#When I first drew her I thought ''damn this reminds me of something but I can't remember what'' and then I saw Eyala again and went ''OHH!'

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points at you is Prismata perhaps inspired by wandersong design wise

Yeas 😊

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Uh-oh... I'm falling in love~

Synopsis: Kakashi though he had everything under control, especially his feelings. But one ninja from Village hidden in mist was enough to change that. Oh how wrong he was...

Pairing: Kakashi x Reader (but in Kakashi's pov 🙂‍↕️)

Content: fem! reader, slow burn, strangers to "something" to lovers, light smut, mention of depression, lot's of thoughts, lot's of confusion.

Word count: 8.3k (😬)

A/N: Kakashi's character is so complex and hot and hard to write and hot and tragic but hot, so yeah, love him so much *.*

pervert.

When the saleswoman at his favorite bookstore gave him a raised eyebrow, all Kakashi could do was smile while scratching the back of his head in a manner that reeked of humor.

"I understand why you wanted to read Make-out Paradise… but now even the other two books?"

"What can I say, it really drew me in."

"And.. you say you've read it..."

"Yes, I've read it three times already, I think it's time to find out what happens in the sequel, don't you think? Hahaha" he let his body wiggle a little, and his free eye rolled up into a smile.

"Pervert," the girl muttered as she slid off the counter and went to get more books.

The ninja tiredly scanned the other books on display on the counter. The well-known novel "Life of a shinobi: Honor or Death" caught his eye. With a soft sigh, he picked up the book, turned it upside down, and began to stare at the wall clock that didn't actually work.

He would never admit it out loud, but reading an erotic novel, in which the most exciting thing is actually the various lovemaking positions, had become his new favorite way to distract himself. The distraction from the dead bodies he was cleaning after massacre several months prior; from the feeling of total guilt of allowing Itachi, the boy with soft eyes and always a calm expression on his face Itachi, to go and slaughter everyone in his clan; from death of his friends..

Not to speak of it, he realized that nothing calmed him as much as re-reading the same book with the light and warm plot. The fact that he could relive what he knew would end well gave him a sense of comfort that he hadn't experienced in a long time. Life was bearable again. Just a bit. Just a little bit more, he didn't want to kill himself.

"Your books,"  mumbled the saleswoman into her chin, still clearly under the impression, as she quickly took the money from him "enjoy the rest of your day."

"Thank you. Be sure that I will. Ha! I mean... not in that way..." the now blushing girl looked at him as if he had gone completely mad. He felt his own cheeks slowly warming up "well, anyway... I'm going now. You! You have a nice day... really nice day..."

His smiling aura slid at a moment as he left the shop. He put the third part of “Make-Out” in his shoulder bag, while opening the second one as he walked slowly in an unknown direction. What is he gonna do now? Maybe he should go to get some ramen? But he failed to keep Obito's promise, he couldn't save Rin from death, his father wasn't there to see how much he had progressed. Perhaps he could go back to that cursed rock again. Yeah, that seems like better idea.

"Kakashi!!!" he heard Gai shouting for him from a distance "my eternal rival!!!! Come! Let’s see who can drink more sake before nightfall!!"

But he just continued walking, looking at the first page of the book. He reminded himself that if he does not get involved no one would die because of him. If he doesn't intervene, it wouldn't hurt as much if someone from them died. If he doesn't get involved, perhaps those damn stubborn people would finally realize how truly awful person he is.

When he reached the next corner between streets, he was about to run the rest of the way, but a melodic voice froze him in his tracks.

"Are ninjas in this silly village not taught manners?" He turned and saw a girl leaning against one of the buildings at the corner. How, in the hell, hadn't he noticed her presence before? He decided to let his visible eye wander into a something that seemed like smile.

"I really don’t know what you’re talking about…"

"Pfft" the girl continued to lean her head against the wall, staring at Kakashi with a smirk on her face; her relaxed body language contradicted the words she spoke to him, as if she wasn't intimidated in the slightest "The famous copy ninja Kakashi Hatake, known to all bounty hunters, his name written in more bingo books than can be counted... Yet, you appear to be even more of a creep than the old man who wrote that perversion you're reading"

Kakashi felt strange at her words, gripping his kunai knife tightly in the pocket of his pants. Was she an enemy? He quickly surveyed the area suspiciously as he seemed to be merely searching for a more comfortable way to stand. Hidden Mist Village headband... what the hell?

"Well.." now he was looking cautiously in the direction of the girl "you talk about manners, and you didn't introduced yourself... very hypocritical, don't you think?"

"Hmmm" the girl smiled again, and then pulled out a scroll from her pocket that opened in front of Kakashi "I have permission. And besides, I'm done with my work for now, so I’ll be leaving today. I was just wondering if you really are as cold hearted as everyone says..."

"And?" he looked away from the scroll, returning his gaze to the book that he still held open in his left hand "are they right?"

"I can only say that I'm disappointed" he felt the girl shrug her shoulders "well, see you next time, pervert."

He just hummed. Before he turned and continued walking towards that cursed, stupid rock, he heard the voice again.

"Oh, and did you hear," he looked and she was smiling very widely; something hot filled his stomach "that now the 4th part is being written? I mean, the creepy old man... you already know who I'm talking about."

She winked and disappeared from his sight as silently as she had come. As he continued to observe the now empty space where she had been a second ago, he felt feverishly lucky that he had not learned the girl's name. And if something happened to her, her name would not appear before his eyes in his nightmares.

mercy.

It was the 4th day of the chunin exams and Kakashi couldn't sit and wait any longer. The link with the birds that were relaying information about the happenings had been cut since Orochimaru had magically appeared, then disappeared. He felt nervous. He felt nervous and noticed that it came out in the way he peeled an orange, in the way he would grip the doorknob when he left the room to get some air, and in the way his leg bounced every now and then.

Perhaps he shouldn't have been so harsh with Iruka a few days earlier, saying that his students were now warriors. But he knew that if he had shown even a fraction of the insecurity he felt, his decision would not have carried the authority that now have. So because he wanted his ego to remain intact he left the company of the other jonin, who would probably feel his nervousness at any moment, then climbed onto the roof of the Hokage building and let the sun caress him.

They have the best chance to survive in the shinobi world if they ruthlessly face every obstacle. They have the best chance to survive in the shinobi world if they ruthlessly face every obstacle. I did not send them to their deaths. I did not send them to their deaths. Kakashi repeated those sentences to himself more than he would like to admit.

With big sigh he opened the 3rd book of Make-Out and stared blankly at the pages.

"Hahahaha, wait, wait, you're still reading that nonsense? How long has it been? 4 years?"

His smile curved beyond his will, though she didn't see it because of his mask. He didn't hear her when she got closer to him, like few years prior. How wonderful...

"And who are you?" he looked at her now with his head tilted to the side.

"Oh, that hurts, you know" said the girl with a sneer in her voice, sliding next to him "I know I'm not that *ultra famous* like you are, but we've already met. Plus even I have a target on my head now. These criminals' bingo books, blah blah" and Kakashi was aware of that. When he was in the Land of Waves on a mission with his team, about a month ago, he took Zabuza's bingo book with him. As he flipped through the pages he saw a familiar face, although for a moment he was slightly unsure if it was the girl he met a few years ago. The scar on her cheek was new...

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Name: y/n

Rank: unknown, approach with caution

Village of Origin: A Hidden Mist village, Land of Water

Known Techniques: water manipulation, blood manipulation

Orders: wanted dead or alive

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"Ah, many new faces lately..." he cooed while watching over village in those quiet moments. How the hell she keep finding him when he is alone? And he didn’t have much alone time since becoming leader od Team 7.

"By the way, your kids are holding up well there, as far as I could see" - now he looked at her "if I hadn't seen other things in my life, I would say that they are very young. But we both know it could have been worse. They'll finish the obstacle... they had that crazy determined look in their eyes about half a day ago."

"Search birds are not working for 3 days now."

"Ah well, we "watermen" don't use birds for surveillance. That's what you should have learned at your sweet little academy."

"The fact that you're not on the organizing team for this exams and yet have your own means of monitoring shouldn't surprise me?" Kakashi knew more than he asked. The ninja of the Village Hidden in the Mist were not at all interested in the official ninja ranking that the other villages held so dearly. They were ruthless warriors, deadly as soon as they left the academy, probably even then at chunin level. Now this is simply gathering information… he was aware of that from the moment the first registration from that village for the chunin exams in the last 7 years came. Only Kakashi wanted to know why…

"You know" the girl now closed her eyes and laid so still for a few minutes that the copy ninja thought she fell asleep "even though the rest of the ninjas in my village are furious because of what happened to Zabuza, I'm very grateful to you. I mean, I really wasn't the least bit touched by anything that happened to that... that.. him. But the way you treated Haku's body…"

Kakashi felt his stomach acid rising in his throat. Haku... another mistake of his. Another victim of chidori that shouldn't have been. Haku had a soul as pure as snow, Haku should have escaped... Haku shouldn't have ended up like Rin.

"In any case" now she opened her eyes, slightly teary, keeping Kakashi rooted in place "you showed mercy that our village has not experienced in a long time. Thank you for that. Especially since it was a boy who was kind."

Kakashi let out a soft breath although to his ears it was almost as loud as a scream. No one had ever seen him that way. No one had ever called him merciful... He felt dizzy... what the hell was this woman doing to him...

"Didn't you say last time that you made sure I'm cold-blooded like everyone says?"

"I think I actually said that I was disappointed. And by disappointed, I meant that I was expecting someone with a dirty aura, and I got something completely opposite."

Kakashi hummed, now loking at the village. But still feeling her eyes on him.

"And didn't you say you don't remember me?"

"Huh. Tushe."

stupid distraction.

Ever since he saw y/n at the time of chunin exams, Kakashi actually, even 6 months later, hasn't stopped seeing her. It turns out that y/n has actually been in high demand in the Lands of Water since last January, with a huge bounty on her head. Words circulated that with her blood manipulation, she forced the Mizukage's own brother to cut himself bit by bit with his blade until he died by his own hand in a pool of blood. Rumor has it that she left a letter written in his blood which said that his death was compensation for the rape of the girls from the Village Hidden in the Mist, one of whom is her cousin. Since blood revenge is completely justified in the villages of more southern longitude, the Mizukage made all the criminals of those villages duty to kill y/n on the spot or bring her alive. That's why she is in all bingo books.

He hadn't heard much about on whose permission she was in Konoha before, but when Tsunade came back and became Hokage she gave y/n asylum and declared her an auxiliary force. It turns out that during the chunin exams, she helped the village a lot in monitoring the enemy even though she didn't have to and therefore Tsunade befriended her very quickly.

What Kakashi really couldn't understand at the begining was how everyone got close to her so quickly. He found himself pretty often following y/n as she moved around Konoha, looking for anything that would make his suspicion justified. He watched when she stops by the market for fresh fruits and veggies, or talks to Kurenai in the street with a big smile, or when she practices her water control by the stream next to half a kilometer from the memorial stone. He wished he could just stand next to her and feel the warmth radiating from her up close again as she squirmed when she talked.

Which was out of the question now, sure, because she didn't want to talk to him anymore. But it certainly didn't stop him from being attracted to her warmth. Of course, it wasn't like that for the whole 6 months, it even seemed to him that she enjoyed being in his company for the first month. She kept popping up, each time making no sound as usual and going on and on about how Naruto had gotten stronger, how Kakashi needed to be more gentle with Sasuke, how maybe it was better for Sakura to learn 1 on 1 new techniques to help her reach personal, not someone else's potential. She told him how in her village she liked to go to the banks of the harbor early in the morning and look for children who were fishing by themselves and to use her "magic" to pull out a few fish. They would laugh and call y/n princess of the sea. With a very serious expression on her face she listed endless crazy reasons why Kakashi could wear a mask and swore in front of everyone present (even though they were actually alone) that one day she would find out what his face looked like. And when she talked she was beautiful.. actually, she was always beautiful. He mostly listened in silence, allowing the warm feeling in his chest to grow little by little with each of their conversations. He realized that he began to take the path to the memorial stone more often where there was a better chance of her jumping out. Once, she even came along with him as far as the stone itself, bowed and stood quietly for a while before whispering "at least you have a place to mourn your loved ones."

 However, that huddled routine that Kakashi looked forward to more than he'd like to admit stopped 10 days after Sasuke disappeared, and he ran into her for the first time after the failed mission. "You shouldn't blame yourself, you did everything you could" she was silent for a few minutes "I don't think you really could have stopped him.. you said yourself that Sasuke was stubborn. If you managed to bring him home, the question is whether he would still want to be a part of the team...". When Kakashi was still silent and tried to turn and leave she spoke again "When I lost my cousin I couldn't sleep for days, I blamed myself and wanted to die. But I realized that what was happening to us was inevitable, if she had survived then maybe the Mizukage would have sent his guards and...” “You trying to cover your guilt with failed excuses shows what person you are like.. I will not live in such a miserable field” when the anger came out of him with that sentence Kakashi realized how wrong he was and tried to speak again, but a cold "I got it, go bathe in guilt if that's what you want" cut him off with eyes that glared at him. Y/n left after that and didn't speak to him again to this day.

So he was left to watch her from a distance. In moments when he felt lonely he blamed her. He often let his frustration get the better of him and then tried to talk to others about his doubts and pin his ugly feelings on y/n. Unfortunately for him, everyone loved her, starting with Gai who was finally getting a talkback about the flower of youth and someone with whom his passionate level would be similar.Kurenai finally felt close to a female ninja and laughter could always be heard from Tsunade's office when she was in. Genma showed a closeness to her like he hadn't with anyone in a long time... Kurenai even mentioned that they went on a date after some difficult mission. Which is perfectly fine and didn't leave Kakashi choking on a feeling he hadn't felt before at all. Hot again, but not in a nice way, it even felt a little like anger. And now he was standing in the Hokage's office wondering how a ninja with chakra that was impaled on a water core could cause so much fire.

"Well Kakashi, it's time for another S-rank mission" Tsunade smiled at him, holding sake in her left hand. It was already dusk and her paperwork work was due in about an hour, so her advisors weren't in the room "I hope you had enough time to rest."

"And if I said I didn't, it wouldn't change the situation much" he wasn't looking anywhere in particular while keeping his hands in his pockets. He was on the last mission for a full 3 weeks. Of course he was chakra exhausted. Of course he felt tired. Of course he wanted to do nothing but sleep, read Make-out, and visit the memorial stone. And check out what y/n is doing…

"You know yourself that the level of missions has increased since the death of the 3rd Hokage and the destruction of the village. All our enemies strike us now because they're hoping to catch us in weakness. Unfortunately we don't have enough jonin to cover the steady increase in S rank missions...so there is no time for long breaks. This one is especially hard, so you'll get an escort."

"Ah, escort..." now he was looking at the ceiling, how interesting tiles... "didn't you say that sending couple jonin rank ninjas on a mission is a waste of resources? That it should be done only in exceptional cases? Or you've actually started caring about me? In that case my heart is about to break…"

"This is an exceptional case, Kakashi" Tsunade got up from the chair and sat on the table directly observing Kakashi "the fact is that many jonin go on missions with their genin and chunin and they consider it a kind of vacation, because all those missions are B rank at worst. However, that privilege has been taken away from you since Sasuke escaped and Naruto went to train who knows where with Jiraiya" when she noticed that Kakashi would not respond to her remark she sighed deeply and continued "since this mission involves going into enemy territory you will take escort."

"Enemy territory?"

"Land of Waves to be precise. Y/n was already notified this morning that she has been assigned an S rank mission and will need to be your guide and support."

"Y/n?!" Kakashi felt his anger spreading through his body, so he tried with all his might, fists clenched in his pockets, to calm his breathing; he spoke very slowly and quietly "y/n has a huge bounty on her head in those villages. Or did you miss that? They will kill her as soon as she gets close."

"The scroll that was stolen is very important to Konoha, Kakashi " she held the tip of the nose with her eyes closed "y/n knows the risk and she accepted it. It was her duty at the end of the day" as she looked at him determinedly "as it was yours to take orders from the Hokage. You have a mission to complete, and for efficiency you'll bring a guide with you, who, if I must remind you, is also a jonin who does S-rank missions. You will take care of each other."

"You can't send her with me" he couldn't stop his legs from getting a little closer to her "you can't send her there, it will only be a big distraction."

"The decision has been made" she handed him the scroll looking at him resolutely "the deadline for the mission is 1 week. If you do not return by then, help will be sent to you. All the details are in the scroll, I expect a successful report when you return. That's it, you can go."

"But, Lady Tsunade –"

"That's it Kakashi" a small crack was heard from the wood of the table that cracked under Tsunade's pressure "you can go."

Damn it he thought.

i’m so sorry.

"Of course you're late" y/n looked at Kakashi leaning against the wall of village gate, her bag on the floor between her legs.

"You won't believe what an infestation of angry geese was in front of my house" he smiled at her, scratching the back of his head.

"Yes, yes. Move then..." she just walked away leaving him standing there for a few moments staring at her. He wondered if she knew where he was going before every mission. He wondered if she could see through his acting with that haunting gaze.

-

After few hours passed, in not so pleasant but endurable silence, air was getting colder. Kakashi felt his fingers slowly tingle, frantically trying to warm them in his pockets.

"Fuck.." muttered next to him y/n holding a finger in the air that was covered in water and her chakra "fuck, fuck."

"What's wrong?" he asked quietly, observing their surroundings. They were around 25 kilometers away from Konoha for a pretty short time because they were running most of the way wanting to reach the border of Land of Water by evening. It's only about an hour to the small town. They were currently in an open area and Kakashi desperately wanted to get out of the way as soon as possible.

"Once every few years Land of Water gets a period of so-called „false winter“"y/n blurted out through her teeth, keeping her gaze still on the water that was wrapped around her finger "you see? There is a thin layer of hoarfrost gathering on the surface. It's not cold enough to freeze, but maybe, in 2 days, it will be enough."

"And what do those winters look like? Should we expect snow?"

"Probably not. The problem with this winters is that they are very cold and wet. On the other hand they never last more than a week. But people freeze to death because winters come so suddenly, so we have to be very careful. And of course, to return home as soon as possible."

