#it's funny but taking the time to fold and examine my clothes

[botchallthethings]

Status of various clothing repair and alteration projects:

Sweater gusset project: 90% complete and fully wearable. Not marked fully complete because I may at some point go back over the line demarcating the original cuffs with black stitches to make it look intentional, and may at some point swap out the buttons for prettier ones. I may also line the neck with a softer woven fabric, as it can be scratchy on my skin if I’m not wearing a high-necked shirt underneath

Pullover to cardigan conversion: complete! I’m very satisfied with it and have gotten compliments on it already. I personally think that the cut lines are slightly stretched out and wavy and would do things a little differently next time, but they’re quite secured and stabilized now (sewn, rolled into a hem and sewn, then a grosgrain ribbon was sewn on). This really fits my style, and I like the three clasps at the bust that make it fit more like an empire-waisted garment than a normal button-up cardigan.

Funky-neckline dress bodice to bolero conversion: functionally completed but I’m not satisfied yet. I think I want to re-sew the bottom hook and eye (again!) so it pulls less. Also, that will necessitate re-sewing the button for visual balance (it was supposed to be functional but that was a pain and I gave up) Ugh, this just was not constructed in a way to fit me but it is pretty enough that I want to salvage it. I may rip out the princess seaming and do a bust reduction; alternatively, I might just get some cups and batting at the sewing store and pad it out so that it doesn’t cave in.

Faintly bleach-stained sweater: Fixed with sharpie, and you know what? I really like it a lot more! Funny how little tiny things can make something feel worn out and unlovely.

Grey undershirt with pinprick holes: mended (and wow there were so many of them! How is it that once you start mending, you find so many more holes??). Now I’d like to soak it in oxyclean because it’s yellowing in some areas. Despite the fact that nobody but me will ever see it, I’ll like it more if it’s well-cared for.

Old cowl-necked black shirt that I resented but also could not bring myself to throw away: mended and loved once more! I could not bear throwing it away, and once I secured some loose threads, fixed a run in the sleeve, and picked away some mysterious red flecks and sharpied the rest, it feels new. It turns out I really love this shirt and my feeling of frustration and boredom was directly linked to all of the little evidences of wear that were not noticeable to anybody but the wearer. It’s really quality, too! Very soft and not pilling despite the amount of wear I’ve put on it

Stained shirt embroidery project: put on hold for an unknown amount of time because I realized I’d forgotten the fact that I owned a matching square scarf with a floral pattern; my original dandelion design needs to complement it and I think I need to re-think it and get new embroidery threads

Coat strap: Shortened effectively and while the thread’s not a perfect match, literally no one but me is going to notice and I really don’t care about it

Socks: two pairs of socks to darn, one of them a pair of wool toe socks (ugh but worth it to fix) and the other pair a decorative pair of cotton socks that are cheap enough that they really don’t deserve mending but I don’t really have any other pairs of lightweight tall socks and like these, so I’d better mend them before they’re too threadbare.

Boat-neck shirt that’s too wide-necked for comfort: experimental lacework at the neckline complete and functional. Unfortunately this shirt needs more work and I’m not keen on doing it, but it’s a nice long-sleeved shirt and really comfortable, so I should get on with it. Ideally I’d add cuffs in matching yarn, and add something to the hem as well (needle lace might be something to look in here). It’s also got some ink stains that I have no idea what design to use to cover, but I have beads and ribbons and thread. This is probably a backburner piece for now. I think I’m going to use it to experiment on and keep it as a comfort/casual shirt for now. I’ve got a darker teal version of the shirt with all the same problems and promises, sans stain, and I think it has a chance of being more polished than this one if I do it right, so I want to make all the mistakes on the stained shirt.

Sweatshirt that I love and treated carelessly: buried with my summer clothes from the move. *sigh*...this is all my fault. I used it to hold ripe wild persimmons and turns out those do NOT like to come out, not even from dark navy clothes. Then, when I tried to use oxyclean because that fixed my last stain, I neglected to read the info that says don’t use it with metal! And my lovely sweatshirt is lovely because of its metal zipper and fixings! So now it’s got purplish-reddish spots on it from the reaction of the metal to the oxyclean and I don’t know how to fix it. I know I need a good blue to balance out what was lost, but the spots are big enough that a real dye rather than a permanent marker is probably in order, and it’s got white cloth lettering so dyeing will be a little tricky.

Not mending: tablet weaving! Slow work in progress and I need to unpick some stuff (ugh! spent a few hours stuck on that last night!), but it’s looking a lot more successful than it did a few days ago. Also, I have oodles of yarn that I should spin. I haven’t, because I think I’m a little bored with the plain white color, but I eventually will get back to it. I should look into dyeing, frankly. Also, I would like to make a sweater, some mittens, and maybe a pair of socks, but I don’t know what my skill level at making yarn is or what I could tolerate the feel of the most, and I’ve got a 50$ gift card to my LYS, which is not too shabby but also not enough for a sweater. I figure I could get a pair of mittens or socks out of it, or I could use it to discount the cost of a sweater. Gotta find patterns I want to use, though...

Lessons learned:

There’s a lot you notice consciously or subconsciously about your clothes that someone who doesn’t wear them wouldn’t, and sometimes small changes can transform how you feel about them.

Once you start noticing things, you keep noticing them, and so you’ll probably find a lot more to mend once you start, but I promise it’s worth it

It’s tedious to finish projects but it’s worth it to stick with them to the end and not call quits until you’re actually satisfied, because “it’s okay” and “it’s exactly how I want it, or at least the closest I can get to ideal using my skill set” is the difference between reaching for clothes and ignoring them for ages

To flesh that out a little, there’s a difference between “I don’t care”  and “I do care but haven’t noticed/acknowledged it” and “I’m too frustrated to keep going but I am actually still bothered.” The first one is a good place to stop, but the others are not. Being able to tell the difference between a) genuinely not being bothered by the myriad of little imperfections in handmade/altered clothing, b) being bugged at the subconscious level, and c) being quite bothered at a conscious level but too frustrated to keep going/giving up is really important. A is a good stopping point, B is something that it pays to notice and address, and C is something that asks you to step away for a project for a while but come back to it, because projects in a state of B and C are going to bother you at some level, even if you’re calling them “complete,” and that negativity is going to affect your relationship to the clothes, even if it’s subconscious. A is great, though, definitely stop there if you genuinely don’t care.

It is complicated to figure out how a jacket should fit and attach, especially when there are curves and overlapping edges involved!! Not a quick fix, lots of trying on to do

Iron stuff before sewing. It makes a difference. Really.

Probably don’t use the zigzag stitch to secure an edge of a lacy sweater you cut in half because it stretches it out and you’re probably going to roll the edges anyways and it’s hard to un-stretch and un-curl

Read the instructions of cleaning projects. Yes, even when you’ve used them before on different garments

I also learned how much red goes into navy, though, so I guess there’s another lesson. I wish it just didn’t have to happen to my Perfect Sweatshirt. I have not fully ruled out buying a new blank one from the company that makes it and re-sewing on the decoration, or making a new Perfect Sweatshirt from one of their base ones, but I haven’t decided if that’s overkill or not yet.

