#garbage men puking

[winningmymind]

Wholesome twinyard and neilaaron worsties. Based off this hc post where Andrew takes care of sick Aaron and Neil

Despite it being summer with warm temperatures there was a cold going among Columbia house. No one knows who was patient zero.

It could've been Nicky, who returned from Germany after visiting Erik, and came into contact with multiple travelers, being his normal talkative self and making tons of friendly acquaintances along the way.

It could've been Kevin, who actually broke his rigorous diet once Andrew finally found some guilty pleasure junk food to shut the Queen of Exy up about healthy balanced meals.

It could've been Aaron who was doing volunteer hours at the hospital in the children's ward where germ infected toys don't often get cleaned as they should when he's assigned to comfort the tiny bedridden patients.

It could've been Neil and Andrew tracking back whatever from their road trips.

Whoever did it, didn't matter, because everyone sans Andrew was sick. That meant, begrudgingly, Andrew had to nurse them back to health.

“Don't you have the blue Gatorade? It's my favorite.” Nicky complains in his corner of sickness, isolated in his bedroom.

Andrew stares at him with a bored expression. “You get what you get.”

He aimed the Gatorade at Nicky's head and his cousin barely dodged. Nicky pouts while opening up his drink full of electrolytes.

“Geez, why'd you have to get the strongest immune system? Your bedside manner is trash.”

“Aaron's the wannabe doctor. Not me. So, deal.”

And that's how it went. Andrew checked on Nicky, then checked on Kevin who was nesting in the living room recliner chair. Whereas Nicky still found a way to ramble nonsense even with a fever, Kevin was puking, often using his striker legs to run to the nearest garbage bin if the toilet wasn't close enough. Andrew tossed saltine crackers and a can of ginger ale into Kevin's lap. If Kevin was pale before due to his Irish genes, this illness makes him paler.

“I need to re-do our training schedule. We're going to be out of practice.” Kevin glumly worries as Andrew changes out the vomit filled garbage bin for a bucket.

“If you don't shut your face and let the medicine work, I'll skin you alive.” Andrew threatened and it did the trick, Kevin lounging back to promptly rest.

Andrew was so over playing caretaker. Nicky and Kevin are insufferable when sick. One would think Neil and Aaron would give them a run for their money. Both were very anti-medicine for their own personal reasons but surprisingly Neil and Aaron were Andrew's best patients. It certainly helped that both men latched onto having Andrew dote on them, and Andrew did treat Neil and Aaron with favoritism over Nicky and Kevin.

Beside Kevin, commandeering the living room couch, were Neil and Aaron. They weren't whiny or bitchy or assholes. They were being civil with each other? That was the first clue for Andrew that something was wrong. Neil and Aaron have a routine to piss each other off. It's a skill, the colorful insults and slick comebacks that they mudsling when all Andrew, Nicky, and Kevin want to do is chill in peace. When Andrew woke up to make coffee three days ago, he spotted Neil and Aaron on the couch, cuddled up of all things, and looking like absolute hell. That was day 1 of Columbia house catching colds.

Andrew checked up on his twin and his not-boyfriend last. He observed how Aaron and Neil shared a blanket, scooting closer to each other, their hazy eyes unfocused on the glowing screen of the TV. Neil was sniffling and Aaron was coughing. Neil was sweaty and Aaron was shivering. Neil used Aaron's shoulder as a pillow and Aaron used the top of Neil's head as his pillow. This uncanny sight was becoming the norm.

“Drink.” Andrew held out two cups of water that fizzed from dissolved medicine tablets.

Neil and Aaron obeyed, both silently basking in Andrew's attention, and gulped their waters like they were at Eden's taking shots. Andrew took their cups and gave them bowls of soup he prepared straight from the can. He watched Neil be able to scarf down piping hot soup while Aaron took his time to blow off the steam. Finally, Andrew held up a thermometer and frowned at the results.

“Nicky and Kevin are getting better. You two idiots keep passing your colds back and forth. You should separate.”

It's like Andrew had said something forbidden, the way Neil and Aaron stared at him.

“I'm serious. Aaron, you have your own bed. Neil, you can stay in mine or take the couch.”

“Where would you be?” Neil asked and Andrew arched a brow at how needy Neil sounded.

“Preserving my status as the last man standing. I'm not sharing a bed with you until you're healed.” Andrew just needed to know if Neil would take the bed or couch so he can bring his non-infected blankets and pillows with him to camp out.

“I don't wanna leave the couch.” Aaron's voice was hoarse from coughing.

“Me, neither.” Neil's voice was nasally from a stuffy nose.

Andrew didn't have time for this. “You guys can't keep passing the colds. It'll take longer for you to get better.”

And maybe, because they were both sick and not in their right minds, Neil and Aaron were a lot more honest in their reasoning than they usually would provide.

“Mom never stayed with me when I was sick,” Aaron revealed, snuggling into the shared blanket and into Neil's side more. “It's nice being sick with someone else.”

“Yeah.” Neil seconded, snuggling into Aaron as well. “I was on the run for years. Didn't get to be pampered much.”

Andrew wishes he could murder Tilda again for her lack of tenderness. He also wishes Neil talked about his own mother more and their secretive past that prevented standard caring. Andrew can't relate to Aaron and Neil's apparent desire for physical affection when ill, but he finds it amusing how similar they are. Guess that's why they argue with each other constantly.

“Fine.” Andrew let the delirious Neil and Aaron possessively claim the couch.

Even after Nicky beat his cold first, and Kevin a close second, it was nearly impossible to hang out in the living room because Neil and Aaron called dibs on the couch and refused to share. This bound Kevin to the recliner and Nicky to settle on the floor during movie nights. Andrew preferred to sit on the arm of the couch, making a pillow barrier between himself and Neil and Aaron because he'd be damned if he caught their colds.

Eventually, no one was sick in the house. Neil and Aaron pretended they hadn't been cozying up for a week half-conscious and fatigued. It was too late to be embarrassed, Nicky had properly snapped a bunch of pictures of Neil and Aaron sleepily hugging and drooling. Pictures Aaron prayed would never see the light of day if he had a say so. Neil, gold medalist in gaslighting, had perfect amnesia of such events and miraculously changed the subject every time it was brought up.

“Delete them all. Do it or else. Nicky, I swear I'll kill you.” Aaron hovered over Nicky's shoulder to make sure the evidence was destroyed. “If I find any in the cloud or sent to the Foxes group chat, Erik will be coming to your funeral.”

“Sheesh. Okay. I'm doing it. Not my fault you and Neil were sick buddies hogging the couch.”

“You don't remember anything. You sure?” Kevin once again tried to get Neil to acknowledge the truth.

“How about those Trojans?” Neil easily distracted Kevin, who fanboyed close to the sun over his favorite Exy team.

Little did Aaron or Neil know that Andrew already bullied Nicky into sending him the pictures. Andrew keeps a particular wallet sized picture tucked in his back pants pocket; Aaron and Neil leaning against each other, heads knocked together, snoring away.

“They'll never see the light of day. Scout's honor.” Nicky reassured, both Aaron and Neil's faces falling into relief.

Andrew wordlessly agrees with Nicky. Those pictures are for Andrew's eyes only.

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

Hiii do you think you could write a bill x reader with REALLYYY bad period cramps due to PCOS? I have PCOS and it sucks ass so I would love this🫰🥹

(Yes i can lok as a girl with painful periods too!! Im sorry for the longest wait i was a bit busy with life<3 I really hope you enjoy this

Title: "Forked Up"

You were hunched on the edge of Bill Dickey’s ratty-ass futon, arms wrapped around your middle, legs drawn up. The apartment smelled like instant noodles, dust, and the vague bitterness of unwashed laundry.

It was quiet. Too quiet. The only sound was your breath hitching every so often when the cramps came in waves — like someone took a bent fork and scraped it slowly across your ovaries, back and forth, over and over, carving you up from the inside out.

You didn’t cry. You weren’t a crier. But your face said everything.

Bill looked up from his laptop, which was balancing precariously on a milk crate like that was totally normal, and squinted at you.

“…You look like a cat that got hit by a f*ckin’ truck,” he muttered.

“Thanks,” you gritted out. “That’s exactly the vibe I’m going for.”

You were half-expecting him to go back to whatever rage forum or garbage TV show he was consuming, but instead, he watched you for another second, then closed the laptop.

He stretched — arms cracking, knees popping — and walked into the kitchen.

You didn’t ask where he was going. You were too busy trying not to throw up from the pain.

He came back a few minutes later with a half-warm bottle of Sprite, a heating pad he probably hadn't used in years, and a microwaveable plush shaped like some ugly cartoon bear.

He tossed it at you. “Don’t say I never f*ckin’ do anything for you.”

You stared at the bear.

“…Is this thing supposed to fix my reproductive system?”

“No. It’s supposed to sit on your uterus and shut you up for five minutes.” He sat beside you, letting out a groan like being near someone in pain physically annoyed him. “You want anything else? Tampon? Gasoline? A goddamn exorcist?”

You flinched as another sharp cramp twisted in your gut. Your jaw clenched. “I want a new body. Preferably one that isn’t trying to kill me once a month.”

Bill was quiet for a second. Then:

“More like every three weeks, right? ‘Cause your insides are broken.”

Your eyes snapped toward him.

“…You remembered that?”

He shrugged. “You only screamed it into the void like ten times last time this happened. ‘Bill, my fckin’ ovaries are trying to murder me, it’s like someone’s taking a fork and scraping me like a fckin’ burnt lasagna pan,’ or whatever the hell you said.”

Despite the pain, you laughed — sharp and bitter.

“Yeah. That’s what it feels like.”

“I believe it,” he said, quietly this time.

You looked at him.