"Clearly..." Kakashi spoke in a moment, swearing at his fate. This mission probably couldn't get any worse.

He watched y/n wipe hands on her pants, and warming the hand she had attached the water to by slowly blowing into it. He couldn't resist the urge and slowly put his hand on her shoulder. She looked at him with a look that almost brought him to his knees. Honest, clean, which allows the color of her eyes to completely come to the fore.

"Don't worry" he said quietly, now in some incomprehensible fear of not scaring her further, and with a huge desire to slowly dance his fingers on her face... to get rid of every concern "we will finish this mission successfully. Everything will be alright."

"Mhm" the girl in front of him uttered a falsely cheerful voice "and even if something happens, you won't have to swim in pool of pathetic excuses so I'm not even worried about you" she slipped out of his touch with the speed of an eye blink "it's time to go and find a room if we don't want to sleep in the cold."

"Y/n..." he tried

"Come on" she interrupted him already ready for a new round of running "don't lose sight of me."

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When they arrived at the room they had barely rented as it was the last one in a shack at the very end of a famous town, within reach of a Village Hidden in Mist, Kakashi thanked every exalted being that existed for the 2 large separte beds in their room. As he made the beds, placed the maps on the floor of the room, took the food out of his bag, he listened to the sound of the shower coming out of the bathroom and suddenly he felt terribly hot. Although he had never been intimate with a woman... or anyone really, out of constant fear of getting hitched and that person dying, Kakashi actually often felt very lustful. It had appeared in flashbacks before, when he saw a pretty girl at one of his missions, when he passed a public women's bath, when he was reading his books... however he had never wanted something or someone so much that it made him act on that lust. The present moment, on the other hand, was driving him completely insane. Yes, he thought y/n was very very beautiful and her strong character was surprisingly attractive. He thought her smile was as sweet as honey and there was nothing warmer than her beautiful disposition. And yes, sure, one time when they happened to be together in a bar with mutual friends, not talking to each other of course, he got surprisingly turned on by one look at her bare legs. Although now he thought that that arousal could not even be considered arousal because what he was feeling right now was 10 times stronger. When he realized that if he continued like this he would either go crazy, or unwillingly go and do something.. with her, or cum within a full minute Kakashi went into deep concentration considering the mission.

After a few minutes y/n came out in a plain t-shirt and shorts, no bandages on her arms and legs so now he could see a lot of small cuts on the lenght of her arms. He felt that she could see that he was looking at her and he just kept his eyes on her waiting for her to speak.

"We have very hard endurance training as kids" y/n muttered noticing Kakashi is staring at her "they're not as gentle with us at the academy as they are with you. Especially if you are female."

"I understand" he looked at her with full attention "it must have been difficult for you."

"Of course it was" she threw herself on the bed with a sigh, letting her wet hair fall on the pillow "although we don't talk much about it. What happened happened."

"Does it bother you that I saw?" he left the question floating in the air. Her thighs were dripping with water that she hadn't wiped off. He wondered what it would feel like to run his lips over them.

"No" she fell silent a little and looked him directly in the eye "even though I don't agree with you about some things, I believe you. I've seen how you treat others. You always put someone else's life before your own and I really appreciate that. So the result is that I'm not ashamed of who I am right now. At least not in front of you."

Kakashi's legs walked on their own towards the bed where y/n lay. He wanted to comfort her, he wanted to kiss every cut on her body, he wanted to show her that she can show her vulnerable side. When she saw him coming towards her y/n sat down in a meditation pose leaving room for the ninja to sit on the other end of the bed which he did. When some time had passed Kakashi removed the headband from his other eye and looked at her with both eyes open. He noticed how the girl in front of him was trying like hell not to stare at his sharingan now, her eyes darting left and right as she paid attention to both eyes.

"I'm so sorry" mumbled Kakashi "I'm so fucking sorry for what I said the last time we spoked. If I could, I would do everything differently."

She watched him quietly. Then uncertainly reached out a shaky hand and touched his scar just below his eye which made Kakashi wince. What the hell was he thinking?! If she wanted to, she could have dug out his eye and taken it to the enemy!

"Sleep. Tomorrow is a tough one" he spoke harshly when, without looking at her again, he stood up and went to take a shower. Then hating himself, he entered the room again and saw her pretending to sleep with slightly red eyes from crying.

regrets.

The next day, they were already passing few small communites, moving through the Land of Waves. They only had a few more hours of walking left before they entered the Village Hidden in the Mist, and darkness was already slowly falling. Both of them had bought long coats on their way out of the city, so that the cold, which was slowly but surely getting into their bones, could be endured. However, Kakashi was feverishly aware of one thing – this all seemed too easy. They hadn't encountered a single ninja so far, there was no sign of anyone noticing who y/n was and the road was passable without control.

"Probably because of the cold " y/n mumbled trying to gather the cold mist into droplets on her palm when Kakashi shared his worries with her "I told you people doesn't handle it well enough in these parts."

"Hmm" he watched as the mist and chakra slowly danced and merged at the tip of her palm, making water "it would certainly be good if we didn't linger here for much longer. Considering how in demand you are here and how cold it can be."

"It's good that we left most of the things in that hut" now she let the water slowly drip from her fingers "being overloaded would only slow us down. And since sleeping in any hut here is not an option because of our bountys, and sleeping outside is not because of the cold, we can only finish the mission tonight and return to the hut tomorrow night."

"Sure thing, lady" he hummed.

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It was the dead of night when they were half a kilometer from the base, which did not seem protected. Guards were probably inside because of the cold, Kakashi thought. The fog enveloped them and honestly suffocated him slightly even with the mask he always wore. When the wind blew, it would whip his face and make him shake for a moment. It was very cold. He watched as y/n looked at the white rabbit with small cut on right ear in confusion, crouching. He took out his kunai sorry little guy.

"No" she spoke quietly next to him "white rabbits are not always a distraction... don't worry."

"I hope you didn't trick me...trust me i will find out and it won't end well for you."

She glared at him, tilting her head to the side... a sarcastic smile moved to adorn her lips.

"How are you not ashamed?" she whispered, but because of the silence of the night he heard her very well "I sacrificed myself for your village in this half year than for mine my whole fucking life" she poked him in the chest with her finger "I was more polite to you than you deserve. And I would have fucking killed you in your sleep last night if I wanted to."

"You remained as fiery and hot as the last time I saw you" spoke a voice from the shadows behind them. Kakashi lifted his headband and grabbed the shuriken in his pockets. However a stiff y/n caught his attention more.

"Y/n" the copy ninja cracked "y/n what's going on?!"

"Shino..." she whispered confusedly looking into the darkness. How the hell do these swamp ninjas manage to be so damn quiet??

"What's up beautiful," out of the darkness, where y/n was looking, a tall ninja came out with the band of the village hidden in the mist hanging around his neck. His entire body except face was covered in bandages and a blade similar to Zabuza's was attached to his back… this is not good "you know I missed you."

"You tried to kill me" Kakashi watched y/n holding outstretched hand in front of her, chakra on the surface of her palm trembled slightly "I trusted you and you tried to kill me."

"Princess" a sneer was heard in his voice, he raised both hands above his head as if he wanted to show her that he did not want to hurt her "business is business, nothing personal."

"I loved you and you tried to kill me" her voice trembled as she turned her hand upwards and the ninja fell to his knees still with a smile on his face, his blue eyes sparkling in the moonlight

Kakashi tried to use the Sharingan to quickly assess the situation, but realized that there was nothing to be gained from it. The fog was too thick, the night was too dark and he didn't fucking know what to do. Should he summon Pakun? Should he kill the asshole on the spot?

"I see you still like bad boys, princess. But you yourself know that in the end you are regretted by everyone, in the end everyone sees how weak you are." Shino spoke with difficulty on his knees, a grimace on his face, probably due to blood manipulation "you still chose none other than Kakashi of sharingan. I'm impressed" he was looking at Kakashi now, a dirty smile returning to his lips "you know the redwater brothers want you dead ever since you killed Zabuza... that wasn't nice of you Kakashi."

"Ah, business is business, isn't it, nothing personal" Kakashi smiled with his eyes.

"Hah" Shino looked at y/n again "honestly, I never even loved you. What has to happen happens."

Then several things happens at once. Kakashi saw the ninja on his knees turning into water with his sharingan, and heard rustling behind them. Fucking water clone.

"Fucking shit -" Kakashi whispered furiously under his breath, quickly turning on his heels and activating chidori. A few seconds passed before he stood behind y/n shielding her back and pierced the spot where Shino's heart was with his chidori. The ninja fell from his hand, along with his blade with a dull thud. Kakashi turned to look at y/n who was looking at him with wide eyes and felt a searing pain in his chest. With a low curse he fell to his knees as he realised that he was almost cut open in half.

"No!" y/n shouted as she quickly knelt in front of him with her hands glowing with chakra "Kakashi, Kakashi, keep your eyes on mine."

Is this it? He thought as his head reeled. Although his eyes seemed to be open, he saw nothing. He only heard the soft sound of chakra vibrating somewhere nearby and shallow breats. Maybe some whimpers. But he wasn't sure.

"Kakashi! I will never talk to you again if you die now" a distant soft voice cracked "I can't lose you. I don't want to lose you."

"I l-lied" he spoke quietly, not sure if she heard him at all, but he tried anyway "you are very brave... so brave it scares me... So, of c-c-course you are not week. Of course you're not a dis-straction. Of course I don't regret going here with y-you."

"Look at me, I'm begging you."

The last atoms of power Kakashi focused on what appeared to be y/n's face. When his vision sharpened a little he saw a smile or a twitch, he wasn't quite sure, and the beautiful color of the eyes that he had come to love so much.

"You are so beautiful."

lavander.

When Kakashi woke up in a dark room that smelled of lavender he was sure he was dead. He tried to blink hard a few times and shake the sleep from his eyes before he managed to sit up. His mask was still there, though he was dressed in plain clothes and covered with a thick blanket. Although he was warm, the air in room was cold. He realized that he was in the hut where he and y/n had left their things before they went to the Land of Waves. When he turned to the right he saw lavender in a pot and a small letter. He took the letter and began to read.

By all accounts you should wake up before I’m back. I left medicinal herbs, tea and food on your table. Don't even think of touching the bandage. I managed to sew up the wound completely, but it's better that the bandage soaked with medicinal water stays until I return, just in case. Of the flowers in the local flower shop, there were only lavenders because of the winter, I hope you are not allergic. Hehe. I went to get that stupid scroll and finish the mission so I'll be back soon. Don't follow me. You lost a lot of blood and strength. Please wait. I'll be back, trust me.

P.S. I didn't peek under your mask. Pinky promise.

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Those few hours in which Kakashi drank all the tea, ate all the food and thought about the best way to go after her, felt like days. He realized with great amazement that y/n had somehow managed to heal entire wound which now only itched, not hurt. He felt very exhausted as he looked out the window at the rain falling wrapped in a blanket. It must have been terribly cold outside. How many days did he sleep? How is y/n? Is she hurt? What if they catch her and kill her? What if she's already dead? How many days has she actually been out of the hut? If she is dead he will kill everyone who is responsible. But he is responsible... He let his guard down and let that jerk almost kill him and that's why y/n is out there alone now. He won't be able to live with himself if she's dead. He was too tired. He will rest for only half an hour more and then he will leave. Towards her. Yes, that sounds like a good idea.

Knock knock.

Kakashi stood up with his heart pounding. They found him. But if they found him that means they will wait there for y/n to come back and then kill her easily. He took the kunai, opened the sharingan eye and cautiously approached the door. He wouldn’t let that happen. When he flung open the door he saw y/n with gentle eyes watching him, a scroll in one hand, a Shino’s blade in the other. She was wearing a normal ninja uniform and was soaked to the core. Y/n smiled widely at him but fatigue was very visible on her face. Her body was shaking uncontrollably from the cold.

"Oh thank heavens, you're awake" it came as sigh from her lips "I didn't want to drop any of this on the floor. Sorry if you had to get up. Everything went smoothly. Mission is complete."

He quietly helped her inside, took the things from her hands and put them on the floor. When he went to turn on the shower so that somehow hot water would warm up y/n he realized that there was no use because the water had frozen in the pipes.

"The shower doesn't work" he rasped and realized that it was probably the first thing he had said in days "change into something dry. We need to warm you up."

Kakashi then placed 2 blankets over each other on his bed and pulled y/n who was now only in a t-shirt and shorts (because that was the only thing dry) into bed with him. He hugged her tightly, limbs completely intertwined, his hands rubbing hers, trying to bring some warmth back into her body. All this with full awareness of how she was lying next to him in just shorts and a t-shirt. He fought the growing erection in his underwear, thinking about anything but the woman in his arms that he wanted more than anything else.

"I thought you were going to die" she spoke quietly against his chest, probably more to herself than to him, but he certainly heard her very clearly.

"You saved my life, Thank you" he mumbled against her hair.

Now she cocked her head hard and fast locking her eyes with his, fire in them, just the way Kakashi loved it.

"If it wasn't for you, I would be dead" she snapped angrily, holding his gaze with hers, now he kept his sharingan eye open "I just did one tolerable, but miserable thing."

"You are extraordinary. Really. I’m all heald now thanks to you. When I woke up today I felt like whole new person. Thank you" he lightly touched her cheek with his hand "And I don't know if that went through your crazy little head, but the last thing I want is to let people I care about die while I'm just watching from the sidelines. That very much includes you."

As if momentarily embarrassed, she looked away from him and brought her head back to rest on his chest. She breathed deeply.

When he noticed that the normal temperature was slowly returning to her body and the shivers stopped being so strong Kakashi let out a soft laugh.

"I don’t believe a thing you say,"

"What?" y/n cocked her head again looking into Kakashi's one open eye with a confused expression. That made him grin even wider.

"I don't believe you didn't look under the mask."

The girl in his arms scoffed looking at him with mocking eyes "My curiosity is big, but not so much that I want to play dirty. If i really wanted to see what's underneath I'd make you show me yourself."

"And?" Kakashi felt his breath slowly run out of anticipation "do you want to see it that badly?"

She looked at his mask silently then studied his open eye.

"You want to show me?" she asked quietly, and he just continued to watch her, with an unknown glow. She slowly removed both hands from the blanket and ran her fingers to the top of his mask. Her hands were shaking slightly and Kakashi realized with something, ah here it is again, very warm in his stomach that she wasn't shaking from the cold this time. Y/n slowly removed the mask from his face as he watched her carefully. When the whole cloth was finally removed, she sighed deeply. A soft smile graced her lips.

"Ah, what a disappointment" her gaze circled all over his face "nothing of the huge lips and horse teeth."

Kakashi felt his lips curl into a smile. He hugged her a little tighter.

"You are so beautiful. Gorgeous even." she looked him in the eye and now he was terribly, terribly hot all over. No one ever addressed those words to him. His body just moved closer to her until her lips were only inches away from his. He felt her breath brush his lips. He was waiting for her to do something… anything.. to give him the green light. Because no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't move on his own. Such tender and fragile moments were not frequent in his life, and suddenly he was terribly afraid of breaking this too. However when y/n pressed her lips to his all worries were quickly erased from his mind.

They kissed deeply and slowly as he ran his hands all over her body. He made sounds he didn't know he was capable of, but realized that nothing compared to her sighs and moans from the kiss. He slowly moved from her lips to her neck which he had been watching for so long as they talked months from now, taking deep breaths.

"How perfect you are" he murmured as she melted in his arms. She ran her hands first over his shoulders, then his back, finally letting her hands go under his shirt. He moaned burying his head deeper into her neck.

"Kakashi..." came out of her mouth like a plea, as if it was too much for her.

"I know y/n, I know," he breathed a big, hard sigh as he held her hips tightly so she wouldn't move against him anymore. It was very clear to him that she felt how much he wanted her. And he now wanted her to show her how much he wanted her "can I touch you?"

She looked at him with a warm look and red cheeks, then nodded briskly.

He let his hand dance from her neck, over her stomach, down to her lower abdomen where he pressed his hand firmly.

He kissed all over her hands, all the little cuts he'd seen just a few days before.

"Perfect. So fucking perfect. Lift your hips for me pretty girl" he whispered softly.

When he took off her shorts and realized how wet she was, he almost cummed In his pants at that moment.

He just touched her enterance briefly and she moaned leaning into his touch. Nothing has happened yet and he was so fucking turned on. Turned on by her smooth skin, maddening smell, her sighs, moans... This is 100x better than any erotic novel. He slowly kissed her clit, than licked it experimentally. Y/n closed her eyes and left her hands flying to his hair, hips bucking up to meet his mouth.

'Look at me, let me see you" he darkly whispered against her pussy, looking at her with his both eyes. He then licked and sucked her swollen clit, eyes never leaving hers, making her moaning mess.

"Fuck Kakashi, fuck" she cried pressing one hand against her mouth, than changing mind and letting that hand grip on his hair too "i need you now. Please."

He stopped for a second watching her.

"Are you.. -"

"Yes, yes, and don’t you fucking dare to leave now."

"Sure thing pretty lady" he smiled against her heat.

He took his time, exploring every exposed piece of skin now that he took her t-shirt off too. He blinked open the sharingan again and he was so damn happy that he could predict how she would react to every touch. He looked at her; sprawled out underneath him, with her face flushed, lips swollen.

"Have I ever told you that you are perfect?" he had that boyish smile now, looking at her lovingly.

"Pervert" she grinned while kissing him quickly.

"Ah yes" he left few kisses to her neck again "I remember you calling me that a few times" he put his fingers on her clit making her to squirm with embarrassment.

"Please Kakashi" her voice was so fucking sweet "I need you. Please."

"Need you too" he mumbled against her lips "so much. My beautiful girl."

Then all he could feel was her. She clouded all five senses and he felt like he was going insane. It was over far too quickly.

"Madness" he whispered in her ear and nuzzled her neck, thrusting deep and steady "you are madness."

He gave a few last thrusts and reached down with his hand to help her finish. It wasn’t long until she was writhing and whimpering underneath him.

He kissed the top of her head before he pulled her into him protectively, feeling sleepy. Enjoying the feeling of her skin flush against his, her sweet smell and now steady breaths he felt his body completely relaxing.