[mystellenia]

giving ellie a hoodie full of kisses ୨ৎ

summary: you paint a hoodie with kisses for ellie, and the gesture flusters her.

content: nothing much, just ellie being shy

notes: answer to this req!! i'm trying a new format of posts. sometimes i see people do not quite hcs but also not quite a normal, paragraph-formatted fic. its this in between of bullet points????? idk lemme know if yall like it

(wc 0.6 k)

after spending an hour on painting your lips and pressing them to the cloth of the hoodie you'd gotten for ellie, you sat back and examined your work

you had to admit: the hoodie looked beautiful. but! you did not!!!! your lips were stained red from the paint, your back hurt from hunching over to kiss the hoodie, and you'd probably ingested about an ounce of red40!!! (i know red 40 is in food but let me be silly)

after washing the paint that had gotten on your skin off in the sink, you ironed the sweatshirt to seal the paint in (don't ask me how that works bc idk i just saw it on tiktok like 10 mins ago)

and now we wait for ellie to come home!!

when she finally comes in, she throws her keys on the table near the door and toes her dusty, disintegrating, been-to-bethlehem-and-back converse, bc have you seen them. one day she's gonna take a step and they're gonna turn into a cloud of dust i swear

anyway you're sitting on the couch with your phone in your lap, the painted sweatshirt folded into a square with the kisses hidden inside. she walks towards you and gives you a lil kissy kiss on the forehead like hiiii

you get all smiley because you're excited for her to see the sweatshirt and she gets all suspish.... like what's so funny....

sooooooo.... you tell her you made her something and unfold the hoodie and hold it up to your body so she can see the full thing. and she would soooo get all beet red, like, "...you made this for me?"

and you're like "yes of course do you like it queen" then she gets over the like flusteredness (????(actually i revoke my ???? bc i just made that a word)) and gets so happi like yayyy!!!!

then she looks all confused at your lips and is like "is that why your lips look so severely chapped and red?"

and you get mad so you take away kiss privileges so she does the only reasonable thing which is putting you in a headlock to force kiss you

would definitely immediately put it on and go look in the mirror at her with it on. she'll start geeking and thank you and all that jazz

she would wear that shit 24/7. sleeping working showering shitting ANYWHERE best believe she has that hoodie on. and you tell her its been like 2 weeks of her wearing it nonstop so she needs to wash it but she refuses bc she doesn't want the kisses to start fading. u wash it anyway bc its dirty and she cold shoulders you for about 30 mins before she sees some dumb reel she just has to show you (me fr).

i feel like she's a hot sleeper--like she gets too hot at night to wear the hoodie but she still wants it so she'll just hold it as a baby blanket of sorts and Whatnot.

wait very unrelated but does anyone have a baby blanket that they've had for so long its like basically just threads thats so funny

but overall she loves it. she likes to kiss the kiss prints you made on the sweatshirt bc it's "like kissing you."

there was one time she couldn't find it for like 2 days (because you'd washed it since she never does) and she tried to act all nonchalant and unaffected like she wasn't about to start tweaking and like twitching

then you gave it to her all calm because it was literally just in the wash and she was like "what😨😨😨 where did you find it😨😨😨" and you just tell her it was in the wash and shes like "oh that makes sense"

pls im so sorry. before i say anything i would like to formally apologize to the anon who submitted the ask for this bc this is so shit. you ask me for a product and this is how i repay you!! shame on me. please dilly dally on over to my asks and ask me something else so i can actually, i don't know, do a good job!! this ask was cute tho u ate with that

@picklesarenice69

wow i very strongly dislike this format so much this is the first and last time i will be doing this!!! i’m only posting this bc its been like a week since i last posted and the citizens will soon revolt, which the city's defenses cannot afford!! we're about to run out of wheat like times are getting tough. maybe i should just try just headcanons 🤔

can you tell i was fighting demons to not make this my normal vocab and format. like just look at this sentence and how it progresses: "when she finally comes in, she throws her keys on the table near the door and toes her dusty, disintegrating, been-to-bethlehem-and-back converse, bc have you seen them." the way that sentence progresses is just the silly demons taking over and also my coping mechanism for grimacing at how much i didnt mesh with this format

like i just couldnt take myself seriously. "yes of course do you like it queen" HELLO??? WHY DID I TYPE THAT but i will not be fixing and/or deleting it bc its making me giggle

dont get me wrong some of you ladies chew it up but i am made for unreasonably long and time consuming fics!!! i’m getting heated too bc not only is this so short and quick to do but it also takes less focus and brain power and ofc i had to make things hard for myself and hate it!!! i’m soooooooooooo silly

click here!! oh and here too!! ˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶

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edit: wait i would like to clarify that i just hate this because perhaps i’m not used to it. if you guys like this maybe i'll do more bc i follow the clout always 💯

[whatsaninterestingplacethisis]

Lovers

Imagine

Mat Barzal x Latina!reader

Synop: y/n locks eyes with a stranger one night and it leads to uncertain 'relationship' between the two; a one night stand leads to too many nights.

a/n: no smut but very suggestive, y/n is emotionaly unavaliable 😪, in a way i replace the smut with humor bc i think im funny 😔 angst + fluff, black cat reader x sunshine Matt in a sense ? Im indifferent w this work >:/

cw: mentions of drinking, cussing, suggestiveness

+

That stupid little red dress. The one you kept pulling down as it hiked up every step you took. That's what the oversized black leather jacket was for; to save the hassle but it didn't do much besides keeping you warm.

That same little red dress is on your bedroom floor, alongside with your black boots and his jeans with the belt still looped in them.

You locked eyes with him that same night in that crowded bar. You would never take him home but they way your makeup held that night and how the dress fitted you, it gave you confidence to do so.

It was difficult to fall asleep right after, the adrenaline had warm your body, too hot to sleep. But after some cooling down and examining his sharp facial features, you fell into a slumber.

+

With a well rested sleep, especially after that night, you woke up early. Fortunately so, you had plans with some friends late morning. You showered and thought of how to remove the man in your bed.

After getting dressed and putting your dress in the hamper, you picked up his discarded clothes from last night and messily folded them and chucked them at his bare back.

"Wakey wakey, no bakey." you sarcastically said in a loud enough voice to wake the nameless stranger. You were sure he had told you his name but had forgotten.

The nameless stranger stirred and moaned as he flipped over under the sheets. He rubbed his eyes trying to focus on your dressed self at the foot of the bed. You could see a smirk creep on his face as he realized what happened last night.

"Get dressed." you demand in a softer voice this time. You made your way to your side of the bed and started to make the bed, prompting him to actually move and get dressed.

"Jeez, no good morning or-" he finally sat up and started to put on his boxers,

"No. I have plans and can't have a stranger in my house." You walked around to start to make his side of your bed.

He stood up towering over you, "you did last night." he said with another smirk of his, his chest was bare and he messed with his belt buckle.

"Not alone in my house." you tilted up to look at him, moving him out of the way with your hips, folding the sheets back over.

You grabbed his shirt and pushed him with it towards the front door,

"I would like to see you again." he said as he quickly slid his shirt over his head,

You laughed, "I'm sure you would, bye bye." you closed and locked the door after him and continued to get ready.

+

The next weeknight you were relaxing after work, eating dinner on the couch watching some tv. As soon as you placed your bowl down, you heard soft knocks at your door.

You looked through the peephole and your eyes widened as you saw the same face of the guy who was in your sheets a few days ago.

You opened the door ajar, "What the hell are you doing here?" your eyebrows furrowed together.

"I wasn't joking when I said I wouldn't mind seeing you again." He stood with his hands in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

"Maybe you don't understand the concept of a one night stand but it usually happens only one night."

He laughed at your explanation, "I know what we did. I'm just saying if you don't mind, we can hang out again."

"I don't want to be in a relationship or even date for that matter." you opened the door more as to where the conversation was going.

"Neither do I." he stated to your surprise.