He wasn’t looking at you. He was staring at the wall, shoulders tense like he was trying not to care too much in case it made him soft. But he’d brought the heating pad. He remembered the fork metaphor. He sat here, even when he hated silence.

Bill reached over without looking and awkwardly tugged the ugly bear up to your stomach, then leaned back, arms crossed.

“…You know if men got this PCOS shit,” he muttered, “they’d invent like seven different painkillers, a therapy robot, and a national goddamn parade. We’d get a f*ckin’ Netflix special. But you get a teddy bear that smells like stale lavender and a doctor that tells you to ‘lose weight and drink water.’"

You blinked at him.

“That’s… weirdly accurate.”

“Yeah, well. I’ve listened to you bitch enough to become a f*ckin’ expert.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder.

He tensed, but only for a second. Then sighed and leaned into it just slightly.

“…You’re not gonna puke on me, right?”

“No promises.”

“Cool.”

And for a long moment, Bill didn’t say anything. He didn’t make a joke. He didn’t ruin it. He just stayed there, solid and quiet while your body waged war on itself.

And for him — that was love.

[l3ss3rth4n]

Today I :

Practiced deepthroating Threw up and throat slimed all over myself and rubbed it into my tits and Cunt

Beat my Cunt lips bloody and raw for well over 20 minutes

Shoved garbage and cigarette butts up my Cunt and chewed up cigarette butts, I will be sleeping with the garbage up my cunt and leaving it there until my master instructs me otherwise

Fucked my ass in my Cunt hole with a toilet brush

I broke and threw away my vibrstor

I bought large toys to stretch my ass and practice deep throating with

I beat my cunt with a ruler until I couldn’t stand it anymore

I taped the trash into my cunt to ferment overnight

I slammed my tits into drawers

I attempted to fist my asshole

I chewed up old news paper and shoved it up my cunt

I beat my inner thighs with a ruler and a wooden spoon

I beat the under side of my tits

Punched myself in the cunt and the fat gut

Oh wow 😁 today was absolutely amazing I have never been more of a depraved cunt in my whole life. Thanks so much to my new owner for showing me the way.

What have you done today to objectify yourself and serve the patriarchy? Today alone i have -

- I destroyed my vibrator

- Practiced deepthroating with my fist until I spewed throatslime and puke all over my tits and I rubbed it all over my body and cunt

- I clamped my cunt flaps and beat them bloody and raw for well over 20 minutes

- I chewed up trash : hair, cigarette butts, cigarette pack, the old silicone from my vibrstor, price tags, cellophane, old newspaper, and I shoved it up my cunt and taped it shut. I will be sleeping tonight with my cunt full of trash and it will stay there until I get further instructions from my master

- I put trash from my works bathroom into my mouth and cunt and fucked my holes with a toilet brush from there too

- I bought large toys on Amazon to be shipped to my house by tomorrow, one is a large diameter fist plug and the other is a regular suction cup dildo

- I beat my cunt with a ruler till I couldn’t take it anymore and i was severely bruised

- I punched myself in my fat pig gut many times

- I slapped the inside of both my thighs with a ruler 100 times, and 40 times with a wooden spoon

- I slammed my tits into my dresser drawers

- I slapped myself in the face 20 times

I have never felt more disgusting and in my place. I am a garbage pigslime gutter whore and I will be treated as such. If you aren’t degrading yourself for men and pushing all your limits what are you even doing? Expose yourself. Accept conditioning. Do what you were born to do as a female cunt.

[pixie-stikk]

Sing to me: A Clefdraki pregnancy fanfic

y'all this is like my very first fanfic pls be nice. this will be chapter one, if this does well i'll make more.

contains: vomiting, mpreg, fluff, this is mostly just setting the stage.

The day started like any other, site director Benjamin Kondraki rolled out of bed begrudgingly, getting ready to go to work. But, something was different, the man started to feel very.....nauseous. Kondraki didn't think anything of it, he had probably eaten something that had expired, the man ate like a garbage disposal anyway. So, he took some antiacids and headed onto work anyway.

But the nausea never stopped, it had gotten so bad that he had puked all his breakfast up in his office trash can. The older polish man slumped back at his desk, running his large hands through his thick, dark locks when someone opened the door to his office. He looked up, his brown face now a slight olive green to see Alto Clef. The two had been dating for two years, much to the dismay of almost everyone who knew, but at least the two weren't dating actually decent people and kept each other contained. Alto clef sauntered in, the usual sly grin on his face shifting into slight concern

"Geeeeez Konny, ya look like yew've been kissed with death! what happened, ya ate somethin rotten?"

Alto crooned in a deep southern drawl to the sick polish man, who looked up at the reality bender with an even more tired expression than usual. which was almost impossible, that man was always tired of everyone's shit.

"Fuck, Alto...usually, i'd usually tell you to fuck off....but i'm too tired for this shit, do what you will, asshole."

He groaned, his head falling down on his desk with a "clunk" and putting his hands over his head. Alto then saunters over snickering, his yellow teeth glinting in the office light.

"Wheeewwwwwe! that bad, huh? Wuh, you got mornin sickness 'r somethin?"

Alto jested, walking closer to the site director with a cowboy-like gait, who let out a little growl as alto's fat, clammy hand pat Ben's dark, dry curls.

"Alto, please, i'm not in the mood today-"

The gruff polish man grunts as he grit his teeth. Alto took that as an invitation to keep annoying his partner.

"Whut? Ya feelin a bit emo there, Konny dear? got the cramps? Ya need some dark chocolate n' a heatin pad?"

The blonde haired decommissioner taunts, reveling in kondraki's annoyance. He then looked at the clock, it was near time for his lunch break. Even though he looked like he had one too many of those, he started up there anyway.

"Ey, Konny, s' near lunch time, wanna grab a bite with me?"

"Mh...ll' catch up to you..."

Kondraki murmured as the reality bender walked out, not shutting the door to his office. The site director groaned, gathering all his energy to get up and meet his partner at the foundation's food court. While he was walking, the messy blonde's words reverberated in his mind "mornin sickness....mornin sickness....mornin sickness....." Kondraki didn't think much of it, but it had him worried. Even though he didn't have those parts, he decided to check anyway. The photographer took a detour to the site convenience/medical store, bought himself a pregnancy test, shoved it in his pocket and went to the men's bathroom. There, he made a beeline to the stall only reserved for extreme shitting and then took the test. Once he took the results, his heart dropped, he felt like throwing up a second time. He held the test in his shaky hands and shuddered. There were two blue lines in it. Ben took a shaky breath, staring down at the pregnancy test and muttering:

"Holy shit, I'm fucking pregnant"

[tlbodine]

Fae Horrors: Huldra

This week's double-header features a Scandinavian folklore creature, huldra (or hulder, for a collective of them, I think?) -- generally described as a seductive forest spirit or guardian, a beautiful woman with an animal tail and/or a spine like a hollow tree stump. I've read that they can be friend or foe to people who venture into the woods, and a common thread seems to be that they can seduce and manipulate men into doing all kinds of things.

I'm not personally familiar with the myths, so I'm not sure which things I've read on the internet are historically accurate. Maybe one of you lovely followers can fill me in?

Anyway, the films this week were Thale (2012) and Huldra: Lady of the Forest (2016). They are, to my knowledge, the only two movies about hulder. They also could not be more different from each other, beginning with the fact that one of them is quite good and the other is a steaming pile of hot garbage that had me screaming at the television.

First, the good one. Thale is a Norwegian film written and directed by Aleksander L. Nordaas. It's about two guys, Elvis and Leo, who work as crime scene clean-up guys. While cleaning up the very messy remains of an old man ("wild animals" got at him, tearing him to pieces and scattering him around the property) they find his hidden basement, where he had seemingly imprisoned a young woman.

The girl, naked and mute and somewhat inhuman, turns out to actually be very inhuman in the sense that she's not a person at all but a hulder who had been taken into captivity and experimented on. The old man in the cottage had worked at the laboratory, smuggled her out, and raised her here as a father figure, but continued to experiment on her. We figure out some backstory courtesy of some convenient fae-creature telepathy, and the story builds from there because the girl (the eponymous Thale) has family still in the forest, and also the military is looking for her.

I won't spoil anything further. It's a very simple story, one that leaves a lot of questions unanswered. But I don't mind that ambiguity. In form, it reminds me quite a bit of an episode of Trevor Henderson's podcast, The Mayfair Watcher's Society: Two normal blokes stumble into an uncanny situation, see some crazy shit, and get on with their lives without explanation or context. If you like that type of storytelling (and I do), this is worth the watch.

The entire movie was filmed on a budget of $10,000, with Nordaas acting as writer, director, editor, set designer, and so forth. Most of the film was shot in his dad's basement.

And honestly? Mad props. I have nothing but respect for a micro-budget film that understands its limitations and leans into them. The creature effects are excellent. Like, the CGI is a little rough, but the design itself is A+ and it delivered a proper scare at one point.

The greatest strength of the film imo is the on-screen chemistry between the two leads. We don't really know what the relationship between Elvis and Leo is, whether they're friends or brothers or what, but they manage to communicate a great deal without saying a word, and it's easy to believe they've known each other a very long time. They're drift compatible, in other words, and they have very different personalities (Leo is utterly unflappable, Elvis can't get through a job without puking several times) that make it fun to watch them grapple with being in over their heads. Props to Erlend Nervold and Jon Sigve Skard. And props too to Silje Reinåmo, who has to spend most of the movie naked and do most of her acting with her eyes. Good stuff all around.

Which leads us....sigh....

Huldra: Lady of the Forest is a Swedish film directed by Ove Valeskog, with writing credit to Valeskog, Eddie Boschek, and Björn Boström. I believe it is Valeskog's first feature film, and I don't know what the budget on it was for sure but IMDB estimates it at $75,000. It certainly looks and feels much cheaper than Thale, probably because of the terrible script.

