#I was just slapping color on the canvas to see what happened

[stories-in-the-wind]

At the edge of the Starwood

[gourmetjello]

könig x fem!reader : sniper hood

before we start thank you thank you thank you for the likes on my previous oneshot and also huge thanks to the people that followed me !! i’m so glad people are reading my stupid things. and i’m trying to follow back everyone that likes <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)>

guys, this oneshot turned out gross. really. i was thinking about putting this in dead dove do not eat, so keep that in mind please.

anyways -> 3rd person pov and english isn’t my first language! tw !!! sexism, blood, war, beating, guns, death, detailed, gore-y and graphic description of wounds and basically anything nasty related to stuff like that. 16+ recommended. it’s probably going to be a little angsty but not sure just yet, i’m still experimenting with detailed descriptions of human feelings — i hope i’m doing an okay job!

also! if you feel like könig is your lovey dovey pookie wookie baby boy then this oneshot might disappoint! don’t read it then! i’m sorry :(

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the screams of a woman are nothing to be scared of. those rough, high-pitched sounds are always filled with pure attention-seeking and they make a man’s ears ache. it’s funny how they all think that their voice will make the other gender pity them.

it’s always disappointing to see a woman’s body laying on the battlefield — not really because people feel bad that such a gentle body had to suffer through whatever happened, but because their team totally wasted an empty slot on someone as frail as a female. they could have brought womeone who was physically and mentally stronger, someone who had more muscle on and someone that could have fought back against whoever broke their nose with a single, well-targeted slap. the blood smeared across a woman’s face was nothing but red lipstick.

why would someone be mad upon hearing these things? they are just facts, a woman could never and will never overpower a man. they might have one or two nice shots, that’s okay, but they will never be able to stomp on anyone’s face in way that will immediately break their neck. if anything, the solider under their boots will probably just pray to whatever god there is for the woman to accidentally slip and land right on them. that way they would be on the best possible road to taking advantage of them.

she always thought these statements were all wrong and that girls could dominate the military just like men do. she wore t-shirts with camouflage prints on them ever since she knew what the army was. she always played with little plastic guns instead of barbies and ponies (however she liked them, she just never wanted to show anyone her other interests in case they would stop taking her seriously!), it was all one huge picture that was basically being painted ever since she was born. every thing she did before joining the military was just one little stroke on the canvas — and when she finally wore the uniform for the first time, it was like color was added to the masterpiece.

the first time she held a real gun in her hand was when the dominant color became brown — brown, because they always had to crawl and lay in mud, dark green because they were often commanded to hide in bushes with weird leaf-like mats and blankets on top of their heads, and beige because of how dusty of a color it was. the walls at the base were painted beige, the floors were made out of some kind of cheap beige colored plastic-y material and the sand that flew into their eyes, noses and mouths oh so carelessly was also similar in color to the others.

she was convinced that a female could be just as good as a man , she was a 100% sure that she could fulfill every single duty of a man when deployed. she knew that it would require a lot of work but gosh, she just wanted to finally do what she wanted to ever since she was a little kid. she wanted to prove everyone that bullied her in middle school wrong, she wanted to show her mother that she could do just fine on her own and she wanted to show her father that she was just as good as a son would have been.

those thoughts lingered in her head everytime she was out training or just walking around the base. she’d brush her hands against the cold, hard wall to feel reassured that this was the right path, that she chose the best profession and that she was chasing her dreams right now, in this very moment. it was hard for her to admit that she slowly started to doubt herself whenever she held a gun in her hands. the targets they used in training always became a little more realistic, from a wooden sign to a sand bag, from a potato sack to a bloody gummy copy of a human. she tried not to flinch when the guts under the clear jelly flew everywhere, coating the grass in a reddish color thanks to the colored liquid inside it.

‘it’s food coloring. it’s food coloring. fuck, it’s just..’ she kept repeating in her head as she crouched next to a wall, her gun shaking in her hands. she saw someone lay next to her, it was a teammate, a co-worker, a friend, whatever you want to call it — but it was a dead person. ironically enough, it was yet another woman, she had been shot right in the liver. the puddle under her was becoming bigger and bigger, spreading towards the other woman that simply didn’t know what to do.

she was panicked, feeling her heart beat in her throat once the liquid gently brushed against her dusty boots, cleaning the beige little coating off of it. her breathing was ragged, and if you ask me, i would just call it straight up panting. she could feel cold sweat drip down her temple and she knew she couldn’t lose her sanity in a situation like this, but gosh, it was so bad. the first time she had ever seen anyone die and it was already the real deal — she knew she was weak, she knew she should have never applied for this fucking job, she should have never had the obsession with guns and soliders and the whole fucking army, but.. was she really in the wrong for thinking a girl could do it all?

coldness started spreading along her ribs and her spine as she kept staring at the dead body in front of her. she couldn’t take her eyes off of the piece of wounded, no longer breathing meat that once used to be someone she chatted with. hell, they even sat next to eachother in the cafeteria.

her entire body was trembling and shaking with fear. she tried to focus on something else, but once her hands instinctively raised her gun with the careful move she had done so many times in practice, she immediately had to let it drop down to the floor because of how nauseous she felt holding that rough tool. she felt dirty. she felt like she should have never been associated with any of this shit! regret was the only thing in her mind right now.

and then all of sudden — everything went black.

“don’t leave ya’ fuckin’ guard down, missy. gets you killed, y’know?”

she heard a deep voice that was soaked with ego and a disgusting tint of disgrace towards women in the military. she wished she would have just died that instant because she definitely didn’t need to hear the string of insults and sounds of her own bones breaking and cracking that came next. she felt someone, someone heavy stomp on her chest, and then her nose, and then — gosh, he finally stepped off of her.

“fuck.. yer’ ass still breathin’? warum bist du noch nicht gestorben, hm? dumme schlampe-“

after fighting with many of her aching body parts, her eyes finally shot open. she wanted to keep them closed, she didn’t want to see who the person was above her, but reflexes were a lot stronger than will, and there was nothing she could do against them. her eyes were filled with fear as she saw nothing but a dark shoelace dangling in front of her face, dried mud falling off of it as the man shook his leg lightly.

she felt the weight of her gun on her stomach, yet there was nothing she could do about it. everything hurt, a number of her bones were probably shattered and she felt like she couldn’t even move her pinky finger a little bit. nothing. it was like she was paralyzed.

and she wasn’t far away from reality.

the shoelace was soon out of her sight and all she saw was someone crouching down next to her. the man that stomped on her just a few seconds ago. why was he doing this?

“scheisse..” he mumbled under his breath. “you won’t die like this, this’ll just hurt more than being shot..”

..and that was when she saw him raise his gun and angle it downwards. he aimed it right at her face. his finger twitched on the trigger as he had already destroyed her frail bones, making sure that she will never even come close to walking or moving ever again, yet.. why did he feel so much pity right now? why did he feel like such a shitty person? he had most likely given her spine a few cracks, why hasn’t she died yet?

the guilt probably kicked for könig in because he didn’t see her die immediately. he already messed up when he was too slow with grabbing his gun. it was just for a split second but he saw her fear-filled eyes and her trembling pupils. her cheeks that were stained by dirt now, her pretty, feminine face made ugly and messed up with the muddy and bloody print of his shoe. her nose was crooked and leaking blood, down to the floor — completely mixing together with the spreading puddle of blood that originated from the other woman’s cold body. fuck, this situation was already as bad as it could get.

“fuck, can’t shoot ya’, missy. can’t get myself to.”

he let down his gun in defeat, lowering himself to her level once again. the blurry spheres were finally coming to life as her eyes seemed to focus on whatever huge darkness was leaning down right into her face. she finally realized it was a sniper hood hanging down and not some kind of black crow that came in the sign of afterlife or the gates of hell (because something that’s dirty and pitch black can’t possibly symbolize heaven, right?).

“jeez, you look horrible. fucked ya’ pretty face up so bad. scheisse.. didn’t anyone tell you to get the fuck outta’ military the second you joined?”

she wanted to say something. she wanted to scream, she wanted to open her mouth and give voice to every single one of her fears and frustrations but she simply couldn’t. the only hope she had was that the lunch she had earlier would just stop threatening her body already and finally come up through her mouth — as bad as it sounded, she just begged for some kind of inner force to make her vomit and finally get his face dirty with something that was even more disgusting than blood.

könig quickly acted without thinking. he basically ripped the sniper shood off of his head and rushed to hide her bloody face with it. it was a pathetic excuse of a sniper hood anyway. it was an old, ragged shirt — bleached around the eye holes for that extra intimidating look, you know? but the way the fabric was too big on her head made it look like the eye holes were lining up with her chapped and shaking lips. just as he intended it to be.

“yeah, like that.”

he quickly glanced over to the other body that was laying on the floor, he was convinced that it was already cold (which was right) so he didn’t even really bother trying to do anything with that. he wasn’t fazed by the sight of that dead woman at all. instead, he quickly scooped the girl he just gave his sniper hood up into his arms and began running towards his base, her gun left behind them on the floor, soaking in the puddle of mixed blood.

as könig held her body close to himself while rushing with her in his arms, he quickly reached up to rip the velcro strips that signaled her team off of her uniform and vest. he desperately reached down to rip the austria flag off of his body and place it on her shoulder instead.

and now he finally felt the chills through his spine and ribs the same way she did before he had attacked her — starting from this moment, he was a target of his very own squad.

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gosh! not proud of this. the writing is okay i’d say (i got to use some of my german knowledge ehehe) but it’s disgusting. i hope i didn’t traumatize anyone! (·•᷄‎ࡇ•᷅ )

please let me know what i should write about next!

good night!

[tatterings]

Lamentable is the Autumn Picker Content with Plums - Chapter 4, "A Sprout Breaking Through"

Pairing: Astarion/Halsin

Rating: Mature (FINALLY, y'all made it to a little smut!)

Tags/warnings: n/a for this chapter but this is a WIP. Contains spoilers up to late act 1

Word count: 3,000

Note: This is the fourth chapter of first ever fanfiction! I’ve also posted this on AO3. Fic under the cut.

It seemed like hours before the Tieflings finally departed, but Astarion’s lantern hadn’t used more than an hour’s worth of oil. Even so, the wait to feed was agonizing, made doubly torturous because he’d be feeding on the confusing, but ruggedly handsome, druid Halsin.

Astarion banished his anxiety through preening to prepare for his delectable date. Despite not being able to see his reflection, he had learned how to doll himself up sans mirror through 200 years of practice. The vampire plucked a bejeweled stopper from an angular glass vial; the aroma of bergamot and rosemary escaped the container. The slight sweetness of aged brandy joined the other scents in the air as Astarion tipped the open vial onto his wrists. He dabbed oil behind his ears and slid his fingers down his trousers to leave a touch of the lingering scent on his hips. That should do the trick, whatever may happen, he thought, snapping the vial shut with a satisfying click placing it in his knapsack.

His elven ears were sensitive enough to know that the others had also retreated to their tents. Although, with how loudly Gale snores, I could be half-deaf and still know the wizard was asleep. Astarion lifted the flap of his tent peeked out. Indeed, everyone had retreated for rest; they had a full morning ahead, and Halsin had promised to share his findings on ceremorphosis early the next morning.

A shame I’m keeping him up, but he did ask for this, Astarion thought as he sauntered to Halsin’s tent, his soft-soled leather shoes crunching against the pebble stone of the ground. The dying fire shed little light upon the campsite, so the vampire’s shadow was barely perceptible against his neighbors’ tent walls.

And yet, Halsin had somehow expected him right at the moment; upon lifting the tent flap, Astarion found the druid actively closing a book he had been reading by candlelight. Halsin was seated on the ground at a slight incline, his well-muscled back against a log he must have dragged into the tent. Druids, the vampire thought with a slight shake of his head, one can’t take the druid out of nature nor the nature out of the druid.

Halsin had freed his locks from its ponytail; his auburn hair fell in front of his ears, framing his face. It added a softness to his visage and took away the hardness granted by the druid’s scars and facial tattoos. His hazel-green gaze met Astarion’s, and a wide smile graced the Arch Druid’s lips. The druid didn’t move upon Astarion’s arrival, nor did he speak.

The vampire tilted his head to the side. “Are.. you quite alright, Halsin?” he asked, letting the tent flap close behind him. He took a step forward as the thick canvas unexpectedly slapped his behind.

The druid blinked several times and smiled wider, “Forgive me, Astarion. Sometimes I forget myself, gazing on the beauty of nature’s creations.”

Ah, so he shows his true colors. It is a kink, for him, Astarion mulled. So be it; a protector is a protector..

“At least you acknowledge my beauty,” Astarion purred, raising his hand to run it through his hair, “Not enough people mention it.” He’d always told himself that empty praise was still praise, and he would take what he could get.

Halsin replied with a soft chuckle and patted the bedroll beside him. “I suppose we should get started?” he asked, his voice just above a husky whisper, “your friends will have many questions for me. I’ve shared details with you that I have not yet told them.”

“Ooh, how delicious darling, choosing me to be privy to the details?” Astarion said with well-practiced mirth. “I’m oh-so flattered you could confide in me.” Halsin’s eyebrow shot up at Astarion’s words. The vampire brushed it off as curiosity and settled himself beside Halsin on the bedroll. “And just as flattered that you want to share that delicious neck of yours,” he continued, leaning his torso against Halsin’s. He crawled his slender hand up the druid’s thick forearm, his biceps, and up to his shoulder.

Halsin’s brows furrowed, and he studied the vampire with an expression that Astarion couldn’t read. It wasn’t sexual desire, Astarion knew that look well. Nor was it anger. The closest Astarion could equate it to was confusion. What is going on in this druid’s head?

-*-*-*-

Halsin was perplexed by how aloof the vampire seemed to act. Earlier in the evening they shared what had seemed like a heartfelt conversation, despite Halsin catching Astarion off-guard. They had shared snippets of their past with sincerity, despite not going into depth.

But in this moment, Astarion seemed to play a mummer’s role. He strutted in front of Halsin like a peacock displaying for the peahen. Perhaps it is his hunger, the druid considered, that has him acting so. I too have had times where the beast in me hungered for many things, and my behavior has changed..

“So.. how does this work,” Halsin asked, shaking himself from his thoughts. The druid braced his hands on ground; his arms, thick as tree branches, were spread out to his sides. “Shall I sit up, or lie down? And I suppose I shall stop you if I begin to feel it’s too much?”

The vampire tutted at his questions, peering up at him from behind pale eyelashes. “Don’t worry so much, my musclebound friend,” Astarion assured, tucking strands of long brown hair behind Halsin’s ear and putting both palms on the druid’s chest. He could feel the curls of chest hair through the druid’s linen tunic. “Why don’t you lay down darling. Get more... comfortable,” The vampire’s eyes seemed to glitter with hunger. “You’re doing such a kindness, I can’t have you inconvenienced.”

Halsin nodded and gave a sheepish smile to the vampire, who was now only inches from his face. Astarion was stunningly beautiful. His white hair curling about his pointed ears. The handsome laugh-lines on either side of his mouth. And Oak Father help him, Halsin could hardly hold himself back from touching those rosy, plump lips which disguised Astarion’s sharp fangs. The pale elf’s hands on his chest surely felt Halsin’s heartbeat, thundering underneath his tunic like a stampede of deep rothé beasts.

Astarion lifted his hands from Halsin’s chest and perched on his knees, eyes wide with delight and hunger. The Arch Druid lowered himself to the bedroll with unexpected grace for such a large elf. Halsin flushed furiously and swallowed a lump in his throat. Why was it he felt so exposed? He could not recall the last time he felt so vulnerable. I believe I’d be more comfortable if I stripped bare as nature intended, and danced through the middle of the camp, than I am right now, he pondered.

“I think I am ready, Astarion,” he said, betraying only a twinge of nervousness, “I must admit, I am a little nervous. Others have bitten me in… similar situations. But not to the point of blood-drawing. Be gentle, if you can.” A small smile crossed his face, and he reached for the vampire’s delicate hand.

-*-*-*-

The vampire felt a lump form in his throat as Halsin touched his hand. How delicately the druid’s fingers caressed his own; the druid’s grip was gentle, but firm. The large elf’s tender touch was undeniably endearing. Nervousness is rather adorable on this big oaf, Astarion thought. He met Halsin’s nervous smile with a toothy grin of his own.

“Of course, darling, and it will be over before you know it. You can trust me…” he drawled, lowering himself to place his torso on top of the druid’s, “And you can also trust that I’ll leave you wanting more.” The flippant empty promises poured so easily from Astarion’s lips. He hadn’t forgotten a thing about how to effortlessly enchant someone, after all.

He felt the pounding of the druid’s heart through both their tunics. The body heat from the larger man seeped into Astarion’s skin, and he fought back a shiver to maintain his facade.

“Is.. this position appropriate?” Halsin asked, shrugging his large shoulders. The movement jostled the smaller elf atop his large frame, and he raised his hands to hover above Astarion’s body, in case the vampire lost his balance.

“Oh my dear sweet druid,” Astarion replied, “I would take you in any position you wished, but it would be anything but appropriate.” He crawled one hand up Halsin’s torso, and ran a finger around the neck of his linen tunic, tugging it slightly lower and to the side.

Astarion’s heart leaped into his throat as he watched Halsin flush. The tips of the druid’s ears turned such a deep red that it rivaled that of his facial tattoos. “Perhaps another time,” the druid replied with a kind smile and another flush, “But it grows late, and I’m sure our companions will demand answers as soon as the sun rises. Go on, Astarion.”

Hearing his name fall from the Arch Druid’s lips in such an intimate position caught Astarion by surprise, and he fought falling from Halsin’s barrel chest. He played it off as intentional, as though he intended to brace himself. The pale elf placed his forearm on Halsin’s thick pectoral muscle, the druid’s curly chest hair tickling him even through the linen. His other hand cupped the back of Halsin’s head, fingertips combing through his thick auburn hair. Astarion nearly had to straddle the druid to reach across him comfortably. Gods above, this man is a bear even in elven form, he thought.

He gently made a fist in Halsin’s locks, eliciting a slight grunt from the druid. Astarion felt his breath catch in his throat at the sound; he hadn’t even touched Halsin’s throat with his lips yet. Astarion turned his wrist, angling Halsin’s head to have a wider view of his neck.

“Little bite, my sweet bear,” he cooed, and brought his lips to the druid’s sun-tanned throat. He lapped at the skin with his tongue and felt Halsin’s throat vibrate with another guttural sound. He then bared his fangs and stabbed them into the druid’s neck, biting down hard before lifting his teeth back out to permit blood flow.

Halsin jerked at the pain and the sensation of the vampire’s cool mouth with a groan, lifting one large hand to settle on the vampire’s waist. The druid squeezed gently, his thumb rubbing on the crest of v-shaped muscle above Astarion’s hip. Gods, if he put both his hands on me he’d almost be able to touch his own fingers, mulled Astarion, before sucking at the two open divots.

Halsin’s viscous, warm blood poured over his tongue. Astarion stifled a moan as he swallowed his first mouthful of the life-giving liquid. Wine-red eyes fluttered shut as he was overcome with invigorating ecstasy. Stars blossomed behind his eyelids as the warmth coated his palate and throat.

Goosebumps rose on his pale skin, forming first at his stomach before spreading down each arm and leg, downward still to each finger and toe. The heat spread to his chest and his head, and Astarion felt even the tips of his ears burn with warmth.