"Are you implying to be fuck buddies?" you whispered the term as you two were having the conversation in a public hallway.

He struggled to hold back a laugh, "In a few words, yes."

"Okay." you relaxed against the door,

"Okay?" he questioned not understanding your answer,

"Yeah, sure." you agreed to the relation.

"Cool, we should share numbers then." he pulled out his phone and passed it to you. The new contact page had your name typed out in the right box.

"You remember my name?" you looked up at him after typing your number in.

"Yeah, what you don't remember mine?" he joked expecting a laugh but you still couldn't remember his name. He saw the slight worry in your eyes and smiled,

"It's Mat." you passed his phone back and he saved the contact,

"Sorry," you said sheepishly.

"No worries." he said as if he had been embarrassed too. But he kept standing there.

"Do you want to- tonight?" you asked indifferent of his intentions when coming over to your place.

"I mean I wasn't expecting it on my drive over here but I'm down..." he leaned forward onto the doorway.

With his face inches way from yours, you leaned forward, caressing his loose hair strands,

"I'm not. I'm on my period, so goodnight Mat." you pulled away from the tension and slightly pushed his chest away.

“Wait. We could still hang, watch a movie or something.” he tried to negotiate but failed,

"Yeah, no. Text me in a week and I should be free, goodnight." you quickly closed the door before he could speak anymore.

+

Mat had given you a full week to meet up again and it was awkward at first on your behalf. The first night with him after the bar really only happened with the help of alcohol but to plan accordingly sober was very different.

He called you, not texted, and gave you the option to see him at his place or yours. You told him yours to lessen the anxiety.

It was silly you thought. Panicking over sleeping with a guy who had already seen you naked. It was probably the fact that he wanted to see you again in that state that made you overthink so much.

But at the end of the night he came, he also came to your place.

And it became a system. He called to see you. You texted to see him. It went on for months of pure sex. Nothing else as you pledged the second time you saw him. But there were moments were he broke his pledge. Moments where he was becoming more of a friend than a fuck buddy.

I.

When he had time the mornings after he was generous to cook you breakfast,

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey" he mocked you from the first morning. He brought you a plate of a simple but nutritional breakfast and a glass of orange juice to his bed.

You groaned to be woken up but loved the smell of food in the morning, "Is this all for me?" you asked half asleep, reaching for the fork but he pulled the plate away,

"No, actually it's just for me. Your plate is in the kitchen." he deadpanned. Still half asleep you slowly blinked at what he said.

"I'm just kidding," he passed you the fork, "Just a joke because of your lack of hospitality from the first night." you noted he wasn't going to let that go for a while.

"I said I was sorry but that night was different from what we have now." you said before taking a bite of your food.

"I know. It's just fun teasing you." he said softly as he watched you eating his food.

This was from the first weeks. You had kept some walls up because from your standpoint it was all and only sex. But something about Mat forced you to open with him. With a smooth transition, the two of you became friends with benefits from fuck buddies.

II.

Mat found it easy to let your walls down by making you laugh but in other words he teased you, so he laughed at you but it all good and fun when you teased him back.

From the very beginning Mat favored talking over the phone rather than text. For your relationship, texting seemed easier and more practical because you didn't mind him just sending 'are you free?' and that be a sign that he wanted to come over. But no, for him he always wanted to have a long conversation about whatever and end the call with, "okay I'll be on my way soon."

And you always obliged, when you texted first he wouldn't text back but immediately call. So one night you decided to ignore his calls and just text him. You knew it would annoy him so even better for a small joke to play.

y/n

hey are you free after practice?

mat

Missed call

y/n

i can't talk right now

mat

Missed call

y/n

so are you free or not?

mat

Missed call

y/n

i guess not

mat

Why are you not answering my calls??

y/n

I just told you.

mat

Incoming call

After you laughed at your own entertainment you finally answered his call, contradicting what you had said.

"I thought you couldn't talk right now." he said through a grin, knowing you were lying.

"I didn't want to talk but you always want to." you admitted

"That's because I like hearing your voice. Although I can hear the sas in your texts just as fine."

"So are you free or not?" you had to get to business before he asked you more questions-

"How was your day?" he asked like always.

You rolled your eyes, "It was fine. Are you free?"

"Mine was pretty good too. Practice went great actually, thanks for asking." he said very sarcastically.

"Mat.'

"Yes?" he said too cheerful

"Are you free?"

"Like right now? Or in a couple of hours. I'm still kind of sweaty. Unless you like that type of stuff-"

Without hesitation you ended the call. Not that you were mad, just a bit annoyed but you knew it would make Mat desperate leaving him high and dry.

mat

Missed call

You kept declining his incoming calls and didn't bother to text because if he did want to see you tonight he would eventually text.

mat

I'll be there in an hour

y/n

:)

+

III.

A different morning you felt him twirling your hair in his hands,

"What are you doing?" you muttered into his cold sheets

"Trying to braid your hair." he whispered back, fully focused on trying to figure out a pattern.

"Don't. You'll just knot it even more." He didn't give up until a minute later because he was in fact knotting your hair.

You turned around after you felt his hands drop,

"Can you teach me?" he asked

"Youtube it." you whispered with your eyes closed

"I'll learn quicker from you." you felt his hands lightly touch your cheek making you lock eyes with him.

You quickly maneuvered to pull him in by the back of his neck. He smirked awaiting for a kiss, but you pulled his shaggy hair causing him to squeal,

"Ow?! that hurt." his eyes turned sad with his pouted lips,

"I just wanted to see how long your hair is. Not long enough to braid." you massaged the back of his head to soothe the pain.

You sat up straight and pulled your hair forward to slowly teach him a three strand braid. After a what felt like forever he kind of got it.

IV.

Overtime Mat broke your walls completely and you enjoyed every second talking and being with him but there were moments that brought you back to reality. The reality of what the relationship was.

It was Valentines day and you hadn't thought anything major about it. Mat would be busy that night like he mentioned before so you would spend it alone.

If he was free he would spend the night like always but you thought it would be weird to buy him something because you're only friends as you reminded yourself many times. You didn't expect anything from him either.

But he took you by surprise by showing up at your door with a huge bouquet of roses and your favorite chocolate.

"What are those?" you asked baffled from your door

"Rosses and chocolate obviously." he said with a smile

"I thought you said you were busy tonight." you still couldn't believe he actually got you something.

"I lied. I wanted to surprise you."

"Well I'm surprised!" you finally moved to let him in, taking the abnormally large bouquet of flowers to place them on your table,

"I didn't get you anything." you admitted waiting to see his disappointment,

"That's fine. I assumed you expected nothing but I still wanted to get you something. Being with you tonight is enough." he walked towards you and kissed you. It was a different kind of kiss than all the ones you shared before. This one felt genuine and not of lust. It was slow and as he deepened the kiss he was careful to not be so rough.

You felt your heart twang and your stomach fill with anxiety like from the very first nights. Even though you reciprocated with every motion in your body, you pushed him away. You stared up at him questioning everything that had happened to lead up to this moment,

"I'll make it up to you," you tried to change your train of thought.

"How?" he had that smirk on his face again

"Don't act dumb." you began to push him towards your bedroom,

"Wait, what about your chocolate?" as if he cared about the damn chocoalte.

"We can eat it after."

You had to change the scenery quickly to avoid those thoughts. You tried to excuse his behavior as him being nice but you knew too well it was more than that.

"Here's your chocolate, my sweets," he bowed to you in your bed. He had never used an endearing nickname before but you let it slide like all the other things.