Okay. Ugh. Basically: A lady boxer is invited out on a camping trip with a bunch of guys she went to school with, and they all go party in the woods and engage in various...activities?...at some kind of former hippie commune turned hunting resort attraction camp....thing? The hippie who runs the place has a "daughter" who they spy bathing naked in a lake and who (spoiler?) is a huldra.

I guess (???) the main point is that the hippie guy lures people out to his commune to sacrifice them (???) to the huldra, who also apparently has the ability to make people go crazy and turn on each other, which is seemingly how the hippie guy got here in the first place. The story keeps cutting between the present-day group and the original hippie group, and we see both of them becoming paranoid and turning on each other until only one dude is left standing to take care of the huldra?

It's convoluted. And, frustratingly, there are the bones of a really good story in it. I actually really like the idea of a forest creature who uses her faerie wiles to psychologically fuck with a group of tourists and make them turn on each other. It's like Evil Dead with a faerie and I'm here for it!

Unfortunately, the movie is two hours long and agonizingly boring to get through. It's paced like a slow-burn psychological thriller, except none of the characters are actually fleshed out or given any depth at all. You're forced to watch scene after agonizing scene of rambling, pointless naturalistic dialogue as a bunch of annoying frat guys get drunk, argue, act misogynistic, and make small talk, without any clear idea of why anyone is doing anything. Also most of the film's dialogue is in English (owing I guess to their multinational friend group) but it seems like English is not the primary language of any of the actors so all of the line delivery is also kind of weird? Like inflections are in odd places, stiff tone, just....everything is weird, man. And most of the violence is off-screen and there are no cool creature effects so we don't even get the pleasure of seeing these people eviscerated for our trouble :(

I could have put up with all of this, maybe. I could have dealt with the frankly nonsensical storytelling (which was SO CLOSE to being good but then shit the bed), the bad acting, the wobbly erratic camera that bounces around for no reason, the poor editing....all of it. I could have shrugged it off as a "meh." Until the end of the movie.

At the outset, we see our heroine playing with her baby niece, and her sister telling her that having babies is great, actually, and that she needs to get laid, and maybe if she acted more feminine people would stop assuming she was a lesbian. and we think, ok, fine, sister is kind of annoying but whatever.

So then the heroine goes into the woods with all these dudes and tries to rekindle with a childhood crush. They have sex, then he pushes her away because he's married, and then gets all up in his feelings about it and it's stupid but ANYWAY....he dies, and then later she nearly drowns, but she has a vision of his stupid dead face telling her she HAS TO LIVE because there is a BABY INSIDE HER and this gives her the strength!!! to survive!!!! and then there's a flash forward a couple years later and we see her baby running around on the beach with his cousin and her boxing coach tells her, "You finally have achieved real balance! but why did you quit boxing?" and she's like "I don't need it anymore because MY LIFE IS COMPLETE with the power of LOVE! I love being a mommy soooooo much" I'm not even exaggerating this is almost exactly how the scene plays out and oh my god it is so stupid and cheesy and terrible.

You are allowed to be a shitty movie, and you are allowed to be surprise twist birther propaganda, but you don't get to be both.

Ew, ew, ew.

Anyway. Ugh. I don't know where or how this film ended up on my list -- it doesn't have much footprint online, there's only one review on the IMDB page and no Wikipedia, there's no Rotten Tomatoes score, only two reviews on Amazon. So maybe it's mean to hate this much on a tiny obscure random movie. But dear god. If you have two spare hours and a Tubi account, spend that precious time on something else because this movie is a big stinker.

Onward and (hopefully) upward next week.

[alaskan-wallflower]

12 or 17 sickie dialogue w/ Two-Bit?

Yeah, ofc!!

12.) “God damnit, when will this end?!”

17.) “I knew I was going to regret that later…”

…

…God, did his head always feel like someone had dropped an anvil on it?

Two-Bit sat up, burying his face in his hands. Where the hell even was he? As his eyes adjusted to the brutally bright light, he recognized the wallpaper, the dirty, wooden floor, the old, worn down chairs…did he crash at the Curtises? He didn’t even remember walking over…

“How’s that bottle of vodka treatin’ ya?”

Jesus H. Christ-

His head whipped around so fast, he was surprised it didn’t spin a full 360°.He saw Darry, leaning on the doorframe, arms folded over his chest with an unimpressed look on his face. He raised a brow.

“Yeah, ya passed out in our driveway. Hit your head real good.”

He didn’t seem mad—he knew Darry didn’t care about him drinking…at least, not when it wasn’t excessive like he’d done yesterday. He shook his head.

“Dang…I knew I was gonna regret that later…”

Darry pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What compelled you to drink THAT much last night?”

Two-Bit wracked his brain for answers, but was having a hard time pulling anything out of his pocket. He was at Buck’s, Dally had coerced him into seeing who could drink more…he wasn’t sure why he’d challenged Dallas fucking Winston of all people—Dally could out drink the biggest men in all of Oklahoma.

“Well, I believe it mayyyy have had somethin’ to do with Dally an’ I gettin’ into a friendly drinking game-“

“Are you an idiot?”

The words came out quick, a bit harsh. Not angry, just disappointed.

“What in God’s green earth compelled you to see if you could out-drink Dally of all people? Y’know what, I don’t even wanna know.”

He came closer and unwrapped the bandages around Two-Bit’s head. He winced upon seeing the red-stained gauze. He really had done a number on himself, huh? He let Darry reapply the bandages, not putting up much of a fight, what with how hung over he was, he thought he’d ralph right then and there…now that he thought about it…

“Dar-“

The brunet took one good look at his buddy and bolted off to grab a bucket before he could throw up everywhere. Luckily enough, even with the chronic back pain, Darry was still faster than light itself, and not even five seconds later, he was keeled over the garbage, puking his guys up. God, what, did he also challenge Dally to an eating contest too? Why was he puking so damn much?!

“There ya go,” Darry murmured, trying to be comforting. He knew his brothers like the back of his hand, and he knew exactly what to do and say when it came to them, but with anyone else, he was sometimes still at a loss. Once he finished, he wiped the back of his mouth, his stomach rolling uncomfortably as he draped an arm over his face dramatically.

“God damnit, when will this end?!” he groaned, gritting his teeth.

“You’ll be fine in a few hours, you’re just dehydrated. And no, you ain’t gettin’ beer. You’re gettin’ water.”

Two-Bit groaned internally, but he knew better than to bitch at Darry of all people.

“Fine…”

Darry got up to get him a water before pausing at the door.

“And Two-Bit?”

The ginger turned to look at him

“If you’re gonna challenge Dal to drinkin’, go with beer or somethin’…”

Prompts here!

[eclecticqueennerd]

Confessions

Y/N Ending

Staring at Homelander’s corpse, breathing ragged, you felt a hand touch your shoulder. You turn around and see Butcher standing next to you. How is this possible? Homelander beat him within an inch of his life, at the very least he should be comatose. You see the rolled-up sleeve and track marks.

“Come on, let’s leave before others find out what happened.” Butcher goes to grab your hand and you snatch them away.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Y/n I aint fuckin around. You just dusted Vought’s pride and joy and they’re gonna be lookin for ya. We need to leave while we can.”

“I’m not going anywhere with a liar!”

“Wha?”

“Your arm.” Butcher looks down, “You just shot up Temp-V after you promised you wouldn’t. How can I trust you if you can’t even keep your promises?”

“What else was I supposed to do y/n I was dying! We can talk about this later.”

“We’re not talking about anything later. Bye Butcher.” You begin to walk away from Butcher but then he grabs your arm.

“You don’t get to walk away from me.”

“Is there a problem here?” Ben now at your side. You step away from both men, Butchers eyes narrow.

“Mind your fucking business you supe cunt.”

“Anything with y/n is my business. How many times do I have to remind you, she’s, my girl.”

“She aint your girl she’s mine.”

“I’m no one’s girl!” The two men break the stare off and look at you. “This whole time I’ve been helping you fight Vought and fight Payback; I never got a chance to be what it’s like to be by myself. I never got to grieve for my poor husband.” You start crying. Butcher reaches out for you. “No! Don’t touch me. I’m done with this superhero shit.” You leave before the two of them get a chance to change your mind.

*

You find out that Grace was in the hospital, and you rushed to be by her side. Homelander never killed her but the attack left her paralyzed. In hopes to repay her for all her kindness, you become her caretaker. You helped her with daily activities, bathing, dressing, cooking, and cleaning.

“You know y/n you don’t have to do this.” Grace would always tell you in the beginning.

“I know I don’t have to do it; I want to. I want to repay all the kindness you showed me.” Grace helped you find a therapist to work out the shit you went through and how to develop copeing skills for when your PTSD arose its ugly head. Winding down one evening, the two of you were sitting in the living room watching the news when you got a strong urge to vomit. You ran to the bathroom did so. Confused, you walked back to the living room and Grace gave you a look.

“You, okay?”

“Yeah, something must not have agreed with my stomach, I just puked.” Graces attention fell back towards the tv.

“Hmm.”

The following morning, you felt like garbage. You made multiple trips to the bathroom, either to vomit or dry heave. You also noticed that your breasts were more tender than they have been, which isn’t normal. Weird…

“Y/n, have you thought about taking a pregnancy test?” Grace asked once you sat down at the breakfast table with a glass of tepid water.

“I don’t see the point in that, I can’t get pregnant after getting my tubes tied.”

“Theres always a small chance of getting pregnant y/n, the doctor explained that when you were still drugged, which I think he should’ve waited. Did you use protection when you shacked up with Butcher?” Oh shit. You made a doctor’s appointment.