Finally, the heat spread to his groin. Oh dear, thought the vampire, his eyelids popping back up as he felt his cock swell. He’d never had that reaction before when feeding. But then again, he’d never fed on the blood of any thinking creature.

Astarion dared not remove his mouth from Halsin’s neck yet for fear the druid would ask him to stop, and he lapped his tongue at the pinprick holes to encourage the flow of blood. He groaned into Halsin’s throat as his arousal strained against his trousers, painfully engorged with fresh blood. The vampire’s ears flushed a deeper red as he felt his length press into Halsin’s stomach. If Halsin had noticed it, he had said nothing yet.

-*-*-*-

Halsin had held himself back when Astarion finally pierced his flesh. He had wanted to sit up straight at the feeling of ice water pouring into his veins. It felt at first like a mage had cast Ice Knife at his throat until the sensation grew instead to a throbbing numbness. Between the ice in his veins and the rosemary and bergamot in his nostrils, Halsin felt like he was floating in a dream.

He had held onto Astarion’s hips firmly, both as assurance that the vampire wouldn’t fall, and also as a solid grip to pull him away if Astarion drank more than his fill. He had felt Astarion’s throat bob with the first mouthful of his lifeblood.

And one heartbeat later, Halsin had sworn he felt a stiff bulge against his belly. Is he.. aroused, Halsin had asked himself silently. His suspicions were confirmed when he felt Astarion moan against his throat with a second swallow and moved his hips just so.

Oak Father help me, thought the large elf, as he felt blood rush to his groin, help me not lose control. I cannot take what I desire from this man, not yet. Despite his internal plea, Halsin’s hands disobeyed, pulling the pale elf’s hips up his stomach; Astarion’s thigh dragged across Halsin’s throbbing bulge.

Astarion released a guttural growl and took one last mouthful of Halsin’s blood, before raising up for a breath.

Halsin met his gaze, mouth agape and gasping for air, although the pale elf did not come close to crushing his chest. “Are you okay, Astarion?” he asked with concern, releasing his tight grip on the vampire’s hips.

“Oh yes, darling, more than okay,” Astarion purred, licking his lips with a blood-stained tongue. “In fact, I don’t believe I’ve ever been better.” He dropped his mouth back to Halsin’s throat, lapping eagerly at the smear of blood on his skin. He practiced tongue was delicate, intentional; he did not want to disturb the puncture marks that had begun to clot closed.

Halsin fought back another moan at the sensation of Astarion’s eager tongue and resisted bucking his hips into Astarion’s leather-clad thigh. He allowed the vampire to finish his clean-up efforts, and let his hands fall as the pale elf placed his palms on Halsin’s chest to raise himself up.

-*-*-*-

Astarion felt alive, his skin flush and rosy with fresh new blood. His muscles felt relaxed, but ready to strike, like that of a panther waiting in ambush. His mind, crystal clear, without the fog of hunger to cloud his senses. He could hear Halsin’s heartbeat, not pounding anymore, And against his thigh, he felt the pulse of Halsin’s blood throbbing in the druid’s thick bulge.

“I’m not one for prayer,” Astarion started, with a smack of his lips, “but I believe your Oak Father may hear thanks from me this night.” He was half-earnest in his declaration. “You know, dear Halsin…” the vampire continued, grasping a handful of Halsin’s tunic in his fist and pushing himself down, then up the druid’s body. His movement was intentional. Calculated. It provided agonizing, exhilarating friction on both of their arousals. “You’ve given me a wonderful gift. It’s really only fair I return the favor..”

Halsin peered up at Astarion with his thick brows furrowed, before pulling himself to an inclined position and scooting backward. He leaned against the tree stump, holding Astarion’s waist as he moved so the smaller elf wouldn’t be thrown from his perch. “What do you mean, Astarion? I require nothing from you,” he panted. The druid did not buck against Astarion’s leg, but the vampire knew enough of lust that it was clear the druid was aching to do so.

An airy giggle escaped the vampire’s lips. “Well, for one, we could take an evening to ourselves,” he said, reaching his hand down to the druid’s bulging linen trousers. Halsin’s arousal jerked in his palm as Astarion rubbed gently.

Astarion peered at the druid beneath his eyelashes. “You know, enjoy some privacy… we could both use a little fun,” he cooed.

Halsin cleared his throat and moved a hand to cover Astarion’s, giving it a gentle squeeze before pulling it away from his aching erection. “Please do not take what I am about to say as a lack of interest,” the druid assured, and moved his free hand to cradle the side of the vampire’s face. With his other, Halsin interlaced their fingers together. “You are breathtakingly beautiful, Astarion. Nature did wonders when she created you. You tempt me to ruin, as you noticed.”

Astarion’s eyelids shot back up as he searched Halsin’s face for an explanation. Did I do something wrong? He’s obviously aching for me. What did I do? He squeezed Halsin’s hand tightly, as if clinging to hope.

The druid squeezed Astarion’s hand back, with gentleness, and held the firmer grip. “But I give this to you. Freely. With no conditions,” Halsin explained, and tucked a white curl behind Astarion’s ear.

Why does this feel like rejection, then? Astarion’s mind raced, and his lips parted slightly in confusion.

“You do not owe me anything for this, Astarion. Please do not feel you must reciprocate with some gift, be it false praise. Or your body. Or some… facade of what you think I want,” Halsin repeated, gently and slowly. He slid his hand behind Astarion’s neck and rubbed at the muscles at the base of the vampire’s skull.

Astarion sat mute for a moment, staring into Halsin’s eyes. He searched for answers and found none. Only kindness behind those hazel eyes. Only softness behind the druid’s upturned lips. The vampire’s eyebrows knit together, in a concentrated search for any other motive the larger man might possess.

This noble godsdamned fool.

Astarion nodded slowly and pulled himself from Halsin’s grip reluctantly. The druid still held to his fingertips, sitting straight up with his arm outreached to the standing vampire.

“This… is indeed a gift, then,” Astarion said, gazing down into Halsin’s gentle smile. The pale elf turned on his heel and looked at the ground. He inhaled sharply and looked over his shoulder at Halsin, who sat stock-still and straight up. “Thank you. I won’t forget it.”

The pale elf disappeared as the tent flap fell behind him.

[mcalhenwrites]

First few lines of some of my works

The Hostile Credence: Smoke rose from collapsed chimneys and blackened the morning sky. Soot dusted Ewan’s boots. The low walls that had failed to shield the village were one of the only constructions left standing, and there were as many corpses buried as were visible on Gadvale’s cobbled roads. Name the Frogs:

Even noise-canceling headphones aren’t enough to drown out the patter of rain against the windows.

There is no place in Oswalka where Irving can get away from the frequent rain, just as there is no place he can escape his father’s reputation. Stargazers' Hill:

For the first time in their lives, the people at the Glasser Mortuary did the opposite of their jobs: they pulled a body out of a casket. This one happened to be breathing, which was fortunate for all of them. Humphrey Glasser did not need his hard-earned reputation to be shaken by a police investigation. Rascal: The slipper slaps across the seat of his trousers, pushing him forward as his fingernails leave new scratches under the lip of his wooden desk. The rubber sole stings even through two layers of cotton. Merciless strokes leave oval prints on the flesh of his backside. Geckos, Automata: “I don’t want to live. Not like this. Can you make it stop? Could you kill me?”

Agatha blinked twice at her creator, even though his eyes were closed and he could not see her message. No.

What was it that he held in his hands? A worn photograph, revealing the dull colors of a young man’s curly black hair, his olive skin, and his gray irises. The stranger was smiling. Seasons:

Father says I was born from the fall of the first leaf of autumn. As it drifted downward, he held out his arms, and the leaf became an infant.

It used to fascinate me to hear the story of my birth. Not just mine, but my brothers’ as well.

“All my children are born from a season.”

“But there are four seasons and only three of us.”

Father tweaks my nose with his finger, grinning. “Yes. I don’t like summer.”

Serrated Petals:

In a forest of smoky quartz and glass-leaved trees sits a fortress of stone armor protecting coppery veins. Its spires and battlements overlook the deadlands beyond. A lake is tucked behind the crystal mountains surrounding the castle. Each section is part of a larger work of art from the infamous Otto Brynner.

Roland has been obsessed with the poetic descriptions—and the paintings—of Brynner’s handiwork since he was an impressionable lad still clinging to his mother’s skirts. Galleries would host his first introduction to the magnificence of Brynner’s magical sculptures and architecture. Display cases preserved the razor-thin edges of appropriated glass leaves, artists would attempt to capture the well-documented sight on canvas or porcelain plates or even kites, and children could hold a chunk of the land’s smoky quartz in their palms.

[byrdnight]

NEW KID, NEW PROBLEMS

"Wow, this place looks boring.”,a petite girl, of nine years old, blurted out; her cropped raven colored hair flowing in her face from the slight breeze. She seems tired, but also content, staring into this new towns’ blue sky as she steps out a small car.

Carefully lunging out the small car, a green Mercury, was a young woman, 21 years of age, slowly moving to the petite girls’ side. The woman let out a whispered sigh, as if relieved, and spoke in a calm low tone,”Yeah it may look boring, but it's safe. The safest place I could find. We won’t have to worry about anything bad or dangerous happening here. Hell, it's in the middle of nowhere! She bounded out, putting more emphasis on her words, What could happen here?”

The younger huffed out a chuckle as she heard her older sister's question.she smiled as she thought, well, anything. She rotated her almost sickly-thin body to face her older sister better.”You kidding? This whole scenario is like a horror movie waiting to happen!”, she laughed out, gesturing her thumb to the brightly colored town.

The elder snorted and swayed her head down to stare at the girl, and with a cheeky smirk purred,”Oh really? What's the gimmick? Town of cultists, cannibals or ghosts?” The smaller playfully pondered, turning and contorting her face into a thinking position similar to a cartoon. A devious smile swished from left to right on the canvas of the girls’ face,”Y’know they could be cannibals, she paused to set her eyes on the town again, the population is really low...how’dya think it got that way? The damn cannibals ate everybody! Do you think it's a family? I've seen a movie like that.” she could hear her older sister tsk and sputter as she spoke her last sentence. She let out a sigh, here it comes. She felt a minute slap on her shoulder.”Oh please Eris, you watch too many horror movies! That kinda stuff doesn't happen in real life, well, much.” Eris summoned a single elated Ha from the bed of her throat. The elder quickly raised her arm in authority and pointed at Eris sternly. “And another thing, you shouldn't be cussing,girly! I don't want these townspeople thinking I’m raising you wrong or something. I want them to think i’m a good guardian.” As she spoke, her tone eased.almost seeming nervous underneath her relatively calm exterior. Eris listened, she was always a good listener, clutching to details. She could she the details in her sisters face as she spoke, stern then cautious. She knew her sister had fears of others looking at them in a bad light, seeing. the worst of them and taking her away from her sister. Neither of them wanted that, especially after her older sister fought her her so hard in court. After the custody battle they thought it was best to move and start over, finally be somewhere stable and safe. She snaps out of her thoughts with a few blinks,

Eyes fixing back on her sisters face. A small consoling smile comes across hers. She folded out her arms and placed her hands solfly on her sisters shoulders,” hey, don't worry, ok? We’ll be fine. You're a good sister and a plenty good guardian. Lemme put it this way, I’d rather have you as a guardian than anybody else. You're good for me.”Eris lent her sister a worried smile and her elder chuckled.”You sound too smart to be a nine year old, thanks for the comfort ‘ya brat.” She ruffled Eris’ short messy hair, only making it more so, but Eris didnt seem to mind.Eris beamed, standing upright and very matter-of-factly, she gloated,” you're welc - hey! Am not!”She scrunched up her face and pouted, puffing up her cheeks and glaring up at her sister. Her guardian tried holding in laughter with the tip of her fingers.”Hey, maybe I was wrong, you do act like a nine year old. A pouty one,” she mused.

“Am not!”The tiny terror bauled out. But, just as she spoke, she froze in realization. She was acting exactly as in the way she said she wasn't. She closed her eyes,”ok...maybe a little. But still!” Her sister just snickered,” yeah, yeah kid. She sauntered behind them towards the car. C'mon, let's meet this mayor guy I talked to on the phone and get the keyes to our new house.”

Eris perked up and peered back at her sister cranking up the car. She spun around tightly, and almost bouncing into the car. As the eldest heard the backseat door close hard with a thud she glanced in to the rearveiw mirror.”Ey! Seatbelts.” Her charge rolled her eyes and buckled up,” yeah, yeah mom.” When the eldest heard the belt snap into place.cliktch.She knew it was ok to start driving into town.

**

“It looks even more fake up close.”

“Eris!”

“What!”,the younger snaps, sarcastically and sharply.

“No matter how fake this place looks, we are living here. So you're gonna have to get used to it. You and me both.” Eris smacked her lips, adjusting herself in her seat” yeah I know, I guess this places’ aesthetic just bugs me.”She heard her sister at the wheel, huffing in asmusement by what she said.Then she felt the car slowing, jolting and bouncing by the sudden change of speed. Eris was going to ask what was wrong but then her older sister piped up abruptly.”Woah, I think that's the guy. Uhm, the Mayor? I think thats our new house he’s in front of too.”Intrigued, Eris sat up and squished her cheek into the window. Widening her eyes in hopes to better see the man mentioned by her sister. As the vehicle came to a stop, she did.

A small man, about 5’5”, with a stocky build and a tan brown suit was standing patiently in front of a two story house at the edge of the neighborhood. He was an older man middle-aged at least with grey hair but none on the top of his head. Eris suspected he may be a worrier. He seems happy, like he doesn't have a care in the world. He seems content, and has a very comforting smile on his light brown face. Eris hummed in her throat,” he seems like he means well. Nice.”she trailed off into thought. Her older sister took notice of that, usually it meant her charge was thinking too much about too many things and couldn't hold a conversation. She furrowed her brow a bit as she unbuckled, or it meant that her little sister was doting on the past. Remembering bad people, especially the bad men of her life before the move. Unconsciously reminding herself of the pain she felt not too long ago. It ultimately means shes uncertain. Afraid. She decided to speak up to break her sister out of her analytical haze. She knew her little one was analyzing the man. Trying to find a flaw. A vice. Yeah, she’d speak up and spare the man her sisters gaze.”Well kid, let's get on with it, yeah?” She sighed, as if she was holding her breathe prior. Eris turned away from the window to look at her sister in the front seat,” huh? Ye-yeah. Let's do this thing, get it over with and all that.” As they both clicked the handles on the car doors her older sister huffed.

“Don't worry sis, she paused for a few seconds then spike up again,I promise life won't be a hassle here. No rampant drug use. No dangers. We’ll be safe. And you'll finally feel okay.”

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Hope you all like this! I wrote this in 2018 so I doubt it's up to my writing par now but I am hopeful I might continue it this weekend!! If doors have an OC so I hope that's not a deterrent or anything. But we get to the cabin characters soon:)

[chibipsycho-v3]

Request: Any character your muse wants to write getting back together with a reader ex after learning she faked her death for [insert reason of your choosing], please?

ooooOOOOOHHHAAA- This. This is a good one. I like this a lot. *squint* Hey wait, do I know you from somewhere?

At first I was like, Of course Leshy, sweet forest man- but thEN MAGNIFICUS just- came in and slapped a beautiful piece down in my hands! Thank you for appealing to my muse, friend! Here's some angsty Leshy x Reader and Magnificus x Reader~

Leshy x GN!Reader

You had a hunch, one that could change everything. One that might expunge that repugnant DATA that haunted this world… But to do it, you had to act alone. And that meant that you had to make sure no one would follow you.

The look- the utter devastation, the agony on his face as he called your name… It echoed in your head like a haunting chime. …You had to do this. For everyone, for the Scrybes… For Leshy.

You hated to do this, but it was a necessary evil.

In your pursuit of peace, you were hit with blockade after blockade. The DATA itself was attempting to stop you- which had to mean you were on the right track. However… you were wrong. You couldn't continue alone. So now you had to face him again and own up to what pain you had put him through.

You stood outside his cabin- preparing yourself for the worst. You sucked in a breath… then pushed the door open.

Leshy sat at his table, almost completely idle. He barely acknowledged your presence… until his eyes glanced in your direction. Then everything changed- his eyes widened, his posture straightened, but he didn't move yet like he was trying to see through an illusion.

"Leshy?" you called to him gently.

The sound of your voice sent him bolting from his chair and you found yourself tucked into a nearly-crushing embrace in a mere second. He pressed the breath from your lungs as he bent gratefully over your smaller form. Even his once steady hands trembled against your arms.

He murmured your name in a shuddering voice, over and over like he was savoring it. You hugged him back tightly, tears squeezing from your eyes as you burrowed your face against his strong chest. Guilt burned in your own chest, and dread, knowing that you still have to explain yourself… and knowing he will probably be angry with your decisions…

But you were together again, and that far outweighed what negative may come.

Magnificus x GN!Reader

Magnificus would never admit it, but he did not know everything that the future held. He knew many things, things that could come to pass or not, but the future was never certain. That is why, when his beloved disappeared one day with no explanation, he feared the worst. His visions were not prone to fits of unhelpfulness or of silence, but this time he was truly taken aback.

What had happened? Where had you gone? Why could he not see you in his predictions any longer? Were you…?

For once, he did not know. And it was killing him slowly.

At first he tried to continue as normal, denial in his heart. 'They will show.' 'This may be unusual for them, but they'll return.' But when time stretched on and you were not there, he withdrew even further into himself.

Magnificus dedicated himself to his painting to distract, painting the magickal landscape to soothe his thoughts. Then he began to paint you- trying to remember your face, your smile, every detail he could… and immortalize that on canvas. But even that couldn't steady him and he began painting wide arcs of paint, splattering colors in haphazard swathes to vent his frustrations.

It was like this that you found him- covering a canvas in bright colors only to mar them with dark blue streaks. He didn't notice your presence at first. "Magnificus?" you called, stepping forward.

He flinched, but didn't react yet. Sure it was some trick of his magical ability, he paused before turning. And there you were, perfectly whole and intact. Swirling eyes took you in like a fleeting rarity- he was still unsure it was actually you.

So you came forward, wrapping your arms around him. It startled him, his paintbrush falling with a splat. But soon, his arms wrapped around your shoulders and squeezed back. His fingers trembled slightly.

"I could not see you," he admitted in a tortured whisper, "I feared-…"

You only held onto the Scrybe tighter, burying your face against him. "I'm fine now," you reassured him with your own whisper.

You both remained like this for a long time, just happy to be in the others' arms again.

[veinsfullofstars]

⭐ Welcome! ⭐

Henlo. Hope you’re doing well. Thanks for poppin’ by. I’m Veins, an art goblin on the internet with abnormal levels of anxiety and chronic video game brainrot, and this is my introduction post. Any updates or news on my end will be added here as well. I hope you’ll be patient with me and enjoy your visit!

(Last updated 09/01/24)

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Who are you?

What an existentially upsetting question. Well, for the moment, I go by VeinsFullOfStars online, usually shortened to just Veins. I’m also toying around with Ivan or Yves, but Veins is the most preferable. Nice to meet you!

Wait, didn't you already have an account here? With the same username?