"Thanks," he climbed back into your bed taking a piece for himself,

"So I was thinking," he said while chewing,

"Oh that's not good." you joked,

"Ha ha" he sarcastically laughed, "You should come to one of my games. I can get you a good view and maybe you'll like it."

You swiftly gasped almost choking on your chocolate, "Me at your game?"

"That is what I said, yes." he cleaned some chocolate off your lips with his thumb, catching you off guard.

"Okay, sounds fun I guess." you said with very clear uncertainty.

"Doesn't sound like fun,” he laughed at your nerves but reassured you, "I want you to see me play in person, it's only one game. And if you don't like it or we lose miserably I'll make it up to you."

"How will you make it up to me?" you smirked to yourself,

"Don't act dumb." he whispered into your ear, kissing your cheek and neck making you squirm.

Moments like these, filled with bliss made you forget all your worries. But the hours before the actual game, your nerves sank back in.

You dressed accordingly and sat in the stands trying to follow the game. Seeing Mat distinguished by his number felt surreal almost. It was a side of Mat you didn’t indulge in often or at all.

He talked about hockey every now and then but it was very brief. To see him skate as fast as he could was shocking. To see him get slammed into the boards was more than shocking but concerning.

You were alone in your seat. Trying to follow the quick pace game. Looking around at the fans with his jersey number. You felt like an outsider even though the player himself had invited you to be there.

When the game ended and the Islanders had won you weren’t bored. You were glad you saw Mat play in person and see the team win. Mat gave you instructions where to meet him after the game.

After some wrong turns and almost giving up trying to find the locker room, you found a sweaty Matt walking in the halls,

“Hey you made it!” he jogged up to you for a quick hug and a quick kiss. Another action of Matt that surprised you. The two of you never kissed in public.

“I want you to meet some of my teammates.” His body radiated of excitement and giddiness.

“Sure,” you agreed with fake excitement. You were definitely not expecting such socialization with Matt’s close friends.

He introduced you to his teammates as a ‘good friend’ with an arm wrapped around you the whole time. The whole situation was nauseating. His teammates were kind but the whole thing was very confusing; as to what this introduction was or what you and Matt were.

You were able to end the introductions early when you told Matt you didn’t feel good, which wasn’t that far off from the truth,

“Are you okay to drive home?” he asked

“Yeah I’m just have a bad headache.”

“Okay I’ll see you tonight then?” Matt had planned to be with you after the game but you felt it would be better to have some time alone,

“Actually I think I’ll go asleep alone tonight. I’m just worn out.” you tried your best to lie and it barely worked.

“Okay I’ll call tomorrow.” You hum in agreement before almost running out of that arena.

On the drive home you felt your heart beat faster than you ever felt before. Things were getting too real you said to yourself in the car.

You and Matt had promised since the very beginning that this wouldn’t be anything more. But that promise had long been broken. You knew things had to slow down or stop completely, but only one of those options were possible.

+

You thought it would be best to see him at his place rather than your own. So you called him,

“Y/n calling me? It can’t be.” He joked

“Mat can I see you later tonight?” You asked in all seriousness ignoring his joke,

“You know you can y/n.”

“Great I’ll see you later.” You kept the call short, ignoring his calls right after.

When he opened his door for you, he cradled your face and smothered you with kisses. Something he sometimes did when he was in a happy mood.

You hated yourself for what you were about to do,

“Matt we need to talk,” you pushed him away only to see him lean in again, “What? Is it about the game? I thought I had pretty good night. What did you think?”

You despised how your eyes started to tear up but you kept a straight voice,

“We need to end this.”

“What?” He laughed as if he didn’t hear you correctly.

“Whatever this is. Things are getting too personal. They have been for weeks now and I should’ve been more persistent but I am now.”

“What are you talking about?” His hands dropped from your arms to his sides,

“Whatever this was is over.”

“This is over? Just like that?” He scoffed starting to become agitated, he didn’t understand where this was coming from,

“Yeah how else would you end a fuck buddy relationship?” You retaliated in attitude and nerves.

“But this isn’t a fuck buddy relationship! Not when I’m love with you!”

Mat never failed to surprise you but you should have seen this coming.

“You don’t mean that.” you unconsciously replied.

“The fuck I don’t!” His frustration was making things difficult so you had lied next,

“There’s someone else.” You tried to hold eye contact to make things believable but Mat knew better,

“Who?”

“You don’t know him.”

“So you see commitment in this ‘guy’ but not with me? The man you’ve been fucking with the past months.”

“That’s all it was Mat, it was just sex.”

“Thats bullshit! You’re telling me that you don’t feel anything more for me than just a fuck buddy?” His eyes looked dark with sadness and tears welling up,

“I told you from the beginning that I wanted nothing more. You promised too.” You lowered your voice to lessen the awful tension.

“Well I guess I broke that promise.” He stood there waiting for you say something but you didn’t know what else to say. So he broke the silence,

“Y/n, I’m in love with you.” his voice wavered,

“Mat.”

“I love you and you’re scared of being with me fully but I can wait because I don’t believe there is another guy.”

“Mat stop.”

“I’ve been in love with you probably since the very beginning and I’ll still love you for a long time.” He rambled trying to reach for your touch but you had to conclude things.

“Mat, I don’t love you.” You said harshly to get your point across.

You moved his arms from reaching yours, “There is another guy and I need to keep my options open while I’m young. You should too.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered leaving his apartment.

+

It had been weeks when you broke his heart. He didn’t give up even after that horrible fight. He continued to call and text. He even showed up to your place but kept silent.

You tried to not cry for him or the ended relationship. It wasn’t fair or right but it had to be done. That’s at least what you told yourself every night before going to asleep.

Mat would find someone better and move on. It would be like nothing ever happened between you two. Just lost in history.

He eventually stop calling and showing up at your door. It was the first steps to finally moving on you told yourself.

“Who’s ‘M’?” Your friend had pulled you from your thoughts.

“Huh?” You were making dinner for your guest as it was rare to have her over.

“This.” She showed you the polaroid. It was the polaroid Mat had toke of you one of your mornings.

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“Stop snooping.” You watched him walking around your room, observing your shelves and tables.

“I’m not snooping. Just looking.” He grabbed the white polaroid you had gotten as a gift from your shelve.

“Now you’re touching.” You said from the comfort of your bed,

“Say cheese.” He climbed over you to take a picture,

“It’s too early for a photoshoot.” You held your hands up blocking the lens,

“C’mon just one photo,” be begged trying to move your hands,

“I don’t feel pretty.” You pulled your comforter above your face,

He leaned down to slowly pull down the comforter, “You always look pretty,” he whispered as he softly kissed you.

Catching you off guard he took a quick shot of you smiling. He wrote the date and his initial in sharpie after snooping in your desk.

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“He’s just some guy.” You say nonchalantly avoiding the possible topic.

“Did he take this picture?” Of course she asks,

“Yeah he did.” You replied,

“This isn’t the same guy from that bar right?” You didn’t tell her much about Mat. Just that you were seeing someone very casually.

“He is actually, or was.” You tried to focus on the chopped vegetables rather than the sad eyes Mat looked at you with.

“What do you mean was?” She persisted and you gave in explaining everything.

“Hold up. This guy obviously cares about you, even told you that he loves you and you turned him down?”

“This is why I didn’t tell you everything.”

“Because you don’t want to hear the truth that this guy loves you. Love. The things everybody wants. And you just give it up like that.”

“He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with me!”

“Why the hell not!? He had every reason to. Do you love him?” You hated how she asked the most difficult yet important questions.

“I don’t know.” You said half heartedly.