As he slowly drifted off to sleep he asked quietly against her hair "do you want to go out sometime?"

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

just some random prompts (up to you how you'll use it or not lol):

Din Djarin x forcesensitive/jedi!reader

Reader actually understands Mando'a, got flustered when Din calls her cyarika, mesh'la (maybe have the reader respond in Mando'a too and let's see how it goes from there)

Reader is some masked vigilante of some sort and has a bounty on her head, Din Djarin unmasked her during a fight and turns out she was also reported missing few years ago by her family (maybe make reader a noble-blood to sprinkle some drama)

I recommend the song Close to You by Neon Trees, maybe it's just me but it reminds me of your Din Djarin x Reader drabbles hehe

also, I love your writing so muuuuch. xx

Din Djarin x Female!Reader

Warnings: mild start to something smutty if you squint lol

Word Count: 1,049 (damn it i was so close to under 1k)

LANGUAGE BARRIER

a/n: i have din djarin brain rot smh. also, ngl, i did not proof read this with the intensity i usually try to so🤷🏻‍♀️ OH AND HEY IF YOU HAVEN'T VOTED IN MY POLL YET GO DO SO, IT'S ON MY MASTERLIST.

Mando’a was an interesting language. It was different. That’s what initially drew you to it. Unlike the other languages you studied, Mando’a texts were hard to find. For a while, you had to make do with just scraps of information. That almost made learning it so much more satisfying though. Then, while at University, you met an elder who had grown up adopted by Mandalorians. He had never taken the Creed, drifted away from the culture, but not without becoming fluent in Mando’a. He was the reason the holes in your education were filled, and that meant he was also the reason you could enjoy Din Djarin’s mumbling.

Over the year you traveled with him, he became more and more comfortable with your presence⏤ at least, that’s what you assumed the reasoning was for him becoming more vocal. They were little statements at first. Din would be clearing out his weapon locker, run into a problem, and spit out a string of curses. Peli had once told him that the Razor Crest would be grounded for at least a week and you hung onto every word of Mando’a of the rant he spiraled into about the last quarry who had caused the damage. You had planned on telling him you knew Mando’a⏤ you were going to casually mention it.

Then, he called you mesh’la.

A nickname you hadn’t expected.

Din had a habit of using a lot of nicknames that you’d never expect from him. Cyar’ika. Ner sarad. Cyare. Senaar’ika. Each new, adoring nickname would bring warmth to your face, but you had missed the normal window of opportunity to mention to him that you spoke his language. Especially when, in a panic, he had referred to you as ‘cyar’ika’ for the first time and you asked him what it meant. Din had answered in a simple way, giving you the definition without missing a beat, as if it were a casual thing. For a while, you thought that meant there was no significant weight behind those words.

Your theory of the nicknames just being for fun was shot in the face when you nearly got shot yourself. While out in a city, you had gotten caught in the crossfire. The quarry himself had spotted you and with a sickening grin turned to put you down. Luckily, he had missed⏤ it only clipped you in the arm⏤ but the rampage that Din had gone into was shocking. Not nearly as shocking as when you heard him speak to the quarry after pummeling his face beyond recognition: ‘I’ll bring you in cold for that, bastard. I don’t show mercy to those who target what’s mine’. For the rest of the night, you convinced yourself that it wasn’t what you thought. Sure, the two of you shared lingering touches and the tension had grown since you came aboard, but it had to be something else. 

Weeks later, while waiting in a cantina for Din to return from obtaining new pucks, a Twi’lek man had saddled up beside you. Despite making it clear you had no interest, the man continued to invade your space. That is, until Din stepped up to your other side and pulled you into his side. The Twi’lek had abandoned his goal very quickly and the words that left Din’s lips stayed with you for weeks on end. ‘Should've known better than to leave someone as beautiful as you alone at the bar’. Still, no matter how badly you wanted to just jump him, you convinced yourself he didn’t want you. He was a friend. That was all.

Until seconds ago. You sat on one of the crates in the Razor Crest’s cargo hold as Din applied a bacta patch to the claw marks across your calf. A run in with a Trandoshan gone wrong. He had pulled off his gloves to provide the care, not something out of the ordinary, but the feel of his fingertips against your skin was not a sensation you’d ever get used to. Din set his entire hand against the upper half of your calf and his thumb caressed the skin there. Without looking up, he murmured, “I will know you forever.”

You fully understood the weight of his words. Din rose to stand and began to walk away to put away the first aid kit. The words fell out of your mouth before you could consider any of the consequences, “I can speak Mando’a, and I am so sorry I didn’t tell you earlier but I panicked.” In the most uncharacteristic move you had seen from him, Din tripped over some of the gear he had been passing in the rush to spin and look back at you. The Mandalorian caught himself before he could do more than stumble. You offered him a sheepish smile, “Sorry. Again.”

“You speak Mando’a?” Din asked in his language. 

“A little.” You nodded then shook your head. “Actually, a lot. I’m⏤ I’m fluent.”

“This entire time?” Din slowly crept back towards you. You nodded. He continued on until he stood between your legs. Din’s hands settled on his hip and you were forced to lean back a bit to keep your nose from being pressed against his chest.

You scrunched your nose in concern, “Are you mad?”

“No. Of course not, my love.” Din replied, his voice low. Din’s bare hand lifted to cup the side of your face. His thumb caressing the side of it. Din pressed in closer again so you were forced to tilt your head up to meet his hidden gaze as he stared down at you. His touch trailed away from your cheek, and he let the pad of his thumb ghost over the outline of your lips⏤ your breath hitched in your throat, heart beating wildly in your chest. Din pressed his thumb against your already parted lips more firmly, the tip of it brushing against your tongue, before he dragged it down further to open your mouth even wider. “But you are in trouble. Are you going to accept your punishment with grace?” Your lips twitched up in a smile as an ache of desire ran down your spine and straight to your core. You leaned in just enough to fully wrap your lips around his thumb. Din chuckled. “Good girl.”

[ficsofabotchedmind]

For better or worse? Time will tell.

Summary? None.

Once again, thank you @cissyenthusiast010155 ! If it wasn't for you I'd be fucked (in the bad way). 🥹

Warnings? Yes; NSFW, 18+, smut, oral sex, slight, if any at all, Angst.

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Larissa sat in her chair by the fire thinking of what had transpired earlier in the day. Did she really think that letting the offspring of Morticia and Gomez Addams into Nevermore was a good idea? No.

Did she think that pairing her with Enid Sinclair was a good idea? Yes.

The girls reminded Larissa much of herself and Morticia back in the day. Enid was like Morticia personality wise, bubbly & friendly. Wednesday reminded Larissa of herself, standoffish & firm.

Larissa couldn't help but pray that whatever she had just allowed to happen wouldn't come back a bite her in the ass.

She snorted to herself at the thought, she knew damn well it would come back and bite her. It always would dealing with someone who is part Frump. Now don't get her wrong, she has no issue with Wednesday, just one with her mother.

Larissa let out a heavy sigh, took a long swallow of her wine and started thinking back to when her and Morticia were still students in Nevermore.

Nevermore, 1990

"Morticia, you can't just go around doing that!" Larissa exclaimed through giggles

Morticia, quite busy with her head in Larissas neck, didn't care at the moment. She just enjoyed the sounds she was pulling from her leggy, blonde girlfriend.

"Morticia, I'm serious! Enough!" Larissa hissed out, "I think I hear someone coming."

Morticia let out a quiet snicker but thought better of saying what she wanted to say, "Yes, mon amour, whatever your heart desires."

Larissa thought for a second and grumbled, "My heart desires for us to have a moments peace." she thought a bit more a smirked, "And so does my body."

"Oh you flirt! You can't expect me not to do anything after you say something like that." Morticia exclaimed through a pout

Larissa let out a giggle and opened her mouth but before she could say anything further she was proven right, and next thing she knew Gomez popped around the corner.

Larissa, while not a werewolf, let out the most impressive growl anyone has ever heard.

Upon hearing the sound emerge from her girlfriend Morticia shivered in excitement but from what she could tell out of the corner of her eye, Gomez did the exact opposite.

Larissa, upon her realization that she scared the boy damn near out of his wits, smirked.

"How can we help you, Gomez?" asked Larissa through gritted teeth and a fake smile.

Gomez, now nervous, let out a shaky laugh, "I was just wondering if I could speak with, Tish?"

Larissas teeth ground together upon hearing the nickname the Addams boy gave Morticia.

"Tish?" Larissa asked

"Y-yes? Oh! Um, I meant Morticia!" stuttered Gomez nervously

Morticia noticing that her normally loving and kind girlfriend seemed to want to snap Gomez's neck at any moment accepted the offer to speak with him, "I'll be right with you, Gomez. Now run along."

As Gomez rounded the door out of earshot Larissa hissed, "Are you fucking joking, Morticia? That boy has had his eyes on you ever since he's arrived! Are you sure you wish to speak with him,-" Larissa had to take a deep breath before she spat out, "-privately?"

Morticia sighed, she knew of Gomez's feelings but was not in the mood to entertain them today. She gently approached Larissa, who had moved across the room while in a huff, cupped her cheeks, stood on her toes and pressed a gentle, loving kiss to Larissas lips.

"My darling shifter, I will not fall for his little attempts. He can wish all he wants,-" Morticias smile grew more provocative, catching her bottom lip between her teeth, let her hands wonder, "-but he will NOT be getting anything from me." and with that Morticia drew Larissa in for a long, deep kiss.

Once pulling away, Larissa seemed in a daze at first but slowly snapping out of it, she muttered to Morticia, "Ok, I trust you. I just don't trust him."

Morticia, with a wicked gleam and an evil smirk, "I know, ma chérie but he will lay no hand on me for if he does, I'll cut his dick off with that lovely sword mounted in the hall."

At that being said Morticia turned and walked off, throwing one last look of one can only describe as pure sex towards the blonde.

Larissa shivered in arousal, "That woman will be the death of me."

2 hours later

"Hello, my love!" Morticia giggled out as she entered their shared dorm, "What are you up too?"

"I am trying to figure out how this stupid fucking essay is going to work!" Larissa was far beyond frustrated with this essay and Morticia could see that if she didn't distract her girlfriend now, there would be trouble in the very near future.

Morticia thought about what was interrupted earlier and smirked, "Oh darling! W-"

Larissa interrupted before Morticia even got to speak, "Not now, Mo. This has to be finished by next week."

Morticia cocked a brow, she could not bel-well yes, she could. So she just had to get more creative and so she removed her school uniform and stood directly in front of Larissa.

Larissa caught sight of bare skin in front of her a furrowed her eyebrows and slowly looked up and what traveled through her mind, "Oh good God. Her legs, n-no underwear. Oh dear God she hasn't worn underwear all fucking day! God her stomach looks biteable, damn fucking bra in the way. Oh of course she's smug, I'm fucking drooling."

"Have you decided on what or who you'd rather do, my stately Sequoia?" Morticia asked with a dirty smirk firmly in place

"Yes! God yes!" Larissa got out as she shoved her books off of the bed and stumbled to get up.

Morticia giggled at Larissa and her excitement of finally getting what she was robbed of a little over 2 hours earlier.

"Be careful, we don't want you to hurt anything, my darling." Morticia got out through a fit of giggles

And once Larissa had finally gotten herself and her bed right and ready, "Alright, all done! No more schoolwork or anything like it, promise!"

Morticia smirked and unhooked her bra and let it fall, "Good, now where were we?"

And all during the night you would have thought that neither girl was human with the sounds they each were making. Luckily the dove had out a spell on the room after formulating her little plan.

Present day, 2022

Larissa drained the last bit of the bottle of wine and sighed, "So much for not falling for his tricks, eh Morticia..."

"I didn't fall for them completely, my love." upon hearing that she whirled around and spotted Morticia.

"What are doing here this, Mrs. Addams?" Larissa gritted out

Morticia expecting the hostility in her tone, made sure to keep hers calm, "I was hoping to speak with you, Larissa."

"What about? It's too late in the day to want to talk about your daughter and her academics. So what do you want?" hissed an angry Larissa

"I want to talk about us, my darling. And before you say anything, I have had a talk with Gomez! We have agreed that as long as the other person is happy then they may see other people." Morticia said, worrying at her nails

Larissa, not believing a single word at first, looked down. Morticia was ruining her nails, something she never did unless she was truly nervous.

"It will take some time for me to truly believe you, Morticia." Larissa spoke cautiously

Morticia smiled up on hearing her name being said without anger and bitterness behind it, "Yes! Sorry, yes I can accept that."

"Good, now if you'd please leave. We can talk more tomorrow" Larissa said, desperately needing Morticia to leave so she can retreat back to her room to handle the wet problem they both caused.

Making sure to keep her legs as close as possible when she walked, she approached Morticia and desperately tried to guide her out, but the woman wouldn't budge.

Larissa, looking down about to say something, noticed a smirk on the doves face. "Oh no, she's noticed." Larissa thought, "she's like a bloody hound! Quick, Larissa! Say something to get her out!" and yet the woman couldn't form a single sentence.

"Do you you really want me to leave?" Morticia questioned innocently, "Or would you like for me to sit you on that desk and make you scream my name?" she then said not so innocently.

Larissa mind skidded to a halt, her body growing warmer by the second, underwear no so very clearly sticking to her, she gave a shaky, "Yes, please."

Did Larissa think this was a good idea? No, because she couldn't fucking think.

Morticia guided Larissa to sit upon her desk, "Lean back, ma chérie."

Larissa, knowing she was not steady at all, propped up on her elbows and watched as the raven-haired goddess dropped to her knees. Growing water by the second she made a whining noise to which Morticia immediately silenced with a look.

"Be patient, Larissa. You'll get what you want, just wait a bit. Now, hips up." Morticia crooned out as she bunched Larissas skirt around her hips and slid her very soaked underwear down her long legs.

"No touching, keep your hands at your sides, and NO moving your hips." Morticia stated

"Deal! Now, just bloody get on with it, woman!" Larissa whined out

Morticia smirked and let her tongue trail through Larissa, basking in the taste the was her first and forever love.

Morticia gripped Larissas thighs and held them apart and took her time nipping at each one, drawing helps and whines out of Larissa.

"Oh fuck." Larissa breathed out as Morticia circled her tongue around the throbbing bud.

Morticia let a smirk tug at her lips enjoying the fact she still has such an effect on the woman. Morticia applied immediate, hard pressure with her tongue to Larissas throbbing and swollen bud and that earned the loudest groan that she's ever heard from the woman above her.

Larissa, giving up her fight to stay upright, laid back and gripped the edges of her desk so tight her, knuckles turned white.

"Fuck, Tisha! Please for the love of God, stop teasing!" Larissa cried out.

Morticia, glaring through her lashes, gave a sharp nip to Larissas clit in retaliation, with that Larissa yelped but shut up and Morticia soothed the sting with a broad lick.

While above, Larissa was flushed, panting, trembling, and whining. All she could think was, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, ffffuckkkk!"

Morticia latched onto Larissas clit and gave a sharp suck, and Larissas hips bucked into her mouth at that. Morticia used that as a distraction to plunge in two fingers, starting a hard and fast pace immediately.

Larissa let out a sharp, pleasured filled scream at the feeling, a smile forming, eyes hooded, brows furrowed, breathing ragged, nothing but screams emerging at the feeling of the fast and relentless pace Morticia set from the start with her fingers and the feeling of Tisha's tongue, teeth, and lips on her clit.

Morticia dragged her nails carefully against the sweet spot inside the woman above her, causing her hips to jerk and a squeak to erupt from her mouth. Still relentless with her place she started curling her fingers as she pulled out, reveling in the sounds it drew from the taller woman.

Feeling Riss's walls contracting around her fingers caused Morticia to speed up her motions. No matter how much her wrist was cramping all she wanted was to draw an orgasm out of the woman above her. Give her something much better than Larissa could give herself in this moment.

Larissa, growing closer, let out a whine, "T-Fuck! Close! Tisha, I'm close!"

Morticia changed the angel a bit, shifting one of Larissas legs up in the air and down a bit as best she could from her position on the floor between the woman's legs.

With the new angle Morticias finger were able to drive deeper reaching spots that haven't been touched in so long.

Morticia could feel that Larissa was on the brink and let her eyes flicker open and up, "Go ahead, ma chérie. Let go for me, my darling." and with that said latched back on successfully driving the woman above her over the edge fast and hard.

"Fuck! God yes! T-Tisha, thank you." Larissa screamed out and continued singing Morticias name as if it was a pray in and of itself.

After successfully driving the woman she loves to 2 strong orgasms she brings her back down to earth. Gently lapping at her, cleaning her. She stands and carefully lowers Larissas leg down to lie on the desk, dangling off the edge bent at the knee.

Morticia grasps Larissas hand and carefully brushes some strands of hair, that had fallen out of the perfect up do, off of her sweaty forehead.

"Let's get you cleaned up, my love." Morticia gently guiding Larissa up and into her apartment off to the side of the office.

Getting the bath drawn and Larissa undressed and bathed all went with ease, and now lying in bed beside the woman curled around her, "Get some sleep, ma chérie. We shall talk in the morning about everything and I promise you, I will never leave you again."

Larissa had no strength to reply but instead pressed a soft kiss to Morticias shoulder and lay her head back down and snuggled in.

The next morning

Morticia was still by her side, she didn't lie. Let's just say more than a talk was had and the dearly loved principal of Nevermore could be seen walking a tad funny and the smirk adorning Morticias face was unmistakable.

Wednesday recognized everything clearly. Of course she had, she an Addams after all and living with her parents had taught her things. To say she was disgusted was an understatement but it wasn't because it was two women, she's more open-minded than that. She was disgusted that it was her mother and the principal.

Wednesday mused to herself with an evil smirk, "Well, at least now I can do as I wish with my time."

Boy was she wrong.

[robinistrying]

reposting on tumblr because i want attention, and because the König brainrot is so damn real. catch me on AO3 if you want :3

+18 content MDNI please . contains : mentions of stalking, dom/sub dirty talk, obsessive behavior, oral, gun kink, breeding kink, maybe some others that i forgot sorry 🙏 psychopaths in love basically i love them so much ?