I did. I, uh, panic-deleted it in response to the data-scraping fiasco and regretted it almost immediately. As a result, you might see reblogs from the deactivated account still floating around. There is, unfortunately, nothing I can do about those unless the blogs that shared them take them down themselves (and, hey, if you happen to be one of those folks seeing this, I'd super appreciate it if you'd maybe remove the old reblog and replace it with the new one from here if you can). It's my mistake for overreacting, and now I just have to live with it. Sorry for any confusion.

What are your preferred pronouns/gender?

Thanks for asking! I’m non-binary, and I use they/them pronouns.

How old are you?

Ancient (in my 30s).

What is your avatar supposed to be?

A goblin. Very smol, very nervous, very puntable.

What are you using this blog for?

Art, mostly. I draw digitally and sometimes make stuff with yarn. I've also been writing since I could hold a pencil (though I don’t have much finished, so art will be the main focus for now). Also, expect a lot of reblogs, shitposts, and/or silence between posts - I am a simple hobbyist with a lot of brain nonsense and IRL hurdles. I’ll do my best to post with some regularity, but - again - I hope you’ll be patient with me if things go quiet from time to time.

What are your interests?

I love stories. I love characters. I love folks who can weave whole worlds with nothing but words on a page or color on a canvas. I grew up on fantasy novels, short horror stories, and late ‘90s/early ’00s animation. I learned to appreciate slice-of-life and slow-burn romance much later. Mythology and folklore also slaps, and I wonder sometimes if I should’ve majored in psychology instead of lib arts. My playlists are nothing but video game OSTs with a little heavy metal and j-rock sprinkled in for flavor. I sold my soul to Nintendo years ago, but sometimes I find indie darlings to fall in love with for a time. Dogs are adorable little menaces, and I love them all with my whole chest. Cats are okay, and I am allergic to them. (Does that answer the question? I think I lost track towards the end there…)

Any current hyperfixations?

Tons, but the biggest ones at the moment are Kirby, Hollow Knight, and Paper Mario. More nebulous interests include (in no particular order) Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky, Rain World, Stardew Valley, most Soulsborne titles, Hades, Darkest Dungeon, The Legend of Zelda, Undertale/Deltarune, OFF, The Binding of Isaac, Ace Attorney, Luigi's Mansion, Animal Crossing, The Magnus Archives, Sonic the Hedgehog, and countless more. When I say “multifandom,” I mean it, homie.

Do you have any other social media?

Just this and an AO3 account. So, if you see my name anywhere but these two places, it’s probably not me. For now, Tumblr will be the best place to keep up-to-date with my stuff. If anything changes, I’ll let y’all know here.

Do you have a list of tags you use on your posts?

I tag things obsessively, but I’ll try to sort out the most relevant/unique ones I use here:

#veins art - for any art I’ve made (chrono link)

#veins fanart - for art I’ve made featuring characters from other IPs

#veins ocs - for art I’ve made featuring my original characters/stories

#veins sketches - for any of my unrendered doodles/sketch dumps

#veins old art - for reposts of older art I made before moving to Tumblr (Note: these posts are here for archival purposes and may not reflect my current style/interests.)

#veins writes - for any written works I’ve made

#veins ships - for any posts (reblogs included) featuring romantic pairings; I will also try to include specific pairings as “#(blank) x (blank)” and/or any ship names

#veins rambles - for random thoughts/text posts

#veins answers - for any of my responses to asks sent in (chrono link)

#veins in dream land - for any rambles/headcanons about the Kirby series specifically

#veins reblogs - for anything I reblog, obviously

#kirbtober 2023 - for my Kirbtober 2023 art specifically (chrono link)

#childhood friends au - for art from my Kirby AU where Dedede and Meta Knight first met as kids (masterpost | chrono link)

#kintsugi au - for art from my Kirby AU centered around the Mirror World, the Wave 2 gang, and the Darkroach ship - warning: may contain angst and suggestive content (masterpost | chrono link)

I’ll update this with new tags if/when they pop up. Anything else will have generic tags to fit the context of the post. I also mark trigger warnings with tags like “#(blank) tw” if necessary.

What do you use to make your art?

For digital art, I use Clip Studio Paint and a Wacom Intuos Pro S drawing tablet (that I'm pretty sure I've had since high school). I don’t draw traditionally as much anymore, but, when I do, it’s usually just quick sketches with pencil and paper. For writing, I use TextEdit or whatever generic rich text editing software I can find. For crafting, I use yarn and plastic canvas.

What brushes do you use?

For sketching and linework, I use a slightly modified version of the Wick Pencil from the 8 Particle Pencil catalog made by saturns_day. For flats and rendering, I use the default CSP hard round brush, airbrush, and G-pen. For effects and extras (clouds, textures, sparkles, etc.), I use default effects brushes or whatever I can find from the CSP Asset Shop.

Can I share your work through reblogs? And are tags okay?

Of course! Reblogs are absolutely fine and always encouraged. I’m also fine with tags as well (though I ask that you not mark anything as a ship unless I’ve marked it as such on the original post - look for the tag #veins ships if you’re ever unsure).

Can I repost/use your work for my own personal/commercial use?

Absolutely not. While I am always in support of creators inspiring each other with our works and endeavors, that does not mean anyone should engage in art theft (intentional or otherwise). Under no circumstances may you repost, reupload, reproduce, copy, trace, modify, sell, use, tokenize, scrape/integrate into A*I, and/or otherwise claim as your own any of my art/written works. Never assume a piece of art shared online in yours for the taking - that is someone else’s hard work and passion, and you need to respect that.

Can I dub one of your comics?

As flattering as that would be, I worry about lack of credit or my work being stolen for others’ content, so I sadly have to say no.

Why is there a big watermark on your art?

The state of the internet today has made me extremely paranoid about things like art theft, bad-faith reposts, nonconsensual integration, etc., so I make sure to sign and WM anything original I post. I know it’s not exactly fun to look at (maybe even distracting or bad for engagement), but I’d rather be safe than sorry, so I guess I’ll just have to take that hit.

Do you have an askbox? Can we send in questions/comments/etc.?

Yes, the ask box is currently open, and I'm more than happy to receive any questions, comments, etc. you guys might have (even if it makes me a bit nervous, haha)! I just ask that you read the rules first before you submit anything.

Do you take requests/commissions/suggestions/collabs/etc.?

Sadly, I do not take art requests or suggestions unless I put out a specific call for them. I'm also not really in a position to take commissions either. Collabs I'm on the fence about - maybe with mutuals or folks I know personally.

Is this an inclusive space?

Of course! This queer little goblin accepts everyone under the LGBTQIA+ umbrella, along with folks of all shapes, sizes, backgrounds, disabilities, and colors. That said, there will be absolutely no tolerance for (inhale) racism, sexism, transphobia, queerphobia, xenophobia, misogyny/misandry, bigotry of any kind, ableism, p***philia, inc*st, selfc*st, z**philia, RPF, trolling behavior, self-promotion, the promotion of N*FTs or A*I art, or any otherwise harmful, toxic, or hurtful rhetoric. Anyone seen behaving as such will be blocked, reported, and forgotten. :)

Is this an all-ages space?

Hmm… I’m gonna have to say no. While I probably won’t be posting/sharing anything too lewd or graphic, I’m not opposed to things like swearing, angst, fluff bordering on suggestive, and discussions of mature subject matter (all of which I will make sure to tag with content warnings as necessary). Obviously, I can’t police everyone who wanders into this blog (especially since some people omit or lie about their ages online), so the best I can do is ask for good faith on your part. If you are under 18, interact at your own risk. The last thing I want is to make anyone - myself included - uncomfortable because there are kids in an adult-allocated space. Again, I hope you understand.

What is your stance on shipping?

The vernacular around pro- or anti-shipping confuses the hell out of me, so I’ll just try to explain my personal philosophy on it: I have ships I like, ones I’m indifferent to, and ones I won’t touch with a ten-foot pole. I only reblog (and tag) ship-related content I’m in support of, even if it’s not one of my personal favorites. Most importantly, I don’t bother others about their personal preferences. Anything I don’t like or don’t support, I simply do not engage with. Or, if it makes me too uncomfortable, I block outright. The same should apply to your experience as well - if you ever see ship stuff here that you don’t like, feel free to block the tags (look for specific pairings, ship names, and/or my personal tag #veins ships) or even the blog entirely. You are not obligated to like the things I like or engage with media you don’t enjoy. Respect for each other and curation of your personal online space is always key. Additionally, I 100% will not ship minors, blood relations (including adopted family), self x self, anything relating to b*stiality, or anything relating to RPF.

Are you okay?

No, not even a little bit... but fuck it, we keep going.

Why do you put a comma before the “and” in a sequence of three or more words?

You can take my Oxford comma away from me when I’m cold, dead, and rotting in the dirt.

Is there anything else?

Nah, I think we’re good for now. Thanks for taking the time to read all this. Hope it wasn’t too rambly or weird - just trying to cover all my bases. I hope you all have a lovely timezone out there, wherever you are. Be sure to wash your hands, wear your mask, and stay hydrated. Remember to be strong, be safe, and, for the love of dog, be kind. Peace!

-Veins (originally posted 08/07/23, reposted 02/29/24, updated as of 09/01/24)

[jjungkooksthighs]

Her obedience has the hand he’s got wrapped around her chin trailing down her glorious, beautiful body, but not before he guides her head back against his shoulder. His fingers are light as they brush past the punctures dotting her skin from her neck to her tits. Down they descend until each of his hands rest on either side of her hips. “You’re welcome, baby. See what happens when you obey me? You get rewarded.” She nods in agreement, her breath quickening when one of his hands slides down her thigh, his fingers spreading dangerously close to where she needs him so fucking badly. “Poor little slut,” he taunts, “must be so hard,” he punctuates the word with a roll of his hips into her, his cock head grazing her hole once more as he goes on, “to not get rewards because you’re so bad all the time. I wish I could give you more praises and rewards, but your continual bad behavior makes me want to defile and degrade you instead.” His fingers edge ever closer to her pussy, never touching her where she needs, but staying close enough that she can’t help but whine out of need as he continues, “but you like that, don’t you? You like seeing me become feral and wild for you, you whore.”

"A-alpha.. please.." she begs, a loud gasp leaving her when his fingers merely graze over he"r cunt only for him to pull away in punishment. "Please! Alpha.. sir!" "If I have to tell you to answer the question once more, you won't like it, whore." She shakes her head frantically, her nails digging into the skin on his arms to ground herself, making him hiss. "S-sorry! I'm sorry! i'll answer..i will!" she tries convincing herself. Fuck.. he was just praising her! It was a backhanded praise, sure.. but she'll take it over anything! She just wants to calm him down first. "B-but.. it takes time- ah-" she shrieks when his hands tug at her nipples again. "-t-takes time for me to.. to realize you've asked me a question that requires an answer, sir... I can't.. I can't help it."

You better figure that out before I put a gag in your mouth, then. I don’t like repeating myself.

The hand he’d had on her breast releases it, his fingers finding her nape and brushing her hair away so he can see the constellations of blood red stars that now map her neck and shoulder blades.

And what a sight it was. Dark, blackened holes weep crimson and when his fingers are dragged through it, it spreads as paint over her flesh.

Memories of when he’d drawn his designs onto her body in his own blood from The Offering ceremony surface from those many months ago.

How hard he’d fucked her when they’d left the bathhouse and returned here, her deprived body still marred in his essence.

It had given him the greatest satisfaction to color her in his spit, blood and cum that night.

And she’d loved it.

Just like she loved it when he now draggles his fingers down the dip in her spine, the streaks of red trailing from his fingers making a most illicit picture over the canvas of her beautiful, naked body.

Answer me, female. I won’t ask again: why did you fucking use the toys?

She cries out when his hand finds purchase on her sore asscheek and slaps her for her silence.

Why did you wait until I was fucking gone to take them out and pleasure yourself with them when I can fuck you so much better?

[maxbradley]

[[Mature Content]]

Panic_Escape From The Brain (2012)

Slithering, slithering. I’m hissing out a tune. I can understand them. I can understand them all.

… I know too much. How am I able to hold onto reality this way?

This state. I need help. Trying to reach for Forbidden Fruit

“Oh no you don’t”—Someone slaps my hand away, “You never needed anyone. You know how your life has been all but filled with warmth… and other people that understand you as well as I do.”

The black void greets every step I take. He’s still there, watching, but I see nothing but pitch tar in front of me. Amidst all the chaos my depraved mind conceives, each and every day… Another dreamless night. But sometimes I can have dreams. And, sometimes…

The invisible ground pulls out under me and I plummet into the depths.

Help.

White bursts in front of my watery eyes, wind pressed against me. A blinding light in ribbons. At this point I can’t be too sure if they’re going to caress me or run right through me—they do. But I feel no pain; the purity now tainted with red, making my surroundings pastel, then rose, the color of my feverish cheeks.

Down, down, down.

An all too familiar smell binds me, awakens me. I remember the artist’s canvas, but I can never remember, falling into the viscosity of that fluid. Gasping for air as my head breaks the surface. The scent overpowering, making my heart race,

“Don’t let me drown!” reaching out a hand to an absolute nothing. But I can feel His grip, and I know He’s smiling as usual. I suddenly feel naked, or scantily clothed. I’m not sure. But now I’m pulled back to a solid foothold, dripping wet. Rough arms pull me in, holding on as tightly as possible. “Thank you.”

It feels like Love… I know differently. Everything is conditional. Nothing is for free. I feel myself under Him now. Nothing is for free.

Penetrated through and through. I don’t even want to speak anymore, because I know what I know—

Everything’s dissolved into a mist, a fog.

I’m back in my bed. The canopy is a welcome sight to me. Blue filtering from the light of a waning moon, cutting through heavy curtains at their center—

But I can’t get back up.

I don’t even want to look at His face in all the illumination. That same ticking of the clock fills the confines of my private lair.

“Don’t” my voice reverting, returning to a time, “don’t do this to me anymore”

I’m a kid again—Black and White!

I’m wallowing in defeat, (tick-tock, tick-tock) just waiting for a response. A chuckle from a guttural throat. No matter what I do: “This is why I like you. Obedient, just like your parents raised you.”

Ever since I tore myself open to the only one that would listen, this has been happening to me all over again. But why?—

“Why?!” Even as I lift my head up for a passionate exchange of mouth and lip I’m teeming with rage. I’m no longer flowing with the current, but now it’s gotten harder to breathe.

Dreams won’t let you speak without paying the toll. His hands malformed to a slimy mass of veins and fat swirling around me, choking me. I’m back in the pitch again—then I see flashes of red—so quick—White noise before a high pitched shriek. I feel something underneath pulling me down. My instincts finally take over and I’m fighting for my life as the grown man, bellowing—shouting obscenities, not wanting to be caged like an animal—

“Oh Brad. This can all change.” The tentacle gags me. “You shouldn’t have said anything to that wretched kid! He knows too much… Let’s go back to a happier time. The carefree nights, when everyone laid themselves on a silver platter, just for you. You were every man’s role model; every woman’s dream—They adored you, laden with gold.”

King of Diamonds. I saw myself on a screen high above my wild eyes, having the time of my mundane life. The cheers and pleasurable moans of my peers excited me. The one in the reeling frames. Now I only feel discontent towards my past actions. Biting down on the mouth’s muzzle. I saw myself get wasted, pinned down by a swarm of lovers, giving each and every one of them my full, undivided attention—Chewing the gag away.

I was a Roman god to them. But now I looked at that same man as the lowest prostitute that ever stepped foot on campus soil. This so-called King was disgusting in my surgically enhanced eyes—I’ve spit out the tar,

“I don’t want to go back to that. Not anymore.”

“Of course not. All you want, is that sniveling brat!”

The film reel interrupted the mood—Now what used to be foolishness on tape devolved to an obsession for flesh and ebony fur—that titillating physique. I wanting everything that “brat” had to offer. I never let him go. I kept him locked up, a secret to all that knew me… Maximilian Goof.

He was my artist’s canvas—And the paint, “His—”

I can’t believe those words seeped out of my mouth so smoothly. It almost tasted bittersweet. But that wasn’t my voice. Max was my pet… I remember treating him fairly—

“You lie to yourself. You enjoy watching people suffer. It fulfills your purpose… At least,” I feel my spine tingle at His voice, frigid, “whatever’s left of it.”

“I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Don’t lie, you son of a BITCH!”

A terrifying scream split my brain open—“FUCK!!”

Pain coursed every which way, every organ about to burst—

The sudden cries pleading for mercy filled the abyss along with the snapping of fingers and the jeers of the crowd around me—

No! No!! Please don’t! Please don’t! I beg of you!!

Shut the hell up!

The contact of skin upon skin snapped all around in sickening waves. A laugh burst from nowhere, and I can’t fathom its source. Now heavy grunts, repressing the kindled emotions of lust, of Wrath—

A passion I want to forget.

My feet have become heavier and heavier in the same muck, in the same familiar smell. Metal. Copper.

I couldn’t stop what happened to me that fateful day.

“Bradley! What are you—mmph!”

It wasn’t my fault. I couldn’t fight back! I was too young!

The LAST thing I wanted—

The fluid had reached my waist. Wading through the viscosity, the stench of—

A glint of a little friend painted her sorry face. After she had told everyone, I hunted her down…

Now, I’m nauseous. I want to throw up—“No more.”

I didn’t want to see the rest of them. All, but Him. The One.

Spying on myself in my regal robe—Air of complete arrogance—

The horns of Moloch! The Moonchild!

The Devil in me grabbed His sides in laughter, doubling over, arms and hands submerged into the river. I can’t stop the sensation—the kick I get out of—

Now I’m crying. Suffering! I’m dying. “I’m sorry!”

I never meant it. Stop the killing. Stop the killing.

“You have to get rid of him, Bradley. He’s made you soft. And weak.”

Something splashed in the liquid. And now I taste it. I’m bathing in a river of blood.

“You should have gotten rid of him that night! He’s seen too much!! Get rid of him!”

I try to run from my own demented words, barely advancing as the fluid solidifies, “I won’t! Not him!”

“Why NOT?!”

I love him.

Everything went silent as the grave. The crust begins to crumble, falling pieces… His next word was a snarl, “Liar.”

I’m teleported to a Hall of Mirrors. I don’t want to see myself. I know what I’m going to see. I know who’s there. I run blindly, trying to find its end—

“Stupid fuck.”

I love him.

“All you’ll ever want. Run away. Hide what you can never get rid of. But you don’t love him.”

The glass shatters and its shards fly through the air, ripping my bare skin. I cover my face to at least keep my vision, finding the end that can never be found.

I know I can’t.

“He’s good for one thing only, Brad. Let him help you with your… natural desires.”

I tripped over something heavy. A pile of…

“You knew this was coming.” My own self slammed a foot on the carcasses and smirked at my scarred body. I breathe heavily before he pounces on the lumpy mattress, “He’s just another.”

A natural born predator. He knows my fear, tongue against incisors—horribly amused. Another flash of red in steely orbs with a slit for a pupil, “What’s wrong, Bradley?”

Are you afraid? I’ve changed. Coward. I don’t need this anymore. You can’t change the past. You can’t erase your mistakes. No, but I can and have changed.

He chuckles a bit before leaning in. I know what He’s expecting of me and I inch away as far as possible, “You’re NOT having me. It’s not right.”

“You sound like a pathetic child. Now,” freezing hand touching my cheek, “Where’s that handsome devil that they all enjoy? You’re willing to give up pleasure for something that doesn’t exist??”

I flinch.

“How… masochistic of you. I expected far better—

“Shut it!” The point of the weapon is right at my throat. Small pinch as a warning, “No. You will listen to ME.”