*

“I’m afraid Grace is right y/n, test results came back positive, we tested both your blood and urine. We can perform an ultrasound to determine how far along you are, but basing off your symptoms and the timeline you gave us, we estimate you at approximately 6-8 weeks. We also feel like with your accelerated healing powers, it caused the tubes to grow back together. If it weren’t for you having the abilities you have, the surgery may have been more successful.”

Your heart sank into your stomach. You can’t be pregnant, it wasn’t possible. Reading your expression, the doctor adds,

“We can arrange for… a procedure to take place in a few days’ time if you didn’t want to keep it.” Several minutes of silence befell the room as you mulled over your thoughts.

“I’ll keep it.”

*

Grace’s family heard what happened to her and they arrived at her home to care for her. Even though Grace wanted you to stay, you felt unwelcome by her family. You decided to find an apartment in the city. Packing up the final boxes into the van, you give Grace a hug and bid farewell.

“Make sure you call me when you get there. Send me your schedule for your appointments and I’ll be there for you.”

“Thanks Grace.”

*Third trimester*

Arriving back to your apartment after a long day of being on your feet, you notice a small daisy on your doormat. This event occurred the same day every week since you moved back to the city. You always look around the hallway to see any figures and like usual, no one. You pick up the flower and make your way into the apartment and set it on the counter. Then, strong contractions began in your abdomen and lower back, water trickled down your legs. You pull out your phone,

“Grace, It’s time.”

*4 years later*

You moved to a small town just outside the city. The apartment complex wasn’t awful, it was close enough for you to make the trip into the city but far enough from all the stressors of city life. What prompted the move was the weekly flower delivery made you feel uneasy and watched. You and your daughter, who you named Lyla, always went out for ice cream on Wednesdays at the mom-and-pop ice cream parlor. Walking up to the second floor of the apartment building ice creams in hand, you reach your door and unlock it. The two of you enter the apartment and while you kicked off your shoes, you noticed a familiar pair of boots. Before you could react,

“Mommy? Who’s that?” you look up to where your daughter was pointing. There standing in front of you, was the man you left all those years ago in Vought’s lab. He still looked the same, beard maintained, brown hair a little longer now, his tall frame still holds the same confidence, face appeared more weathered than before.

“Hey.” He spoke. Lyla must’ve noticed the look on your face. She began tugging at your sleeve, showing her nerves. You break eye contact with him and look at your daughter, who serves as the daily reminder of the steamy nights you shared with the man in front of you.

“It’s okay honey. That’s your daddy.”

The end

[tysonfurybattlepass]

Heard you were looking for some anon hate, so here's some that I've thought about over the past few years 😉

Your art is pure garbage. Your shading is so basic and yet it looks worse than the drawings on wikihow articles, and your colors are an abhorrent mix that looks like neon puke. Literally one of the first tips beginner artists get is "don't use the airbrush". And what do you do? Airbrush the fuck out of your markings and shading! Your older anatomy and character designs were far more superior while the newer ones are a bastardized version of their former glory days. I'm younger than you and I can actually paint and pick good colors lmao

You haven't improved at all in 5 years. You actually got worse! You're drawing the same snarling cat 20 times a month instead of working on your backgrounds, shading, anatomy and compositions, and their jaws still look crooked with displaced teeth Every. Single. Time! I wonder how strong their bite force is when the lower jaw is at a 45° angle from the upper one?

All your characters look crazy and deranged and like absolute psychopaths. It's not a good look for your "brand" <3 And their torso takes up 90% of their body. How are they supposed to be strong beasts when their stumpy legs can barely hold the weight of your bad stylization? And you call that an improvement instead of godawful anatomy!

And then, and then!! Y're constantly making new characters, drawing them a bunch and forgetting about them! Algernon, Jarith, Lucia, Geneph, Xiaoya, Bailey, Jicama, Utah, Felin, Civen, Afryea, Thyodore,.Tyson (Aster's pet Inostrancevia), Donnie... And you have even more that you haven't even posted about? How does it feel to know that someone knows your characters more than YOU do? Talk about being an irresponsible artist

You're not even creative enough. "Here's a species that looks exactly like a cat but trust me guys it's not a cat, see? it has two extra arms!" "Here are 20 smilodons that are yellow-brown and have spots, but I love all of them and can differentiate between them!!" "Here's a leopard seal who's bigger than the natural ones and is a made-up species (who's supposed to be part bear and I definetely didnt forget about that) even though nothing is different between her and a regular anthro seal!!!"

I hope you give up on art. It won't take you anywhere in life, just like your autistic interest in paleontology won't help you. You didn't even get a superior education, so it's clear you'll live your life working minimum wage jobs because you're not qualified to do anything better. You’re lazy as fuck and you have no excuse for how weak you are.

You say you have 1000 followers but you barely pass 10 notes on your art and even less on your vents, and whenever you demand people to send you asks daily, nobody says anything. So not even your followers like you. They're just observing your every move and are laughing at your pain. The only thing you're good at is being daily entertainment for me and hundreds of others like me.

All your "female" characters loook like males regardless of what they identify as. It's as if you're incapable of drawing women.

Hooray for making all your best characters trans since you seem to be allergic to normal people. I'm glad you confessed that you support the mutilation of middle schoolers / transing gender non-comforming females (Azure).

You call yourself a "he/they" but you're still competing in the women's category cuz you know you wouldn't last in a fight against real men. You're such a failure that even your step father calls you his daughter publicly. (Your parents surely are disappointed in what you've become. I wouldn't be surprised if you were the reason for their divorce)

Only a few years back you were a proud tomboy girl, but I guess you hate yourself so much that you project your self-misogyny through self-identification and an atrocious art style.

You even chose the name “Tyson”, like that troon Chris Tyson. Considering the recent controversy, that’s what people will associate with your name, not whoever “Tyson Fury” is, and truthfully you deserve it.

You're so fragile being called a girl when you look, sound and act like one. Girl. Woman. Female. Dike. Lass. Lady. She. Wahine. Kaikamahine. Did this make you cry some pathetic manly tears? 100% sure you look like the soyjak in the soyjak vs chad meme right now. Can’t wait to read your breakdown on tumblr, if you’re not going to outright delete every account you have to escape me

Typical white girl starving for attention online behavior lmao.

You boast that you are "hot" but you are objectively ugly, not even mid. Your undercut is shit and your face is so damn bland. Your fursona is strong and beefy but you have a thin female body with stick arms and visible breasts. Talk about projection and an inflated ego. You're oozing with narcissism, and I wouldn't be surprised if you got diagnosed with it. It would 100% suit you.

Your "girlfriends" are still lesbian women, but you’re not one? “Transmasc butch lesbian” my ass, you absolute pooner. It’s not that hard to be a regular woman. Pretty sure you're not even dating them, you're just friends who haven't even held hands. And you’re still a virgin lmao. No bitches? 🥺 And you have not one, but two, because you're insecure in your feelings and can't commit to only one person since you need that external validation. I'm sure they're cheating behind your back because they know you wouldn't check on them.

I hope your sleep apnea kills you in your sleep. You deserve it.

L + ratio + you’re a loser + cope and seethe

Don't bother blocking and reporting me, I said all I had to say, I don't plan on interacting with you anymore and I don't have this level of hatred against anyone else.

Now, have I stalked your accounts until their beginning, or have I followed you for a really long time? Or a secret third thing (I stalked you for a really long time)?

the color thing is true but you should get a job

[the-firebird69]

This is a nightmare these people all want to use whatever the empire is doing and for themselves and they keep saying it and it's terrible we don't respect you guys much and we know who the dregs are they're not empire proper people who are messed up but not badly instead of being an a student on their own their C&d students where's these people fail it's going on now people are figuring out that these guys are being heinous assholes here a lot of people are beating them up and it's not going well and things have to change

-we do have a couple of announcements it's almost 8:00 a.m. about $150,000 dead from radiation sickness and illness here yesterday to today 8:00 a.m. to 8:00 a.m. . They are now at about 1.95 million originals only about $85,000 evacuated no $50,000 evacuated and $15, 000 for taken in. It's a lot of time devoted to this and it's because you puke so dangerous to the world and our son and daughter it's not so easy to eradicate you because of your master but soon it'll be far too easy any plans to cut you off and we do get that. Other things are happening this is not a pretty place a lot of stuff is going on.

-my son is going to start healing a little that is our son we say. And they agree. He's ours and you keep saying my and you are an impetuous group of losers and we punish you for it and you keep doing it and we telling you not to and that we punish you and you won't shut your mouth and you're going to punish you for that.

-we're pushing you around yeah

-we understand what we're doing and our size and we are no longer going to tolerate your crap it's way too caustic and stupid

-there's a couple more things this place is nasty John remillard set up the propane and pinned it on Terry C just as we originally said you can't seem to get it out of there and he needs information and it is true we are moving out to intercept this guy up north and we'll get the information we also are understanding that he will get out occasionally yeah coming up we do understand our son might go up there and it's a war zone to limited degree people think if they have a son in their area they will succeed. You're watching these guys slowly start to try and do stuff and we're on high alert the garbage men are actually here in the morning that's one sign they're actually pushing to partially finish off the street that's another. We noticed that they are real wise asses about what they're doing but now they're checking on who owns the companies probably the dregs and they should have just let the project get finished but okay they're not very bright for a smarter people

-we have a couple things going on today and this morning these people have been harassing our son all day every day for many years they think they're getting away with it but now it's coming down to it they're starting to see that they're dead lots of them are dying and they're getting killed they're not having a great response to that and they are kind of revolting it's not really doing them any good they're getting killed we need to help that process along and we need to eliminate them from existence I'm getting sick of this bug routine I'm getting tired of him finding one cockroach a day it's really gross and we'll find out that mac daddy is next door and that's awful he's stuck there kind of and he has to defend his interests and the garbage truck is flying out of here apparently they can't do it so that's what's happening here it is a disaster.