Made for me .

He observed her every day, it’s been about a month, at first he was supposed to assess the situation for a client but that was until he met her. Meeting? Not really. But he felt like he knew her, he watched her most of the day, even sometimes when she was asleep. She invaded his mind, He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, he had to have her. She will be his. She doesn’t have a choice. He had to gather information from her despite knowing that she wasn’t the best choice… but it had been so damn easy.

“Start talking princess I don’t have all day”

“I don’t know anything, how could you kidnap the worst person for intel is beyond me”

“You live with these criminals, they are your family” he raised an eyebrow, you must know something.

He drew his knife spinning it around, in an attempt to intimidate her which didn’t seem to work. Her eyes were devoid of fear, it was something else that he couldn’t quite decipher yet.

Her eyes were not leaving him, and his knife, she looked quite fascinated which made him even more curious

“Is this a staring contest sweetheart?” he chuckled “I can do this all night long”

“Oh I bet you do,” she said with another wicked smile

“Interesting,” he thought, she wasn’t reacting like hostages usually do. She was more calm. She wasn’t begging to be let free or even to stay alive. Maybe she didn’t know anything after all. But deep down he knew why he kidnapped her, the beast inside him made it do it. He knew it wasn’t rational, but he couldn’t help it. Since he took the first glance at her in his binoculars, he knew he had to have her.

“You seem deep in thought,” she noticed

“when he could be deep inside me instead” she thought and then she let out a long sigh.

“What princess? Why are you sighing? Are you tired ?” he said ironically

“I’m bored”

“Unfortunately I make the rules around here and it does please me to see you tied up and helpless”

Did she want some action? Fine he was going to give her some, she probably won’t like it. He drew his gun. and pointed it on her head.

She had a nervous laughter.

“You won’t”

He made the gun click, putting it against her lips this time.

“Try me, sweetheart, it wouldn’t be the first time”

Her wicked smile grew wider, she opened her mouth and licked the barrel.

His eyes were wide open, he knew that she wasn’t your typical hostage but THIS…

he wanted to try how far she’d go, he pushed the gun into her mouth, and when he thought she was going to tremble with fear, she started sucking it, raising her doe eyes, looking at him straight into his pupils. The eye contact made him done for. Sending shivers down his spine, he could feel the blood rushing to his cock.

“Such a depraved little princess” he muttered.

She was moaning around it, he couldn’t stop imagining how it would feel if it was his shaft instead. He pulled out, and she let out a moan of frustration, while her saliva was still connected to the barrel. He wiped it out the barrel on her cheek, the cold metal against hot skin.

“What a mess you made,” he said but his voice betrayed him he was very happy with it. “You think you gonna be out of this place with your little tricks?”

“Who said I wanted out?”

“You don’t want to leave ?”

“For someone who seems so sly, you can be really dense”

“Do not underestimate me Liebling” He said while taking a handful of her hair.

Lightly pulling on it to remind her who is in charge here. She winced a little bit. He used his other hand to raise her chin even higher. Analyzing her. He was obsessed with her and finally got her within his grasp. She looked so pretty, tied up, wearing only a tube skin-tight dress, he loved the softness of her hair and skin. But what he liked best was her eyes, the gaze he couldn’t get enough of. Sometimes innocent, sometimes calculated. She wore a pair of heels he had never seen before, she could never run in these.

“Where were you going dressed like a whore?”

“Nowhere”

“Answer me princess or I’ll have to hurt you and trust me this is ain’t going to be quick” he drew his knife again and started to tear her dress apart, the knife was so sharp, he cut through the link of her bra, he stopped just above her navel.

“You won’t believe me if I tell you,” she said, but she was hesitating. He could tell.

“Try me”

“I wanted you to catch me”

“Liar, you couldn’t possibly know about me”

“Check my phone in my purse if you don’t believe me”

He roamed through her purse and got her phone.

“What’s the lock ?”

“A heart”

A heart. How cute he thought.

He went through her phone and saw pictures of him, probably stolen from security footage. He made sure to have deleted those. How the heck did she have them? Out of curiosity, he checked her texts, it was mostly her rejecting guys he couldn’t help but smile at the thought and asking money from her criminal dad. Then her notes, that was by far the most interesting. She used them as a diary.

“I feel like I’m being followed”

“I figured it out… probably people that are out there to catch my dad”

“oh no he is hot”

“the biggest guy I’ve ever seen, with piercing blue eyes, I'm sure he has a handsome face, I just want to lift his hood and kiss him”

“I want him to ravish me actually”

“God I’m obsessed”

“He is always watching me I know, I’ll put on a show just for him, he has to see what he does to me”

“Why he won’t come up to me”

“Should I send light signs?”

“I did a little stalking his name is König, I love it, it suits him”

“He’s packing good lord I’m…”

“Come on come on … I’m waiting I’m so bored”

“I’m gonna go out, dressed like I’m going to the club or something maybe he will get the hint”

“Oh I did get the hint indeed sweetheart” his smile widening

“It seems you have a little crush on me are you?”

She was feeling shy all of a sudden “You weren’t supposed to read that” she said her cheeks getting redder.

“Don’t be ashamed of any of your feelings love, I enjoy that you feel that way about me”

Her heart beat loudly in her chest as his eyes darkened.

“Because I feel that way about you too”

Without a second thought, he tore apart her dress leaving her with her panties only. He cut the cord that was holding her legs together and said

“Spread them for me”

It was a thin satin-like string. He kneeled before her to take a good look. A wet patch was already present. He pressed two of his fingers on it, feeling her clit.

“Princess, you’re dripping for me aren’t you?”

She nodded while looking away.

“Feeling shy all the sudden Liebe? You weren’t like this when you were sucking my gun” he said amused. “Don’t hide from me, just be mine”

“You don’t understand, I’m insane” she confessed in a small voice.

“Do I look sane to you? I just kidnapped you, not for intel, I just wanted you and I decided you’ll be mine, understand ?”

“Why questioning me then?”

“To have a little fun. To see if you’d actually spill something but I didn’t really care, all I wanted …” he got closer, crawling between her parted legs, and even like that he was still taller than her “was you”

He had suddenly a euphoric laugh.

“Isn’t that funny? Looks like you were made for me Liebling” he murmured caressing her face.

A slight blush was still on her cheeks, her eyes glossy in a turmoil of emotions.

“You are so cute Schatz, I want to reward you” and just like that he cut her rope around her hands, she didn’t waste a second and lifted his hood to kiss him.

This kiss felt like ecstasy, heated and passionate, their tongues dancing around each other, exploring, tasting as if their two souls finally recognized each other and were ready to merge again. Both couldn’t get enough. Finally, she kicked the chair under her, their bodies now pressed against each other. He grabbed her waist pulling her against him while she roamed his back through his shirt, feeling his muscles underneath.

He lowered her on the floor, still kissing her, but his kisses went to her neck, she was so sensitive, that she moaned softly while running her nails lightly against his scalp. Then, he went to take care of her breasts, giving attention to each nipple, licking and sucking while massaging the fullness of her boobs at the same time.

His skillful tongue was sending her over the edge. She actually could feel her wetness dripping down her pussy but she didn’t care. All that mattered was him and what it was doing to her.

Then he went lower to her navel, dipping his tongue in it, teasing her for what was about to come. His hands still teased her chest. Ultimately, he reached her wet folds and licked all the way, up and down, burying his face between her legs. She let out a loud moan. He enjoyed having his face drenched in her juices proud that he was the one doing that to her.

His tongue was teasing her clit, then her entrance, he could feel her walls quivering and tentatively inserted a finger, then another one. He moved them in and out, fucking her with it while he ate her clit. She was panting and moaning, never in her life had she a pleasure this intense, her eyes welled up with tears.

“Oh my god, fuck” that’s all she could manage to say.

“I’m your one and only God love. Only I can make you feel like this”

She knew he was right. His essence was filling her veins, he could do anything and she’d let him. That’s how down she was. That’s how obsessed she was.

She was close he could tell. A sense of pride invaded him. He made her feel like this, it was exhilarating. The woman who haunted his dreams, occupied his mind 24/7 since he saw her, was now pleading for him. Urging him to make her, his. Forever, there was no other way. He’ll carve himself into her mind until he would be all that she’d be able to think about. “Yes. And then she’ll be all mine” he thought.

“I’m so close… König … I can’t” Hearing her say his name sends a rush of adrenaline through his veins.

“Come, Maus, come all over my face” he answered with a raspy voice.

He buried himself between her thighs, while her orgasm was overpowering her whole being. He felt her muscles thickening and her legs shaking. It was the hottest thing he ever experienced. It was so intense that her core was hurting as if she had done a thousand abs exercises.

He cradled her into his arms, whispering praise and love in her ears, and kissing her hair.

“You were perfect princess, so beautiful, so mine”

She couldn’t even speak, she pressed herself against his chest, humming his scent. Another thing she was going to be addicted to, it seems.

Slowly, she rose her head to look at him, her heart throbbing. Her hands gently grabbed each side of his hood to remove it so she could see his face, he was so good looking, the man of her dreams was even better than she could have imagined.

“You are handsome, even more up close”

He smiled at her, his princess thought he was handsome, and a warm feeling spread in his chest, it made him happy. But he was so used to his hood, that he would need time to get accustomed to showing his face.

She sensed it and put it back in place, she just made a small bow at the back of his head so she could still have access to his lips.

“Thanks, you Liebe. You have no idea how much you mean to me” he whispered while leaning to kiss her again.

The kiss started slow and tender, and it escalated in intensity quite quickly. This time, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Moving her hips on his hard-clothed cock. The tension between them only grows each second. Then she went down on him, slowly giving kisses all the way down to his abs, his happy trail until she reached his belt that she undid quickly, then the zipper of his cargo pants, and finally she freed his throbbing cock from his pants.

She knew he was packing but up close it was really huge. She was a little anxious but the desire to please him took over and she started by licking it all the way. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, panting ever so slightly. He wanted her to set her own pace first. Until she finally took him into her mouth, he groaned with pleasure. Her tongue was swirling around it, her cheeks hollowing, up and down. She couldn’t take him fully yet but she was yearning for it.

He chuckled “Have your mouth full Schatz? Can’t take more ?”

“I can,” she said in a muffled sound “I want to”

“Get on your knees then love”

When he got up, his pants fell at his ankles. He gave himself a few pumps while looking at her.

“You are so sexy, such a good little slut”

She moaned at the use of the crude name she enjoyed it a little too much. She moved her head to take his cock between her lips again.

“So eager,” he said while running his hand through her hair, caressing her scalp. This way she could take him deeper, her nose hitting his pelvis with each movement.

“Goddamn princess, look at you, taking all of me in your tiny mouth, your throat feels amazing,” he said while running his hand through her neck, feeling his cock going up and down. She met his gaze again, she had such a cockdrunken stare, she was really enjoying this.

“That’s it Liebling, this is perfect, you just keep looking at me with those pretty eyes, don’t take your eyes off me”

Then his eyes rolled. “Fuck, you’re so good at this Schatz” She did a pleased hum, while he gripped her hair so he could set up the pace. Using her as he pleased. He knew he made the right call when he heard her moans becoming even more enthusiastic.

When he was right about to come, he said “Tongue out, I went to see your mouth stuffed”

She did as she was told extending her tongue, mouth wide open. Then he came, his taste invading her mouth. A few droplets dripped off her chin.

“Swallow babygirl”, and she did, she also took care of the few drops on his glans. Cleaning him up.

“You’re such a good girl I am so pleased with you sweetheart”

“Thank you, thank you … “she murmured like a mantra, kissing all the skin she could reach. Every time she kissed his skin, the shivers were invading his body. He never thought he could want her more than he already did but he does. He was ravenous, always hungry for more and so was she.

She was like an angel fallen from the sky, his devious little angel.

He took her hands in his, bringing her up, and pulled her against his warm body. He grabbed her chin and kissed her again. “You’re mine” he muttered between kisses

“Yours” she answered responding to his kisses with even more fervor. They were roaming each other's bodies with their hands when he couldn’t take it any more, he grabbed her waist and lifted her to take her to a darker corner of the room where a bed awaited them.

“That’s not how I imagined our first-time babygirl but rest assured, I will make up to you because you deserve the best”

“It doesn’t matter as long as I’m with you,” she said as he dropped her off on the bed.

“You are so cute Schatz but I do care, just trust me to take care of you”

He crawled between her legs again until the head of his shaft was teasing her entrance. She arched her back in impatience.

“Please… I need you”

He couldn’t resist her plea and pushed his throbbing shaft inside her, he knew that he was well endowed so he went it slowly, but deep.

Her walls felt like heaven, perfectly wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck Liebe” he whispered

“Don’t hold back, I don’t care” she hissed

He started slow but deep thrusts, she had her arms around his neck, barely holding on, as his hips started going faster, sending her over the edge, he was so big but his head hit her sweet spot every time.

She threw her head back, lost in her pleasure. He kissed her sensitive neck, lightly grasping it with his teeth. The feeling of her tight heat constricting around his cock at every thrust was enough to send him over the edge.

“I want to pump you full princess, until you drip with my come between your thighs”

He grabbed her neck to hold her right in place, as she was his to command. She did another wicked smile of hers and pulled his hand against her airway. Her muscles clenching on his cock even harder. He groaned not stopping his merciless pace. Her eyes rolled at the back of her head in ecstasy, pleasure invading her whole body.

“You’re so beautiful Liebe, I want to be buried inside you forever”

She tentatively raised her hand to his jaw, caressing it. The fact that he said that he wanted to possess her forever made her even more hooked. She wanted to possess him as well. She wanted to be every fleeting thought until she was all he could think about.

“Come with me Schatz,” he said while slipping a hand between them to reach her clit.

The extra stimulation was all she needed to orgasm right away. She let out a loud moan which intensified when she felt his release into her. He could feel his cock softening inside but they stayed like this for a moment. Breathing each other’s scent.

Here they were, lying against each other, when slowly they cocked their head to the side, searching each’s other eyes. She lost herself in his stormy blue eyes. He was perfect for her.” My man” she thought. Her heart was beating hard in her chest. He smiled while relishing in the eyes he loved so much, he couldn’t stop looking at her, she was like an angel to him, she was so perfect for him, it’s the first time he didn’t feel like a freak with someone. They were the same kind of fucked up.

“I love you” … Both said at the exact same time. They smiled.

“I am so happy,” she said her eyes welling up with tears when she went to capture his lips. He kissed her back with fervor when he said

“You have no idea how glad I am as well Maus, you complete me,” he said gripping her waist so she was straddling him.

“I looked for you all my life Schatz i will never let you go. You know that?

“I rather kill you than have you walking away from me” she answered

“That’s my girl” he answered with a predatory grin.

He grabbed the side of her face to kiss her, with tongue and teeth they made a mess but they didn’t care. His other hand was feeling the fullness of her ass cheek. She hooked her leg around his hips, their private parts grinding against each other, she tried to get him to lay on the bed but he gave her a slap on her ass cheek.

“No baby, not yet, you want to ride my cock?”

She nodded

“You‘ll have to earn that, for now… on all fours Liebe”

She giggled while following his instructions. Seeing her on display for him was something he wanted to remember at all times, he wanted to map her body until he knew every mole, every scar, no matter how small it was.

“Fuck, you are so divine, I want to devour you” he whispered to her ear while positioning himself behind her. And in one swift motion, he buried himself to the hilt inside her. He grabbed a handful of her hair, she could feel the tension but it wasn’t hurting.

She was moving her hips in sync with his.

“You’re loving this aren’t you Liebling?” he asked in a husky voice

“I do… so much” she answered before letting out another cry of pleasure.

He gave her ass cheek another slap and she made another pleased sound, her walls tightening around him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, and yet you take me like a champ”

He was right, he stretched her like she never has been before but she never yearned for someone like she does for him.

“I love feeling you inside me, I feel so full”

He brought a hand to her lower belly, he could almost feel his cock slipping in and her out. He ran his possessive hand all over her womb and said

“I’m gonna make you pregnant Schatz, look at your pretty cunt begging for my cum”

She never thought about having children but when he was saying it, it seemed … right. She liked it. That way she is still going to have a part of him inside her, their essences are going to mix to create the perfect child. His semen mixed with her juices was dripping down her parted thighs. His cock still drilled into her.

“I’m going to pump you full Liebe, you gonna drip with my come, I’ll do it as many times as necessary. Until I see that belly of yours becoming round” he said while moving his hand from her belly to her clit, drawing circles on it.

He was close but he wanted her to come first. His grip on her hips was so tight, she probably had a few bruises later. The sound of their skins slapping against each other filled the room.

“Come, baby, come on my cock” and she did. Her muscles constricting on him like a cobra on his prey.

“Oh fuck, fuck” he said riding through his orgasm. His hot semen painted her walls white.

“Oh my god that was so good…” she panted while her knees gave out because of the intensity. He caught her right on time so she could land softly on the mattress.

Besides his hood he wasn’t wearing anything, and still had his watch on his wrist, he checked the time.

“We have to go back to your house Liebe, you have to pack a bag with your favorite things”

“Where are we going?” she sounded very excited

“Home, I’m taking you to Austria with me”

He was not asking. Her smile widened.

“We’re really going to be together forever?”

“Of course, Liebe and even in the afterlife if there is one, I want you to be my side always, as soon as we land you gonna pick a pretty white dress … and you gonna be mine by law as well”

She was thrilled, to say the least. He was looking for something in his cargo pants pockets. When he turned around, he held a beautiful diamond ring between his fingers, she immediately gave him her hand. Both were over the moon, the intensity of their feelings being reciprocated was almost overbearing.

“It’s exactly my size”

“Of course love, I checked your size when I intruded into your room”

“You did that?” she did that with a mix of excitement and curiosity

“Of course, I did, multiple times”

“Did you get off on my bed?” she asked with a teasing smile

“What do you think?” he looked at her with malice

“That’s what I would have done if I ever found where you were crashing so…”

“You’re so perfect Schatz,” he said while capturing her lips.

The kiss was passionate, slow, and deep. She could feel the desire rising again between them. They would never make it to the airport at this rate.