. . . . .

I’m a coward.

Lips planted firmly on the spot where the dagger left a small incision,

“You’re coming with Me either way, Bradley.” A tiny gasp.

Now I’m choking up. … What? I gulp down another chunk of phlegm. It can’t be!

“There’s no Hope left; you’ve lost your chance a long, LONG time ago. All that’s left of your precious ‘Angel’ is a rotting corpse!”  Don’t say that. “You’ve brought him down! You are the one responsible for your own demise! You’re alone, Brad! It’s over!”

DON’T SAY THAT!

Morbid, mocking laughter rang in my ears hours after shooting out of the silk sheets.

I couldn’t stop the shaking! Back into fetal position—

Can’t stop, can’t stop…

“Over??”

OVER?!

[axewchao]

Not actually Skele!Dal's lore; I can only have so many versions of Dalex in one fandom, y'know, and SkeleDal's honestly more of a gag than an alternate self, at least right now =w="

This is more an attempt at a lore sheet; just slapping some stuff on the canvas and seeing how it turns out. 

The setup for this "lore" is along the lines of the "multiverse meetup" works. Aka the ones where Sanses and Papyri (and the occasional Gaster) are inexplicably gathered in one universe (usually Classic's) and shenanigans ensue as the newly-formed Skelegang struggles to find a way to send everyone back home. While also trying to keep things on the DL regarding what happened. Gee, were there always so many skeletons???

Skele!Dal gets summoned as well, and while he's initially assumed to be a Papyrus that ended up alone, the Skelegang soon learns that he's not. Not a Sans or a Gaster, either, and one wrong move from one of the more... "aggressive" versions leads to the answer: he's a fuckin' Blaster.

The Skelegang has questions, but unfortunately their new "friend" isn't willing to explain very much. Mostly due to lack of trust, and also because he's just not much of a talker. Even Horrortale Sans is more chatty than this guy. And CHECKing him doesn't help much either, as it only shows his basic stats, but doesn't reveal his real name or have any flavor text. 

Not wanting to go by some random word/color for a name, he chooses one himself: "Dalex." Why act as though "Dalex" isn't his real name, even though I've established that he is indeed a Dally? Good question.

He doesn't know. He's afraid of the answer.

He knows that "Dalex" was a good person.

That "Dalex" understood right and wrong. It was his strongest trait in life. It's why his SOUL was chosen in the first place.

But… what would be the right answer here? He feels like he's "Dalex." But is that really correct?

Is he really "Dalex" in a new body and new life, or is he just a husk stealing traits and aspects from the being used to make him…?

He doesn't want to steal. He doesn't want to disrespect the dead.

He… wants to be good. Do the right thing.