“You don’t know.” Her eyes pierced yours as you kept lying to yourself and others over and over again.

“It would never work me and him! He has a busy schedule and-“ you start the excuses,

“Oh but not busy enough to fuck each other!”

“Y/n be real. Let’s put the lies and excuses away. Why can’t you let yourself be happy for once while you have the chance?”

“You don’t understand. I broke his heart. I saw it in his face when I told him I didn’t love him. I don’t deserve to see him again or to ask for another chance.“

“Well I think everyone deserves a second chance. And if he truly loves you, he can understand your point of view.”

She forced you to see him again. You still couldn’t see why you should let yourself be happy even after breaking his heart. But you were on your way to his place with the same pit of anxiety in your stomach.

You didn’t call or text before to see if he was home. You didn’t want him to decline your request before seeing him in person, so you knocked on his door.

The moment he opened the door your heart ached. His face was visibly sad and his eyes red. You wanted to run away again but you couldn’t feel anything but pity and guilt.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure” His voice was deep and raspy. His face lacked emotion except when he saw you, he didn’t think he would see you again.

The silence of the apartment was deafening and uncomfortable, but you took a seat on his couch, signaling him to do the same.

“Mat, I am so sorry for the things that I said and did throughout everything. I didn’t mean any of it.”

You paused to collect your shaky breath and thoughts,

“You’re right. I am scared to be with you fully because you’re the most important and life changing thing that has happened to me and it terrifies me. From the beginning I only wanted something simple with no strings attached but then everything started to become so real without us even discussing it! I can’t blame you for treating me like how any girl dreams to be treated, I just wish we had slowed down and talked about things first and then maybe I wouldn’t have lied about there being someone else. Because there isn’t, I mean how could there be when you’ve been always by my side? What im trying to say is that if somehow you don’t hate me, hopefully we can start again?”

You could hear your pulse banging in your ears when he didn’t say anything. He just looked at you indifferently but still with those red eyes.

“You’re right too. I was in the wrong to continue things like we were official and not talk about it. I should I have said something earlier before I asked you to meet the guys. Maybe before Valentine’s Day too, that was probably a surprise.” He laughs at his lighthearted joke to soothe the tension, making you laugh too with tears falling down your face.

“You brought me a bouquet the size of a tire, so I was a little bit surprised.”

Both you laughed at how ridiculously huge those flowers were but of how sweet the gesture was. Mat broke the sweet silence with a question that had been left unanswered,

“Y/n, do you love me?”

You sympathized for him, the look of sincerity and incandescent love he had for you. You nod your head with a tearful smile.

He breaked into glossy eyed smile as he reached over to embrace and kiss you. A replica, but somehow better, kiss of the Valentine’s Day one. A slow but passionate kiss of pure adoration and love. He pulled away after what felt enough for now,

“I have to hear you say it though,” he states

“Say what?” You licked your lips eyeing his before meeting his eyes,

He slightly cocked his head to the side, “Don’t act dumb.”

“I love you, Mathew Barzal.”

[rinrinx2]

"I think I have a curse?"

Getou x reader

Summary: you've been feeling funny in your pussy and don't know why, luckily for you a monk named getou is experienced in curse removal.

Warning: Dom/Sub, smut, inappropriate language, adult themes, orgasm.

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You had heard he what he had conducted, skeptical at first but soon a faithful believer once your friend who struggled with voices in her heard was met with silence immediately after meeting with him.

Him- the man who these people devoted themselves to, who seemed to be in perpetual pray towards him whenever he entered a room, him a monk with long black hair that wore a kimono that barely touched the ground. Him- Getou Suguru.

The man who was going to relieve you of the bad omens that where plaguing your everyday life.

" So, what seems to have brought you here?" He asked as his eyes scanned your standing figure, with your head dropped low starring at the floor boards.

"I've been having issues and I need your help" you replied as you kept your gaze lowered to intimidated by his presence to even catch a quick look directed towards him.

"What issues?"

"Well, I feel something down there" you replied back quietly.

"I can't hear you, you'll have to speak up" Getou said as he pushed the hair by his ear behind it.

"I feel odd near my womanly parts, and at night it feels as if something is touching me" you said trying to keep your voice firm and steady.

Without replying he stood up from his alter walking towards your figure that still refused to connect your eyes with his.

You could hear the sounds of his feet against the hard wood floor as he was approaching you.

"Right here you say" Getou said as he began palming at your clothed core, causing tingles of pleasure to unexpectedly to occur.

"Yes-s" you stutted out closing your eyes to relieve some of the building pleasure.

"Mmm, I do sense something. I will have to do an examination" he said as he grabbed your cheeks finally getting your eyes attention on him, only then had you realized how much bigger he was than you. How his figure practically devoured yours, how the hands that still pawed at you now wet arousal was 10× bigger than your own.

As soon as you began to allow yourself to enjoy the pleasure he was creating he quickly removed his hand from your core.

"Strip" he said without hesitation in his voice, and you would of questioned gus demand but from the look in his eyes you could tell that if you questioned him it would only end bad on your part.

You removed your sweater, pulling it over your head and carefully folding it and placing it on the floor, doing the same to the skirt you wore. Now only standing in your white underwear.

Getou examined your physique again noting how you clothes had hid the soft curves of your breast and waist, as well as the evident wet spot that showed proudly on panties.

"I said strip"

And as you were about to remove the remaining fabric he spoke again.

"Look at me while you take it off"

Once again to freightend to question his methods, you simply obliged hoping that this would be enough to have him help you.

Getou watched as you began removing your bra, watching as you nipples began to harden under the cool air, how they puffed up ready to have someone latch onto them. He also noted how a string of clear liquid clung to your pantie and cunt as you pulled the two apart, so clearly wet and aroused from his simple ministrations of earlier. You were so pliable all in the hopes of being cured and Getou was positive that he would cure you.

You now stood naked infront of him waiting for his next commands, but they never came instead he came closer towards you, as he began undoing the front of his robe.

"I'm going to help you with your problem now" he said as he pulled his hardened member out.

You starred down at it watching as the tip leaked out white beads of cum and the two thick veins on the underside.

"Bend over"

"Why, what's going to happen" for the first time you began to question him. You were scared of what would happen next, or more scared of how his big cock would split you in half.

"Have you ever heard of curses, my dear" getou said pushing you over so that you were now bent over.

"Curses?" You questioned as you felt his tip at your entrance.

"Curses are creatures that feed off of your kind, causing these bad feelings and things to happen towards you" he said as he began swiping his leaking dick against your soaked cunt, causing whimpers to be emmited from you.

"And right here in your pussy is a very big curse"

"And the only way I'll stop it is by fucking it out of you" he said pushing his member in without a warning, causing your tight walls to expand to allow his member to be inside you.

The deeper he was inside you the more it felt like the sutures in your pussy were being ripped apart and loud please were being pulled from you.

"Please you're hurt -ting me-e" you cried out through the pain.

"This is the only way. You want to be cured, don't ya?" Getou asked with a slight smirk on his face as he began thrusting into you.

And the silence of no reply to his question, was the green light that he should continue.

He thrusts were hard and deep knocking against the entrance of your cervix, a mixture of pain and pleasure you were experiencing as he continued fucking into your sobbing cunt.

"You're being fuck healed" he said keeping his hands on your waist as the only support of you not falling front wards from his hard thrusts.

Getou could feel the tightness of your walls hug around his cock as he pushed it from the tight ring of you pussy down to base of his balls. The way your body wanted this even if you were still unsure. And the quick tightening was even more of a sign that you wanted him- that you wanted this.