“You wearing nothing but my ring… you have no idea what it does to me, my girl… so perfect so mine” he said between kisses, she squealed happily and ravaged his neck with open-mouthed kisses, making him shiver.

He was getting hard again, his desire for her knew no bounds but they had to catch this flight and disappear before her criminal father realized that she was missing.

“I really want to worship you again Schatz but we have to go. Your father is going to put his men on our backs”

She pulled away with a disappointed whine. “Okay…. I doubt that he cares that much about me you know I’m just a girl, and he already has an heir, I’ll bet if anything he’s going to be relieved I’m gonna leave a note that I’m leaving out on my own will so he won’t start a war because of his pride”

He had no idea that their relationship was that bad. But it didn’t matter at least he wouldn't have to fight an old man to prove that he was the right fit for his daughter. She already wore his ring, she belonged to him, no one else.

“There is a little issue here babe … you ripped my clothes off I literally don’t have anything to wear,” she said

“Take my jacket, it’s a loose fitting for me so it should look perfect on you, with your heels on it's almost like you had a coat”

It was true, you looked so small in this big jacket. It smelled just like him. It was enthralling.

“We should hurry Liebe, we have one hour then we shall go to the airport straight away”

“Let’s go then”

And just like that they left the abandoned place on fire, to not leave any trace. König was driving to her house.

“Remember Libeling, take your papers, things that you care about and that’s it, don’t worry about mundane stuff, I’ll provide you with everything you want once we get there,” he said in a smooth voice

“Okay”

They arrived at her house, everything was silent because her father wasn’t at home like usual. König parked a few houses down the street so that the security cameras wouldn’t be able to see him, he was ridden with anxiety by letting her go alone.

It’s like a part of him trying to get away, the imaginary strings tugging at his heart.

Five … Ten minutes … It was too long. He was about to go see where she went when she got into the car. She saw the look of sheer panic in his eyes before he took a deep breath.

“Babe I missed you so much. I almost forgot to leave the note! But I have everything I need in this backpack, look !”

There were her papers, a few clothes, a purse, a make-up bag, and a notebook.

“Perfect let’s go mein Schatz” He felt a bit stupid for panicking so much, he had to be strong for her. No girl wants to see her man panicking he thought.

She knew better and took his face between her palms, giving him a kiss through his hood. She knew, she sensed it. She was as anxious as he was. She couldn’t stop shaking as she retrieved her stuff, not being with him was suffocating. The ache in her heart was very much real. She knew that it was madness but she couldn’t help it. She either felt strongly or nothing at all. There was no in-between.

When she got in the car again it was like emerging after swimming underwater. He was there, they were together, everything was going to be okay. She saw the look he had on his face and knew what he needed. They both needed it.

As he drove off, she rummaged through her bag took off a bracket, and put it around his wrist.

“That way you are wearing something that’s mine too,” she said.

“Danke, Liebe,” he said grabbing her hand to give it a kiss, his eyes not leaving the road.

When they got to the airport, they reset their phone and ditched the SIM card. König had multiple passports to use and of course, he had planned one for her. Couldn’t have someone follow them. They went to the airports’s restrooms to change themselves. Of course, since they were at the airport, the hood had to go for the time being.

He swore he could see little hearts forming in her eyes. She was so cute but also beautiful at the same time, no one could ever compete with her and she was in love with him.

“Can’t believe you’re mine, Schatz. Tell me again”

“I’m yours”

He kissed her deeply, slowly, putting the weight of his feelings through the kiss. She smiled through their embrace and slightly bit his lip.

“You’re mine” she stated

“I’m yours Liebling, forever I mean it, even if death takes my hand I will hold you with the other and promise to find you in every lifetime”

The airport’s voice finally announced their gate, and in a few hours, their life together was going to start. Both couldn’t wait for the future that awaited them.

[orphiceonian]

˗ˏˋSILVERV WEEK: BETRAYAL´ˎ˗

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written for @silverv-week

It was peaceful out here.

They were outside the city limits. Far enough away that the sounds of the sleepless metropolis had fallen somewhat silent but close enough that they could still see the glimmering neon that bathed the skylight in a kaleidoscope of dazzling lights.

Johnny took a long drag of his artificial cigarette, letting the synthetic smoke fill his lungs as he crackled into existence next to V.

She was leaning against the front of her quadra, eyes locked on the city scape that sprawled out before her. He could see the dark circles that had made their home under her grey eyes and the faint glimmer of the threading that marked her face.

“We gonna talk about it?” He glanced over at her and watched as she lit her own cigarette and pulled a drag.

“I’d really rather not.”

“I’m in your head, I know you do.”

“You being in my head is what started it.” V snapped, exhaling smoke into the cool nights air.

“Right so maybe I shouldn’t have looked—.”

“No you fucking shouldn’t have. Not rocket science Johnny, just basic fucking respect.” She pushed off the car and walked away from him.

Johnny sighed and flicked his cigarette away, watching as it fizzled away into nothingness shortly after leaving his fingers—yet another reminder of his false existence.

“So what if I looked back on your ‘saka days? You saw my Samurai days.” He scoffed, “No different.”

“You wanted me to see that. We agreed you wouldn’t have free reign. Trusted you and you fucking betrayed me, again.” Her voice was full of venom, his anger and hers melding together and mixing into something vicious.

Johnny frowned at her, moving to stand a bit closer to the merc. He had crossed a line and now that line was slowly turning into a rift between them. He didn’t want their relationship to sour over something as trivial as him slipping into her memories.

He took a moment, studying her face and the slight shake of her hand as she drew another drag. Something wasn’t right—her anger was warranted but he hadn’t seen her this mad in a long time.

Johnny took a breath. He wasn’t used to being the one who apologises first—hell he wasn’t used to apologising.

“Right, sorry I looked.” He muttered, looking away from her and out to the city.

“Just don’t know how many more times I can take you betraying my trust…” Her voice was small—like she was scared to speak to him, “Had too much of that recently, fuck it started this whole thing. Can trace it all back to a single fuckin moment of betrayal.” He can hear the bite to her words now, the anger seeping through them.

“Dex?”

V laughed lightly and shook her head, “Nah, Jenkins.”

Jenkins. Her old superior. Forty-something year old bureaucratic psychopath with a flare for cruelty, “That’s why you didn’t want me looking at your ‘saka days?”

“Just reminds me that I fucked up my whole damn life cause I trusted someone.” V took another drag and looked over at him, “Plus, my corpo days weren’t pretty ones. Rather save us both the misery reliving that…”

They fall into silence for a moment, listening to the sounds of the city that echo over to them, carried on the wind.

He can feel her thinking—feel the thoughts ticking over in her mind as she mulled over what she wanted to say to him.

“Jenkins pulled me out of a rough spot. Not for him I would have been a burnt out runner at fifteen.” V tapped ash off her cigarette and kept her eyes on the horizon as she spoke, “Betrayal hits harder when it comes from someone you’re indebted to.”

Johnny let her talk, knowing it was better for her to get the anger off her chest instead of letting it fester into something ugly and twisted.

“Spent the next eight years trying to make it up to him. Being ruthless, railing synthcoke on my breaks and doing his dirty work all so he wouldn’t have that leverage over me. All for him to go and fuckin’ betray me.” Her anger overflowed into her words, each syllable laced with vitriol and bitterness.

He looked over, seeing the hatred burning in her eyes and the tears bubbling up behind them.

Johnny knew how betrayal felt. First the military—then militech. A dozen more moments of deceit and betrayal had marred his short life. He knew that burning anger that came with it and he knew that feeling of second guessing every action leading up to that moment.

“Promise…” She started, voice still shaking with aftershocks of anger, “Promise you won’t look again? You can ask if you want but just…no free rein? Got some stuff I’d rather not relive.”

“Promise.”

[argisthebulwark]

The line “You were destined to be the end of his life one way or the other.” from that miraak fic you just posted made me think of one of those senerios where a prophesy is worded really edited and what everyone thought ment “you kill each other” actually ended up meaning “you get married”, you know what I mean? Like, you both know you’re supposed to “end miraak” but oh it was just worded confusingly and you ACTUALLY forfill the prophecy when you two get married.

song i listened to on repeat while writing this . tw: explicit mentions of injury & death

And as the Last meets the First, To one's will the other will bend. At the end of the Last's blade The reign of terror shall end.

"Come now, Mal Dov." Miraak's voice was soft when he stared up at the Last Dragonborn. Her hands shook on the hilt of the sword she'd taken from him, black blood spattered across her face. He wished to wipe it away and dry the tears cutting through the grime. "You know the prophecy as well as I do. It was always going to come to this."

"Don't you have a plan?" Her voice quivered and Miraak wanted nothing more than to defy the gods and live for her.

"It was always going to be you." His chest ached with each word but he couldn't leave her like this. "I've spend lifetimes trying to escape this prophecy but you have to end this."

"I can't." She sobbed, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. The sword's tip lowered until it hit the ground and the Last Dragonborn's shivering form stood before him unarmed. He knew he should strike, kill her first and prove the prophecy wrong but he couldn't move a muscle. "I can't kill you, Miraak."

He didn't protest when the Last Dragonborn sunk to her knees and crawled onto him. His wounds stung but feeling the warmth of her body on his chest was worth it. Miraak held her close, burying his face in the messy braids of her hair and taking a deep breath. She smelled of smoke and blood and Miraak breathed her in, committing her to memory.

"You can't put it off forever." He reminded her when he felt fingers clutching at his robes. Each of her sobs shook his body and Miraak let the Dragonborn cry, petting the hair out of her face. He always planned to be brave in the face of his death but he hadn't expected to find it so pretty.

"I love you." She gasped the words he'd craved for so long. Her desperate hands grabbed at his robes as if she could keep him there with sheer willpower.

"I love you, my Dragon." Miraak's heart broke when he whispered those words in her ear. The Last Dragonborn's puffy eyes met his and he cupped her face. He only had moments left before she fulfilled the prophecy that damned him. "I would give up all that I am and all that I have just to love you a little longer."

He tasted tears when the Last Dragonborn kissed him. He'd imagined kissing her every night since they'd met but it was so much more than he'd thought possible. For just a moment Miraak could trick himself into believing he could survive long enough to love her the way she deserved to be loved, wholly and without second thought.

"I would give all of myself up to love you." He whispered against her lips, heart cracking when the Last Dragonborn's forehead rested against his. Her eyes fluttered closed and he felt something within him shifting, all the power leaking out until he felt nothing but the pain.

His chest ached more with each breath he drew, wounds burning and stinging with new vigor. Her eyes met his and Miraak was certain that the wounds he'd sustained during battle were going to end him before the Dragonborn could get one last blow. Was this what love felt like? A pain so deep he thought he'd choke on it and wanting to fight through for just one more look at her?

"Something's wrong." Her brows furrowed, sitting up as her hands sought his chest. He wanted to make a joke about the multiple stab wounds in his body but his head was spinning. Dizzy, nauseous, delirious. Miraak felt himself ebbing away from the Last Dragonborn with every second. "You don't feel right."

"Could be the blood loss." He coughed when she swam in and out of vision. Dark spots appeared everywhere he looked but he wasn't ready to leave her yet. One more kiss, just one more.

"No." Her voice was tense and Miraak felt her hot fingers tearing the robes away from his chest. He didn't want to look, couldn't bear the sight. "I can't feel you anymore."

"I'm dying, Mal Dov."

"I can always feel your soul." Her hand flatted to his chest and Miraak bit his tongue against the pain flowering under her touch. "I can't find it. I can't feel it."

Miraak knew that it was the end of the line. He couldn't speak, couldn't form a thought that wasn't about her. He wanted to tell her to move on, to enjoy her life and be braver than him, to love and be loved more than anyone had ever been loved before. He had so much to tell her but couldn't make his mouth work.

Death wasn't what he expected. It felt like passing out without the panic, like sleeping without dreams. Miraak floated somewhere in his own mind and tried to be at peace with leaving her.

When he awoke there was a blinding light that stole his ability to see. He didn't know where he'd ended up, which afterlife would take someone like him. At least the light reassured him that he wasn't back in Apocrypha.

"You with me?"

The Last Dragonborn's voice floated from somewhere far away and Miraak felt his heart restart in his chest. He couldn't be somewhere too awful if he was allowed to keep his memories of her. Fumbling blindly he sought for any hint of her.

"Careful, love." Her voice was so close but he couldn't see her. With every blink saw the light shifting and willed himself to run to her. Pain he'd never felt before struck his chest and Miraak gasped for air, hands clawing at his body.

"Don't fuck up your bandages!" Her scolding words were accompanied by a swat at his hands. Miraak fell still - she was still here. Eventually he raised a hand to his face and felt the bandages she slowly unfurled from over his eyes.

"Please." His throat burned as if he'd chewed glass. Death was supposed to be peaceful, why did it hurt so badly?

His first look at her stole the breath from his lungs. The Last Dragonborn's face was clean, bags under her eyes and hair falling in soft waves over her shoulder. Miraak saw his shaky fingers raise to run along her cheek, marveling at the sight of her.

"How?" He watched the Last Dragonborn kiss the bruised palm of his hand and didn't particularly care about how it had happened. When she smiled at him it felt like the world righted itself once more.

"You gave it up."

He listened to every word, absorbing the information she shared with him. She told him of how he'd passed out yet his heart still beat in his chest and how she'd dragged him out of Apocrypha. The Last Dragonborn regaled him with the tale of carrying him to her home in Skyrim and healers from around the continent arriving to tend to his wounds. She told him of the long nights she spent sitting by the bed with a hand over his heart that beat just for her.

When Miraak stared at her, unable to voice the questions itching in his mind the Last Dragonborn smoothed a hand over his chest. It felt like heaven just to be touched by her, he didn't entirely trust that he was alive.

"I couldn't feel your soul because you gave up your status as Dovahkiin." Her smile fell at those words and Miraak wanted nothing more than to comfort her. "You gave up immortality and your power, even the Thu'um."

"Mora?"

"It's all gone." Her eyes watered when she met his gaze as if she felt guilty. "You're mortal."

Miraak didn't have the words. He couldn't tell her how she'd saved him from himself, from destiny, from every god that wanted him dead for what he'd done. He couldn't speak when the Dragonborn crawled into bed beside him so carefully as if her touch would break him. He let her cry into his shoulder, heart fluttering with every new pain he found.

It hurt because he was mortal. She'd fulfilled the prophecy without killing him. Someday he would tell her how smart she was, how she'd done the impossible. But for the moment Miraak simply enjoyed the pain of being alive.

[real-jaune-isms]

Green Haired Swordsman Meets Green-eyed Monster

*In the days following the Raid on Onigashima, Luffy and Zoro were nearly comatose from their exertion and wounds. Now, after a week, Zoro just woke up and was greeted with a sight he hadn't expected.*

Zoro: My head... damn I need some booze. Robin:I can get you some in just a minute. Zoro: Wh- Robin, the hell are you doing here? Where are the others? Robin: Luffy woke up about an hour ago and ran off, and the rest of our nakama had follow after him to make sure he didn't destroy anything in his search for food. Zoro: Heh... yeah, that sounds like him. Still doesn't answer why you stayed, though. Robin: *clears her throat and looks away* Well, someone had to make sure you weren't alone whenever you woke up, and to explain the situation so you didn't wander around in confusion. And I... drew the short straw. Zoro: Well then, I guess I appreciate the courtesy. So what situation needs explaining? Luffy beat Kaido, obviously, but what else happened? Robin: *smiles at how immediately confident Zoro is in their victory* Well, the two of you have been passed out from your wounds for a week, and in that time Momonosuke-sama revealed his presence to the country and declared himself the Shogun. I almost didn't believe what I was seeing, but it seems Shinobu-chan used her power to age him up by 20 years. Fuhuhuhu~ Zoro: Ah, so the brat reclaimed his clan's place on top. Good for him I guess, hopefully Kin'emon and the others can help him get a handle on that. The age thing sounds wild, but I did see him flying around as a full sized dragon so that tracks. Anything else? Robin: Um... yes, actually, there was something I wanted to talk to you about, Zoro-kun. I suppose you mentioned it in passing before the raid but... you spent some time with Momonosuke-sama's sister, didn't you? Zoro: Hmm? Ah, yeah, I was with Hiyori for a couple days. Robin: *eyes narrowed and glowering a bit* Yes, and it must have been quite an eventful period. When she heard you were incapacitated, she insisted on coming to see you. She begged Chopper to let her help with your treatment, and more than a few times tried to nestle beside you for comfort. You two must have... bonded quite a bit... for her to be so close and caring towards you. Zoro: Yeah, you could probably say that. She let me claim Enma after that weapons bandit took Shusui, I saved her from Kid's first mate while he was running around as that serial killer, we slept together... Robin: I'm sorry, you did what?!?! With a woman you knew for less than a week?? I know I've been coy and playful in the past, but I didn't realize you'd find someone else this quickly. Zoro: The hell do you mean? We just- oh for the love of... I mean we shared a bed, and I didn't even ask for it. We were in a shack in Ringo, which was pretty damn cold, and she was helping treat a nasty stab wound I got from Kid's buddy. I was trying to get some rest to help it heal, and I guess while I slept she draped her coat over me for a blanket and then went to sleep next to me to share body heat. We had that kid with the big eyes who laughed a lot with us too, and nothing lewd happened. I mean, she offered me her body, but I wasn't interested in that. Robin: Oh... I see. I'm sorry for getting so... worked up. I guess I just... Zoro: Thought I'd gotten laid with the first girl that offered? That's the pervy cook's thing. Robin: Well she is the Oiran of the Flower Capital. Zoro: Ah, so she's a professional at seduction and I'd be in an elite crowd for getting with her. I'm not into having sex for the glory. Robin: But this is the country your family descends from! Surely it reminded you of home, and you might have felt something special in the prospect of a woman who shares your culture?? *She's growing more exasperated, and hating the words even as she says them because they're justifying why he should be with another woman* Zoro: I never cared much about my village being founded by a Wano samurai, and I'm happy with the culture I'm part of now, being a pirate. Why do you actually care so much about this? Robin: Because clearly she loves you!! Zoro: *Sigh* Robin, I know she does. And it's flattering, she's a very pretty woman, but she's just not my type.