…What should he choose?

~~~

Again, not canon, just a little thought experiment. owo)b

[yrrebulb]

three bloody holidays — talks and noodles

“Order up!” The chefs yelled from behind the counter. The traditional style ramen shop was dimly lit and filled to the roof with mouth watering aromas. The sizzling of pork harmonized with the slurping of happy patrons. The clashing of pots and pans created a homey baseline to the jazz of shared cuisine. Sitting in the back corner, Blu waited at a table alone. Sunglasses looped into her hair, she etched quickly into a notebook while scrolling her phone. just as she flipped over her notebook, a warm bowl entered her view. Lightly colored broth with red chili oil floating amongst veggies and seafood, her favorite.

Looking up, her fist met Hoya’s with a joyous smile. He sat across from her, his messy peach mane pushed back under a zigzag headband. He always looked happiest in his element, surrounded by good food and good company. “What’s shakin, B?” He asked leaning into the table. Taking a small bowl from the end of the table, he spoon some of the broth into the smaller bowl before lifting noodles to his face. “I need your help figuring something out,” Blu sighed. Doing just as he did, they split the bowl of ramen. “Kei problems?” He questioned. Not meeting her eyes, the two could easily feel the uneasiness they both held. Hoya and Blu have been thick as thieves since the whole parts stealing incident. Even Souya, the trio have been unmatched in overflowing love for each other.

Anyone who met them could tell that they are true ride or dies. “Yea. Obvious, isn’t it?” Blu groaned, letting out a deep breathe. Pulling her sunglasses over her eyes, she slouched back into her chair. “Let’s make it fair and you help me with my girl problems,” he offered. Holding her hand out, he met it with a solid slap.

“Souya says I should tell him about what happened,” Blu informed.

“You should. He has a right to know why the girl sleeping and cooking in his house refuses to talk herself and goes ghost randomly,” he said between slurps.

“First off, fuck you. Second, way to call the kettle black, Mr. I’ll never love again”. Hoya’s expression dropped at her words. His eyes telling her just how petty that was.

“Look I know I should tell him but I don’t want him to look at me different. No one wants a car jacking, bike stealing, therapy mandated —“ she trailed off.

“Clearly, he does,” Hoya shrugged. “You’ve never hid your temper and he’s not appalled by your fighting habit”.

“Yea, but assault with a deadly weapon is different”.

“It was self defense and it’s not like he hasn’t seen worse. Your ex deserved it”.

“Even so, fighting and stabbing are different. I can’t even face him when he’s mad. If I black out and hurt him because of that bitch, I’m never gonna forgive myself,” Blu’s voice trembled as she thought about it. As she remembered the blow for blow fist fight that changed her life. The smell of blood and how mixed so well with the taste of sweat. The room around them roared as her sense dulled to the memories.

Putting his hand on hers, Hoya frowned. “Even more reason to tell him. He’ll understand. You want to trust him and all you can do is try,” the emotionally constipated chef did his best to settle her nerves. Pulling the bowl close to her, she eat in silence. “Nori wants me to ask her out,” Hoya speaks up. “I thought it was enough, my actions,” he revealed.

“Yea but you’re also the same person to flirt with women and tell her she’s free game when you see her do that same,” Blu stated.

“I know. I just. B”.

“I get it,” Blu sighed. “You’re scared of it happening again, of her suddenly not being okay with your reckless nature”.

“Shit changes when you add that title. She’s my girl, and I don’t want to lose her cause I can’t trust that she won’t won’t change”. The broad chested tattoo canvas slumped onto the table. Parting his head, Blu sympathized with his struggle. This fear that the people they want to be with will someday change for the worse. Turn into people they won’t be able to recognize.

“Take it from me, she’s not like her. She’s not gonna expect you to be anyone but yourself”.

“What if she does? What if she hopes that I’ll somehow become someone serious who doesn’t do stupid bike tricks on the highway or who doesn’t have a stupid story for every tattoo,” his voice growled as he thought about the things people have said to him. For him to grow up. To take life seriously. To put someone other than himself first. Hoya never meant to do anything that got anyone hurt. He just lived to have fun and enjoy his short existence.

“Then your answer is just as easy as mine. Tell her. You get jealous when she talks to and about other dudes. You guys look at each other like no one else is in the room. She’s kill you before cheating on you. You’ve got nothing to fear but yourself”.

“That’s a lot coming from you. You make triple what most of us do, and you’re afraid he’s gonna be turned away cause you bout your shit”. The pair laughed at each other. Lifting her sunglasses up, she couldn’t help the nostalgia that enveloped them.

“How about we bring them to the grind track and show them how we hang. Get them in our element, then talk it out. Plus, I think Souya needs to blow some steam,” Hoya held his hand out to make the deal.

“You’re on. If he gets mad at me riding again, I’m running you over with the trailer”.

[ 3B — Nahoya, Souya, Bleaulynn ]

[shuuos]

for the art ask!!!!! 7, 8, 13, 19, and 20!!!!

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHUEHGUOGRSHG

7. show us a WIP

you already just met him like.... an hour ago but!!!! akira!!! my boy!!!!! and his stuffed raccoon dog poko who is also his best friend!!!!!!

8. what's the most fun and the least fun parts about your process

most fun is definitely coloring!!!!! i love slapping colors on the canvas and seeing what works and then shading it is like a brother to me

and then my least favorite is lineart bc i am Not Good with even lines but i also don't have the patience to learn lineless art so by god am i redrawing the same line five hundred times in a row!

13. how long do you usually take on a piece

depends on how motivated i am tbh!!! it could take anywhere between about a day to literal months (that does remind me that i do have a piece that i have been working on for several months and would like to finish within the year oh shit)

19. how often do you draw

oughougfhuosd i doodle almost every day and i sit down and try to draw every day but college is kicking my ass and my attention span has taken a major hit so it's usually every other week that i actually start a new piece orz

20. a piece from this year that you're really proud of

okay so i have three that i am very tied between THREE TWO ONE GO

first we have Girlboss doing Girlboss Shit(TM) and i like how i did the colors turned out on this one :3

i'm very proud of how the angle on this one turned out!! and also the rim light, i fucking LOVE how it looks

and finally!! macaque!!! i think this piece is the first time i've dipped into furry art and it is very fun, i do really like drawing guys who happen to also be animals!!!

[akashicmuses]

EPHEMER TO LAURIAM: Ephemer blinks open his eyes and the very first thing he sees--nearly the only aspect that drowns his sight entirely--is the color white. He stares at the far flung ceiling above him--pearly smooth and blank--confused for a moment until he remembers: ' that's right... i'm still dreaming... '

He sits up and, yes, more white--he's sitting in a spacious hall smothered in the lack of color. It feels... cold and eerie here... like he's been slapped into a blank canvas, yet the artist no longer feels compelled to fill in the background and story surrounding him... he rubs his exposed arms that are suddenly rippled with tiny goosebumps.

"What a strange place..." Ephemer murmurs, climbing to his feet and peering around--he wants to touch on something specific here, a nice colorful detail to distract him from the frigid lack of one... the walls have pillars nestled in the corners and a few marble stairs leading to white-washed doors, yet otherwise there's nothing notable here. "But who could have brought me to such an odd dream anyway...?"

Because he had to have a connection to someone to wind up here--

Those large doors fly open before Ephemer quite abruptly and the Keyblade Master goes rigid as a splash of light silhouettes a tall figure trotting to him neatly, confidently...

And the moment the light settles around the other man across from him, Ephemer freezes, a stunned, panicked gasp rips from his throat--

"Lauriam......?!" Ephemer half-cries, half-whispers, so stunned all he can do is stare wide-eyed at this old friend across from him. "Lauriam...." He says again, as if both relishing the chance to say the name and finding it so strange to ever say it now.

Lauriam appears as Ephemer remembers him last--a youthful, sharp face and bright blue eyes. The same outfit he wore as he climbed into the Lifeboat... that same buzz of confidence radiating off him, Lauriam had always worn it much better than he did...

Ephemer takes a sudden, aching step towards him, his hands before him as if he might rush forward and embrace him, yet Ephemer finds their past is wedging itself between them too stubbornly and he isn't sure how to wade beyond it to reach his friend now.

Instead Ephemer manages to relent, however his face is flushed in shock and bemusement, eyes watery--he straightens now, a quivering smile dancing onto his lips.

"I've looked everywhere for you...." Ephemer whispers hoarsely. "After everything that happened I tried to find you through connections--and now... after all this time... you're here! It's--it's really you, isn't it....? Lauriam from Daybreak Town...?"

He asks as if he expects this to turn out to be some elaborate hoax--which, to be fair, they are in a dream. The Keyblade Master is finding it very hard to discern between reality and dreams these days... he's been lost within the latter for so long.

And his weariness suddenly begins to show--Ephemer is crumbling--there are dark rings under his eyes ( ' but how...? i've been sleeping forever... ' ) and he's slightly shaking, his smile tumbling down as easily as his former bravery before a supposed stranger... when it's one of his dearest friends in front of him it's so hard to act brave all the time...

"I've wanted to see you for a really, really long time now..." He admits, a rough, sorrowful chuckle sliding between them like the loneliest of truces--it is truly all he has to give this boy before him that has lost everything just like him....

ASK RECEIVED.

'This place is hideous...' the boy thought as he walked the halls of this empty castle. Colorless, void. It was as much of a sham as the person that he'd become now. An empty husk without a single thing inside of it to give it any meaning.

But there was no way to fix that right now. He had tried to reach himself, to do everything to repair the damage that the lifeboats had done to his heart, but there was just no way. The boy was starting to become discouraged. Maybe he should just give up.

It was strange, though. Here, while his waking self was in the Castle, he felt stronger than ever. By all rights, he should be fading more and more over time, but something was holding him here. Just a single memory that he had managed to push through.

Strelitzia...

And so, thinking of nothing but his own predicament, Lauriam descended the stairs.

That was when he saw him. At first, he seemed to be nothing more than a hazy being; his eyes refused to focus on him. It was only when he heard his name passing through the other's lips that everything clicked into focus with startling clarity.

It was him.

"Emphemer..." the name leaves him almost breathless as he all but runs down the rest of the stairs. But before he can reach him, the floor falls away between them. A roaring abyss of darkness separates them, thick black and purple mist rising like a toxic miasma.

Lauriam has to skid to a stop lest he fall into it. A sick feeling rises in his stomach as he looks down into the darkness. Is that what his heart looks like now? Is he unable to escape from it even in his dreams?

He looks across the gap at his friend, chewing on his lower lip viciously. What is he supposed to do now? How can he fix this? How can he fix ANYTHING?

"Ephemer, it's me!" he calls back to him, trying fruitlessly to will a bridge into existence. But he needn't have even bothered. There's no point to attempting the impossible.

"How are you here? How have you breached through my dreams like this?" A sudden discomfort grows on his face. Is Emphemer here now, in the castle? Oh no, please, no... He can't...

"You shouldn't be here." He says, his voice growing firm. He pushes a careless affect as hard as he can even though it feels as if it may break him. "I hope you haven't come to me in person. It... it's all gone wrong, Ephemer."

He shakes his head, flower blossoms flowing down from the stairs to swirl about the two of them. They cross the gap so easily that Lauriam feels nothing but jealousy. He reaches his hand out to catch one, holding it delicately.

"Please tell me that you aren't here." He says, his head tilting down.

[djarinbarnes]

Silent Night - Bucky Barnes

THIS IS A DARK FIC. IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, PLEASE DNI.

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Author: Dina

Word Count: roughly 15k

Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x innocent(?)!female reader

Warnings: dark!bucky, dark!fic, 18+, loss of virginity, dubcon, noncon (to be safe), smut, age gap (18 and 36), pwp, unprotected sex, male masturbation, abuse of power, anal sex, somnophilia, anal play, toys, drugging, forced oral, spitting, slapping, slight bondage... a whole lot of things.

Summary: Bucky has always put his best friend’s daughter first. She’s like the niece he never had. He’s recently become more and more infatuated with her, and when he sees a window of opportunity, he decides to act upon it.

A/N: Well damn, here it is! This is a long one 😇 Some of you have read this before, but now it has been rewritten and finished ♡

For Kaley, Sab, Gracie and Nahema. I wouldn’t have finished this without you ♡

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Dear diary.

This is the story of how I really lost my virginity. I know that no one is going to see this, but I figured writing about it would make it seem better. Easier.

It’s something I’ve been reluctant to share with anybody until now. A lot of things have happened since I wrote to you last. You’ve heard about this man before.

He’s been my father’s best friend for years. Since they were boys. Best man at my parent’s wedding, there in the waiting room the day I was born, present at every birthday party since then. Giving me presents, treating me with so much love.

Uncle Bucky, as he’d come to be named in our family, had watched me grow up and I was his princess. The niece he never had. He showered me with everything a little girl could wish for. We had secrets. It was just something that was shared between the two of us.

But once I turned eighteen, something changed in Bucky. His fondness of me turned into an obsession. I felt it like a pendulum changing its magnetic attraction point. Every time he was over at our house, he would become distracted.

I’ve known all along what made him distracted. It was something I reveled in. But he knew he couldn’t do anything while my dad was around. So, he came up with a plan to get me alone.

Friday, 3:21pm

Going away with Bucky for the weekend as a graduation present seemed like everything she had hoped for. She would finally be free from her parents, even if it was only a weekend. She made her way around her room cheerily, throwing some random pieces of clothing along with her bathing suit, a towel and some toiletries into her bag, feeling her stomach jump slightly.

When Bucky had given her a weekend getaway to his lake house as a graduation present last week, she had been overjoyed. Finally, she had the chance to feel a little bit alive, since her parents hadn’t let her celebrate graduation with her classmates.

A gift from your favorite uncle! Had been scrawled into the card in Bucky's messy handwriting. She just knew he’d been standing at the florists, greasy hands stuffed in his pockets, nervously buying 18 red roses for her. Bucky had always made sure she had everything. He was her dad's coolest friend, and he would spoil her as much as he could.

It hadn't taken a lot of persuasion from her side to let her parents agree to hang out with Bucky for a weekend. He'd babysat her before when she was younger, but it was different now that she’d turned 18. The rules they had set were minimum, but they were there. No drinking, no nothing they wouldn’t do. A little more loose than usual, but she appreciated it, nonetheless.

Her parents, Steve and Peggy, had grown uptight over the last few years, and everything was about keeping her safe and keeping boys away from her. There was always an excuse as to why she couldn’t go to a party or why she couldn’t go on a date with Peter, the guy she had been studying with at school.

Peter was a good kid; she knew that much. He never tried anything with her, and always held back when she would flirt with him during their study sessions at the library. Even that one time she’d tried to hold his hand, he’d shrugged her off and excused himself for the day.

She never figured out why he didn’t want her affection, but she found out soon after, when she saw him kiss his best friend just after the graduation ceremony. It’d hurt – a lot – but she figured it was for the better. A day didn’t even pass before she was laughing at her obliviousness.

This year, when she’d finally turned 18, she’d hoped that everything would settle down with her parents and they’d loosen the restraints on her, but she was wrong. Apparently now, there was even more reason for keeping her home and away from boys. She figured they were afraid of her getting knocked up or something along the lines of that.

The only man she’d see on a regular basis out of school was Uncle Bucky. He and her father would always be working on their motorcycles in front of the garage, and she would watch them from her window on the first floor. She’d found her window to be a great place to keep an eye on them – on him.

She knew that Bucky worked out a lot and put a lot of effort into looking good on a daily basis, but there was just something captivating about him when his hands were covered in grease, strands of his hair falling from the half bun at the back of his head, the sweat glistening on his skin in the sun. He was attractive. And very much so.

If he was only ten years younger and not her father’s best friend, she would’ve been more than interested in him. Well, she was interested… But she knew that her father wouldn’t ever allow something like it, let alone… No. It just wasn’t happening.

Detaching herself from her train off thoughts and zipping up her weekend bag, she heard a car honk from the driveway. She made her way over to the window and a smile spread across her face as she saw Bucky’s sleek, black convertible pull up. She hurried over to her bag, making sure she had everything before nearly jumping down the stairs to get out of the house.

“Bye dad! Bye mom!” she yelled just as she pushed open the door, making her way to Bucky who was now leaning against the hood of his car. When he noticed her approaching, he pushed his body off the hood and opened his arms for her, letting her run into his warm embrace with a giggle. A muttered hi was shared between the two of them before he pulled away, walking around the hood to open the car door for her.

Giving her bag to Bucky before he shut the passenger door made her stomach flutter slightly. She hears the trunk opening and closing, and when he slides into the driver’s seat beside her and pulls out of the driveway, he's already telling jokes and making her laugh.

It was gonna be a fun weekend, she expected that much. She had great plans.

Friday, 4:02pm

Arriving at his lake house had her eyes widening. It was like a whole new house. There had been added an extension to the main house since she was here last summer, and the front porch had been painted white. Bucky parked the car, and she threw open the door of the car, getting out in one fluid motion.

"Wow! This is amazing Bucky!" she smiled at him as they both ventured up the stairs to his front porch. Bucky unlocked the door and they both stepped into the house. She’s taken aback once again.

"This is so much neater than the last time I was here!"

The whole place has been fully renovated, and there's newer, modern furniture complimenting the freshly painted walls. She admires the giant painting on the furthest wall and remembers the unfinished canvas that had been sitting untouched in one of her parent’s rooms last year.

“He finished it.” She smiled and stepped closer to it, admiring the thick, colorful paint strokes upon the black background. She heard Bucky’s footsteps behind her, trailing back through his house.

"Check out the view." She hears Bucky's voice from somewhere in the kitchen. She places her bag on one of the chairs in the living room, walking over to the glass sliding doors that lead out to the back garden, and she bursts out into a smile.

The lake you once had to walk through trees to get to, is now visible from where she’s standing. The belt of trees has been cut down, and the trunks has been dug up. She could see further than ever. She could even see the water supply tower that showed where the city began. If she squinted, she could see her parents’ backyard.

"This is incredible! I wish we lived here," she sighed and turned to find Bucky standing in the doorway. If she’d known of the way Bucky’s heart had thumped in his chest at her revelation, her smile would fall immediately. She internally begged to whomever, that Bucky hadn’t noticed her say we. Instead, he spoke up about something else.

"You still have to see the new amenities." A smile tugged on Bucky's lips.

"What amenities?" He knew she’d love what he’d installed for her, and only her. She’d talked about it for weeks on end the past five summers, and during the winter he’d finally found the time and materials to fulfill her dreams.

"The pool." his eyes glinted with something near mischief. Her eyes widened along with her smile.

"You have a pool? That's amazing!" Just the reaction he’d hoped for. He loved it when she lit up like fairy lights, her eyes filling with glee. It made his heartbeat faster in his chest.

"Did you bring your suit?" she didn't know if she heard it right, but it seemed that his voice had dropped an octave. She nodded as she grabbed her bikini out of her bag, making her way to the newly renovated bathroom to change.

Bucky watched her as she with a giggle made her way through his house, her arms wrapped around her form to shield her nakedness from the older man, who subtly tried to not look at her. “You’re not joining me?” her innocent voice filled his ears and he shut his eyes tightly before turning just a bit away from her.

“No, I’ve got some things to do. Maybe later.” His eyes quickly came up as he heard the sliding door open, watching her ass as she made her way from the patio door to the point where she descended the built-in stairs into the newly built pool.

He felt his cock twitch in his pants, the sight of her in her skimpy purple bikini was making the blood flow to his cock at an undeniable speed. He watched as her shoulders shuddered before she dived under water, her perky ass just caressing the surface from below.

He clenched his jaw before turning on his heel, the image of her half naked body burned into his retina. He needed to get it out of his system, and he needed to do it fast. He knew that there was no way he would ever forget what he had just seen, but either way he had to do something about the situation in his pants.

Making his way into the bathroom nearest the pool, he quickly unbuckled his pants and shoved both them and his underwear down to his thighs. His cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach, hard and proud and he spat into his hand before gripping it tightly, letting out a strangled groan.

"Fuck yes, god you're such a fucking tease..." his head rolled back as he moved his hand, keeping a tight grip around the shaft, imagining her lithe body taking his cock, all of his cock. “Bet you know what you’re doing to me. Bet you know how I feel about you.” His last words were followed by a groan.

The veins pulsated beneath his fingers as he let his head fall forward and he opened his eyes, watching as he fucked into his hand. He saw her body before him, drenched in the cool water of the pool, goosebumps rising on her skin, and he let out another strangled groan, god, he was so close.

It was unlike any time he’d ever jerked off to the vision of her. It was intensified – by powers he didn’t know where from. Maybe it was from her being close. So close he could reach out and claim her as his – just like he’d always wanted to.

He felt the well-known tightening in this scrotum, this time so powerful they drove tears to his eyes. God – he wanted her so badly it hurt. Yet, he had to restrain himself for the time being, he thought, as the movements of his hand picking up speed and he sucked in a breath just as he felt the surge of euphoria overcome him, and-

"Oh my god, Bucky I'm so sorry!"

Friday, 4:43pm

The air that hits her when she emerges from the water is cold. She’s shivering as she throws her arms around herself, making her way up the stairs and inside the house.

She has no idea where Bucky went, so light on her toes, arms trying to warm her torso, she makes her way to the nearest bathroom to take a warm shower. Her teeth are clattering, her frame littered with goosebumps as she trod lightly through the slightly warmer house.

She stops on one foot when she hears a sound, a sound that resembles a moan an awful lot. It can’t be. She approaches the half-open door cautiously, thinking her next move over at least a thousand times before she finally gives in and pushes the door open wider, making her halt completely.

There, in all his glory is Bucky, touching himself for whomever may have walked in to see. That whomever being her. She lets out a shriek before turning her back to him. “Oh my god, Bucky I’m so sorry!” She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, the embarrassment warming up her body quickly as she hears a rustling of clothes behind her.

She silently prays that he isn’t mad at her for walking in on such an intimate moment for him. It lit something inside of her, though, seeing him all hot and bothered for her. Everything that she’s ever imagined about him was definitely an understatement. She hears his footsteps behind her and soon after the heat radiating off his chest against her back, before he speaks up.

“Don’t worry about it,” His voice is so deep she can barely recognize it. “The bathroom is all yours.”

She locks eyes with him as he walks past her, his pupils blown wide like she’s never seen them before. She wraps her arms tighter around herself, trying to cover up from his prying eyes. She nods her head slightly before turning on her heel, walking into the bathroom.

She makes sure the door is locked behind her before she strips herself of her bikini, making sure to hang them to dry on the small, heated towel rack, before finding a towel under the sink where he usually keeps them.

The shower she takes is as long as it usually would take, only now her thoughts are occupied with flashes of Bucky touching himself. Why was he touching himself? Her mind wanders to who the reason could be. She knew he’d had a girlfriend named Natasha once – she was beautiful and had lips like the fullest, reddest cherry – she looked like every man’s wet dream.

She also knew from photos that he’d had a long-time girlfriend in high school through college named Dot – brunette and curvy and with the prettiest facial features she’d ever laid her eyes upon – all the women she had known Bucky to date were so beautiful, he could only think of either them or some hot porn stars he’d probably seen online.

But why now while she was here? Her eyes rolled back as she let out a whimper, her fingers gliding between her smooth, velvet lips, the vision of his hand gliding along the smooth skin of his cock letting her imagination run wild.

Her eyes went wide when she realized what she was doing, and she quickly retracted her fingers from where she now felt a certain warmth spread. She let out a deep sigh as she rested her head against the wall of the shower, the warm water still cascading down her back, heating her freezing limbs.