"Can't you feel you're being healed"

You couldn't even think as all your brain was focused on was the now delicious thrusts that were pulling against your walls. You could feel your wetness coating your thighs as he continued drilling into you and you were sure that your wetness had caused a white ring to form around his cock.

You swore if this pleasure was all caused to a curse you would pray to be cursed again and again, anything to feel the filling of his thick cock rubbing against your walls.

"When I cum you'll be cured" he said as he began thrusting faster. Quick thrusts hitting against the spongy part of your cunt causing it to tighten even more. The tip of his dick was pressing right against the spot that had you screaming out for him.

"Please cum then. Please!"

You needed his cum you didn't even care about the curse anymore, only caring to be filled with his hot seed that would make you feel so full.

"As you wish"

Getou pulled your body flush against his as he began lifting you off of the floor and into his dick, as he felt your walls suck him in refusing to let him out. Your wetness dripping down his balls and onto the wooden floors. And he was close, he could feel his balls tightening and his head twitching.

"I'm gon-na cum-m" you hiccuped out, as your poor abused sweet spot was continuesly being thrusted against.

The feeling in you lower stomach became to much and the more he thrusted the more you felt the urge to release, and all at once the urge had spilt over causing you to gush clear liquid around his cock, as your walls contracted around his member effectively milking him.

And Getous body reacted to your instantaneously as he felt his hot semen push out of his tip and into your cunt, shoving it as deep as he could into you.

He kept you lodged on his dick for a few minutes until he was positive that you had taken all of his cum.

You shakily took deep breathes trying to regain yourself as he removed himself from you, causing you to go limp on the floor.

You once again felt small in his presence as he stood infront of your hunched over figure taking ragged breaths on the floor. Watching as he stooped down to, face level, with a smile on his face.

"You're all cured"

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[youkeepmehigh]

Simon “ Ghost “ Riley x psycho fem reader - You were at a bar by yourself and Simon decided to keep you company, you certainly liked this Simon guy a lot. Does a one night stand turn into two nightstands? 18+ kinda just wanted to write some adult content lol

British Lady Pink

Chapter One?

You huffed looking at the time on your phone it has been thirty minutes and this guy hasn’t come yet, he wasn’t coming. Definitely wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been stood up by some prick so it doesn’t bother you, you thought he wasn’t gonna be like the others though. Oh well, better luck next time.

“ Waiting on someone? ” a deep voice asked, you hadn’t realized someone had even came up to you. You looked in the direction of the voice seeing a rather large muscular man with a skull mask on, you had to admit he had your full attention. “ Oh, no not anymore at least. ” You said locking eyes with him, god he was majestic, you wondered what was underneath the mask. “ Mind if I sit with you? ” he asked tilting his head slightly making your stomach feel like it was in a knot, was it him or the attention? Probably both. “ I don’t mind at all. ” You said flashing him a small smile.

He sat down across from you the both of you keeping eye contact the entire time, you felt like he was testing you because of it, trying to see how long it’d take to break you. “ What kind of guy would leave a beautiful woman like you in this place by yourself? ” he said making you smile a bit harder, you shrugged your shoulders and shyly looked down at your hands on the table then back at him disappointed at how fast you folded. “ What’s your name? ” he asked keeping his eyes on yours. “ Y/n ” you said starting to examine him a bit more he seemed relaxed yet very focused on what you had to say, it wasn’t everyday a guy listened to you. “ Y/n, pretty, it suits you. ” he said the way he said your name almost made you melt.

“ What’s yours? ” you asked keeping your composure, not wanting to show him he was having an effect on you. “ Simon. ” He said letting his travel down your body, you could tell he was trying his best to keep his eyes on your face but the revealing dress you were wearing certainly had an effect on him. “ Well it’s nice to meet you, Simon. ” You said in a soft tone watching his eyes go from your breast to your face. “ It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/n. ” He said copying your tone. “ It’s getting late, I should head home now. ” You said checking the time, you pick up your purse and stood up.

“ Let me walk you home, I don’t want you walking by yourself. ” He said standing up as well, you simply smiled at him and started walking towards the door he was a bit confused but still followed you, he even held the door open for you. “ You sure are a gentleman. ” You said walking through the doorway. “ You sure are a pretty lady. ” He said softly as he walked beside you. You laughed at his persistence, he looked at you with a confused expression. “ What’s so funny? ” he asked. “ Hm? ” you hummed calming yourself down you couldn’t hear him over your laughter. “ What’s so funny? ” he repeated. “ Nothing, just the fact I’m not sleeping with you. ” you said grabbing his hand looking up at him with doe eyes. “ Aw, really? ” He asked looking down at your intertwined fingers then back at you. “ Really, but who knows I might change my mind. ” you said in a seductive tone, batting your eyelashes at him.

After a few minutes of converse with Simon you were at your house. “ Changed your mind? ” he asked as he walked you to your doorstep. You grabbed his hoodie strings and slowly pulled him down to height. “ I’m feeling lonely, one night won’t hurt. ” you whispered in his ear.

And just like that he was practically ripping off your clothes and covering your body with hickeys. You didn’t even make it to the bedroom, you were on couch sitting on Simons lap he already had all of clothes off in such little time.“ Simon~ ” you moaned as he sucked on your breast. You started grinding on him wanting more, you definitely needed this. “ Fuck, impatient huh doll? ” he huffed putting his hands on your waist making you grind harder on his bulge. “ Mhmmm. ” you hummed one of your hands trailing down to his waistband, your eyes traveled down as you pulled his dick out of his pants, your eyes widened a bit seeing his size, would you even be able to take him? Whatever you’d make it work.

You lined his tip up to your entrance and slowly lowered yourself on him, getting a small moan out of him. “ So tight and wet. ” you heard him mumble as he threw his head back, his hips thrusted into you out of instinct. You whined at the pain but quickly stopped when the pain started to turn into pleasure. You started slowly raising and lowering yourself, putting your hands around his neck and slightly squeezing. “ Fuck I knew it I fucking knew it. ” he said smirking at you. “ Knew what? ” you asked squeezing your cunt around him. “ That you were a freak. ” he said rolling eyes to the back of his head from the pleasure. “ Just let me take care of you love. ” you whispered in his ear while your played with his blonde hair.

Simon loved being in control but having you do most of the work was kinda nice, he was slowly losing himself as he got closer and closer to cumming. What type of witchcraft were you performing on him? Why did he like it? “ Fuck baby, I’m so close. ” he mumbled, his big strong hands gripping on to your ass. “ Oh hon I know. ” you said as you started going faster. The loving tone in your voice practically gave him butterflies, he started mumbling to himself and to your surprise he came early, making you slow down a bit.

“ Fuck… ” he said looking at his cum as it dripped out of you. He’d never came that fast before. “ Your not not done until I’m done. ” you whispered in his ear this time with a more demanding tone catching him off guard. You continued at a fast pace getting small moans out of him, some of his moans were more like grunts, he probably didn’t wanna lose all the masculinity he had left.

“ Your sensitive huh? ” You teased getting no response just a small glare out of him, you giggled at the look he gave you going faster starting to feel his dick hit your g-spot. “ Aw is Simon having a little tantrum? ” you teased as you felt your orgasm coming. “ You know it’s sensitive. ” he said trying to fight back his moans. “ It’s not my problem. ” you said, the knot in your stomach was about to snap. “ Of course it isn’t. ” He said starting to feel himself getting close again but he didn’t want to cum before you again, he’d feel defeated.