[siancore]

Pairing: Sarah Wilson x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Words: 4k+

Summary: Bucky and Sarah navigate their burgeoning relationship and remember how they used to be good at this relationship stuff.

AO3

“Sex can be good. Sex can be healthy. It can be fun.”

Dr. Raynor’s words still rang in Bucky’s head. The words she said to him after he had admitted that he wanted to start dating. That he wanted more intimate forms of human touch. That he was interested in exploring a sexual relationship with someone. Dr. Raynor had said those words to Bucky when he became doubtful of his own wishes. When he had said it was probably complicated in the current day and age. Her words came back to him as he walked hand-in-hand with Sarah up to her doorstep.

Sex was out of the question at that moment, he reminded himself. It was only their second official date. And Sarah probably wasn’t that interested in Bucky. She was probably just doing him a favor. Probably too sweet and kind to turn him down when he asked her out.

Bucky groaned internally and chided that voice in his head. Sarah may not like him as much as he liked her, but she liked him. He was not a charity case. She wanted to go out with him. She had agreed to the first date, and the second. She liked him. She did. She was still holding his hand – and staring at him under the porchlight, a somewhat amused grin on her pretty face.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost missed the little squeeze Sarah gave his hand.

“I had a great time,” she said, biting her lip.

Damn it.

His gaze fell to her mouth. Soft and inviting. She was so close he could lean down and kiss her. He could. If she wanted to. If she wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss her.

“Bucky?” Sarah asked, drawing him from his thoughts. “You okay? What’s on your mind?”

“Sorry,” he replied, almost sheepish. “Just thinkin’ about how it sure would be nice to kiss you.”

“Oh,” said Sarah, her eyes wide and that adorable smile gracing her lips.

“I mean, if that’s something you’d be interested in,” Bucky proffered, growing a little flustered. He remembered he used to be good at this. “Sorry, Sarah. I used to be good at this.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she said, inching closer. “You’re so cute and doing way better than I am. I don’t think I was ever good at this.”

They both shared a coy smile.

“I find that hard to believe,” he said, relaxing more. “You’ve had me charmed since the moment I met you.”

Sarah giggled. Actually giggled, and Bucky felt his tummy do a hundred somersaults.

“Stop,” she said playfully, swatting at his chest. He caught her hand gently in his and drew her closer.

“You’re so goddamn adorable, Sarah Wilson,” Bucky said as he stared into her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sarah replied, as she brought Bucky’s hands to rest at her waist. She draped her arms over his shoulders. “You gonna keep talking or kiss me?”

Bucky let out a little laugh before he pressed his lips to Sarah’s. In a split second, he thought his mind might have gone blank. That he may have forgotten how to kiss someone. Instead, he was focused on their kiss. He was focused on Sarah. She was sweet. She tasted of the mulled wine they had shared at dinner. She was so sweet for him. She melted against his body. Parted her lips for his tongue and lapped at it with her own. Threaded her fingers through his hair. She was so, so sweet for him. She let out a little moan when his hand cupped her backside and pulled her nearer.

Bucky needed her to be closer. He wanted to be enveloped by her. He wanted to be swallowed up by her. He wanted her. He wanted Sarah. God, he wanted her so much. He wanted to give himself to her. He would do anything she wanted in that moment. Anything.

He would – he. He.

Damn it, he was beyond aroused. He was straining the front of his jeans. He had to pull away.

Bucky broke their kiss. Sarah’s eyes opened, her pupils blown wide from desire, and she pouted. She pouted and Bucky wanted to push her against the wall and kiss that pout right off of her perfect lips. Instead, he fought to catch his breath. He caressed the side of her face. He stared wordlessly into her pretty brown eyes.

“Why’d you stop?” she asked in a whisper, her gaze falling to his lips.

“I don’t know,” Bucky replied in earnest. “Needed to catch my breath.”

He ran his thumb under Sarah’s chin and tilted her head up ever so slightly.

“You are literally breathtaking, Sarah Wilson.”

She smiled and blessed him with a coy little giggle.

“Is that all o’ that nineteen-forties charm I read about?”

“No, ma’am,” Bucky replied. “Just the truth about you. You’re a real Dollface, Sarah. Pretty as a picture.”

Sarah smiled brightly and placed both hands to Bucky’s chest, before saying, “You’re not so bad yourself.”

They shared another kiss before they were interrupted by Sam swinging the front door open, with a trash bag in his hand.

“Sam!” Sarah admonished as Bucky instinctively stepped away from her.

“Shit, sorry,” Sam offered sheepishly. “Didn’t hear y’all out here. I’ll just – yeah. I’ll leave this and come back for it later.”

Sam placed the trash down and went back inside. Sarah’s face was warm, and Bucky looked kind of mortified.

“I should go,” said Bucky as he ran a hand through his hair. “That was awkward.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No! No, don’t be sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Raincheck?” asked Sarah, her pout returning.

“Absolutely,” said Bucky as he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “Goodnight, Sarah.”

Sarah smiled at him sweetly and said, “Night, Bucky.”

xXxXx

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with sex. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with finding someone else after your husband’s gone. It’s a natural thing. Don’t you go and feel bad about it.”

Miss Pattie’s words rang in Sarah’s ears as she pushed the cart through the drug aisle of their local supermarket. AJ and Cass were skipping along ahead of her as she stopped at the section that housed the prophylactics. Sarah glanced around, self-conscious, as if she were a teenager, as she picked up a box of condoms and quickly examined it.

Oh Lord.

She hadn’t needed to do this in years. Why did it feel like a huge task? Was she jumping the gun? Sarah used to be good at this. She knew that she wanted to take things a step further with Bucky. She was certain that he wanted the same. But they hadn’t really spoken about it. About having sex.

Sarah hadn’t been with anyone since her late husband. She hadn’t wanted to be with anyone else until now. There was something about Bucky Barnes that endeared him to Sarah. Perhaps it was his caring nature. The way he was so honest about who he was, even if it hurt. How he was charming and funny. How he did not look at Sarah with that hint of pity that everyone else did, whether they meant to or not.

He just looked at her like he wanted her and everything that came with it.

Sarah smiled to herself at that thought. Bucky wanted her and she wanted him. She dropped a small box of condoms into the shopping cart and kept walking, biting back her smile of anticipation.

…..

Bucky was already at the Wilson residence while Sarah was getting AJ and Cass ready for their outing with Sam. Sam took the boys to a local old movie theatre at least once a month and they indulged in candy, popcorn, and films from yesteryear that the boys didn’t really have the chance to see. Tom Hanks’ Big was showing that evening and Sam was as excited as his nephews to be getting out of the house.

“Be good for Uncle Sam,” said Sarah as she fussed over her sons, fixing their clothing and straightening their glasses.

“Yes, ma’am,” both boys answered in unison.

“And Sam don’t go filling them up on too much sugar,” said Sarah as she moved on to fuss over Sam’s clothing by straightening his collar.  

Sam smoothed down Sarah’s hair, pressed a kiss to her brow, and said, “Yeah, yeah. Don’t you two go havin’ too much fun without us.”

Sam waggled his eyebrows at Sarah and earned himself a punch to his arm for his troubles.

…..

It was maddening, thought Sarah, as Bucky’s lips moved over her neck. The pleasant roughness of his stubble ghosted over by the heat of his breath and the softness of his lips. Eager pink lips pressed claiming kisses to Sarah’s skin. The swirl of his tongue tasting her and soothing where his teeth had been. Sarah’s head was spinning. Her sex was throbbing. Her body was alight. Her skin seared from Bucky’s attentions. He pulled her onto his lap, and she went without resistance. Straddling Bucky on the couch in the living room. Allowing him to suck love-bites onto her like she was a teenager again. She threaded her fingers through his hair and whispered incoherent praises that dissipated into the dimly lit night.

“You’re so beautiful, Sarah,” Bucky murmured close to her ear. “So goddamn beautiful.”

A delightful shiver quaked through her body and caused her breath to hitch. His lips moved from her ear, back to her neck, and then lower to her collarbone. Bucky’s right hand teetered at the hem of Sarah’s blouse before slipping underneath. His palm felt hot against her back. His hold was firm, keeping Sarah in place while he peppered kisses over her clavicle.

Sarah rolled her hips and brushed herself against Bucky’s arousal; his hardness pressed against where she was most soft. He let out a moan and ceased his attentions, resting his head against her shoulder.

She barely had the presence of mind to ask, “You okay?”

Bucky breathed against her skin and said, “Yeah. Yeah, just – shit.”

“Do you want to stop or?”

“No, Beautiful. I’m good. I just – I need a minute. Gettin’ too far ahead of myself. I need to calm down.”

“Oh,” said Sarah as she shifted from Bucky’s lap and slumped down next to him. “Sorry.”

“No, no. It’s not – it ain’t anything you’ve done wrong, Sarah,” he proffered sincerely as he reached over and took her hand. “I just. I feel like I’m gonna explode I want you so much.”

“You can have me,” she said, scarcely above a whisper. “You know that, right? I want you, too. You can have me if you want me.”

Bucky brought Sarah’s hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles.

“I do want you. I just wanna be able to take my time with you,” he admitted. “I haven’t been with anyone since – since before I went off to the War. I’m a little outta practice. I wanna show you a good time, Sarah. It’s what you deserve.”

Sarah nodded her head.

“I haven’t been with anyone since my late husband,” she explained; Bucky gave her hand a squeeze. “But I’m ready. I’m ready to be with you. Lord, I’m so ready. I want this. I want it with you, Bucky.”

He gave her a gentle smile and caressed her face.

“I want this with you, too,” he promised. “Just not like this. Not on your couch where Sam can burst in and catch us. I want to spend all night with you. Make love to you just how you need me to without us havin’ to watch the clock.  I – I just want it to be good for you.”

Sarah smiled, kissed his cheek, and then rested her head against his shoulder.

“I want it to be good for you, too,” she replied, holding his hand in hers.

“As long as it’s with you,” Bucky replied, giving her hand a squeeze. “I know it will be.”

…..

When Sam, AJ, and Cass returned home, they found Sarah and Bucky in the living room awash in the glow of light from the television. Bucky held a finger to his lips to ensure the Wilson brood were silent as they entered the space. His other hand was busy stroking Sarah’s hair as she slept soundly with her head resting in his lap.

 xXxXx

There was a lot of hustle and bustle happening around them as AJ showed Bucky videos on his device while Sarah explained to Cass again how long they would be gone for and when they’d be returning home. Sarah and Bucky were awaiting their flight to depart to Washington DC. Sam was being honored at a gala event, and his both of his plus ones decided to go with each other. Hence the reason Sarah, her children, Bucky, and her and Sam’s Titi were waiting. The boys were there to see their mother and Bucky off. They would be gone for a whole weekend. Sarah hadn’t had a whole weekend away from her children ever. She sat bouncing her knee nervously; Bucky placed a hand to her thigh in an attempt to calm her nerves.

She glanced at Bucky and gave him a sweet smile, before saying, “I’m just not used to sitting still.”

He smiled back at her and said, “I know.”

Then, he reached into his pocket to retrieve his wallet. He took out a crisp twenty-dollar bill and said, “Boys, why don’t you take your Ma to get something sweet to eat.”

Cass looked down at the note and said, “We’re gonna need more than that.”

Sarah went to chide her son, but Bucky waved it off and retrieved another twenty. Both boys took a bill each and then pulled their mother to her feet.

“Thank you,” said Sarah as she leaned down and pecked Bucky’s lips with hers before Cass and AJ dragged her away in search of candy.

“Oh, now aren’t your kids just the cutest,” said the elderly woman who was seated across from Bucky at the airport. “Your family is beautiful.”

He smiled widely at her (while not bothering to make the correction), looked out after Sarah and the boys, and said, “They sure are.”

The sense of pride that welled inside of Bucky’s chest at the notion of people thinking Sarah was his wife, and her sons were his sons, made Bucky feel all nice and warm. He could get used to it.

xXxXx

The gala went off without a hitch. Sam charmed everyone and spoke about the importance of hearing the voices of people whose voices have generally been silenced, erased, or ignored. Sarah was on his arm for most of the evening being introduced to so many people she couldn’t even remember their names. Bucky was nearby, alert, and ready for if something was to go wrong.

“You’re glaring,” said Sarah as she sidled up to Bucky; his face immediately brightened as he took her hand and appraised her outfit once again.

“And you’re stunning,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

“Don’t change the subject,” said Sarah as she leaned into Bucky’s embrace. “Why the long face?”

“Sorry,” he said.

“No need for apologies. If you’re not having a good time, we can leave.”

“Just not used to this many people in a social situation.”

“Okay, then, let’s leave.”

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck and said, “What about Sam?”

“Sam can take care of himself,” said Sarah with a smile. “Plus, Joaquín looks like he’s ready to fight anyone who even looks at Sam.”

They each let out a giggle at that observation before Bucky nodded his head and said, “Okay.”

…

Sarah and Bucky stood in the elevator, hand-in-hand, before Sarah spoke up.

“So, my room or yours?”

Bucky’s skin flushed warm. He knew that they had spoken about spending the night together, he just couldn’t believe they were so close to it all happening.

“Yours,” he replied, giving her knuckles a kiss. “I’ll just – ah, go back to my room first to get outta this goddamn penguin suit.”

“Okay,” said Sarah as she peered at their reflection in the mirrored panel. “You look great, though.”

Bucky smiled and said, “You may have mentioned it once or twice. But you, wow. You’re beautiful.”

“You’re biased.”

“Can you blame me?”

The elevator dinged to interrupt their flirting and let them know they had arrived on their floor. Bucky gestured for Sarah to exit first, and followed behind her.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” said Sarah before handing Bucky her spare key. “See you soon.”

“Yeah,” he replied before pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Soon.”

…..

Sarah sat on top of the bed with butterflies swooping around inside of her tummy. She didn’t know why she was feeling so nervous. She and Bucky had been dating for a while. Sure, they hadn’t found the time to take their intimacy to the next level, but they had still shared intimate moments.

Sarah was about to bite her thumbnail when she heard the soft rapping at her door. Her heart beat faster in her chest and her stomach did a few more flips. She slid from the bed and padded over to the door. When she opened it, Bucky was standing there wearing a confident smile. He made her feel at ease. They shared a quick kiss before she let him in and closed the door behind him.

“You look lovely,” said Bucky as he made his way over to the chair and sat down.

“Thank you,” she replied, feeling somewhat giddy.

“Nice shower?”

“Oh, yeah. The water pressure,” said Sarah with a wide beam as she sat on the bed. “Made me wanna cry it was so good.”

Bucky let out a little chortle and then smiled at Sarah. He placed his hands in his lap and said, “Good. I’m glad.”

Sarah dipped her head and looked up at Bucky through her pretty lashes as she tucked a stray twist behind her ear. He kept his eyes on her and Sarah’s skin felt warm from Bucky’s gaze.

“So,” she said, biting her lip.

“So,” he replied, staring into her soul.

“You gonna move a little closer or?”

“Absolutely,” Bucky replied as he stood and made his way over to where Sarah was seated.

She turned to face him, and he brought his hand up to sweep her hair away from her face.

“Hey,” Bucky whispered.

“Hey,” Sarah replied, just as softly.

“You sure you’re ready to do this?” asked Bucky while stroking the side of Sarah’s face.

“I’m sure,” she replied as she turned to place a kiss to Bucky’s palm. “Are you?”

“Yes,” he said before leaning in to peck a kiss to her lips. “I’m certain.”

…..

The dim lighting of the room cast shadows over Sarah and Bucky’s forms. They lay together in the soft light caressing one another. Lips pressed firmly together, eager, and full of need. Warm breath a sweet mélange against heated skin. Fingers testing and teasing; stripping garments from one another’s pliant bodies. Limbs tangled together. Smiles in between kisses.

Bucky kissed along Sarah’s neck, sucking love-bites as he went. She tilted her head to the side to afford him better access. He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, and she let out a moan. He cursed out loud at the sound that escaped her lips. They shared another kiss, claiming and somewhat desperate. Bucky shifted so that he was hovering over Sarah; his tags swung and tapped against her chin.

“Sorry,” said a breathless Bucky as he pecked a kiss to her chin and then pushed back so that he was kneeling.

“It’s okay,” Sarah replied as she leaned up on her elbows and let her gaze roam over Bucky’s bare chest and abs; she watched him remove the chain which held his tags and then place them aside. “You’re so fine.”

“Uh?”

“You,” said Sarah, reaching her hand out to press against Bucky’s chest. “You’re so fine I cannot even deal.”

He let out a little coy laugh and said, “Sugar, you’re one to talk.  I mean, look at you: Fuckin’ beautiful.”

Bucky gestured towards Sarah, laid out and gorgeous in her nightdress. She blessed him with a smile before he leaned down and covered her body with his. Their kiss was deep, slow, and sensuous. Sarah’s hands found their way into Bucky’s short hair. She gripped tightly as he kissed his way from her lips to her neck and then further down.

Bucky pulled the thin strap of Sarah’s nightdress down off of her shoulder and pressed his lips to her collarbone before cupping her breast with his right hand. He stopped to take in the sight of Sarah for a brief moment, admiring the way their contrasting skin tones looked strikingly gorgeous together.

“You’re perfect, Sarah,” Bucky whispered before kissing her once more. “So perfect.”

…..

Sarah’s head was swimming from the way it felt to have Bucky’s weight on top of her; his lips and tongue lapping at her; his hands and fingers teasing her. If it had been a long while since Bucky had done anything like that, she could not tell. His thumb was strumming her sensitive bud as he dipped his fingers in and out of her swollen folds. Sarah gripped Bucky’s forearm as she felt heat swirl around her center.

“Hmmm,” she moaned as Bucky brought her closer to her climax.

He smiled and pressed a kiss to her jaw before continuing his attentions. Bucky withdrew his fingers and rubbed Sarah’s nectar into her pulsing clit. She bucked her hips and came with a loud moan and shaky breath.

…..