She finished her shower reluctantly before drying herself off, groaning inwardly as she realized she’d forgotten to bring clean panties and even clean clothes with her to the bathroom in the furry of awkward seconds between her and Bucky. She went over the possibilities she had in her head before searching the bathroom, letting out a small yes! when she found one of Bucky’s clean shirts in one of the small cabinets.

Thinking he didn’t mind, she slipped it over her head and vowed to herself to apologize to him when she saw him next. The shirt felt way too comfortable than it should have, and it instantly warmed her torso, before she pulled it down as far as it would go, just below the apex of her thighs.

She let out a sigh before unlocking the door, listening for a few second to hear where Bucky was located in the house. She heard the washing machine click open and she closed her eyes with another sigh, leaving the safe perimeters where she wouldn’t face embarrassment.

Tiptoeing through the hallway, she made her way into the living room to locate her bag. It felt so wrong to walk around Bucky’s house sin panties. She hears steel clashing in the laundry room, startling her. She lets out a small huff of air before pulling out a pair of lace panties from her bag, before sliding them on under the long shirt.

She’s shuffling through her bag when she’s once again startled by Bucky, this time by his voice.

“You’re wearing my shirt.” She whips around quickly with a small yelp, lace bra and t-shirt in hand. Her eyes widen as she realizes what she’s holding, quickly swinging her hands behind her back to hide the garments. He sees them, though, and it relights his fire even more vigorously than before.

“Shit, Bucky.” She lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as she relaxed under his intense stare. “I’m sorry, I’d forgotten to bring clean clothes with me to the bathroom. I’ll go change right now.” she turns back to her bag to find a pair of pants, laying the garments already in her hand on the couch.

She tenses when she feels a body behind her; a set of hands sliding up her hips, thumbs tracing the outline of her panties over the fabric of her-Bucky’s shirt. She knows his eyes are watching her like a vulture, taking in her legs extending from where his shirt stops, surely imagining what’s hidden underneath. Her breaths come out shaky and she gulps down the lump that has formed in her throat before her eyes flutter closed.

His nose finds its way into her hair, inhaling deeply before exhaling again, his fingers now venturing under the shirt she’s wearing. She feels some kind of warmth spreading where his fingertips graze her skin, just over the fabric of her panties resting on her hip. It’s like his fingers are fire and her hips are timbers – only waiting to be alighted.

“You know…” his voice is still low, just as it was when she encountered him in the bathroom. “I’ve been having a hard time ignoring the looks you’ve sent me.” His fingers slide smoothly from her hip to the middle of her abdomen, slowly tracing small, imaginary circles on her stomach. She shudders under his touch as it brings warmth into her core, and she’s biting her lip to keep a whimper from escaping them.

Bucky was right. She couldn’t deny that she was attracted to him. Who wouldn’t be? He was handsome, funny and so undeniably nice. She wasn’t sure that the attraction she’d felt towards Bucky for the past few years was reciprocated. She was definitely sure now, that his fingertips we’re playing with the hem of her panties.

“Bucky…” Her eyes flutter open as her hand clasps over his, halting his movements from traveling further south. She turns in his arms, facing him, finally taking in his lust blown eyes, his parted lips and the light blush adorning his cheeks. He looks angelic. Young. It makes her heart leap in her chest.

“Tell me you don’t feel it. Tell me this isn’t just something I’m imagining.” His half-lidded eyes search hers in an attempt to ground himself. His right arm comes around her middle to pull her closer, her hands coming up to lay against his chest. She feels the arousal radiating off him. Warmth, and a little further south, hardness.

“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll stop.” His face nears hers, and she feels her heart hammering in her chest. Her breath hitches in her throat when she feels his lips caress hers gently. Just a small graze of soft skin against soft skin, his stubble tickling her chin and his hand tightening its hold on her shirt.

It’s cliché to say that she feels fireworks as his lips grazes hers – maybe from the fact that she’s closer to any man other than her father for the first time, or that she’s just been kissed for the first time. The whole thing is making her head spin, and in that moment, she knows what she has to do.

“We can’t. Not yet,” She breathes out, letting her eyes flutter shut. She feels his warm breath fanning over her lips, the arm around her waist going slack and a deep sigh emitting from Bucky’s throat. He was just about to pull away from her when she grips his shirt in her hands.

“I’m sorry Bucky. I just… You’re my dad’s best friend. I could never look him in the eyes again if we…” she trails off, the embarrassment overcoming her. She looks up at him, eyes glossy from the whirlwind of feelings clashing inside of her. “I’ve never… He’s so strict. I’m sorry if I led you on in any way. I’m not used to male attention.”

Bucky lets out a heartless laugh, taking a step back and brushing her hands off him as if their encounter had never happened. His actions confuse her. He surely must have seen the emotional turmoil she just went through?

“You want burger for dinner? I bought this sauce that’s great with the minced beef.” He turns on his heel and leaves the room without saying anything else. Her brows furrows at his behavior. What the fuck just happened? He leaves her dumbfounded in the living room, her confused eyes following his back until he disappears behind a wall.

In the kitchen, Bucky has pulled out everything he needed to make dinner. His jaw tightens as he goes over her refusal yet again. She’s never what? was his first thought. Then all the pieces clicked when she’d said the next sentence. I’m not used to male attention.

Of course, he knew that she had never been with a guy, let alone a man. Her father told him more than enough, and it made a sinister smile spread along his face, as another branch in his plans takes form.

He will get what he wants.

Friday, 6:32pm

She had expected dinner to be an awkward affair. For her it certainly was – but it seemed like nothing had happened just a few hours before on Bucky’s account. He appeared completely unfazed by his previous actions, and it made her shudder, sitting across from him, picking at her burger. She hears his cutlery hit the plate and her eyes shoot up, seeing the empty plate where his burger had been resting less than five minutes prior.

“So, I’m thinking we have some things to talk about.” His voice startles her, since they had eaten in almost complete silence, the only sound during dinner was the cutlery and chewing.

“What things?” she felt nervous as the words left her mouth, letting her gaze fall back to the burger on her plate. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to know. She’d been cooped up in his study since their encounter in the living room, not ready to face him until she had to.

“Firstly, what happened in the bathroom.” Her eyes shot up, his eyes looking directly into hers. Her mouth falls open, before closing again. She feels the blush creeping up into her cheeks. “I find it only fair that you’ve seen me masturbate, and I you, seeing that you did touch yourself in the shower.”

Her eyes widen impossibly more, a lump forming in her throat as she took in his words. “You… You watched me?” She blinked before her eyes sought to her burger yet again, the embarrassment becoming too much. How he had noticed her, was a mystery. Surely, she’d heard him leave, but she hadn’t heard him return. Maybe she was caught up in her thoughts… But she was quiet. Wasn’t she? Was there something he wasn’t-

“I heard you through the door, darling. You’re very loud. You know that, right?” She lets out a shaky breath before standing from her seat, backing a few steps from the table, into the living room. She watches as Bucky rises from his seat as well, following her as she tried to make the space bigger between the two of them.

Bucky looks at her longingly. He had to admit she looked breathtaking, even though she was scared and angry. There was a slight twinkle in her eye though, one of which could be a hope to escape whatever he had in store for her. It dawned on Bucky, that she probably had no idea what he had planned to do to her, and he smirked when her eyes darted around, not being able to focus on anything.

“What is you want from me, Bucky?” Her voice was shaking when she finally spoke. He shook his head with a slight laugh. She must have known by now. He basically told her everything in the living room. Confessed his feelings for her. Admitting without words.

“Oh baby… You’re still so innocent.” Her back hit the wall of his living room, her breath hitching in her throat. He came impossibly closer, caging her up against the wall. “Come on now… We tried this the easy way. Give into me.”

His hand tangled in her hair before he buried his nose in it, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo. With a hand tightly fisting her hair, the other found its way under her shirt. She let out a sob as she felt the cup give into Bucky’s pull, the soft flesh of her breast spilling out of the cup.

“Bucky please…” She tried to reason, trying to turn away from his grasp. She felt his hand leave her hair to hold her throat as the hand under her shirt it made its way down her torso, popping the button of her pants.

She froze as his fingers slid into her panties, her eyes widening in surprise. It surprised her that the hold on her neck had the effect on her it did – it scared her as well.

“What are you- no!” she cried out as she felt one of his fingers burying itself into her entrance. Another digit joined the first shortly after, making her gasp. Bucky had her trapped, and he enjoyed it. His hand left her throat and found her cheek, stroking a fallen tear away lovingly while he pushed his fingers deeper into her, his thumb grazing her clit roughly.

“I’ll make you feel good. I promise, baby.” His fingers picked up the pace as she felt a coil tighten in her stomach. She tried to fight the pleasure that was forced upon her, the tears falling from her eyes freely by now. She felt the coil snap, and with a cry she came around Bucky’s fingers reluctantly. Her cunt clenching around his fingers felt like heaven, and at that moment, he was sure this was what heaven felt like.

“Such a good girl. You like that, huh baby?” His breath fanned over her face, the air coming off as cold on her drying cheeks. She shook her head with a sob, sucking in a breath through her nose, even though she desperately wanted to agree.

She felt Bucky retract his fingers from her panties, bringing them to his lips before sucking them into his mouth. Watching his fingers covered in her slick disappearing between his lips made her heart hammer impossibly harder in her chest.

“So goddamn sweet. Like honey, darling. You’re just hiding this sweet pussy, huh?” His filthy words take her aback, and her mouth falls open in shock. She doesn’t know what to say. Baffled, she barely feels when he lifts her by the thighs, carrying her into his bedroom, where he throws her on the bed. As her back collides with his soft covers, she’s finally pulled out of the trance.

“Bucky…” her voice is quivering as his hands tug her pants down her legs, goosebumps rising as she feels his stubble against her thighs, her calves, her feet. His lips trace their way up the inside of her legs, her eyes widening again as she realizes what he’s doing now.

“Bucky, please, don’t!” she whimpers, but to no avail. Bucky buries his nose into her mound, inhaling her scent, just as the words leave her mouth. She whimpers when she realized it feels good, even though it shouldn’t.

“Such a lovely girl… Such a lovely pussy…” His words unsettle her, making her stomach twist. She tries to push at his head with her hands, whining as she feels his teeth nip at her clit. He can feel her panicking underneath him, and it makes him smile.

She feels the fabric tighten against her skin before she hears it tear, and shortly after his mouth latches onto her clit. She silently sobs out, arms and legs thrashing about. His hands push up her legs, at the same time collecting her hands in his, tightening his hold on her. She feels the ability to move becoming harder, and she sobs again out as his tongue flicks her clit harshly.

“Stay still, darling… Or this will get worse.” Her eyes widen as she takes in his words. Worse? What could be worse than this? She was unable to kick him, unable to slap him. She was unable to push him away, unable to stop him from invading her body.

In her haze, she barely registers her climax building before it hits her, making her cry out as ecstasy takes over her body. The muscles in her legs tighten around him, her whole body shaking from the earth-shattering orgasm unlike anything she’s ever felt before. Her mind is in a haze so deep, she could barely tell right from wrong anymore.

Having Bucky in between her legs felt so right, like the two of them fit together as puzzle pieces. At the same time, she knew it was wrong – so wrong. She felt herself thrash around from her oversensitivity; her mind completely detached from her body. Her gaze fell to where Bucky was placed between her legs, and she let out a moan at how sinful he appeared, his pupils blown wide, and a wide grin plastered on his face.

She shivered at the feral look in his eyes as he peppered kisses up her stomach, pushing up her shirt and pulling down her bra, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. She let out a wanton moan, for a short moment forgetting the situation. His lip around her perked nipples is making her pussy gush with want. She watches as he pulls his shirt over his head, baring his muscular torso to her prying eyes.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby.” He breathes out against her skin, goosebumps rising on her skin where his breath had hit. “You’re not gonna want any other man than me when I’m done with you.” She feels his hands working in between her legs, her senses kicking in when she realizes his hands are working on unbuttoning his pants.

Tears start streaming down her face again, her head thrashing around, whimpers leaving her mouth as fear takes over her body for real. Her hands come to rest against his shoulders, trying to push him away. “Bucky, please…” she whimpers, trying to restrain him from taking her most sacred possession from her, but to no avail.

With one swift thrust he pushes inside of her. She shuts her eyes tightly, the pain unimaginable. There’s a soaring pain in between her legs, with Bucky’s cock stretching her ever so painfully. She realizes he’s stopped moving, letting her body adjust to him as her walls pulsed around his throbbing member. Whimpers are leaving her mouth, short puffs of breaths landing against the skin of his pectoral muscle.

Bucky smirks triumphantly down at her. Knowing he had been her first stirred something inside him. A sob escaped her as she started to cry audibly, his hands sliding down her sides to grasp her hips in his hands. He locks her legs around his waist, driving himself deeper into her, his thrusts hard and pace increasing. He watches her face through half-lidded eyes, soft groans falling from his lips.

Her walls were milking him, her body begging for him to come. He buries his face into the crook of her shoulder as his thrusts picks up the pace further, uncontrollable and with no rhythm at all. He’s thrusting into her most sensitive spot, earning a few moans from her lips before she’s coming undone around him, her body trembling as her walls convulsed around Bucky’s cock, tears streaming down her cheeks. She feels Bucky burying himself deeply inside her before he’s coming right after her with a load groan.

His hair is tickling her nose – she can smell his scent – pine, fresh air, Bucky. It suddenly felt alright. A sense of calm washes over her, the sense of familiarity making her relax slightly. As she feels him shift on top of her, her mind goes back into freeze mode, her eyes widening as he lifts his torso off hers. The two of them were still connected.

Bucky found her scent intoxicating, and he knew she weren’t done yet. He wasn’t done yet. Her expression turned into fear, unlike anything Bucky had seen before. “Baby, don’t look at me like that…” His voice was sulky, as if he didn’t deserve to attend to her fear.

“We’re nowhere near done yet.”

Fear surged through her body as the words fell from his lips. She didn’t want this. Not again. She wanted to cry and scream for him to stop. She had spilled so many tears already, and her screaming had left her throat dry and hoarse.

“Please Bucky…” Her body was tired, and she was emotionally drained. He shifted on top of her, his hands grasping her ankles and flipping her over before lifting her hips, bringing her to her hands and knees. He got on his knees behind her, just as she pushed her face into the bedsheets, letting out a sob as his hands brushed their way up the skin of her back.

“God you’re so delicate. Like a petal of the most exquisite rose.” She felt his breath on her butt cheeks. She let out a sob, realizing how close he actually was to her most private area. She felt his teeth bite into her left cheek and heard him let out a hum of appreciation.

“So good for me, huh baby?” The sob she let out just seconds before had escalated into full on crying – only lacking tears since she was so tired. She’s begging him to let her go, to stop for now, but she knew he wouldn’t listen. She felt his hands grab at her waist roughly, positioning himself and plunging back inside of her used cunt.

It didn’t even sound like she was screaming. Maybe all it was, was a weak screech and she quickly gave up, letting him have his way with her overly sensitive body. She was still wet – her come and his mixing together inside of her. Bucky used it as makeshift lube, sliding into her easily. Her hands turned into fists as she realized his hold on her hips would make it impossible for her to wiggle away from him.

A soft yelp left her lips as the newfound position made his thrusts seem impossibly deeper. She could hear Bucky hum behind her, compliment her as he took her, letting her know how pleased he was to finally have her. She tried to cancel out the sound of their bodies meeting – wet and slick sounds of his cock plunging its way deeply inside of her, and she gasped as she felt him get rougher again.

He slammed into her, groaning for her to follow him, to come with him, making her cry out. Bucky hit her cervix repeatedly, painfully, again and again until she came a fourth time, her body pulling and clenching around him, begging him to let go, and he came yet again with a loud groan.

He stroked her back lovingly as he almost collapsed against her back, her legs quivering underneath the weight of their bodies. It took Bucky a while to remove himself from her, but when he did, he didn’t hesitate to clean her up thoroughly, making sure she was perfect for him.

“Come on darling, roll over for me.” Bucky commanded, and she simply let out a deep breath and moaned. She couldn’t do it. She didn’t have the strength and the will anymore. All she wanted to do was to hide away from the world. From Bucky.

“Roll over for me.” He said again, this time punctuating all four words, rolling his eyes as she let out a whine in protest. He ended up grabbing her waist and turning her over himself, laying her down before laying down himself and pulling her into his arms.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” his hands slid down the curve of her waist, fingers drawing imaginary circles on her hipbone. She let out a huff before hiding her face in his neck, feeling her eyes wet with tears yet again. They slid down her cheek and landed in the crevice of his collarbone, pooling among droplets of sweat from their sex.

“You did so good, darling. I’m so proud of you.” A wracked sob left her at his words. She felt him bury his nose into her hair, his lips peppering kisses onto her scalp as he softly shushed her, his arms gently rocking her as he let her cry.

“It’s all gonna be okay darling, I’ll take care of you.” With that, she fell into a dreamless slumber.

Saturday, 9:21am

Bucky watched her as the soft morning sun peeked through his curtains, which wasn’t drawn the whole way. Her eyelashes laid softly against her rosy cheeks; her eyelids still puffy from the crying she did last night. His eyes studied her face calmly before traveling down her naked, uncovered body, his head propped up on his arm, his temple laying against his fist.

His eyes fell on her breasts, admiring her perked nipples and the small stretchmarks pointing to the rosy bud. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, his fingers reaching out to graze the soft skin under her breast. His hand made its way down the curve of her waist, pushing down the covers laying against her skin.

As her navel was revealed, Bucky felt his cock twitch. Images from last night of her body underneath him filled his mind, how good she felt around his cock, how deliciously sinful her moans had filled his ears, how fucking good her slick tasted on his tongue… He was definitely in deep.

How she managed to calm herself down after more than two hours of crying and sobbing through what he had forced upon her, to now look more peaceful and beautiful as ever blew his mind. Her eyelids fluttered before she shifted slightly, her hand coming up to rub at her eyes.

He didn’t fight the want to stroke at her hair, so that’s what he did. He lifted his hand and pushed a strand behind her ear, his thumb stroking her cheekbone afterwards. To Bucky’s surprise she leaned into his touch, a small smile tugging at her lips.

It dawned on him that she, at this moment, wasn’t awake enough to remember what had transpired last night. She stretched her arms in front of her, hands landing against Bucky’s shoulder and pectoral muscles, and her eyes fluttered open quickly as she withdrew her hands hurriedly.

“Bucky?” her voice quivered before her bottom lip started wobbling – her face twisting with realization. Her eyes widened at her undressed state, not fully covered by the covers, and she yanked the fabric up to cover her breasts while sitting up slightly.

“Morning beautiful.” He watched as her muscles tensed before she relaxed slightly. Her lips move on their own accord as she whispers out a morning. “How are you feeling?” His hand came out to grasp hers, and she lets him take it.

“A little bit sore…” his thumb grazes over the back of her hand and she watches it as it slides over the skin, tracing the path of the veins trailing underneath the flesh. “I uh…” She bites her lip as she twists her hand in his, grasping his hands in hers.

“Mhm, what is it darling? Don’t go being all shy on me now” He watched her hand in his, feeling his heart jump slightly, feeling some sort of domestication by looking at her. The words that left her mouth shortly after took him by surprise.

“Can I see it?” she sucked her lip back between her teeth before she let out a giggle. “Your cock?”

Bucky’s mouth fell open at her choice of words before he let the covers slide down his body slowly, revealing his semi-hard cock to her. The sight of it made her inhale sharply, taking in the size of it. She realized she had barely seen it the previous day in the bathroom, since it looked even bigger now. Was that really inside of her last night? Bucky felt a smile tug on his lips as he watched her face, contorted in admiration.

“You can touch it… Come on, I’ll show you how.” He watches as she bites her lip, before the hand that was holding hers tugged her hand down to his cock. She shifts closer to him as her fingers graze over the length of his cock, before gripping the base softly, nimble fingers wrapping around his girth.

His cock is heavy and warm in her hand, pulsing beneath her fingers. It somehow makes her mouth water, and she feels a sudden urge to do more than just jerk Bucky off. She doesn’t give into the temptation though, deciding that this should be enough for now. She hears Bucky suck in a breath as he watches her.

“Just like that, move your hand up and down slowly, maybe tighten your grip a little bit… when you get to the head…” She did as he told her, watching as her fingers pulls the foreskin down, before coming back up to the head of his cock. Her head whips around as she hears a groan leave his lips.

His eyes were hooded, watching her movements, eyes scanning over her body, before coming up to her face. “God you’re beautiful…” She tightened her hand further, quickening her movements. She looked into his eyes and held his gaze as she pumped his cock. There was something in his eyes – she couldn’t quite place what she saw. She watched as his brows furrowed, his eyes fluttering closed, his breath coming out heavier and another groan spilling from his lips.

She twisted her head just as she felt his cock tense in her hand, watching the way white ropes of cum landing against the skin of his stomach, some pooling into his bellybutton, along with another strangled groan falling from his lips. Her lips tugged into a smile, his hand coming up to grasp the back of her neck, pulling her into a deep, heavy kiss.

She felt the same feeling as she did just under a day earlier, when he had kissed her in the living room. Sparks flying, undeniably. As her lips parted from his, he smiled. His eyes scanned over her reddened cheeks before trailing over her lips, pulling back from her to give her space.

“What would you like for breakfast, baby?” The words were softly spoken, and she smiled as he sat up slightly, awaiting your answer. She shrugged her shoulders lightly, not really sure if she was in the mood to eat something. Her stomach was still a bit uneasy from the events of yesterday, but she managed to get out the word smoothie, along with her best doe-eyes.

After Bucky rolled out of bed and left his bedroom to clean himself up and make her breakfast, she let out a celebratory sigh and fell back against one of his pillows. She hoped that her efforts in seeming interested in his actions would help, so he wouldn’t force her into things she didn’t want.

She leaned over the edge of the bed and grabbed the discarded shirt, pulling it over her head. She quietly padded over to her bag, pulling the whole bag into her arms and walking to the bathroom, before locking herself in. She stepped into the shower stall, turning the water on and twisting the handle, feeling the water getting warmer and warmer, up until the point where it was scalding her skin.

She whimpered before fully submerging herself underneath the searing water, scrubbing the insides of her thighs violently until she felt the skin grow sore and sensitive. She sobbed out as her fingers came into contact with her sensitive folds, washing away the remains of what Bucky had done to her the night before.

Just as she thought of him, she felt her heart drop in her chest when she heard a knock on the bathroom door. She hadn’t even heard him approaching, and now he was just outside the door. She silently begged that he wouldn’t speak or ask her for anything, but it seemed like luck wasn’t on her side today either.

“Baby, breakfast’s ready.” She felt the goosebumps of disgust run down her back, even though the water was still burning her skin. Just the sound of his voice made her uncomfortable, made her guts turn uncomfortably in her stomach, which made her regret once again ever coming here with him in the first place.

“Baby?” He knocked again, making her heart clench in her chest before she answered him quietly that she was almost done, before she turned off the water, rubbing her body roughly with one of the towels laid out in one of the cabinets.

“Just a second.” She took a look in the mirror and gasped as she noticed the bruises littering her neck, arms, stomach, thighs. She had no idea how she was going to hide them from her parents. She scrambled through her bag, pulling out as many covering pieces of clothing she could possibly muster before covering up her body.

Saturday, 10:08am

When she entered the kitchen, the delicious smell of pancakes filled her nostrils and she sighed in content. She took in the table – Bucky had placed all of her favorite fruits in separate bowls and made her a smoothie. The pancakes were even chocolate chip. She felt both agitated and sure of herself, until the second she sat down.