-it seems to be a bit slow around here but it's not it is Friday there are several things happening one of them is days Dan is in the grave and you can see what happens but really it seems like it's less weight on our son and they're trying to have other people pick it up and it's not so readily picked up. And we mean with Dave Dan out and run Gmillard things are a little bit slower so they're trying to tie it on with others and it doesn't work that good. And people are noticing they're having trouble doing it and yeah that they are doing it and it's a nightmare it's a big deal so we're going to print

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

[manwalksintobar]

The Age // Ed Sanders

This is the Age of Investigation, and every citizen must investigate! For the pallid tracks of guilt and death, slight as they are, suffuse upon the retentive electromagnetic data-retrieval systems of our era. And let th’ investigators not back away one micro-unit from their investigations — for the fascist hirelings of gore await in the darkness to shoot away the product of the ballot box And if full millions do not investigate, we will see the Age of Gore, and the criminals of the right will rise up drooling with shellfish toxin, to send their berserker blitz of mod manchurian malefactors mumbling with motorized beowulfian trance-instructions, to chop up candidates in the name of some person-with-a-serotonin- imbalance’s moan of national security And this is the Age of Investigative Poetry, when verse-froth again will assume its prior role as a vehicle for the description of history—and this will be a golden era for the public performance of poetry: when the Diogenes Liberation Squadron of Strolling Troubadours and Muckrakers will roam through the citadels of America to sing opposition to the military hit men whose vision of the U.S.A. is a permanent War Caste & a coast-to-coast cancer farm & a withered, metal-backed hostile America forever And this is the age of left-wing epics with happy endings! of left-wing tales/movies/ poems/ songs/ tractata/ manifestoes/ epigrams/calligrammes/graffiti/neonics and Georges Braque frottage-collage-assemblage Data Clusters which dangle from their cliffs the purest lyricals e’er to hang down a hummingbird’s singingbird throat This is the age of Garbage (pronounced Garbájzhe). And we’re not talking here about Garbage Self-Garbage—but an era of robotic querulousness— how at the onset of a time when the power of a country is up for grabs, the Garbage Hurlers, attired in robes of military-industrial silk, arise to hurl, as swift in their machinations as a chorus in the Ice Capades: and none of us will trudge this era without a smirch-face waft of thrilly offal dumped upon our brows of social zeal—and the pus-suck provocateurs armed with orbiting plates of dog vomit will leap at us while we stand chanting our clue-ridden dactyls of KNOW THE NEW FACTS EARLY! Know-the-new-facts-early, know-the-new-facts early! And do not back away one micro-unit just because some C.I.A. weirdomorph whose control agents never ended WW II invades your life with a mouthful of curdled exudate from the head of the Confederate Intelligence Agency & This is the Age of Nuclear Disarmament—when the roamers of the Hills join hands with the nesters of the Valley Wild, to put an end to nuke puke w/ a zero-waver total transworld Peace Walk—that the War Caste wave no more their wands of plutonium and the dirks in the nuclear mists no longer chop up the code of life

[infinityof6]

My friend Suela is gradually uploading all the old Garbage Men Puking and Fuck Yr Body Up compilations to youtube. This is Garbageween, from around Hallowe’en 2014 https://www.discogs.com/Various-Garbageween/master/1427732

My tune Thunder Blade... Laurie Is As Follows starts at 08:29. It’s a flarfy poem text-to-speeched with some twiddled samples from Super Thunder Blade on the Mega Drive. Here are the lyrics:

Laurie Is As Follows

I think violent love is wanting to be moonlight. Lori with under... I think missing violent love moonlight. Laurie and below. I think violent love Moonlight are still missing. Raleigh below. Yet lack of intense love Moonlight I think. Raleigh below.

Lacks the intense love Moonlight I think, yet… Laurie is as follows: I are lacking in love Moonlight I think is still intense. Laurie is as follows. Gekko no tension still think my love is missing… Laurie is as follows. There is no I, think Moonlight tension and is still not my love. Laurie is as follows! There is no Moonlight tension I think and is still my love. Laurie is as follows. I think, I love don't Moonlight tension. Laurie is as follows. I think I do love tension moonlight. Laurie is as follows? I love Moonlight tension and Laurie is as follows.

Exposes the tension love Moonlight and Raleigh. Exposes the strained love Moonlight and Raleigh. I love tense public Moonlight and Raleigh.

I love Rory and strained public moonlight. I love Laurie, gets nervous public moonlight. Laurie loves getting edgy public moonlight. Laurie loves is getting edgy public moonlight.

Laurie a nervous public Moonlight, love has become. Laurie is a nervous public Moonlight love. Raleigh is a nervous public Moonlight love? Raleigh is a nervous public Moonlight love.

[victoriannarwhal]

Well, I wasn't thinking of millie when writing my earlier posts, but goddamn girlies DO NOT date innapproprietly aged men for your age group. I cannot express enough how it is NOT a good idea.

[macravishedbymactavish]

Always Attract (Logan Walker x Reader)

TW: Mentions of alcohol and intoxication, otherwise more unedited chaos :D

Blog HQ

Keegester: Bring your boyfriend home before someone else does

You felt your eyebrows shoot up at the text, wondering how much trouble your sweet boyfriend had gotten himself into during their night out.

Give me 10 minutes, I'm on my way. Don't let him leave with anyone, he'll be too shy to leave in the morning.

You walked in, smiling as you saw Logan sitting happily sandwiched between Keegan and Merrick. You realized as you approached that this seating arrangement was keeping your boyfriend in place as the other two enjoyed their beers and soft conversation.

"He's been making a killing tonight" Merrick joked, sliding you a small stack of dollar bills as Logan hummed. Eyes closed as his head was leaned against the older man's shoulder. "We made sure it remained PG though". You stifled a laugh as your boyfriend happily nodded, eyes still closed and head perched on Merrick's shoulder.

Walking around behind the men, you slipped your one arm over Logan's shoulder, pulling him slightly back into you. Pouting softly as he tensed up with a sour look on his face.

"No freebies" he mumbled. Pulling himself forward and leaning against the bar. Keegan and Merrick howling with laughter as you sighed to yourself and grabbed Logans shoulder. "No freebies. I know my worth" he mumbled again, jerking away from you.

"I know your worth too Logan, now let's go home" you sighed, running your hand along his arm.

"Ma'am." He gasped, turning around to look you in the eye "how forward, I'm flattered but no". You watched as he focused on you, as his features softened into a small smile. "Love. You're here" you felt hands on your waist as he leaned his head against your chest.

"To take you home babes. Before one of your spectators beats me to it" you hummed, pressing a loving kiss against his hair.

"One of them has been buying all my drinks tonight, I could get them to pay for yours too" he looked up at you, chin against your front as he wore a proud, lopsided smirk.

"As tempting as that sounds, we could also go home." You wagered, gauging Logans reaction before continuing. "Change into pj's, curl up in bed and watch a movie on Netflix. How's that sound?" You regretted your wording the moment you saw his eyes light up, not with passion. But with a fire started by arson.

"Netflix and chi-" you slapped your hand over his mouth, giving him a stern look as you heard his muffled giggles and hiccups. You chanced a look at Keegan and Merrick, who were clearly highly amused by his antics. You shot Keegan a pleading look, hoping that since Logan looked up to him that maybe he'd convince the boy to go home.

"You're cut off kid, go home." Keegan chuckled, patting Logan's shoulder a couple of times before shoving him forward off the stool and further into your embrace.

"Lame" Your boyfriend mumbled, mouth still covered. He shifted, standing up straight as he (begrudgingly) followed you out to the vehicle. "Don't tell them, but I'm really happy I'm finally going home" Logan attempted to whisper as the two of you left . Clearly not realizing he was speaking at his normal volume.

"I won't say anything, but let's go get some sleep" you nodded along.

--

"Are you sure we can't do anything? I love you, I want you" placing a bottle of water and painkillers on the nightstand you rolled your eyes.

"I said we could cuddle and watch Netflix. Not fuck and then watch the credits. Now take your clothes off and change into this" you threw the pair of sweatpants at your still very intoxicated, very dressed boyfriend.

"You're giving me mixed messages" he complained, but started fighting to get his shirt off, getting about halfway before stopping. "I might puke". You nudged the garbage can closer to his side of the bed -- planning this out before you left to pick him up. Strategically placed garbage cans and bucket throughout the house.

"Then it's clearly time for sleep Lo" you rubbed your hand lightly across his now exposed lower back. Smiling at how he leaned into the touch slightly, before standing up to finish changing. Once he managed himself into his sweatpants, you flipped the blanket back, ushering him into the bed.

"Don't leave me, I love you so much. You're too good to me" he pouted, watching as you pulled the blanket back over him.

"I'm not leaving, I'm going to brush my teeth really quick then be right back" You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before walking into the bathroom, quickly getting ready for sleep and cuddles with your extra loving boyfriend.

As you expected, Logan was out cold when you returned. One arm sprawled over your side of the bed as he laid on his stomach. You quietly slipped in beside him, smiling wide as you felt yourself be pulled flush against his body.

" 'm gonna marry you someday" you heard a sleepy, drunken whisper from behind you, before feeling a kiss pressed to your hair and a face nuzzle into your neck.

Bonus:

Keegster: Is he alive?

Ha, barely. Currently curled up in the bathtub with a bucket and crackers.

Keegster: He forgot his tips from last night. Merrick said he can't have them until he comes back to base on Monday

Isn't that big training op on Monday? With everyone under mandatory attendance?

Merrick: Exactly.