Bucky had barely let Sarah come down from the highs of her orgasm before he fervently rubbed out another. Her body was shaking with pleasure. He was almost vibrating himself with anticipation and need. Sarah caught her breath and then caught Bucky’s lips in a messy kiss. She reached between their bodies and took hold of his straining arousal; giving him a few strokes up and down his length.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathed out against Sarah’s lips. “Sugarplum, that’s so – ah, so good.”

“I want you,” she replied, strumming him deftly. “Want you so bad.”

“I want you, too,” said Bucky as they shared another messy kiss. “Just gotta – fuck, hold on. Sar, hold on, Baby.”

Sarah let out a little whine as Bucky drew back. She gave him a pouty look that almost made him come right then and there. He found the condom that he had placed on the bed, tore it open, and proceeded to roll it down his length. Sarah watched him all the while, her eyes dark with desire.

Bucky settled in between her legs and said, “You ready?”

“Yeah,” said Sarah, parting her thighs further for him.

Bucky kissed the corner of Sarah’s mouth and lined himself up at her entrance. He stared into her eyes as he slid his hard thickness into her warm softness. They each let out a pleasured moan as Bucky’s length was fully enveloped by Sarah’s heat.

“Is that okay?” asked Bucky, fighting to keep his eyes open.

“Yes,” Sarah replied. “It’s good, Buck. So good.”

They kissed once more before Bucky began to roll his hips, slipping and out, over and over again. Sarah wrapped her legs around his waist and allowed herself to grow accustomed to the sensation of being filled by him and his virile length. Bucky relished in the glide of his hardness being sheathed by Sarah’s tightness. She clenched around him and he all but growled into her parted lips.

“Sarah,” he whispered, voice low and laced with desire. “God, Sarah.”

Bucky’s thrusts grew more fervent, urged on by his lover’s pleasured cries as he struck against her spot. Sarah dug her fingernails into Bucky’s back as she held him, wanting more and more from him. He surrendered himself and gave Sarah what she wanted. Bucky gave her what she needed: Deep strokes and attentive kisses. Whispered praise and carnal delights.

Time seemed to fall away as the pair of lovers gave and received pleasure. As they chased their release and focused their attentions on the other. Despite the coolness of the room, both Sarah and Bucky were covered in a sheen of sweat. Their body heat radiating from each other. Their breaths warming their skin.

Bucky pressed a claiming kiss to Sarah’s lips as he rammed himself into her with urgency. He could feel his release quickly approaching. She felt too good. She felt unreal. He wanted her to feel all of the goodness that he was feeling in that moment. He reached his hand down to her pulsing bud and stroked it with his thumb. After a beat, Sarah let out a delighted cry and clenched around him. Bucky hooked her leg up and drove himself deeper.

“Oh, God. Right there,” said Sarah as she closed her eyes. “Right. There.”

Bucky continued his ministrations, drawing both himself and Sarah nearer to their climax. Bucky’s deft thrusts brought Sarah to the height of her pleasure. She let out a breathy moan as she reached her orgasm. Bucky kissed her lips and fucked her through it. His climax followed soon thereafter. They shared another kiss, and the held one another while letting out the most joyful, satiated laughs.

“Oh my God,” said Sarah as she fought to catch her breath.

“My thoughts exactly,” Bucky replied, as he withdrew himself, discarded the condom, and pulled Sarah into hug.

“Why did we wait so long to do that?” asked Sarah as she ran her hand over Bucky’s sweat-covered chest.

“I don’t know,” he replied, pressing a kiss to thee top of her head. “Somethin’ about worrying if we would still be ‘good’ at it.”

“Well, you were amazing,” said Sarah as she nuzzled closer to Bucky.

“You were mind-blowing,” said Bucky while he threaded their fingers together. “Perfect.”

…..

Sarah used to be good at this. She remembered as much. What she maybe didn’t realize was that she would get another chance at it. As she laid next to the man who she could see herself having a real second chance with, she realized it was better than good. It was great. Beautiful Bucky. Kind, caring, protective Bucky. She trusted him with her body, her heart, and her soul.

Bucky used to be good at this. He remembered as much. What he didn’t remember was it feeling that good. Great, actually. How great it felt to be there with Sarah, whom he would give everything to. Whatever it is that she wanted. His beautiful Sarah. His sweet, sweet Sarah, who could take his body and his heart. His lovely Sarah, who could have his soul.

They both used to be good at this, but now they know that they are great together.

[twelverriver]

Okay, all those little touch prompts are just so damn cute and it’s hard to pick one! So could you pretty please pick one for me + Wesley/Lilah??

<3

28. feeling for each other in the dark / 55. tracing the lines on the other’s hand.

used a numbers generator and it gave me these two numbers! hope you like this <3 it reminded me again how much i love these two!! putting this under a read more here already <3

also on ao3 now!

when lilah returned to her apartment, the electricity was still out from the beast's attack and it's gotten dark. she got in her apartment with great difficulty, one hand trying to turn the key, the other holding her wounded side. her mind was wretchedly empty, her only thought focusing on the first-aid kit that was stored in her bathroom. Though when she tried to make her way across her apartment, there was a knock at her door. She opened it, against her better judgement, and found precisely the last person she thought would be standing at her door: Wesley.

"Now what? Come to finish me off, lover?", she asked roughly, his behaviour from earlier still on her mind.

He just stared at her, then gestured to be let in.

"Let me..."

She left her door open, really beyond caring for anything he had to say or do now after the day from literal hell that's been clawing her out. It chewed her up and spit her out, and no fancy office or seeing Wesley back in her apartment when he swore he never would be could fix that. She made her way over to the bathroom, when he touched her elbow and looked at her.

"Sit down on the bed. I'll get it."

"You don't even know where it is.", she argued.

He turned around to roll his eyes. It was barely noticable in the dark, but the annoyed look on his face was something she memorized, something she could recognize even with the bare light of the moon.

He returned a minute later, successfully with the kit in his hand.

"Will you finally sit down?", he asked, now exasperated.

Lilah finally sat down on the bed, walking slowly so she didn't walk into anything on the way. When she sat down, Wesley took place in front of her, motioning for he to lift up her shirt. Something about the position of him right in front of her, instead of on the bed next to her made her feel the intimacy of the situation. She lifted up her shirt, trying to slip out of it, but her body protested.

She caught Wesley's look, and nodded once, before he lifted the shirt off her, being careful of her wounds that were on her whole torso. He started washing off the blood that stuck to her like a second skin, and instead of feeling more comfortable, she felt like he was removing her battle armor with every spot of blood he removed from her ribs. They sat in silence for a while, until he stopped washing and applying bandages to her tortured skin. Then, letting off from her ribs, he drew up a line from there to her shoulders and back down to her hands, almost as if... a more romantic person would've said he wanted to ensure himself that she was safe, but lilah knew the extent of their arrangement. whatever she felt for him was of no regard and better off without mention. not wanting to show off more of her vulnerability than she had already offered today, she tensed underneath his touch. Wesley began tracing lines on her hand, keeping his gaze there even though she knew he couldn't make out much of anything, less of all her the form of her hand in the dark, but eventually, she did relax again. in the darkness, she felt like she didn't have to keep as tight a mask on as usual, could allow herself a moment of simply being touched and not having to deal with what it meant or how people perceived her. Wesley already knew she was tough as nails and he's seen her at her worst today (the less thought about that, the better), so she just stopped trying to school her expression in any form of a mask, and just let the day's emotions be. She sighed quietly, then looked back down to him.

"Why are you here?"

He didn't reply, but after a few moments, got up and got close to her again. Wesley gently put his hands on her cheeks, then they kissed again. It was gone before she could could reply, him closing his eyes and leaning his forehead against hers. He remained like that for a while, just listening to each other breathe in the dark, take a moment in the city's chaos for themselves, then he held his lips to her forehead and took a step back.

"I meant it. You should hide.", Wesley let go of her hand, then left her apartment.

[monocytogenes]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @theluckywizard!

This is from the same WIP I referenced last time, where Pravin and Theron are working together; since this is loosely based on SoR, Theron's been disavowed by SIS and had a notice put out for his arrest. Here, Pravin realizes something's off while they're sharing intel at a diner and gets the better of an assailant.

Fun fact: I wrote this before recently reading Annihilation and was like "omg, Drew Karpyshyn and I were on the same wavelength here" so. Backstory shoutout!

“You know what that reminds me of? This story—” He passed the device to Theron, who skimmed the onscreen message. I’ll leave first. Wait, then go. Find an isolated area; I’ll have eyes on you. “Yeah, where they tried to pin it on the Exchange!” he exclaimed, pretending to scroll. “Shit, that was huge. The rumors going around—” They coordinated with ease—Pravin claimed to have an upcoming business meeting, departing in good cheer, and Theron poked idly at his datapad for a few minutes before following suit. He strolled past a windowed storefront, weaving between two twi’leks and a gran, and thought he saw a tailing figure in the reflection, a murky smear set against flickering neon. Resisting the urge to look back, he walked a few blocks, then ducked into an alley, stepping across rusted junk and an overturned trash can, making a show of fumbling in his jacket as though to place a call. A memory rose to mind: a miscommunication-induced fight with a fellow agent in a similar, stinking alley. He’d gotten distracted, bickering with Trant; hadn’t heard the agent approach. The crunch of a footstep—he spun— With a yelp, the falleen from the diner crumpled, body jerking uncontrollably. Pravin watched her convulse on the pavement for a moment, the stun pulse arcing through her limbs, then, when she’d gone still, bent and withdrew his knife, clicking it off and wiping green blood from the blade onto her leggings. Theron rushed to his side. “One of yours?” Pravin asked, as Theron took a knee. Theron scooped up a holdout blaster from where it’d tumbled from her hand and looked it over. He recognized the model—the sort of thing SIS gave to undercovers as a concealable weapon. Nodding, he gazed up at Pravin in surprise. “How’d you clock her?” “Saw her staring at you, and she was eating steak with a fork. Locals eat it with their hands.” “Damn,” he said, genuinely. “Great catch.” “It’s called ‘being observant’ and ‘using your brain’; things you ought to start doing.” Pravin reached down to rifle through her pockets, withdrawing a wallet and peering at a stack of credit chips. “Things she ought to do as well. Carrying five hundred unsecured credits is an excellent way to invite a mugging.” “Oh, look at that.” Theron snatched it from him. “My unused PTO.” “Congratulations,” Pravin deadpanned, hooking his arms beneath the woman’s shoulders. “Now, help me move her.”

[an-aura-about-you]

let's see if I can fit in a chapter of Handbook for Mortals before work

Chapter 9:

when we last left our hero, Scheherazade had just assaulted a teenage girl at the mall. I'm not joking. also I end up being better at cartomancy than either Zade or the author without trying all that hard.

moving on now to Chapter 9: Temperance

-this entire chapter is a 10 page long italics scene. which means the author, who chose to write this book in the first person, spends an entire chapter where she couldn't keep that up.

-it's all the guys at work. that's our setup, but the author feels the need to go through the entire roll call.

-remember that birthday party a few chapters ago? the guy who had the birthday, Drew, is finally a character. and he's basically here for the other guys to pick on because he's not as handsome or talented. geez.

-we also get some Sofia bashing because she's complained that her mic is shocking her. considering the traumatic experience she went through that was connected to a technical malfunction, I don't blame her in the slightest. even if it was just her imagination and the mic is fine, I'm so pissed off that they're not taking her concerns seriously.

-one of the ways they dismiss this is by saying Sofia probably just wants some attention. I'm sorry, but that really pisses me off nowadays. if a person wants attention, it might be a good idea to figure out why that is. given that no one, and I mean no one, not even her boyfriend, has validated her trauma from her accident that, might I remind you, involved her falling from 50 feet up AND drowning in a pool, I'd say yeah, she NEEDS some proper attention.

-the whole reason this chapter is in full italics is so Zade can walk by and all the boys can stare at her. I'm not kidding. look at this:

Zade walked by on her way to the main stage, moving too quickly to notice the group of men who had all stopped to stare at her.

and

"God, that girl is beautiful! It's beyond that, there is something unique and special about her."

this chapter is the most blatant evidence of everyone's critiques on Zade as a character. this chapter, as far as I can tell, only exists for us to see the other characters talk about how amazing Zade is. this isn't a story, it's a script for Zade's wingman.

-Mac's thoughts reveal that he and Zade are pseudo-sneaking around. they're seeing each other but not calling it dating and have an unspoken agreement not to tell their coworkers.

-ok so I was gonna go up to bat for Drew but the first sentence out of his mouth after wondering aloud if Zade is single is a blanket statement about how girls always gush when they're into a guy.

-throwing a red flag up for Mac for use of the word "females" when talking about dating.

-ok so Drew may suck a little but you guys need to stop bullying him. I don't know if he's my kind of charming, but y'all are assholes for calling him charmless.

-"It's not game just 'cause women actually like me." holy shit Cam that's an asshole move.

-"She's the kind you want to marry, not just use to get laid." really, Jackson? the way everyone talks about commitment in this book is giving me hives.

-time for another round of When Is This Story Set? Mac shuts down a non-joke with a reference to the Matt Foley character from Saturday Night Live played by the late Chris Farley. the last time this character appeared on SNL was 1997, which means any timeliness about the joke probably ended at around the turn of the millennium.

-Jackson needling Mac is a nice change of pace, but I'm taking points off for seriously using the phrase "all's fair in love and war" twice on the same damn page.

-also Jackson knows and owns the fact that he's pretty. I can get behind that.

-then after this Mac and Tad take a dinner break to talk about Zade because it's not like there's anything else we could be doing.

-so Mac and Zade had this unspoken agreement not to blab to coworkers and Mac breaks it to spill the beans to Tad in the very same chapter he says they have it?

-the last page of the chapter switches gears back to bashing Sofia, and Tad and Mac talk about how she should be more grateful to Zade for saving her life. Tad straight up says that would require her acting like a human being for once, and I'm over here like, "maybe she'd act like a human being if someone in this goddamn theater TREATED her like one!!!!!"

so now we've had two chapters in a row with attacks on women who have dared to badmouth Zade: a physical assault at the end of chapter 8 and this badmouthing Sofia behind her back at the end of chapter 9. what a bitter fucking book. it's like the literary version of Zade's need to get the last word in.

[arcanarix]

all talk, no game. || DREW X MAY / SHUUKURA

cw // it's been a long time since i thought of these two. literally my first real fandom ship--contestshipping! brings back so many wonderful childhood memories. <3

ao3 || ffn

Drew has never admitted to being a perfect creature (yes he has), so yes, he has a few drawbacks and vices here and there. For one, even he has had a rocky beginning to his coordinating career. Soledad never fails to remind him of that, just to keep him a little humble.

For the sake of another example, he's not great with crowds in spite of how well he composes himself on stage. His stage persona versus his true persona are completely removed from each other. He hates crowds--absolutely detests them.

Oh yeah, another vice--he's bad at conversation. He may act like he's this cool drink of water, but that's just socialite conditioning from having a brilliantly privileged background. That's all essentially a requirement, along with ballroom dancing lessons and vocal lessons and all that other upper-upper class BS. Without that to cushion his otherwise full-on awkwardness, he's just like any other troubled teenager.

Harley does love to troll him about that, too.

"Say, when are you going to stop dicking around and do something about your feelings for our precious gingerbread cookie?" Harley confronts him, each and every damn day at this point. he's lost the record, not that he keeps track. It’s become so normalized it's not necessary. It’s the first question before "how many ribbons do you have" or "how have you been?"

Gingerbread cookie? Drew has forgone commenting on Harley's quirky nicknames for them a long time ago. for soledad lately it's been 'pinky pie.' or 'my little ponyta.' For him? Eh . . . a little less flattering. He’s been fond of calling him anDICK. AnDICK Gayden. Because he's the pinnacle of maturity.

He's also one to talk, considering his own orientation Harley's loud and proud about, which Drew commends him for actually. It's never been a secret of course, given his entire brand . . .

"Who says I have feelings for her?" Drew counters, although everyone knows what reaction he's going to be met with after asking that--

"--literally everyone," Soledad cuts in, sliding into their table with her own tray of a bountiful breakfast. "Good morning, guys. I see you started breakfast without me or may."

"You guys take forever, snickerdoodle," Harley sighs, "Besides, you're not missing out on much. Drew's just about to admit that he radiates small dick energy hence my favorite nickname for him--!"

"--Harley," Soledad groans, "you don't need to tell us the origin of that name, thanks. it's not even that creative."

Harley gasps theatrically. "Hey!"

"Is May up yet? The Pokemon Contest starts . . ." Drew glances at the clock. "Oh, never mind. We have plenty of time. It gives us time to prep and perfect our routines a bit more. I guess I didn't realize how early it was. Especially for someone who likes to sleep in like May.”

"Do you want me to go get her, if you're getting antsy?" Soledad teases.

Drew fails to conceal that brilliant rosy blush on his face. He hates how easily he's read by everyone in this room--which right now is just them and Nurse Joy and her blissey.

"No, she deserves rest. She's been working hard, you know."

"Awwww, look at Andick all fawning over her and giving her credit where credit is due,'' Harley gushes while wraggling those caterpie eyebrows of his.

"Shut up!"

"But he does bring up a good icebreaker, Drew," Soledad admits as she bites down on her bagel, filled to the brim with cream cheese. how she keeps her figure so slim in spite of her dietary choices, the world may never know. "I know we poke and prod all the time, but watching you trip over her is starting to get . . . well, old. Do something about it. We're here to support you, you know."

"Well I appreciate that, but I don't think there's any rush. As much as I love and respect her, I doubt she's even noticed," Drew laments, "and I've been dropping tons of hints."

"The roses? That's not enough!" Soledad swears this is all hopeless but she's trying for him. "Drop stronger hints."

"What's stronger than friggin' red roses? A kiss on the hand or forehead?"

"That's . . . a bit bold, but you can try. I doubt she'd shy away."

"I don't know soledad. Many girls may flock to me but I don't know how to talk to girls. at all."

"We know," Harley and Soledad say in unison.

"Believe us, we know, we watch you interact with May," Harley goes on, "And she's the easiest person to talk to in the world, honestly."

"Awww, now look who's getting all sentimental about may," Soledad teases with a grin.

"Shut up," Harley huffs, "I'm just saying that she’s come to mean a lot to me."