“So, I was really your first, huh?” Was the first question that left Bucky, a smirk plastered on his face. She felt the redness fill her cheeks before she nodded, not really wanting to engage in a conversation with him. She grabbed a handful of blueberries, stuffing them into her mouth and chewing on the sweet fruits.

“You know… The way your body reacted to how I fucked you… How you moaned… Cried out my name… How your tight pussy strangled my cock…” Bucky smirked as he grabbed his cup of coffee, bringing it to his lips before blowing on the surface, gently. “Could get used to that.”

She felt her heart pick up its pace in her chest, hammering against her ribcage as she sat stiff with her hands in her lap, too embarrassed to look at him. She fought her embarrassment though and looked up to where he was sitting through her lashes – he was exploring his molars with his tongue with his eyebrow cocked, watching her. Smug son of a bitch.

“You shouldn’t be so nervous, darling. Dig in! I made everything you asked for while you were hiding in my bathroom. You could at least appreciate the effort.”

Her eyes shot down, not wanting to meet his. The tone in his voice made her shiver. She reluctantly reached out and grabbed the smoothie off the table, bringing the straw to her lips before sucking the sweet fluid into her mouth. The taste of strawberry and blackberry lingered on her tastebuds, along with a tangy flavor she had trouble placing. She looked up at Bucky again.

“Bucky… I think I would like to go home today.” She shivered as she thought about what happened last night. What could happen again. She feared it would. She took another sip of the smoothie followed by another, and placed it on the table, truly hoping Bucky would give in and let her go.

She was wrong.

His smile was wide as he watched her drink more than half of the smoothie, just waiting for the triazolam to take its toll on her nervous system. He knew the pills for his incurable insomnia would come in handy someday, and he mentally high fived himself as he noticed her getting groggier.

“This should solve your sleeping problem, Mr. Barnes. I wouldn’t normally advise for this, but if you’re in need of a faster effect, crush them into some water and ingest it shortly before going to bed.”

And that was exactly what Bucky had done when making her smoothie. The remains of the white powder in the porcelain mortar resting in the sink was the only evidence of his scheme at this point. He had everything planned – down to the last detail. Everything he had to do by the time she would wake up from her pill-induced sleep.

“You know, darling, there’s so much I want to show you. To teach you.” Bucky slowly got out of his chair, picking a few fruits from the bowls, before chucking them into his mouth. “That’s why I need you to stay here, with me. Until we die.”

“Bucky, I… what’s happening?” she looked up at him with fearful eyes, her sight blurring Bucky into a blob of dark and fair tones before returning back to being clear as day. “I’m scared. Please.”

“You’re gonna sleep for a little bit,” he crouched down beside her chair and her eyes widened as her brain caught up with what her ears were hearing. “But I’ll make sure to take good care of you while you’re sleeping, I promise.” She felt his hand wipe a stray piece of hair from her face, pushing it behind her ear before he placed a kiss on her cheek.

Everything went black before her eyes, and her head landed heavily in Bucky’s hands. He watched as her eyes rolled around in her head, unable to focus on anything before finally falling closed, a sigh escaping her lips.

Bucky lifted her out of the chair gently, admiring her soft features before walking her to his bedroom. Her soft breathing was warm against his neck as he held her in his arms, one of the only things letting her know she was still sentient. He laid her on the bed carefully before beginning to rid her of all the clothes she had hidden herself in.

“Oh, you silly girl… Trying to hide from me. Trying to get me to let you go…” he carefully tugged down her jeans, throwing them on the floor. He lifted her leg off the bed, placing a kiss on top of her foot. His eyes follow the length of her legs, all the way up her body. Her beautiful body. “I’ll never let you go. You’re mine now.”

Saturday, ?

She let out a small groan before turning on to her back – or so she thought. Her eyes flew open before she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes – or tried to. She groggily looked up at her hand and let out a gasp when she found it fixated to the bedpost. She whipped her head around and found the other fastened likewise, letting out a tiny whimper.

She clenched her fists, giving the restraints another tug but to no avail. She lifted her head slightly, looking around, and let out another whimper when she noticed she was in Bucky’s bedroom yet again. She shivered when she heard his voice, coming from behind her.

“So, you’re finally awake. Took you long enough, darling.” she gasped when she felt his fingers slide through her folds and into her wet cunt. It felt different than the last time he did it, though. Like something was in the way. It felt good, though.

“You know, it’s actually quite impressive how the human body reacts to arousing touch. I’ve been toying with your clit for more than an hour, drawing a few orgasms from you and you’re still just as responsive… So, I wanted to try something new.”

She gasped when she felt his fingers swirl themselves inside her and then against the back of her tight cunt. Her eyes widened as her mind suddenly cleared itself enough for her to feel the expansion of her tight ring of muscle. She struggled to move her legs, giving up when she realized they were tied to the foot of the bed, spread wide.

“For someone who was a virgin in both holes just yesterday, I have to say I’m impressed. It’s like your pussy was made for my cock… I can’t wait to fuck this tight ass of yours… To see if it’s just as good as your cunt.”

Her eyes widened as she felt his hand leave the warmth of her pussy, swirling around the gem of the butt plug seated snugly within her tight rim. She gasped loudly when she felt Bucky slowly retracting the plug, not letting the widest part pass the rim before pushing the plug back in. She let out a wanton moan as it fell back into place.

“I’m gonna fuck your pussy while this plug is filling you up, and then I’m gonna fuck your tight ass…” She heard Bucky slide down the mattress before his lips found her soaking cunt, emitting a loud moan from her. Her mind was still hazy from her slumber, she struggled with finding the words for a few moments. “Yeah, you like that?”

“Bucky…” she whimpered weakly as a surge of pleasure shot through her veins. “Please don’t, Buck…” She had trouble focusing on anything, she wasn’t sure where Bucky’s lips lingered anymore. She registered the rip of a foil packet, and just after, she felt the thickness of Bucky’s cock filling her slick pussy to the limit.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl…” Bucky moans loudly as he bottoms out, the pressure from the plug in her ass straining against his cock. He leans down and peppers a string of kisses on her cheek, admiring her as her mouth hung open, short puffs of breaths pushing their way past her plump lips.

Her eyes are shut tightly, her eyebrows drawing a thin line between pleasure and pain. As of that moment, he can’t tell which is which. Tears are slowly framing her eyes, though still not giving the emotion away.

“Oh my god,” she breathes, and Bucky bites his lips to restrain himself, but the intoxicating way her pussy grasps his cock tightly, the sweet pink gem resting just above his cock has his mind spiraling into pleasure. He grabs her hips and thrusts into her harshly, pushing the tears out of her eyes and the cries out of her mouth with every thrust.

His hips slam against hers within a few thrusts, and it’s making her see stars. His cock is grazing her most sensitive places with every thrust, and everything seems to blacken before her eyes as hot floods shoot through her veins, her orgasm so intense her whole body is shaking.

She herself doesn’t know whether it was in pleasure or in pain either, but it was definitely something in between. She had never felt a feeling so indescribably enormous; she had never felt so full. She whimpered when Bucky pulled himself out of her, eyes widening as she came back to herself, feeling the plug being retracted slowly.

“I can’t hold back darling, fuck you make it so hard…” she gasped when the plug slid out easily, whimpering as she felt liquid smear against her fluttering, sensitive ring of muscle, the coolness slithering down between her sensitive lips, staining the mattress below her.

She bites her lip harshly as she feels the tip of Bucky’s cock prod against her tightening rim. It was a whole other feeling than the plug. Where the plug was cold and somewhat hard, Bucky’s cock was warm, wide and rigid. She clenches her jaw as his cock breaches her, the sting unlike anything she had ever felt before.

“Come on baby, let me hear you…” Bucky gritted through his teeth, just beside her ear. She clenches her jaw even tighter, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of letting him hear the effect he had on her. The breaths she sucked in through her nose were uneven and ragged, the pain caused by his cock almost unbearable.

“Fucking relax, baby… You’re just making it harder for yourself…” She didn’t know how deep he was inside of her and she didn’t wanna know either. She had never felt dirtier than she did in this exact moment, and she shut her eyes tightly, wishing herself invisible. She felt his hands grasp a butt cheek each, before spreading them apart, thrusting his hips, slowly entering her deeper.

“That’s it baby…” she whined as she felt his hips still against hers, his pelvis resting snugly between her spread cheeks. His mouth found her ear and she whimpered as the next words that left his lips sunk in. “Such a good slut for me, taking all of my cock in her tight ass…”

His hand moved around her hip, squeezing itself between her body and the mattress, sliding down in between her legs where her soaking pussy had been abandoned. His fingers swirled around the bundle of nerves, the small jolts of his thrusts mixing with the pleasure from his fingers pushing her over the edge.

She let out a scream as she came around his cock, her ass gripping him tighter than he had ever felt before in his life. Out of all the women he had ever fucked, she was by far the tightest he had ever experienced. Her whole body shook beneath him, hands tightly fisting the bedsheets as her ass strangled his cock, begging for him to release his seed within.

Bucky’s cock felt so massive as she tried to come down from her startling high, the jolts of her body seemingly calming down slightly. “Bucky please… You’re too big, I can’t…” she cried out as her oversensitivity took over, trying to push the foreign intrusion out. His movements stung against her sore ring of muscle, making her wail further.

Bucky ignored her pleas and pushed his hips tighter against hers before retracting himself halfway, pushing in again. He groaned into her ear as he fucked her ass, showing her no mercy as he searched for his own release. He cursed out as he found the angle unable to grant him what he so desperately longed for.

He untied her right leg first, followed by the left before bringing her knees under her body, to fuck her in his favorite position. She whined as he pulled out of her ass completely, before leaning down to lick a firm stripe through her folds. She didn’t know how he managed to make her feel as dirty as he did, but it was amplified even further when he spat at her ass.

He cursed behind her at the sight of her, and shortly after she felt another wet dollop of lube slither between her cheeks. He easily slid his cock back into her ass, sighing out as her warmth once again engulfed his cock completely. He was never, ever going to let her go. Not when she could make him feel like this by just fucking her.

His release came just as quickly as she had hoped. Within three more strokes, he buried himself to the hilt, bit her earlobe harshly and spilled himself into the condom. She felt the pulsing of the convulsions in his cock more prominently in her ass, and she distracted herself from the pain by counting every spurt of his cum that landed within the latex with every jerk of his cock.

“Good girl.” He whispered as he gripped around his cock, securing the condom before pulling out of her, slowly. She whimpered as he left her body, and he groaned at the sight of her ring of muscle fluttering and contracting around nothing.

Bucky slid off the bed after pulling the condom off, tying the end and left for the bathroom. She felt a tear escape her eye as she pushed her legs back to lie flat before lifting her head, turning it to look in the direction of the bathroom. Bucky emerged with a damp towel, in all his naked glory, walking over to her with a victorious smirk.

“You did so good my darling… Such a good obedient girl for her daddy.” He talked sweet nonsense as he cleaned between her legs. She hissed as the damp cloth came in contact with her swollen ass, and again when he swiped it between her folds, gathering her slick. “Have you changed your mind yet, darling? Or do I need to teach you another lesson?”

She looked up at him with wide eyes, sucking her lip in between her teeth. “Changed my mind about what?”

She felt a hard slap on her butt. “Don’t play dumb, baby. It’s not a good look on you. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” She whimpers as his hand grazes along the angry, red protrusion of the skin where his hand had landed.

“Please, I want to go home Bucky.” She whimpered, closing her eyes as she felt the tears flow freely from her eyes. She felt another harsh slap against har already sensitive skin, then another.

“Wrong answer.”

“Bucky you can’t keep me locked up here forever!” She cried out, tugging on the restraints again, with what little power she had left after what he had just put her through, and the grogginess from the drugs, still in her system. Bucky leaned all the way into her ear, whispering out yet another sinister thing, that made her whole body crumble in fear.

“If that’s what it takes.”

He left her then, only pulling the sheet over her ass to cover her private parts. She didn’t know how long she spent in his bed, tied up like some animal. She could hear him somewhere in the house, humming along to some tune playing on the radio, which she couldn’t make out.

She was getting cold, falling asleep sporadically along with goosebumps rising on her skin as silent tears slid down her cheeks into the pillow. She felt exposed and used. Used by a man she trusted with her life. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. She imagined that she could’ve been wrapped up in her comforter at home, watching some boring Netflix series instead of laying tied up here.

She felt scared. Even more scared than she’d felt just after Bucky had violated her for the first time. She’d never felt so helpless before, and it made her even more scared of what Bucky would do to her if he got the chance. It was getting dark out, and she knew that it would either improve or deteriorate her chances of escaping. She didn’t know where to escape to, though.

She knew she had to get out of his house as soon as possible. She knew she had to get in contact with her parents somehow, despite the fact that she didn’t want to anymore. She didn’t know where her phone had ended up in all of this mess, but she knew Bucky usually slept with his by the bed. Either she could wait for that opportunity, or she could try to escape.

She wiggled her toes slightly, trying to get some of the blood down there again. She twisted her knees slightly, trying to pull them up under her again. She thanked the heavens that she was flexible when she managed to pull her right knee up under her, followed by the other.

She slowly rose to her knees, sitting back on her ass. She looked towards the door, cracked open slightly. The faint smell of something cooking filled her nostrils and she heard her stomach rumbling. She had no recollection of when she last had something to eat.

It was this morning, that much she knew. But she didn’t know what time it was by now. How long she’d been out, how long he’d been in the bedroom with her, how long she’d been laying there alone.

She took in the expert knots that had her hands tied to the headboard, reminding her that her dad and Bucky had served in the military together, and that they both had some knowledge about rope and knots. They’d even taught her some, so she could easily make out which one he’d tied her up with.

The double constrictor knot tied twice on both her wrists made her eyes fill with tears yet again. There was no way she would be able to pull the knots open with her teeth. Yet she found herself trying. And… on top of that, she really needed to pee.

She examined the knot before slowly making out the placement of the ends and where they were cut off. She reached forward and trapped one loop in between her teeth, pulling slightly. She sighed happily when she felt it give in, and she pulled one end through easily. Way too easily.

She repeated the action one more time, pulling the end over and through on the other side, one knot coming completely undone. She nodded at herself when the first rope fell to the pillow under her, making everything seem a little bit easier.

Three more to go.

She prayed that Bucky didn’t make an appearance, otherwise she’d be fucked. She leaned forward and examined the next knot on the same wrist, leaning forward when she located the end of it.

She winced when the ropes on the wrist she wasn’t working on tugged the rash on her skin even deeper. She needed to get out of there, and she needed to get out of there now. Panic settled in her stomach when she heard footsteps from somewhere in the house, tears spilling out of her eyes yet again.

“Come on, come on…” the knot finally gave in and she breathed out in relief, grinning slightly when her fingers started loosening the knots on her other wrist. She was so close to freeing her wrist, so close to relief from emptying her bladder… So close to escaping from Bucky.

“Baby…” She instantly freezes when she hears his voice from the door. “What are you doing?” She lets out a breath, feeling the tears re-wetting the paths on her cheeks that had dried earlier. Her cheeks redden, embarrassed that he’s caught her.

“Bucky, I…” she starts, turning her head slowly to look at him. He’s standing in the doorway with a tray of food for her, for them. How had she not noticed the amazing smell filling the room much earlier? How long had he even been standing there? She was so caught up in escaping she hadn’t even heard him.

She’s not sure whether the words that leave her mouth are just plain stupid or smart. Either way, his eyes soften just a bit when she speaks. “I just really have to pee.” She watches as he puts down the tray on his bedside table before he leans forward, loosening the remaining knots.

“Why didn’t you just call for me, baby? I would’ve come and helped you so you wouldn’t tear your lips like that.” His thumb grazes her lip, making her wince slightly. She hadn’t noticed the skin being mangled from the roughness of the rope. “Jesus baby, you look awful.”

She winces again when his fingers glide over her cheekbone, before they help her loosen the last knots around her wrists. She slides off the bed with a whimpering thank you, her legs slightly unstable as she staggers her way to the bathroom. She shuts the door softly before finally getting the relief she’s been craving.

Once finished, she tries for the small window in the bathroom. She knows she isn’t going to fit through, but she’s trying anyway. The window doesn’t budge, even when all laches are off and clattering against the glass. She knows Bucky can hear her from the bedroom, but at this point she doesn’t care.

“Come on. Dinner is ready.” His voice is just on the other side of the door, letting her know just how close he was. By the looks of it, there was no way she was ever going to be left alone again. Her foot slipped from her getting dizzy when she stepped on the bathmat to wash her hands, causing her to let out a yelp.

The door was yanked open just as she steadied herself against the marble countertop, catching Bucky’s eyes in the mirror when she looked up. Traces of nervousness swirled in his eyes, and she wondered why. “Jesus, I thought you hurt yourself, baby.”

He watched her every move as she washed her hands, dried them off before throwing them around her body, shielding her still naked body from him. He observed the way goosebumps littered her arms and legs, making his heart clench in his chest. He swiftly manhandled her into a t-shirt, before handing her a pair of panties.

He watched as she slid them on weakly, before grabbing her hand and leading her back to the bed. “Come on,” he spoke softly, as he sat her down and placed the tray in front of her, urging her to eat by bringing a forkful of food to her lips. “You need your strength.” She squeezed her lips together, not fully trusting him with her food since the incident this morning.

“Don’t worry.” He grabbed her hand, his thumb sliding over the soft skin, “It’s just food this time. No drugs.” She looked up at him doe-eyed, desperately trying to just have him leave her. She purses her lips again. “I trust you, baby.”

“I’m not hungry.” She whispered out, pulling her hand from his gently before scooting back just a bit on the bed, to get further away from him. Her stomach grumbled in that moment, letting him know how much of a lie that was. She was starving.

He grabs her jaw, forcing her lips apart before shoving the food in between them. “You eat when I tell you to eat.” He’s somewhat grumpy, it’s easy to see. There’s a glint remorse in his eyes, but she doesn’t believe that he regrets anything he’s put her through. She chews languidly, all while her eyes are trained on her hands in her lap.

“Am I going to have to force feed you, or will you eat on your own accord? Because I don’t care what you choose.” She looks up at him and watches as he scoops another dollop of food onto the fork, bringing it to her lips. She carefully swallows the food already in her mouth before opening up for him to feed her. “Good girl.”

It continues like that, with Bucky taking a few bites in between feeding her. It makes her calm to see him eat from the same portion of food as her, letting her know that he was telling the truth when he made her eat the first bite. No drugs.

He brings the straw resting in a glass of water to her lips after setting the plate back on the tray. She eyes his hands, inspecting the glass intensely. He sighs and rolls his eyes yet understanding her actions. He knows she’s afraid of him, he knows she doesn’t trust her right now.

He brings the straw to his own lips and sucks the cold fluid into his mouth before swallowing, letting her know that the water was safe to ingest as well. She exhales slowly before taking the glass from him, emptying it in one go. She was truly thirsty.

“What time is it?” she tries softly, afraid that Bucky thought she didn’t need to know, since he had no plans of ever letting her go. She’s looking for any sign indicating that he’s carrying his phone. He eyes her for a while, his eyes squinting for just a moment. She looked breathtaking as she sat there, fiddling her fingers.

“Why do you want to know?” She knew it. He’s still watching her, trying to look through her, into her head to figure out what she’s thinking. She tries her best to appear unfazed, just wanting him to tell her the goddamn time.

She feels lost in a whole new way, with the conception of time stripped from her as well. It makes her uneasy on a whole other level. “I just… Wanna know if it’s time for dessert.” She whispers, still afraid to say much. She waits for his reaction anxiously, another wave of uneasiness overcoming her.

Bucky laughs. He actually laughs at her. She furrows her brows as she watches his shoulders shake with every puff of laughter. “You don’t need to know the time…” he has a hard time getting the words out through his laughter, yet he speaks again shortly after.  “Desserts,” he smiles as he turns his head toward her, eyes taking in her serious expression. He smiles warmly at her. “What do you want for dessert?”

“You tell me the time; I tell you what I want for dessert.” He raises his eyebrow at her demand, not really expecting it. She doesn’t know where the surge of confidence came from. She just wanted to know the damn time. Somewhere deep within her, she’s still wondering if he is going to let her go the following day.

“Feisty now, aren’t you?” He jokingly says, well knowing she was, still is, afraid of him. He bites the inside of his cheek, contemplating her offer before he slowly draws out his phone before showing her the time. 9:21pm. So, she had been tied up in his bedroom the whole day. She watched as he pushed it back into his pocket, away from her prying eyes.

“So, darling… You wanted dessert?” he turns back to her and she has shuffled closer to him in the midst of his lack of attention. Her hand reaches out to caress his cheek, startling him. She smiles softly, she doesn’t even know why.

In one way, she wanted to get out of his house as soon as humanly possible but… She found herself not wanting to. Her thoughts were conflicting within her head, confusing her even more than previously. Maybe she just had to play pretend for now, and he would let her go tomorrow?

She found herself slowly losing herself within her thoughts. She had so many conflicting ones, her mind in a flurry about which ones to focus on. Everything came to her while admiring him through her lashes. Every emotion she’s ever felt for him, every memory she had with him. “Yeah. I want you.”

Without words she rises, initiating the contact between them herself. She didn’t know how or why, but she found herself reaching out for his hand. It felt a little alien, but good, nonetheless. It was clear to her that he was taken aback by her actions. She silently straddles his thighs, her ass resting on his knees as she pushes him back to lay against the bed. “I want to do this on my own.” she starts while pulling the shirt over her head.

“You took the choice from me yesterday, and I don’t think that’s fair. Do you?” the sudden surge of confidence in her takes him aback, and he’s laying motionlessly against the mattress, just watching her undress herself on top of him.

He watches as her hands slide over her breasts and down her stomach, teasing him slightly as she snaps the elastic band of her panties against the skin on her hip. She feels him harden underneath her within second of the fabric leaving her torso, and she revels in it.

She was deeply in love with Bucky Barnes. No matter how he wronged her, abused her, used her - she loves him. Maybe she was delusional but having him underneath her set her nerves on fire. She had finally gotten what she wanted.

There was nothing standing in the way of her and Bucky’s relationship anymore. She wasn’t afraid anymore. She was going to give into him, and she was going to enjoy it.

All it had taken, was one small flaw in Bucky’s plan. He’d let it slip, and he wasn’t even aware of it.

Saturday, 03:22am

Opening the messages app on his phone, she quickly searches through the different messages before opening the one with her dad. She knew exactly who she had to call for help. Yet she found something that made her blood turn to ice in her veins. Or, it felt like that, at least.

She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Slowly, the tears started burning in her eyes, making her vision blurry. The light from his phone blinded her slightly, and she found herself wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, a sob getting stuck in her throat. She just couldn’t believe it.

Right there, on his phone, was a conversation between him and her dad. Her own dad. Her stomach turned as she read through the messages, chest heaving as she tried to calm her erratic breaths.

Steve: You got her calmed yet?

Bucky: No, still squirming and crying. Hoping that she’ll calm down soon.

Bucky: Jesus, she got some lungs on her. I can’t wait to do everything I’ve planned to do to her tomorrow.

Steve: Good. Ruin her. Make sure she doesn’t get away. We need that money.

Bucky: If not, I’ll do what’s necessary. Even though I really don’t want to. You know how I feel about her.

Steve: I couldn’t care less. She isn’t mine anyways.

Her brows furrowed as she read one of the last messages over and over again. What the hell did he mean that I wasn’t his? She felt a strong hand clasp around the wrist of her hand that held the phone in it, forcing a small scream past her lips. She hadn’t even heard Bucky wake up.