Taglist: (thank you beautiful soul for wanting to be part of this ❤️), @bloodonmyhands-1221

[mamamilki]

Empress of the sun

“Your empress will return”

(Warnings: Implied SA (never something to joke about) Harsh Language, terrible plot (On my part) shitty grammar (on my part) 18+  you’re a player :p) 

word count: 2.9k

The cold wet concrete scent filled the air, light reflecting off the puddles from the lamps on the sidewalks guiding the wanderers who may have gotten lost on their journey. But not this case, heavy pants filled the almost silent night as a man was running down an alleyway, stepping on puddles disturbing the still pocket of water on the floor. Only a couple of light posts on the side of the buildings light the way to see the alley, barely. ‘Shit shit shit! I’m going to get killed!” trying to not trip on the crates and garbage cans next to the mucky walls. Multiple hurried footsteps were heard in front of the man, halting his steps he quickly changed his route to the other direction, he cowered in fear. Panicking he felt tears falling down his face he saw his breath escape his mouth into the cold air not realizing how cold it is. “There he is! Get him!” another voice was heard, he darted his head towards the source of the sound. His eyes widened before running the opposite way only to find it blocked by a big wall of muscle. “G-guys, I can e-explain!” “No. You stole from us multiple times, even after all the warnings I’ve given you. I have been lenient but you got too greedy.” The boss spoke behind his men.

The poor boy's wide glossy eyes shook his head whimpering “I-I swear! Only r-reason I stole f-from you are b-because of my mother! She-e is sick!” the boss didn’t budge as he held his gun out pointing towards the boy's head “PLEASE!” the boy shook heavily thinking that this was the end for him, he couldn't even say goodbye to his mother “Aw..you aren’t gonna give the poor kid a chance?” Your voice startled the men, they didn’t hear you approach them. The boss stared at you up and down like you were a piece of meat, and he hasn't eaten in weeks. You internally puke looking at him. He barely fits in the suit he is wearing, his toupee barely on right, his double chin sticking out rather prominently. “Well well well, what do we have here? You look lost, little girl. Come with me and we can have a good time cutie.” Shaking your head shocked the boss “I highly suggest you get your ass here before my men will have fun with you instead.” the way he spoke pissed you off. Completely ignoring the incompetent man you looked at the crying boy, he looks to be of age. “Are you alright sweetheart?” His glassy doe eyes met mine through his puffy curly hair, you smiled “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it” reassuring the boy.

 The boss and his men were furious “Go and have your way with the whore. I don’t care if you leave her bleeding or pregnant! Just show her how to respect men and not talk back to us that way.” The boss yells I can’t believe how this man is talking to me like that. It angered me to no extent, turning around back to the boy I smiled before telling him to look away and covering his ear, he nodded before doing what he was told. “You should learn how to respect women.” I cracked my neck before smirking, “I’ll fix that very soon.” the men pulled out their guns aiming them at me, this is going to be fun.

 You ran towards the group of men at an unbelievable speed, the men shot as many rounds as it would let them, you appeared in front of the boss. He fell on his ass as he was trying to say something, you rolled your eyes before you grabbed the man and got on top of a roof far away from the alleyway “I’m sorry, were you saying something?” you held your free hand near your ear, your other hand was holding onto the man's tie. Looking around you would be around 50 feet (15 meters) up in the air, with a gorgeous view of all the buildings and skyscrapers with lights. If you weren’t holding an overweight man dangling off the roof by his tie. “Please! Spare me! I did nothing wrong!” Leaning a little bit further the man almost falls off, he screams crying for mercy “You’ll give the boy enough money to financially support his family, and leave him alone.” He kept screaming and crying, ``You almost let him go only holding him by the tip of his tie “Say. It” Glaring down at him, your eyes glowing in the dark adding to the menacing vibe around you. Still, the man didn’t say anything “you men are always so stubborn” before letting him go, turning around and walking away, you hear his sweet scream. You walked towards the edge again before smiling sinisterly, you jumped over the building gaining speed to catch up to the man “You enjoying your flight??” Yelling at him he screams louder crying “HELP ME PLEASE I WILL DO IT” finally you sighed before grabbing him, golden wings appear behind you, and they shimmer in the night sky with the light reflecting off the buildings. The man’s eyes widen “what…are you?” I looked back it’s him before shrugging “I don’t know”

Flying back to the alleyway you saw the men surrounding the boy, “any of you lay a single dirty ass finger on that boy, I’ll kill your boss.” Threatening the men, they immediately stopped their action before putting their hands up in the sky. Shaking your head, you threw the boss in front of the men. “Now get out before I kill you all” all the men ran to wherever they came from, I groaned before making my way to the boy, he was still whimpering “Hey, you’re going to be ok now.” he looks at me again with those sad eyes “r-really?” I nod “mhm! Come on, you must be freezing, let's go get drinks!” he nods before standing to his full height ‘wow, this dude is tall’ 

We made our way to the closest cafe, entering the warmth quickly washed over us both, and the barista welcomed us in before we started to order our drinks. The boy who is name I recently found out Oscar ordered his drink “Can I p-please get a Hot lemon citron tea please..” then I ordered my drink. We walked to a table before sitting down. We both sat in silence before I decided to break it “So, how old are you Oscar?” He looked nervous, his pulse was rather fast “I just turned 18..h-how about you miss..” my eyes widen ‘he just called me miss. I'm going to kill myself’  “I’m not that old…I just turned 20” his eyes shot wide open “oh my god I'm so sorry for calling you miss, I swear I call everyone that” he kept on rambling making me smile before laughing he looked at me with a nervous smile, after my laughter died down I reassured him that it was alright, the barista made their way over to our table “Heres your order!” I smiled before thanking them. I heard a voice whisper to me looking to the corner of the room with a frown the boy looked in the same direction before looking back at me “Hey you alright?” he waves his hand in front of my face. I snap back to reality before I gave him a nod “I need to get going. Can you get home safe? Will you do that for me?” he nods as his cheeks flush into a pink color “y-yeah I can do that..” I smile before patting his head “Atta boy, see you around?” his cheeks darken before quickly nodding again. I chuckle before walking out the door leaving the boy staring at me flustered.

When you left Oscar quickly realized he didn’t ask for your number. He ran outside trying to find you but you were gone like the wind. Readjusting his hot drink he found a piece paper slipping off the cup, he leaned down to inspect it. His eyes widen seeing what's on the paper “Don’t be sad, let us keep in touch if you feel unsafe, I’m a call away. See ya <3

(696-696-6969) (Not a real #) ”

I was watching Oscar at a distance before smiling “You are outrageously cliche.” I rolled my eyes at the 9-foot-tall god “You wish you got some bitches.” I heard a small gasp from the sun god making me laugh “Watch your language Y/f/n (full name) after you became my avatar you have been slacking common decency.” I laughed more “I-I know hahaha I j-just can’t h-help ithahahahahah!” you spoke in between your laughs before calming down “what do we need to do now?” Ra looked at the artifact I took from a museum not that long ago “We need a couple more pieces before the ritual can be done.” I nod ‘oh the ritual. The one that involves a lot of blood’ “Yes that ritual.” I slapped the god’s arm “I told you to stop reading my mind” I looked up to the big golden armored bird, he chuckles lowly before patting my head, his hand clearly bigger than mine I shook him off clicking my tongue. I smiled at the memory of you and Ra first interacting.

“A-avatar??” the deity nods “what is that…like the show about that bald boy?” Ra groans “you fool, you have no idea do you?” I shook my head with my lips pursed. Ra explains to me how an avatar works and all of the quirks. (an excuse cause I forgot hehe) “even if I can, it sounds extremely dangerous!” I looked out at the window seeing a cat staring at me and the god hissing at him “This is why I am offering you: my armor of destruction.” my eyes widened before figurative smoke came out of my ears “I’m confused…” I giggled before the god grabs my arm lightly “I will show you what I mean.” within a blink of an eye I am on the highest building there was in London I grabbed onto the god screaming “What the hell is wrong with you!” the god ignored me as he opened his golden wings that were resting behind his back “You are gifted with the abilities of; flight, enhanced speed and strength, teleportation, you can make a weapon suited for you in any battle. There are more, but you are not ready for them.” I listened in shock as I looked down to see many cars driving by before my knees grow weak out of fear. The god left before I could say anything “wha–what the hell!?” I yelled at the sky thinking he’d be there “how am I supposed to get home?!” “fly back home. I’ll be awaiting for your arrival” the god’s voice boomed in my ear making me groan.

I finally made it back after a long ass time on the clock tower, it took a while before I grew a set of balls and jumped off the building, not before I knew how to summon wings no thanks to the sun god. Opening the door I saw the god standing there “Good job, you were quicker than any other of my avatars.” I looked at him with little tears prickling my eyes “I didn’t even agree!” I yelled at him “I’m just 16! I can’t do whatever you want me to do!” I don’t care if I’m overreacting it’s seriously messed up putting a child through all this. The sun god made his way to me, clearly, I was intimidated and stepped back “You, little one are special, unlike any other avatars I’ve ever had.” I looked back up at him doubtfully “No way…I’m just a nobody” “You have a good heart, and you follow your own rule, not anyone else’s.” I looked at him again before smiling softly.

It took me fully 2 months to finally give him an answer, but obviously, I said yes to his offer, not long after he made me his avatar and we were off. With whatever duties he needed me to fulfill, I did as I was told. I didn’t mind the missions either, I gained many skills throughout my missions now, three years passed, I turned 19 it’s 2018 and it has already been a couple of years since the blip has happened, it has impacted everyone’s lives during the past 5 years...