“We all share that sentiment about her. I never had many girl friends, so it’s nice to have one.”

“But back to the main and the only interesting topic of discussion, how the hell is Drew going to make the move?”

“He did claim he was going to make the bold move and kiss her.”

“On the HAND, Soledad.”

“But what if May finds that weird? All Drew ever is is mean to her most of the time–!”

“--He’s living up to the classic ‘he’s mean to you because he likes you’ bullshit. Which, by the way Drew, what in Mew made you believe that’s the best approach–?” 

“I–!” Drew’s about to defend himself, because where in Mew’s name does he deserve all of this slander and roasting. They continue for much longer and he’ll become a cooked staraptor. 

“Okay, okay, look. I get it! I get it alright.” He tosses his hands up in the air nin defeat. “I’m all talk, no game. It’s just I don’t want to compromise anything between May and I. She’s become more than my rival in many obvious ways. I just never expected my feelings for her to be this strong after all of this time. We’re roaming through the Unova region, and at each contest I enter, I hope to see her. She’s a bright, bubbly person. A big ball of sunshine. She illuminates my entire life. She’s skilled, even if I won’t admit that to her face literally ever. I might subtly point it out though. It’s just, we’re friends now, and I don’t want her to get the idea I became her friend just because I had feelings for her because that’s not true and–!” 

Harley raises an eyebrow with a little smirk playing on his lips. Soledad seems to be making an expression that tells him to slow down and maybe cease all talking unless he wants to make a fool of himself. 

May’s standing there, with her classic dumbfounded, puppy-like expression. She’s just rolled out of bed, and she’s ditched the bandana today to let her natural glossy hair flow. She’s got her tray of breakfast gripped in her hands. 

“--she’s standing right behind me, isn’t she?” Drew finishes. 

“I didn’t realize it was May Appreciation Day,” she chuckles as she joins them at the booth, sliding in next to Drew. “Just because I’m here doesn’t mean you should stop singing praises to me, though.”

Oh Drew does concur.

“I think I should stop, otherwise it’ll inflate your already oversized head. You don’t want to get as egotistical as me, hm?” 

“It was so much more than just him singing praises to you, May,” Soledad chimes in with an amused twinkle in her eyes. 

“Yeah, if you were here just moments earlier–!” Drew mimes slicing his throat with his finger, and Harley shrugs. 

“--anyway, we should finish up and get ready to head to the Contest Hall. Can’t leave our fans waiting~” Harley sings. 

“You have fans?” Drew deadpans, to which May quips, “All of us do, Drew.”

They finish their breakfast together, and just as Drew tosses his leftovers away Harley approaches him and whispers in his ear. 

“You really are all talk and no game. Otherwise, you’d have fessed up like a man back there.”

Harley returns to the booth, and Drew stands there before placing his empty tray on top of the trash bin. He hates that he’s been roasted yet again by Harley, but he has a point. 

From his spot, he watches as May and Soledad exchange a conversation he can’t make out, focusing on the way her eyes crinkle a little when she smiles that big and wide. Even if she’s not a morning lark, she still has that bucket of pep to offer when she blesses anyone with her presence.

Drew stuffs his hands into his pockets, debating whether to leave first and have them meet him at the Contest Hall. He . . . is due for some self reflection and accountability. 

He steals another glance of her when he hears her adorable giggle, this time at something Harley says, it looks like. 

One day, he’s definitely going to tell her. 

Just maybe not today.

[celestial-thoughts]

you drew stars around my scars

Pairing: Bayley x Dakota Kai

Word count: 1.6k

Set after the 04/17/23 episode of Raw. Some angst and self-hatred, plenty of fluff and comfort. One (1) hint at a praise kink, but nothing even remotely spicy happens anywhere in this fic. Based on this idea that my lovely prism trap anon shared.

Her first singles match in five months. Against the Raw Women's Champion. So much has changed since the last time Dakota and Bianca stood across the ring from each other, one on one.

But some things just stay the same. Once again, Dakota has failed to capitalize on an opportunity. This time, however, it hurts so much more. The look on Bayley's face as Dakota rolls out of the ring reminds her that she's failed. Bayley fought so hard for her to get this match against Bianca, and she couldn't get the job done.

Bayley just holds Dakota's head to her chest. She wants to speak, but she knows that she can't. Not here, in front of the cameras. So instead, she helps Dakota up the ramp, Iyo following behind as she stares the champion down.

The next couple of hours are a blur. Dakota manages to pull herself from her spiraling thoughts long enough to get through their backstage segment. She nearly bursts into tears as she speaks, but manages to regain her composure when she turns to Iyo. Passionately tells her tag team partner that she has to be the one to beat Bianca.

They bring her to the trainer's room to get ice and checked out. Bayley tells Iyo to stay with Dakota, before giving Dakota's hand a squeeze and slipping out of the room. Dakota doesn't say a word aside from answering the questions that the medical team asks her.

Eventually, Bayley returns with all three of their belongings, and the medical staff tell Dakota that she's free to go back to the hotel. Bayley is adamant that she's going to drive, until they pass Candice gathering her things to leave.

Candice takes one look at the trio, and holds out her hand to Bayley. "Give me the keys," she says. Bayley opens her mouth to protest, but Candice doesn't let her get that far. "You're far too worried about Dakota to drive safely and we both know it. I'm already going back to the hotel anyways. Now stop being stubborn and give me the damn keys." Candice is so fiercely protective of Dakota, almost as much as Bayley is. So Bayley drops the keys to the rental car into Candice's open palm.

Sometime between Bayley handing Candice the keys and when they reach the exit of the arena, Asuka pulls Iyo away from the group, saying something about going out to eat. At some point, Mia falls in step with them.

Which is how they find themselves in a rental car, driving through the streets of Little Rock, Arkansas. Candice drives and Mia sits shotgun, and they make small talk in low voices. In the backseat, Bayley holds Dakota's hand and strokes her hair. Even without words, Bayley knows just how to comfort Dakota.

When they arrive at the hotel, Bayley takes both her own bag and Dakota's. Dakota starts to protest, saying she can carry her own stuff. But Mia is right there with pictures of her dogs, and the two former roommates walk into the hotel side by side.

Bayley and Candice walk a few paces behind, watching their tag team partners obsess over their pets. They don’t say a word to each other until they’re halfway across the hotel lobby, on their way to meet Dakota and Mia by the elevators.

“Hey,” Candice says as she stops walking, putting a hand on Bayley’s shoulder. ”Take care of her, okay? Make sure she knows how loved she is.”

“I will,” Bayley promises. “Don’t you worry, cupcake. I’ll take care of her.”

Candice rolls her eyes at the nickname, but smiles nonetheless. “Thank you,” she says, giving Bayley’s shoulder a squeeze before letting go of her. They reach the elevators, and Candice hands Bayley the keys to the rental car.

Dakota is silent during the short elevator ride up to their floor. Bayley can see her fighting back tears, her hands shaking. They reach their room, and Bayley swipes her key to unlock the door. She sets down the bags in her hands as the door closes behind Dakota.

Suddenly, a sound escapes Dakota's mouth, a sob that jolts her body. She feels her legs give out beneath her. She's expecting to hit the carpeted floor of the hotel room, but the impact never comes. Instead, she feels Bayley's strong arms holding her up, not letting her fall. Dakota lets out another choking sob, and all she can think about is how much she hates this, hates herself.

"You're okay baby," Bayley whispers, her voice soft and soothing in Dakota's ear. She wraps her arms around the smaller girl's body, holding her close.

Dakota buries her face in Bayley's shoulder. Her entire body is shaking now, and she's crying uncontrollably and she wants to stop but she can't.

"It's alright, I've got you. Just let it all out." Bayley says, continuing to whisper soft words of encouragement and reassurance, holding Dakota tight in her arms until she is no longer crying.

With slow, careful movements, Bayley manages to guide her into the bathroom. She strips Dakota of her ring gear, and gently helps her into the shower. She gets Dakota washed up, drying her off with a towel before dressing her in warm pajama pants and one of Bayley's sweatshirts. Dakota is silent. Her eyes don't focus on anything, and she barely registers what is happening.

Finally, after what feels like hours, she pulls herself out of her own head, realizing that she's crying again. She doesn't know when it started, but silent tears roll down her face, and she finally manages to choke out the two words that she has wanted to say since the match ended.

“I’m sorry,” Dakota whispers, her voice as unsteady and weak as she feels.

Bayley reaches out and wipes away the tears on Dakota’s cheeks. “Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for,” she insists.

Dakota shakes her head. “I let you down,” she says, fresh tears filling her eyes.

“Oh Kota,” Bayley whispers, pulling her sweet girl close to her, holding Dakota’s head against her chest in the same way that she did after the match. “You could never let me down,” she says, stroking Dakota’s cotton candy pink hair. “I’m so proud of you baby. Win, lose, or draw. I’ll always be proud of you.”

"But you shouldn't be," Dakota whimpers. "I failed, Bayley. I had a chance and I failed. Just like I've failed at every other opportunity I've been given."

Bayley feels her heart break a little at Dakota's words, and she wants so badly to interject, to tell Dakota how wrong she is. But she knows that Dakota has to get whatever she's feeling in this moment off her chest.

"You shouldn't have chosen me to return with you," Dakota continues, tears still falling. "You should have chosen Mia, or Candice, or Tegan. I'm the dead weight, I'm the reason we keep losing."

"No." The single word bursts from Bayley's lips, and her voice is more aggressive than she had intended. She takes a deep breath, softening her tone before she speaks again. "Listen to me," she says. Dakota lifts her head from Bayley's chest, slowly meeting her girlfriend's eyes. "You are not a failure. You are not dead weight. I chose you to return with me at SummerSlam, because I saw the things in you that everyone else didn't see. And I have never once regretted my choice."

Slowly, she guides her over to the bed, sitting down and pulling Dakota onto her lap. "You are worth so much more than you know," Bayley continues, running her fingers through Dakota's hair, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Dakota lets out a flustered whine, burying her face in the crook of Bayley's neck as a blush fills her cheeks. She's never been particularly good at receiving compliments. "You're just saying that because you feel bad for me," she protests, her words muffled but still clear enough for Bayley to hear.

"I'm saying it because it's true," Bayley insists. She gently lifts Dakota's head from her neck, taking her flushed face in her hands. "You are my everything, Kota. You are my entire world."

Bayley can see the doubt in Dakota's eyes, and she knows that her sweet girl is trying to fight it, that she doesn't believe what Bayley is saying. She knows that Dakota spent so many months hearing those same words from past tag team partners, only to have it all come crumbling down every time.

So she takes it one step further, pulling Dakota's face closer to her own, until their foreheads are touching. "You are my princess. My king. My warrior." As she speaks, her voice low and soft, Bayley can feel Dakota starting to melt into her touch. "You're the light of my life," she continues. "You're my good girl."

It's those two words that finally break through the negative thoughts that have been playing on a loop in Dakota's head. "Even though I lost?" she asks, her voice small, still not fully believing the words that she's hearing.

"Always," Bayley says, brushing a piece of hair away from Dakota's face. "No matter what happens."

Dakota curls into herself, resting her head on Bayley's chest. "Thank you," she whispers, just loud enough for Bayley to hear. "I don't know what I would do without you."

"Well," Bayley says, leaning down to kiss the top of Dakota's head. "You'll never have to find out. I'll always be right by your side."

Dakota looks up to meet Bayley's eyes. "Promise?" she asks.

Bayley smiles down at her girl. "Promise," she says, and Dakota knows that she isn't lying.

She's going to be okay.

[b0nelessdoodles]

Art Summary 2023

shoutout to the one month were i drew fanart and then everything else was just dnd content again lmao (also shoutout to me being late to posting this haaaaa)

2023 wasn't the best year for me personally. between money problems and job searching, health issues, mental health issues, unintentional discomfort at my new job, and the overall issues of the world it just hasn't been great and I felt it heavily in my creativity. I never really had any creative highs this year outside of artfight (and even then i felt like i didn't do well) which only fed into some of the issues I was having.

But looking back I am really happy with most of what I made! Sure I didn't draw much but hey I think I popped off when I did!

So here is to 2024! Already off to a good start in the art department and even if I slow down at least I've had fun so far!

(i was gonna put me gushing about things in tags but its a lot so i'm doing a read more this post is already so damn long lmao i'm sorry)

okay i'm here to gush about two pieces at a time and their contents cause then make me happy to look at so lets get started on that with march and september 'cause hey! look at the relationship development of my little goblin guy!

march was when kk (tic's best friend and now boyfriend) first appeared to the rest of the party outside of just tic talking about him. literally the entire party could see that kk was in love with tic and was just like "oh buddy sorry about that" 'cause tic was a dumbass and romance was just never something he thought about until meeting the party. then we flash forward to september where the two confessed to each other after what really felt like the end of tic's story arc. at least it felt that way to me 'cause he reached his goal of killing groll and becoming the king of goblins but i know he still has shit to do I'M LOOKING AT YOU TRAVELLER AND RIP! but yeah that was the whole reason he left and it was done. he did it! but it almost cost him kk and the two ended up having a really important talk about it. kk chewed tic out and spilled his guts and i still think about it a lot holy shit it was so good omfg but it was in that moment that it clicked for tic. that if he had actually lost kk he had no idea what he would do, that he felt like his whole life would fall apart without him. and just man it was good wholesome content. congrats to the goblins for being the first canon relationship! (even tho they were not the first confession that one goes to rhami!)

now that that block of the text is out of the way we get to more depressing ones, those being january and october with my guy, dr. cecil wilfree.

its just.... man. what do i even say about him. january was probably the last moment before his life went into a full downward spiral, eventually leading into his demise. that piece isn't even anything major but rather something like a reminder going "hey, remember when wilfree had two normal eyes? good times!" and just man (-insert that image of a horse standing on the beach-) compare that to where he's at in october and knowing what happened in those 10 months? january he still had trust and hope, he believed that he was going to get back home and help river out with his plague, maybe even get aster home if she'd let them, maybe find a way to cure himself and help casey. but by the end there was no hope and he found out that he had been used, was nothing more than a tool for someone who he trusted, despite knowing that he really shouldn't have. river was dead and it was his fault (at least in his mind it was), he had failed to protect aster and traumatized both her and willow, and he could do nothing to save an entire population from being wiped off the face of the map. and he caved under the guilt. he gave up. its sad to see him alive and pissy in january and then look at december and see a shell of the same man, no more thoughts in that head as his mind got disconnected from his body and self.

and then for extra sads we've got december which was his birth month, so i drew something from a time before the campaign. back when he was alive and well, no soul curse and unknowing of the horrors yet to come, and receiving a gift from someone whose life he could soon destroy due to his own hubris.

anyway! pay no mind to may! i didn't draw a damn thing that whole month!

[arainmorn-art]

Do you like ciphers? I love a good hidden message and mysterious paintings, i really like how you set it up in deciphering, it's partially what drew me in to the comic, aside from your gorg art and funny&heartwrenching dialogue so. I was wondering if you liked mystery stories in general, what would be your favorite ones? Owo

Are you that mysterious person from DeviantArt who tried to decipher the canvas and Morse code sketches? If not, hi anyway! If yes, hello, dear!

The name of a last code type you asked about was really hard to track down because of some translation issue. I thought it was a cipher of the Knights of the Rose Croix, but Google was so confused it couldn't give me anything besides this next to the actual Rose Croix cipher, apparently.

And now I'm confused too, so let's make it easier and I'll show you the decoder. What is SPRC cipher Google doesn't know either.

And yes, I like ciphers, but before writing Deciphering I couldn't thought where I can use them. Now I know I can implement them into drawings x)

It's a little bit funny how I found out about ciphers outside of adventure and mystery movies. It may not look like this now, but in 2012-2014 I was pretty devoted fan of My Little Pony G4. I was 20 and went to Czech Republic to attend the pony convention Czequestria 2014. There was a quest, we split into teams and a part of it was to decipher little texts. It looked some gibberish and I couldn't thought what to do with it, until my teammate, a local guy Vojtech, took the paper sheet - and god damn recognised every type of coding was used. He was mumbling under his nose: "Ah, it's Caesar's one. Alright, rotate 4?.. No, it's rotate the alphabet 3 times". I was mesmerized. And you know what? We were the only team who finished this part and got the first place winning the quest - and all thanks to Vojtech! :)

Only a year after I've watched Gravity Falls - and still haven't figured that out how and where could I use ciphers.

And oh hell yeah, I love detective and mystery stories! As much as I love good romance stories, mysteries are my favourite genre. Isn't that the first reason a lot of us played Ace Attorney? It was mine for sure, besides being bored and wanting to play something silly. I didn't know ANYTHING about gay lawyers until I've launched the game last year.

What are my favourites, uf, that's a tough question.

I absolutely loved Endeavour TV series, watched 3 seasons in a row, and I should return to it. The main character is also so sweet, his large translucent blue eyes inspired me to paint Pheenie's eyes that way.

I also love The Silence of the lambs movie.

In terms of books I really love Alan Bradley's series about Flavia de Luce, the first part is called The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie. Flavia is a 12 years old genius chemist and the youngest daughter living in a manor with her father, two older sisters and several servants - and around her always happen murders. I like Flavia so much, I called my cat after her. She is so charming, funny and quick-witted, cynical and in love with chemistry, interested in poisons, graveyards, decomposition and, well, solving mysteries. It's really funny moments when adults are trying to hide her from corpses, but she leans in to investigate no matter what. She reminds me of Wednesday Addams, but still in a very fresh and entertaining way. I love a combination of sweet and jesus-fking-christ in one story, but it's mostly really sweet and wholesome. And, gosh, it's written so beautifully!

I also can recommend Daniel Pennac's La Saga Malaussene, first part is The Scapegoat. It might be not my favourite, but it is unforgettable experience for sure. The main character is an older brother of 10+ little siblings and the only adult, every one of his little ones are just a tiny bit magical, which makes the story a bit with magical realism. It also contains a combination of sweet and brutal, like Flavia, but here the contrast is even stronger. And the brutal murders, ouf, make the wholesomeness shine even brighter.

Woah, I feel like I should stop for now. Such topics make me really talkative, and I should go back to work. We can continue later, my inbox anywhere is open ;)