You were taken by surprise when Simon grabbed your waist making you go faster and harder. “ Oh my god… ” you moaned losing yourself in the pleasure, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, when that knot in your stomach snapped it was absolutely euphoric. Shortly after you Simon came resting his head against yours. “ Mind if I stay the night? ” he asked softly with a hint of tiredness in his voice. “ I don’t mind at all. ” you said smiling a bit to yourself.

[kayforpay]

If you’re still doing the song/character/ship fics can I ask for Redglare/Mindfang with Rest In Peace by Dorothy?

She didn't run.

Why would she run? She was the Marquise. The idea that Redglare thought she could take her on was laughable, and Aranea laughed in her face when she came for the pre-trial interviews.

"You should remember who got caught, Mindfang." She had said, her eyes narrowed behind her red glasses. Her cane was leaning on her thigh, and Aranea wondered if she could get Redglare to slit her own throat with the sword in it before the psychic buffers caught on. "I'm willing to work with you, if you work with me."

Hands folded on the table, half to rub the welts from her too-right handcuffs, Aranea hummed. "Why would I work with you? I'm going to win. You should help yourself out of this, and let me go before it gets worse. I might even find a place for you on my ship." Her eyes sparkled in the low light of the interview room, looking at the fine shape of Redglare's face.

"You couldn't afford me." She shuffled her papers, then grinned, sharper and less civilized than Aranea had expected. "For whatever you're thinking about. I'll see you at the trial."

The next few nights, Aranea took her time slipping into the buffers' minds to make them forget she existed. Partially because a dozen clowns dropping dead from psychic overload would be suspicious, but mostly because she was reaching into Redglare's pan, poking around, feeling her thoughts.

She was ruthless; her career was laid out in her mind so clearly it was like a map. Aranea herself was barely a step, just something to get over with before moving on to bigger things. The nerve was so funny that Aranea settled herself into Redglare's -- Latula's mind, rolled around in her thoughts. Everything was carefully considered, every moment of her life planned out to the day. She was lonely.

That wasn't something Aranea explicitly collected, but she could tell. No one made plans for sleeping at hive alone because they had something better to do. Aranea spent hours planting dayterrors, her own sleep suffering from being caged in, and delighted in the unnerved way Latula would carefully pick them apart, examining them for weaknesses she could remove.

The trial was better for it. By then, Aranea was uncuffed, dressed in her real clothes again, and Latula's stoic expression flinched for a moment when she walked in. Teals were always so fun, being some of the least-sensitive to psychic interference. She had no idea the crowd was already seeing what Aranea saw in her mind.

She watched the hanging with a frown, even so. The space on her ship, the one she would have put a pitchmate in, if she had one, was harder than ever to fill. Rufioh was cute, sure, but he wasn't challenging. He never fought back when she showed him his death.

[xxxtyty]

The air was crisp and cool, the leaves crunching underfoot as the hunting party trekked through the dense forest. Their leader, a stern and battle-hardened woman with a mane of unruly hair, scanned the surroundings with a practiced eye. She was searching for any sign of the magical fae that had been wreaking havoc on their kingdom's borders. The stories of the fae prince were legendary amongst the hunters, and they all longed for the chance to capture him.

Finally, they heard a rustling in the bushes ahead. The leader signaled for silence and gestured for her best tracker to take point. With a nod, the tracker disappeared into the foliage, following the sound. After several tense minutes, they emerged from the bushes, the fae prince in their midst. The leader stepped forward, a cruel grin spreading across her face.

The fae prince, a beautiful and delicate creature with immense breasts, struggled against his bonds, his pale blue eyes flashing with anger and fear. His clothing was tattered and dirty, but somehow maintained its ethereal quality even in this mortal realm. His wings, folded tightly against his back, seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly light. The leader could not help but feel a twinge of envy at the creature's exquisite form.

She motioned for her men to surround the prince, their weapons drawn but sheathed for now. "Prince," she said with a sneer, "you've caused us no end of trouble. It's time to face the consequences of your actions." She gestured for one of her men to step forward. "Ensure that he can't escape," she commanded, her voice cold and commanding.

The man approached the fae prince, who continued to struggle against his bonds. The man grabbed a fistful of the prince's silky hair and yanked his head back, revealing the delicate line of his throat. "You try anything funny," he growled, "and I'll slit it." The fae prince's face flushed with anger and humiliation.

The journey back to the kingdom was long and arduous, the forest path treacherous underfoot. The leader of the hunting party led the way, her men surrounding the fae prince in a tight circle of steel and leather. They did not speak much, their eyes fixed on their prisoner. The fae prince remained defiant, his chest heaving with each labored breath.

As they emerged from the forest, the castle of the kingdom loomed large before them. Its tall spires pierced the sky, banners snapping in the wind. The guards at the gate saluted the leader as she approached, and word spread quickly through the castle that their prize had been captured. The fae prince was led through the winding halls, the sounds of celebration growing louder with each step.

The leader of the hunting party brought the fae prince before the king and queen, who sat upon their thrones in the great hall. The prince was forced to his knees, his wings folded tightly against his back. The king regarded him with a mix of fascination and disdain. "So, you are the one who has been causing such trouble for our people," he said, his voice cold and commanding. "What have you to say for yourself?"

The fae prince's face flushed with anger, but he remained silent. The queen leaned forward, her delicate features twisted in anger. "He is but a beast, my love. Let us show him no mercy."

The king nodded grimly, his eyes never leaving the prince. “He is sentenced to complete scientific examination.”

The leader of the hunting party stepped forward, a look of anticipation in her eyes. "I would be honored to oversee these experiments, Your Majesty," she said, her voice steady and proud. The king nodded in agreement, and the prince was roughly pulled to his feet and led away.

The scientific examination of the fae prince began immediately. The king's court's finest scholars and scientists descended upon him, eager to study this rare and exotic creature.

The prince was stripped of his clothes, revealing his pale, ethereal form. He struggled against the restraints, but to no avail. The scholars prodded and poked at him, measuring his wings, examining his skin, and cataloging his every physical attribute. They recorded their findings in meticulous detail, debating the finer points of fae anatomy and physiology.

One scholar, an elderly woman with a sharp tongue and even sharper wit, studied the prince's genitalia with particular interest. "Hmm," she muttered, adjusting her spectacles. "Fascinating." She pointed at the prince's groin. "You see here? This is where we might find the source of your power. Your 'fae princess' as it were." She smiled slyly, enjoying the shocked expressions on the faces of the other scholars.

The prince struggled against his bonds, his eyes burning with hatred. "You have no idea what you're dealing with," he spat. "Leave me alone." The elderly scholar chuckled. "Oh, we'll be leaving you alone soon enough, my dear. But first, we must understand you. You are, after all, a scientific curiosity."

The examination continued. One scholar measured the length of the prince's manhood, while another studied the intricate pattern of veins that ran through his skin. Another still, a young man with an air of quiet intensity, focused on the prince's nipples. "Fascinating," he murmured, tracing a finger around one of them. "In males, these are typically vestigial... but in your case, they seem quite responsive."

The prince glowered at the scholar, his muscles tense beneath his pale skin. "You know nothing," he spat, "of what it means to be fae."

The examination continued, the scholars moving from one part of the prince's body to another, their questions and observations a relentless assault. One scholar, a middle-aged man with a kind face and gentle hands, studied the prince's genitals with particular care. As he examined the prince's labia, he found himself lost in thought.

"You see," he said, more to himself than to anyone else, "here, where the labia meet, there are these delicate folds of skin. In a human female, they would be highly sensitive. In fact, they would be the source of great pleasure during sexual activity." He looked up at the prince, who glared back at him defiantly. "I wonder..."