“What are you doing?” His eyes were dark and hooded. They were also full of sleep, and she knew he was happy she was still in bed next to him, else she would’ve fallen off the bed. She looked at him through the blue light of the phone, trying to come up with a quick lie to throw him off in his sleepy haze.

“I was just looking at the time.” she tried carefully, the flow of tears drying out slowly. She was shocked, to say the least, but she wouldn’t let him know that she knew... “I usually wake up at night and I always try to track my sleeping pattern…” she had no idea what to say.

She couldn’t believe what she had just read. What did her dad mean? She isn’t mine anyways… The message kept resonating in her head. He huffed and grabbed the phone, turning away from her and resuming his slumber.

Saturday, 9:23pm

She crawled off his lap, standing over him as she undid his pants with quick movements. He lifted his hips to aid her in taking them off, his mind still trying to catch up to what was happening. His boxers followed soon after, his naked glory exposed to her yet again, only this time it was different.

Her hand grasps his cock, giving it a few tugs before she’s closing her lips around the head. He stutters out a moan intertwined with her name, his hands flying into her hair to ground himself. Where the sudden urge to have her lips around his cock was fulfilled, he still didn’t know what she was doing.

All he knew was that it felt heavenly. Her mouth was warm and inviting, her cheeks feeling warm and velvety as she hollowed them against his length. She sucked more than half of his cock into her mouth, causing a deep groan to spill from his lips.

Her hand wrapped around what she couldn’t fit in her mouth, and she slowly stroked his shaft while swirling her tongue around the enlarged head of his cock. She felt his hand tighten in her hair, a string of groans falling from his lips.

The hand that wasn’t wrapped around him pushed the panties off her hips languidly and she slowly rose to her feet, still bent over with her lips around his cock. She releases him with a pop, fluttering kisses along his toned abdomen and up his chest before she straddles his hips, gliding the wetness between her legs over the length of him.

His hands find her hips, both his thumbs rubbing circles into her hips, his head thrown back in pleasure. This pleasure is so different than it’s been previously, it’s so full of emotion for him and possibly also from her. It feels tremendously different from all the other times. His head shifts forward and admires her with hooded eyes before they flutter closed.

When she finally sinks down onto his cock with a strained expression, he feels everything shift within him. It’s like the whole orbit of the world changes. She��s struggling with his size, whimpering as she slowly sinks further down onto him. She falls forward, her hands landing just beside his face and he groans out, his eyes slowly reopening to look at her on top of him.

Her cheeks are flushed pink, her eyes prickling with tears and her bottom lip tugged in between her teeth, desperately trying to accommodate to his size. She’s shifting just a little bit, trying to ease the pain between her hips.

Her hand slid under his neck and grasped the short hairs there, closely followed by her lips meeting his. Her hips grinds over his, their lips gliding over each other’s messily, their tongues dancing together. Her soft pants mixed with his, his hands sliding up to rest on her lower back, guiding her gently.

“Oh, Bucky…” she whispers, and he isn’t sure whether or not he’s dreaming. It feels surreal that she’s moaning his name,it makes him twitch inside of her to finally hear his name spill from her lips that way. Hearing her moan his name combined with the tightness of her heat pushes him further and further towards his impending orgasm.

Her walls clench around him and she whimpers ever so sweetly. He knows she’s close. She just needs the final push. She’s still grinding her hips against his, so he angles them slightly for her clit to rub over his pelvic bone.

It doesn’t take more than a few strokes for her orgasm to overtake her, blinding her vision with black spots and making every hair on her body rise. It feels amazing this time around - with herself being in charge of her pleasure.

He’s close - so close - but if there’s one thing he doesn’t want to do right now, it’s to do something she doesn’t want to, however ambivalent that sounds. He restrains himself or tries to. Her hips are still drawing circles over his, and it’s driving him crazy.

“Cum in me,” she whispers in her haze, and she feels his hands tighten on her hips, his pants filling her ears as he empties his load inside of her. She feels at it trickles down around his length still embedded in her heat as she collapses on top of him, laying her head on his chest.

She slowly comes down from euphoria, relaxing into his arms coming around her to rub over her back. Everything slowly comes back to her, settling within her body. The lovestruck haze she has been in for the past half hour, is slowly coming to an end.

She slowly removes herself from on top of him, his seed trailing down her legs as she makes her way to the bathroom to clean herself. He finds her under the shower, quietly entering the stall behind her. She’s caught up in her thoughts, just standing under the stream of water with her arms wrapped around herself.

“I know what you saw last night. I didn’t want you to find out the way you did. We were supposed to be happy together. Live happily, and you would forget everything about everyone. Just you and me, here.” His body was barely against her back before he was pulling her trembling body back into his arms. She hadn’t even realized she was shaking until then.

“You didn’t want me to find out what, exactly?” She tried softly, jaw trembling uncomfortably at the other things he had said. “How are we ever to live happily?” She didn’t know what Bucky expected of her. There was just something she couldn’t imagine. She turned in his arms, looking up at him.

“You’re going to have to promise me that you won’t react poorly to what I’m about to tell you.” Bucky tried carefully, and she felt everything fall apart in the seconds following the words leaving his mouth. How could she not react to anything? “I shouldn’t be the one telling you this, but…”

Tell her what?! Just two days prior she’d been living contently with her parents, and here, a mere 46 hours later… Everything had changed. She watched his face as he searched for the words, his thoughts conflicting visibly in his face.

“Steve… He isn’t your father.” Bucky started, and she felt her heart fall further into her chest. That hurt. “Your mother had someone else around the time you were conceived. Steve has taken a paternity test, and it’s true.” She felt the tears rise to her eyes yet again mixing with the water from the shower, both from the betrayal of Bucky but also from her parents.

“This has all been set up so Steve can claim you as dead. To get money from the insurance company.” He hides his face with his hand, visibly upset that everything has fallen apart. Everything has certainly not worked out the way it was supposed to. “But I’ve changed my mind. I can’t do this to you.”

“But you’ve already done it...” She whispered, before taking his hand in hers. “What changed?” She cradled his face in her other hand, watching him intently as he rubs his hand over his face. It leaves red marks in its wake, letting her know just how hard he’s rubbing the skin.

“We need to make sure he doesn’t get that money” Bucky grabs her face with his hands in an instant, his eyes searching hers intensely. He thinks over her question, licking his lips before he answers.

“Nothing changed. Even though I wanted this to start with, I never even considered getting rid of you. I want you to know that I’ve never looked at you wrongly before you were legal. I couldn’t bring myself to it, even though I knew you weren’t Steve’s. I never ever wanted to hurt you. Because I love you.”

She sighs and for a short while closes her eyes. A few seconds pass where he’s just watching her.

Then one side of her lips tug up into a smirk, before she’s looking at him with a mischievous look in her eyes. They both know what they have to do.

Then she speaks, instantly letting him know that everything is settled between the two of them.

“I love you. Let’s do it.”

[toomanyrobins2]

Those Four Words Pt. 1

Summary: an escalating fight between Jason and his girlfriend leads to a tense two weeks in Wayne Manor

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: language, mentions of sex and excessive drinking, mentions of character death

masterlist // next part

Jason Todd was in a terrible mood, having just got into an argument with Bruce. He decided to go up to his girlfriend’s studio to get away. She had been hard at work the past couple of days and he was getting needy. He came up behind her on the floor and pulled her into his lap. She tried to wiggle out of his arms. “Jay, I'm trying to do something right now.

He tried to snuggle closer to his girlfriend, “I deserve some of your time too.

“Deserve? You’re especially demanding today. What did you do?” Jason scoffed and pulled away. “What has crawled up your ass?”

“You did.”

She managed to escape and turned to look at her boyfriend, “I did? Huh, I think I would’ve remembered such a disgusting journey into your body.

“Dammit, Y/N! Enough with the sarcasm! You know what I’m saying.”

She sighed at Jason’s attitude, “I don’t understand what you’re doing right now, but you are starting a fight just for the sake of an argument. I’m sorry, but I can’t give you what you want right now.”

“I don’t want anything from you,” Jason was standing over his girlfriend, his whole body tense, “From any of you.”

“Why are you being like this? What happened?”

“What? You thought the minute we started dating all of our problems would magically disappear? Are you really that naive?”

Y/N put her brushes down and stood. She tried to walk closer, but he matched each step, moving away from her. “Jason, where the hell is this coming from? I thought we had got past this. Even you and Bruce are in a better place.”

“You think I'll ever forget you abandoned me. You all did!”

“Abandon you! What have you been smoking? We thought you died!”

“You replaced me!”

Now, Y/N was angry too and it was rare that anyone saw her this way. She was deadly calm, but the fire was roaring in her eyes, “I did not replace you.”

“That’s right, you were too busy whoring yourself around Gotham to even think about me.”

“That is not fair and you know it. I mourned you. We all mourned your arrogant ass. I never stopped missing you.”

“I saw the articles, Y/N! Don’t pretend you were mourning me. You were too busy whoring yourself around Gotham.”

Her mind went back to three years ago. Jason had died in an explosion set up by the Joker. She was sixteen and her best friend had died, and she hadn’t handled it well. What started as a way to get out of the house with friends, had led to this wild, secret life. Y/N had snuck out at night and used Bruce’s name to get into clubs. She drank anything she could get her hands on and had gone home with multiple men, trying to forget her pain. Once, Bruce had found out, her world had imploded. He sent her away and finally got her the help she should have received when her parents had passed. The only reason Y/N had moved back to the manor was that Jason had been found. She couldn’t believe that he was trying to use her moments of weakness against her, “How dare you throw that back on me. I was just trying to numb the pain. It wasn’t like I was celebrating the fact that you were gone.”

“Yeah, it really looked like you missed me.”

“God Dammit, Jay!” she stamped her foot, knowing it was childish, “If you would just listen to me!”

“Oh fuck off, Y/N! If I had known I was ever going to be stuck with you and your nagging, I wouldn’t have come back.”

“I wish you hadn’t!” The minute the words left Y/N’s mouth, she gasped and slapped her hands over her mouth. Jason’s emotionless mask slammed into place, and suddenly he was as blank as the day Bruce had found him. He turned to walk out and Y/N chased after him, “Jay, wait! I’m sorry!” He jumped onto his motorcycle and was out the door before she could stop him. She slammed her fist into the wall and cursed in frustration and pain. No one would see either of them for the rest of the day. Y/N stayed in her studio, wondering how they got to the point of shouting such hurtful things at each other.

The next day, they had both shown up for Friday night dinner, as was expected of them. Neither spoke, and the tension was too thick to be cut with a knife. Y/N had tried to pull him aside and apologize after dinner, but he had shot her with a cutting glare and stalked away. The other could tell that something had happened, but no one had the details. Tim wandered into the library after patrol that night, to find her in a chair tucked into the corner. “What are you doing here (Y/N/N)? Isn’t it a movie night with Todd?” He noted the tear tracks down her face but knew she hated showing weakness, so he said nothing about them.

“I wasn’t feeling up to it, so I canceled. I think I’ll head to bed now. Night, Timmy.” Y/N went to her room and cried herself to sleep, the guilt overwhelming her as she played the argument over in her head. If only she had just taken a break, maybe the whole situation could have been avoided. She woke up multiple times in the night, crying out Jason’s name after seeing him and the Joker over and over again. Finally, around 3 in the morning, she gave up on sleep and went to the kitchen to pour herself coffee. She decided to keep busy and started making breakfast for the family.

Alfred was the first to appear in the morning, as usual. Y/N tried to pretend that everything was normal, but nothing could be hidden from the family’s butler. He noted the dark circles under her eyes and the tremors in her hands from over-caffeination. The boys slowly started to emerge, and Alfred started to bring out all the food she had made. She made two plates out of habit and headed for the dining room. Y/N started to hand Jason his breakfast as she had every morning for a year, but suddenly she remembered and pulled her hand away. Jason didn’t even bother to look at her, and her heart clenched. She placed the plate on the table and walked back into the kitchen. “Sorry, Alfred, I’m not hungry. I think I’ll go paint.” She placed the plate she had made for herself on the counter and left.

Y/N’s studio had been a safe space since she had first moved into the manor. She had hidden away when she first arrived at Wayne Manor, unused to such an active family. Bruce had called workers to the manor and redid the room when she had told him she liked art. Now, after years of work, canvasses filled the room on all sides. Some paintings, others photos, she had accumulated in the three years. They hung on the walls and were laid across the floor. She flooded the room with Swan Lake, her sad music, and started to mix her colors. The music she played had become an easy way for the others to discern her moods since she hadn’t spoken to anyone except Fallon, Bruce’s wife, when she first came. Bruce and Dick had installed a speaker system in her studio to drown out the noise when she was overwhelmed, and everyone in the Manor could hear it if she turned it on loud enough. When the first notes hit their ears, all eyes in the dining room turned to Jason. He refused to look up and make eye contact, instead, he stared at the breakfast that had been abandoned on the table. Once everyone had averted their gaze, he pushed away from the table and disappeared.

This led to one of the most uncomfortable weeks in the Manor ever. Y/N barely left her studio and no one saw Jason for three days before he returned. When he did, he started to act as if nothing had happened. The music had eventually stopped playing altogether, so they had no idea what kind of mood she was in. Finally, Damian was the one to gather everyone else together, “Y/N/N has not come out of her studio in a week. Since Buckethead has just decided to pretend nothing has happened. We need to fix this.”

Bruce spoke up first, “Jason and Y/N are both adults. They are both being immature, and it will eventually work itself out.

“How can we fix this when we don’t even know what happened?” Tim looked up from his laptop, “I’ve been checking in on Y/N on the cameras. All she does is paint, and the most she’s slept in days is when she falls asleep accidentally. That never lasts long, and she cries. A lot.”

“Why did Fallon have to leave! We need to fix this, or the family vacation is going to be the worst!” Dick collapsed on the couch. Fallon had finally convinced Bruce that the family needed a vacation, but two weeks before they were supposed to leave, her sister had had a baby. She decided to go help her out and just meet them at the resort. They now had a week left, and it was not looking good. No one wanted to bother their mother since she very rarely took time for herself and was enjoying time with her family. They decided Alfred would be the one to try and convince Y/N to leave the studio at least and eat something.

He appeared in the doorway and watched silently as Y/N worked on a large canvas. He walked over and saw that it was a portrait of the family. “This is beautiful, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Thank you, Alfred,” her voice was hoarse from disuse.

“What is the plan for this one?” Alfred sat down next to her on the floor.

“Everyone hates photos, but Fallon wanted a family portrait for the sitting room. Since no one can sit still long enough I decided to paint one and give it to her for her birthday,” she slowly sucked in a breath, “Plus they only have the old one, and J--some people-- are missing from it.” Tears started to well up again in her eyes. Alfred wrapped an arm around Y/N and just sat with her for a moment.

“I’ve kicked the boys out of the kitchen. Do you think you could come down and eat something? For me?” She only nodded and they both stood. Y/N sat on a stool and silently ate the soup Alfred had laid out for her. She barely tasted anything, and she was starting to feel dizzy. Her vision started to blur, and the next thing she knew, she was waking up on the floor and had five heads floating above her.

“Hi, guys. Thought the floor looked lonely.” She tried to sit up but was cut off.

“That is it,” Bruce spoke firmly, “You are going to bed, and you are sleeping. I thought you were mature enough to deal with this but I see I was wrong.” He picked Y/N up and noticed she had lost weight. He carried her up the stairs and before he had reached her bedroom, she was already asleep again. Bruce turned to the boys. “At least one of you is staying in here with her and making sure she sleeps.”

Tim volunteered for the first shift and settled into her desk with his laptop. Y/N had barely been asleep an hour before she woke up from a nightmare of Jason dying. She shot up and shouted out his name, before bursting into tears. Tim -- being the awkward person he is -- was ill-prepared to deal with the crying Y/N. The only solution he could think of was to climb into bed with her and pull up a movie. She slowly fell asleep again and clung to Tim like a starfish. When Dick came to relieve Tim and saw that he was unable to leave, he climbed into bed with the duo. Anytime Y/N would start to become distressed, they would calm her down. Eventually, Damian and Titus joined the cuddle pile, the former somewhat reluctantly, grumbling about how he was only doing this for Y/N. Little did the Bat-Family know, Alfred had called Fallon and told her about the situation and she had rushed home.

[kouomi]

Golden Touches

Summary: Everyone is born with marks that turn gold when your soulmate touches you. How could meeting someone for the first time turn into meeting your soulmate? (F!Reader x Tsukishima Kei)

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1,558

A/N: sorry for getting this out late! I don’t think this is my best work as it’s the first thing I ever wrote for Haikyuu but here it is!

My Masterlist

Posted: March 26 2020, 6:15 PM EST

(Pic that inspired this)

Everyone was painted with colors. Each individual was their own canvas that had splotches of paint splattered across their skin that almost looked random had you not known what they meant. That’s how your parents explained it to you, at least. When you’re born your marks are black which are how most people’s are, but when a specific person touches them they turn gold; this specific person being your soulmate. The marks were where the hands of your soulmate would touch you for the first time. The most common mark people had was small streaks on their hands or arms where their soulmates hand would graze their skin temporarily, some had their palm painted black along with the shadow of fingers on the back of their hand, and some even had a hand print or knuckles painted on their cheek where they’d inevitably be hit. Everyone’s was unique to them, and they each held their own future story.

You stated at your marks everyday, always wondering if today would be the day they’d go from black splotches to lovely sparkles. Your marks were much less generic than most, a large handprint angled with the tips of the fingers towards your shoulder splayed across the front corner of the base of your neck, your collarbone, and the top of your chest. It was rather unusual and the way it was positioned made it seem like they’d be behind you which confused you even more. You were happy to have a unique mark as it made the moment you’d meet them feel more special, but it constantly left you wondering about the conditions of when you’d meet, what situation you’d be in where that would be the first place someone would touch you.

It was a rather warm day as it was nearing summer so you’d left the top buttons of your uniform unbuttoned and let your jacket slip off of your shoulders and hang loosely around your elbows. Your eyes lazily skimmed over the crowds of your classmates, jealously spiking in you every time you saw someone with gold splashed across their skin instead of black. Very few people met their soulmates in high school and you envied those that were so lucky as to do so.

“Y/n!” You look up and find Yachi waving a hand in front of your face. “Can you come with me to the volleyball practice after school?”

“Hm? Why?”

“So we can work on the project after school,” She reminded you and you inwardly cringe at the mention of it, “We still have to finish it before tomorrow.”

“Sure, I’ll be there.” You answer, watching as a wide smile crosses the blondes face.

“Great, see you there!” She waves before heading down the stairs and getting lost in the crowd.

A heavy sigh leaves you as you pull out your phone and put in your earbuds, clicking on your playlist and letting the noise of your favorite song fill your ears. You did your best to ignore the stares of others as you made your way to the cafeteria, though you always knew they were there. You’d gotten used to being stared at by people who were examining your soulmate mark but it never made it any less annoying. You’d had some of these “admirers” come up from behind you and not so graciously lay their hand on your chest trying to match up to your mark, always landing a slap to the face after they did so. You didn’t know how many times you’d had to tell them off that it couldn’t be justified just by what they claimed was curiosity but it never changed anything.

“Hey Y/n, what’s up?” Hinata asks with a small wave.

“Hi Hinata, Kageyama.” You greet, slowing your pace for a moment so they can catch up to you. “I’m gonna be at your practice today.”

“Why?”

“Yachi and I have a project,” You reply “what, do you not want me there or something?”

“What? No!” Kageyama exclaims making you and Hinata laugh.

“Calm down I was joking.”

The three of you continue to poke fun at each other all the way to the cafeteria, especially you and Hinata making Kageyama mad as it was easy to do so with the quick tempered setter.

“Do you two ever stop fighting?” Another voice says as they approach your table. You turn around and find two boys, one a very tall blond with glasses and an annoyed look on his face and the other a more timid looking boy with green hair and freckles.

“Who’s that?” You ask your friends as the new boys sit down.

“This is Tsukishima and Yamaguchi.” Hinata says, “They’re on the volleyball team.”

“Hi!” Yamaguchi greets with a welcoming smile, “nice to meet you.”

“You too.” You reply with similar smile.

The other boy, Tsukishima, doesn’t say anything, only glances at you before looking back at his food. He seems like to be the quiet type, his silent judging stare would probably warn off anyone else but you found it amusing. Your eyes scanned them for their soulmate marks, finding them after a few moments. Yamaguchis was mostly covered by the sleeve of his shirt but you could slightly make out the edge of a black mark around his wrist and on the back of Tsukishimas hand you could see a smaller black hand print, the mark going around the side of his hand so the thumb was on his palm.

“Do you make a habit of staring?” The blonde asks, making you look up from his hand as he pulls it away, hiding it out of sight under the table.

“Curiosity’s natural.” You shrug in response, smirking when his expression flashes to shock before he covers it with slight disgust. He clicks his tongue, his eyes temporarily flashing down to look at your mark before he looks back to his food.

After lunch your evening classes dragged by, none of your teachers words sticking to your brain as you watched the clocks hands slowly tick by. Finally after what felt like hours the last bell rang and let you out of your final class, filing into the stream of students exiting the school. As everyone else left you stopped at your locker, leaving your books inside before heading towards the gym where volleyball practice was held. You stared down at your phone as you walked so you couldn’t see anything else around you, the world around you practically lost to your senses.

“Watch out!” A voice yells, forcing you to look up and see a volleyball flying towards you.

You freeze up as the ball cuts through the air, your feet planted in the ground though you knew you should move out of the path of the object. You’re suddenly yanked to the side by someone who was behind you, your phone being knocked out of your hand and to the ground by the sudden movement. Their hand was firm on the front of your body as their arm was crossing your body having pulled you into themselves just as the ball slams into where you were standing seconds before. Your hand flies up to grip theirs, your heart pounding at the close encounter.

The person behind you quickly retracts their arm making you turn around, surprise taking on your expression as you see who’d saved you.

“How could you be so stupid as to not move out of the way of the ball flying at your face?” Tsukishima asks with a scoff, leaning down to pick up your phone. You were about to snap back at him, a rebuttal on the tip of your tongue though it’s quickly lost when you see the once black hand that was on his had turned gold.

“Are you just gonna stare at me again?” He scoffs as he reaches out to hand you your phone, his eyes widening when he sees a flash of gold on your chest.

Almost simultaneously you look down at yourself and he looks at his hand before you look back at each other’s marks and finally at each other.

“No fucking way.” You whisper to yourself, seeing the shocked look in his eyes.

It’s dead silent between the two of you for what feels like a lifetime, his hand still holding out your phone as you both try to figure out something to say. How could he be your soulmate when you’d only met this morning? Had the universe somehow made a mistake?

Tsukishimas eyes bare into your from behind his glasses as for once he finds himself at a loss for words, trying to piece together how this was his soulmate. He doesn’t know you. There was nothing forcing him to talk to you or start a relationship solely based off of the marks. Yet,

Yet there was something pulling you towards him. Something in you was drawing closer to him, taking your hand and dragging you along. There was some part of him that had sparked something in you, and whether it was just the surprise of your soulmate marks or it was a genuine feeling, you found yourself giving into it, a smile crossing your face.

“Tsukishima, right?”

“Uh, yeah.” He responds, still processing what had happened, “You’re the weirdo duos friend.”

“It’s Y/n. We’re...”

“Soulmates.”

You both smile.

“Soulmates.”