I walked in the busy streets of China, our last needed relic was last seen here making my way to the subway I pulled the hood of my hoodie down to cover my hair and face. I heard the relic was kept by a fearsome gang leader that goes by the name ‘Reaper’ . The name made me scoff due to how corny it was, ok so slip in get it, and get out, simple as that. I cracked my neck before quietly sneaking into the hideout, I felt the floor for vibrations closing my eyes. I silently count ‘1..5…14…..27.’ There were 27 people there. That'll be a hassle especially if they all carry guns. The more action the more fun it’ll be I suppose! 

I woke up suddenly taking a deep breath, where the hell am I again looking around everything suddenly came back to me I checked my phone for the time ‘6:45 am March 14th, 2022.’ I double-take at the year ‘what the fuck’ stumbling out of bed trying to recall the recent memories last time you checked it was 2018. Was it all just a weird dream? How old am I? Looking at the full body mirror in the hotel room I see my scar adorned body “yeesh, I thought your healing suit would heal my wounds, Ra” the god appears on my bed sitting down he shrugs while continuing to stare at me I dismissed him while I checked myself out, I have a rather toned body, wearing only a shirt and underwear I quickly change into better clothes. “Wanna go visit the museum?” I asked Ra, and he agreed before disappearing I grabbed my keys and left. 

London hasn't changed whatsoever I don’t even mean it in a bad way, I just missed it. I haven’t been home in forever so seeing it hasn’t changed made me happy. Arriving at the museum I smiled before quickly entering the building, apparently, they have more Egyptian artifacts than before so I’m really excited to see them “e-excuse me?” I felt someone lightly tap my shoulders turning around I see a rather cute guy with curly hair and a shy smile staring at me “are you lost? I couldn’t help but see you were looking at the Statue of Ra are you interested in that artifact?”

” he asks, I nod my head “no I’m not lost, and yes I am interested in the statue of ra, can you be my tour guide?” his eyes quickly widened before he hesitated “I-I’m sorry, I’m not the tour guide..I just work at the gift shop..” he looks at his feet while his hands were shoved deep in his pocket, he is wearing a greyish blue coat that fits his look really well, his soft brown eyes look around the museum “you seem like you know a lot about these artifacts.” I glanced at the statue next to me “can you tell me about this statue?” I point towards the Statue of Khufu before he quickly made his way to my side “oh Khufu, he is an ancient Egyptian pharaoh of the first dynasty and builder of the Great Pyramid of Giza, he has ruled for 63 years from 2589BCE to 2566BCE. Pretty cool innit?” he smiles before looking towards me, something about him makes me feel warm I smile back before looking at his name tag ‘Steven’ I read “wow Steven! that is super cool!” I was about to say something before a woman came walking up to me and Steven “Stevey what are you doing? You aren’t the bloody tour guide” the women looked at him before smiling at me “I am so sorry if my employee was pestering you” I quickly shook my head “No no no! He isn’t pestering me at all! I was just looking around before he told me some awesome facts about the Statue of Khufu! You should make him a tour guide!” I see Steven blush before shaking his head.

You glanced at the clock before you looked back at Steven who was making his way to the gift shop, walking towards his place you could see him talking to himself ‘doesn’t he look crazy?’ Ra spoke in your head “shut up, don’t be rude” I got to Steven finally getting his attention “Steven!” He let out a small yelp before realizing who it was “woah woah woah, you alright mate? You seemed like you’re in a deep thought” I gave him a soft smile before he mimics the gesture “y-yeah no you’re alright, I was in a deep thought. Did…did you need something? Uh j-jelly?” He stutters as he is trying to make a conversation, it made me giggle before I stopped him from embarrassing himself more “it’s alright, I was actually wondering…if you wanted to hangout after work? I know it might seem sudden but I enjoy your company!” He looks absolutely adorable with his face pink and his eyes wide, it took him a second before he started to nod his head rapidly “s-sure! Uh I get o-off work at 7pm! So will you be f-free?” I nod before taking a couple steps back “yeah I’ll be free! I’ll see ya soon. So It’s a date?” 

Steven nods “y-yeah, a date!”

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You knew this was a horrible idea. 

It’s Saturday night and you and your boyfriend were back in another night club after being kicked out from one just hours before. Daniel had gotten too drunk, as he always does, causing you to kindly ask the bartender to cut him off. Daniel didn’t take that too lightly resulting in a gnarly swing at the poor guy just doing his job. 

Security threw you out and Daniel called an Uber to go where you thought was going to be your apartment but twenty minutes later you pulled up to another club practically on the other side of town. You yelled at Daniel but he pushed aside stumbling inside for yet even more drinks and mistakes waiting for him inside. 

You sat at the bar simply drinking some water and snacking on some peanuts keeping your eye on your garbage boyfriend. You're constantly checking the time on your phone, annoyed with every passing minute. It was 2 am and you just wanted to go home and sleep. You were even debating texting your brother Steve hoping you could just crash at his place not too far from where you were but it would be incredibly irresponsible to just leave Daniel in the state he’s in. 

So you waited and waited and waited. Your eyelids felt heavy and your energy was just completely drained. You were basically a zombie. It wasn’t until a guy approached your half asleep body that you felt a sense of alert. Daniel was shit-faced so you were practically defenseless. 

“Hey,” the guy shouted over the music.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. My boyfriend’s-” you quickly said, only to be cut off.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hit on you. I’ve got a boyfriend of my own,” he chuckled, making you breathe out in relief. 

“Sorry,” you cringed at yourself. 

“It’s alright; but uh, I hate to be the one to tell you this. You might want to check with your boyfriend,” he said sympathetically. 

You pushed your way through the crowd scanning every face in search of Daniel. What did he do? Is he hurt? Did he get in trouble again? Is he getting arrested? Where is he-

“Daniel?” you said eyes tearing up a bit. 

His arms were wrapped around another girl’s waist as he kissed her the way he kissed you. She practically moaned as their tongues slobbered disgustingly with each other. Their hips grinding against each other proactively as if you weren’t even there. Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage, gripping Daniel’s short hairs and pulling his head away from whoever this girl was. 

“What the fuck?” the girl complained, her eyes completely bloodshot. 

“Did he tell you that he was here with his girlfriend tonight?” you're sad with gritted teeth. Daniel stumbled around still unable to register what the hell was happening. 

“Oh my god, you forreal?” she said.

“Who fucking cares? She’s a prude anyway. I got more action with you than I did her in the past, what, six months?” Daniel slurred. 

“You know what, you’re a fucking prick, dude. She deserves so much better than you; I bet your dick is small anyway,” the girl said.

“Fuck you too bitch,” Daniel spit. 

“I can’t believe you,” you said. 

“Oh, whoop-dee-doo, big fucking surprise. Babe, you’re a prude. Can’t you see it? I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with you anymore,” he practically puked out the words without any second thought. 

“Fine, then I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, you fucking asshole,” you stormed away holding in the tears; he wasn’t worth it. 

Almost three am and you just dumped your cheating lowlife boyfriend on the other side of town. Steve wasn’t answering his phone and you even wanna be near the club anymore. Walking speedily staring at your screen desperate to call an Uber home, you bumped harshly into a hard chest falling to the ground on your bum. 

“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry, darling,” the man said helping you up by your elbows.

“It’s ok. I wasn’t looking- Bucky?” 

“Oh, hey kid. What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning and you don’t live anywhere near here,” Bucky said, crossing his arms. 

“Daniel got himself kicked from the one by our apartment and Ubered here instead.”

“So where’s Daniel?” Bucky scowled; he’s always hated that guy, so did Steve.

“Probably fucking some other chick in the bathroom,” your voice cracked. 

“What?”

“It’s nothing; I just want to go home,” you cried.

“Hey, it’s ok; it’s ok. Do you wanna crash at me and Steve’s? He’s gone for the weekend with Peggy; you can stay in his room at least for the night,” Bucky offered; so that’s why Steve’s not answering his phone. 

“I don’t wanna intrude on your night. I can just call an Uber, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Steve’ll kill me if he found out I left his baby sis alone in the streets of New York at three in the morning. It’s not a problem, we were just bar hopping and I stopped drinking ages ago.”

“Are you sure, Buck?”

“Of course,” he smiled warmly at you. 

“Hey, Nat!”

“What’s up?” a beautiful redhead approached you both.

“Gonna head home ; don’t do anything stupid,” he chuckled. 

“You too,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “Catch you Monday?” 

“You’re stupid. I’ll see ya,” Bucky laughed before grabbing your hand and headed towards his apartment. 

“Thanks again, Buck. For letting me stay here tonight,” you said once you entered his apartment. 

It had been a while since you hung out at your brother’s apartment but nothing’s changed. Typical men and their inability to change even a throw pillow. You set your small bag on the couch before Bucky led you to Steve’s room. There were pictures of you and him posing at Steve’s graduation; and later your own. Pictures of Steve and Bucky at a theme park, during a bar-be-que for Steve’s birthday. So many memories that Steve held onto in his room. 

“Time really flies doesn’t it?” Bucky said, slightly startling you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re fine. But you’re right. Feels all these pictures were taken yesterday,” you reminisced. 

“I got you some clothes if you need to change; I’ll give you privacy,” Bucky said, slipping from the room briskly. 

You sat on the bed frustrated with everything. Your body was so drained from being up so early in the night, to the fight with Daniel. The past couple months with him were so awful. He was just so mean to you all the time and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong? When did things shift?

"Is everything ok, darling?" Bucky asked quietly, knocking on the door when you hadn't come out after a while.

"What did I do wrong? I thought he loved me," you choked out. 

Bucky sighed as he walked over to the bed sitting beside you before engulfing you in a warm hug. You cried into his shoulder and Bucky couldn't help the anger that bubbled inside him for your excuse of a boyfriend Daniel. He never got along with the guy and now he finally has a reason to knock his teeth in.

"You didn't do anything, I know it. That prick wouldn't know love if it hit him in the face. It's his loss. You deserve so much better than that asshole. Look at me, you're so beautiful and funny and fucking adorable; any guy who can't see how perfect you are, is a dense piece of shit." 

"James," you whispered. 

His words made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. But Bucky’s always had that effect on you. Even growing up. You weren’t going to sit there and pretend that hearing his words hadn't had a deeper effect than they would’ve coming from Daniel. Sometimes you wondered what being with Bucky would be like. You’re not the first to admit how handsome Bucky was and growing up you did have quite the crush on your brother’s best friend.  

You don't know what it was, whether it was the alcohol still swimming through your veins, or just feeling so vulnerable being in Bucky's arms but you wanted him badly. You needed him, needed to feel something again. And you knew he could give it to you. You pressed your lips to his and in an instant his hands dropped to your hips pulling you impossibly close against his body. Your hands went to the back of his head as you kissed him messily. Your noses bumped and teeth clashed but it was the best kiss you’ve ever had. 

“Fuck, your brother’s gonna kill me,” Bucky mumbled, almost to himself, as he slowly laid you down on your back.

Bucky’s hands trailed up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then as he continued kissing you passionately. Your own hands couldn’t help but tug at his shirt desperately. When he did so, your breath was completely taken away. It had been years since you’d seen Bucky without a shirt. 

Not only had he been quite skinny just like your brother back then, but not long after leaving for college with Steve he was in a bike accident that left him with ghastly scars and burns along his left arm and shoulder. Since then, it’s fair to say Bucky never really ever took his shirt off. It had taken years just for him to remove the glove he’d always wear to cover the scars on his hand.

“You’ve gotten so strong, James,” you grinned, reaching out to brush the flexed muscles running down his front. 

He simply stared at you with an anticipating and anxious expression on his face, waiting for you to state the obvious. When you didn’t, when you pulled his head down to kiss him once again, he almost cried. Bucky hadn’t been with a woman in so long, afraid of this very moment. He knew at that moment, there was no one quite like you. 

Bucky fell in love. 

“Let me take care of you, darling. You’ve been so good to me,” Bucky whispered huskily in your ear as he trailed his hand under your own shirt brushing his fingertips along the underside of your breast.

His lips pressed softly against your hot skin along your neck before standing up between your legs at the end of the bed. He pulled your shirt off then played cheekily with the straps of your bra that you still had on. You smiled back at him with the same playful stare, reaching behind you to unclasp the material. 

You could see the way Bucky’s eyes darken and his pupils widened as he stared in awe at your naked chest. Your skin bursted into chills under his hungry gaze even though you felt like you were burning up. Bucky leaned forward kissing down the valley of your breasts, nipping once in a while playfully before laying you back down. He shimmied you out of your bottoms easily, kneeling on the ground leaving you completely bare before him. 

“You are absolutely stunning, princess,” Bucky whispered, running his hands up your thighs slowly. 

“Bucky, please. I need you,” you whimpered. 

“Don’t worry, darling. I promise I’m gonna take good care of you,” he smirked devilishly. 

He pushed your knees open, eyeing the arousal that glistened between your thighs. He brought his fingers up to you slowly rubbing your slick around before finally pushing a thick and long finger past your folds. Your body shuddered solely at the foreign but pleasurable feeling, already moaning softly. 

Bucky’s cock strained through pants upon hearing your beautiful moans; they were like music to his ears. He couldn’t help the way his hips would buck into the mattress in a desperate attempt to relieve some pain from his erection. Soon after he pulled his fingers from you slowly only to thrust them further in you, curling his fingers just right. 

He brought his mouth down to you, wrapping his lips around your clit sucking harshly. You gasped and your back arched, overwhelmed with pleasure Bucky was giving you with just his mouth and fingers. All the times that you’d given yourself to your ex, he had never made you feel this good before, feel this full; let alone with his fingers. Bucky was taking his time with you solely for your own pleasure and it made your heart swoon. 

Your legs trapped Bucky’s head between your thighs, squeezing as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands went to his hair pulling on his dark locks causing Bucky to moan deeply against you. You were so close to a release; your legs shaking violently and your stomach tightening. 

“Come on, princess. Want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, darling?”

“Fuck!”

“Be a good girl and make a mess,” Bucky teased.

His fingers moved faster as he swirled his tongue around and over your clit just as quickly. You were becoming overwhelmed and that coil bursted in the pit of your stomach. You pushed Bucky’s face from you, shrieking with pure pleasure; Bucky’s kept the rapid pace with fingers as you fell over the edge.

“Fucking hell, that was so hot, princess,” Bucky said standing up; his fingers, arm, his chest was covered in your arousal. 

“Did I do that?” your voice trembled. 

“Because of me,” Bucky winked playfully.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you let your head fall back on the bed as you briefly caught your breath.

Bucky grabbed his shirt that he discarded not long ago and quickly wiped his chest and arm before discarding his pants and boxers. He nearly moaned at the feeling when he finally freed his dick from the restraining garments. His hand instantly wrapped around the base before pumping himself a few times. 

You brought yourself onto your elbows momentarily ogling at the sight of Bucky completely bare before you. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. Bucky crawled over you kissing you deeply and messily; but perfectly. He pulled away and you both had goofy smiles on your faces before bursting into a fit of giggles, Bucky’s head burying into the crook of your neck.

“You’re so goddamn adorable, princess,” Bucky’s voice was muffled. 

“Bucky,” you whined. 

You couldn’t resist squirming underneath the burly man. Although, you’ve just had what was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you wanted more. You needed more; you needed Bucky. 

“I got you, darling. I got you.” 

Bucky wanted to tease you more, make you beg, but he was just as desperate to feel you as you were. He propped himself up on his elbows kissing you one last time before reaching between your bodies and lining his dick with your entrance. Both you and Bucky moaned simultaneously as he stretched you out; curses spilling from his lips as incoherent moans fell from yours. 

“So fucking tight, princess. Squeezing my cock just right, aren’t ya?” he whispered.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you whimpered.

Bucky began to slowly move his hips in and out of you deliciously. He quickly picked up the pace, jetting his hips rapidly making your moans louder. Bucky sat up on his knees and gripped your waist surely to leave bruises in your wake. This new angle surprised you and you couldn’t help the squeals and moans that left your mouth. You chanted Bucky's name like a prayer; as if it was the only word you knew. 

Bucky watched you carefully, your face contorting with pure euphoric pleasure. He couldn’t help notice the small bump in your lower belly and without a second thought, he grabbed your hands pressing them firmly over your tummy. 

“You feel how deep I am, darling? Fucking poking through,” Bucky grunted. 

“Shit! Oh, it feels so good,” you moaned. 

“That’s right, no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good again. This pussy’s mine now,” Bucky growled. 

He took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat squeezing the sides gently but firm at the same time. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned even louder, confident that the neighbors were sure to complain in the morning. Feeling Bucky’s hand around your neck was so exhilarating; you and Daniel had never ever experimented with anything beyond a pair of handcuffs, and that particular night went horribly. 

You like being choked by Bucky. 

“Fucking slut; you like this, don’t ya?” he came down to whisper huskily against your lips. 

“Mh-hm,” you moaned with a devilish grin, your bottom lip resting between your teeth before your eyes rolled back again. 

“Such a fucking beauty you are.”

Bucky hips snapped in and out and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he needed to release.

“God, I’m close, princess,” he growled. 

His hand moved to rest on the back of your neck to pull you up so you straddled his thighs and your chest was flushed against his. Your sensitive and hardened nipples brushed against his slightly sweaty skin causing you to shudder in pleasure. Bucky’s lips attached themselves to your skin along your collar bones sucking harshly leaving purple marks all along.

Your legs shook once again as they did before and soon enough with an arched back and shout of Bucky’s name you came all over his cock. Overwhelmed with your sex, Bucky bit harshly on your shoulder in a poor attempt to muffled the loud groans and moans he elicited. Feeling your velvety walls squeeze tightly around him pushed him over the edge, coating your walls with hot ribbons on cum. 

He fell forward almost crushing you but you were too tired to complain. Bucky continued to pepper soft kisses all over your skin whispering how good you were to him, how beautiful you looked. Just absolutely showering with compliments. You felt him slowly getting off you, probably afraid he was crushing you, but you didn’t want him to leave just yet. 

“Don’t,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his body. 

“I don’t want to crush you, darling.”

“You’re not.”

Bucky chuckled before settling completely above you, careful not to make you uncomfortable. Hardly any time went by when he felt the even and soft puffs of air hitting his skin, sure that you had fallen asleep. He picked himself up and with major guilt for his best friend, picked you up from the bed and walked you to his own room. 

After he was sure you stayed sound asleep, Bucky grabbed a clean pair of boxers and hurried himself to Steve’s room again. He collected all the discarded clothes and the dirty sheets and tossed them in the washing machine to clean right away. 

He hadn’t meant to fuck his best friend’s little sister, let alone in his own room, on his own bed, but it all happened so fast. 

He went back to his room letting the clothes do it’s thing, and quickly grabbed his phone. He messaged Steve, telling him that when he got back for his weekend with Peggy, he really needed to talk to him. 

Tonight made Bucky realize how much he loved you. Growing up, you two had always been close. But he doesn’t know when he stopped being friendly and instead began flirting. Bucky wanted to be with you; he knew it now more than ever. 

Bucky watched your gorgeous sleeping form on his bed. He smiled to himself before opening the window; the sun already rising and those beautiful golden rays seeped through the glass window, making you look angelic. He crawled into bed cuddling flushed against your naked body. He chuckled softly when you realized he’d returned, wiggling even further into his arms. 

“I love you, Bucky,” you mumbled. 

“I love you, too, darling.”

And he really, and truly did love you. As did you love him. 

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