He trailed off, carefully parting the folds of skin with his fingers. The prince tensed, but did not resist. The scholar leaned closer, his breath hot against the prince's flesh. "Ah," he murmured, "yes. I believe this would be the source of your power. The key to your magic." He traced a finger around the delicate nub of flesh, feeling it harden under his touch.

The scholar's words sent a shiver through the prince. He felt a sudden, intense heat spread through his body, and his breath caught in his throat. The other scholars looked on in fascination, their notes forgotten as they watched this strange and intimate exchange unfold.

The scholar continued to explore the prince's body, his fingers never straying far from the source of his power. He traced the delicate folds of skin, feeling the soft, warm flesh beneath them. He wondered what it would be like to touch the prince in a different way, to see if he could awaken something deep within him. His fingers started to push deeper between his folds, finding a cavernous yet tight hole.

The scholar's heart raced with anticipation as he leaned closer, breathing in the intoxicating scent of the prince's arousal. He traced his fingers around the opening, feeling the heat emanating from within. “The Prince has a deep vagina…”

The elderly woman laughed wickedly. “You’re no Prince, are you, little princess?” She says mockingly.

The prince glared at her, a mixture of anger and embarrassment flashing across his features. He struggled against his bonds, but they held fast. The other scholars watched the exchange with morbid fascination, their eyes glinting with an unholy mix of curiosity and lust.

The elderly woman leaned in closer, her gaze never leaving the prince's face. "Oh, don't be shy now," she crooned, running a wrinkled finger down his chest. "We've seen things like this before. You're not the first fae to have a little secret." She motioned for the scholar with his fingers deep inside the prince to stop. “Now, we must offer our king to breed you.”

The scholar withdrew his fingers, reluctantly, and stepped back. The elderly woman reached out, taking his place, her gnarled hands moving with surprising tenderness as she caressed the prince's cheek. "There, there," she cooed evily. "It'll be all right." She turned to the young woman to her side. “Go fetch the king, tell him that the matter has become… interesting.”

As the young woman hurried off, the other scholars gathered closer, their faces lit with anticipation and cruel curiosity. The elderly woman leaned in once more, her breath hot against the prince's ear. "Now, my dear," she whispered, "you are going to be very good for our king. You're going to show him just how... flexible you are." Her hand traveled lower, brushing against the prince's thigh before moving higher, teasingly close to his exposed chest.

The prince's heart raced, his body tense with fear and arousal. He could feel the weight of the scholar's gaze on him, like a physical force pushing him down into submission. He tried to turn his head away, to look anywhere but at the leering faces surrounding him, but their expressions were etched into his mind.

As the young woman hurried back, herding the king behind her, the scholars parted to allow them through. The king's eyes raked over the prince's body, taking in every detail. He licked his lips, clearly aroused by the sight. Without a word, he pushed the young woman aside and strode forward, his massive frame casting a shadow over the prince.

“What is this..?” He asks, looking on at the mess leaking out of the fae Prince’s pussy, the hard knob, the hard nipples.

The elderly woman grinned wickedly. "Ah, your Majesty. You see before you the result of our investigation. The Prince is not what he seems." She gestured to the prince, still bound to the table. "He has a deep vagina...and he is quite aroused."

The king narrowed his eyes, a mixture of disgust and curiosity flashing across his features. He stepped closer, his massive body towering over the helpless prince. "Explain yourself, fae." His voice was cold and hard as stone.

The scholar who had been examining the prince earlier stepped forward, his expression a mixture of awe and fear. "Your Majesty, we have discovered that the Prince possesses a unique anatomy. He has a vagina, and it is incredibly fertile." He gestured towards the prince's exposed chest, where the elderly woman's hand rested teasingly close to the prince's nipple. "We believe this to be a result of his... biological makeup. Perhaps it is a result of his fae heritage, or perhaps he was born this way," she suggested. "Either way, it makes him quite valuable."

The king's eyes narrowed as he considered this information. He looked down at the prince, who was helplessly bound to the table, his body on display for their perverse examination. "So, you are saying that I could breed him?"

The elderly woman nodded eagerly. "Yes, your Majesty. The prince's womb is perfectly capable of carrying a child."

The king considered this for a moment, his gaze traveling over the prince's body once more. "Very well," he finally said, his voice hard. "The prince will be mine to breed."

As if sensing the king's decision, the scholars and attendants in the chamber began to murmur among themselves, their eyes fixed on the prince with a predatory gleam. The elderly woman, her hand still resting on the prince's chest, leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "That's a good boy," she whispered. "You'll make such a good breeding toy."

The prince felt a shiver of revulsion and fear race down his spine at her words. He tried to pull away from her touch, but his body was still bound to the table, leaving him helpless and exposed. The king's gaze flickered between them, a cruel smile curling his lips.

"So," the king began, his voice cold and commanding. "It seems I have a new pet. A precious little fae toy who is as fertile as a field in springtime." He let out a humorless chuckle. "I think I shall name you... Fertile. Yes, that seems fitting."

“I have a name!” The prince cries out angrily.

The king's expression hardens, and he takes a step closer. "Oh? And what might that be, Fertile?" he asks with a sneer. "I think I'll call you whatever I damn well please. You're mine now, you understand?"

The prince glares defiantly up at the king, his chest heaving as he tries to control his breathing. "I am not your property!" he spits out, the words bitter on his tongue.

The elderly woman snickers, her hand still teasing at the prince's nipple. "Oh, but you are, dear," she says, her voice syrupy sweet. "You belong to the king now, body and soul. And you'll be his plaything for as long as he sees fit." She leans in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "You're going to make such a good little breed toy. The king is going to have so much fun with you."

The king watches this exchange with a cruel smile, then interrupts. “Guards,” he gestures to the armored men who stand behind him, “take him to my chambers, and tie him down properly.”

The guards nod, and two of them step forward. They roughly lift the prince off the table, still bound at his wrists and ankles, and carry him from the examination chamber. They enter a grand hallway lined with tapestries depicting scenes of battle and conquest, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows across the stone floor. As they walk, the prince glances around, taking in the opulent surroundings, trying to memorize every detail in case he ever has the chance to escape.

Eventually, they reach a set of ornate double doors, guarded by two more soldiers. The guards who are carrying the prince step forward, and one of them speaks to the door guards. The prince cannot hear their words, but he can see the exchange between them. The door guards nod, and the first pair of guards lead the prince through the doors and into a lavishly appointed bedchamber.

The room is dominated by a massive canopy bed, its posts carved into the shapes of dragons and other mythical creatures. The curtains are drawn back, revealing a canopy of red silk adorned with golden thread, and the sheets on the bed are a crisp, white linen. A fireplace crackles in one corner of the room, throwing flickering light across the stone floor and warming the air. The walls are covered in tapestries and paintings depicting various scenes of hunting and war, the light from the fire casting their images in dancing shadows.

The guards take the prince to the bed, chaining his hands above his head, naked completely. A young maid is brought in to wipe him clean.

"He's all yours, my king," one of the guards says, stepping back. The king watches the maid as she works, her movements gentle and efficient. He can see the curiosity in her eyes as she takes in the prince's form, and he decides to indulge himself for a moment.

"Leave us," he says, gesturing for the guards and maid to leave the room. They exchange nervous glances, but they know better than to disobey the king. As the door closes behind them, he walks slowly towards the bed. The heavy chains rattle as the prince struggles against them, but there's no escape.

The queen glides into the room, her gown flowing behind her like a river of midnight. She is beautiful, in a way that could only belong to a woman who holds such power. Her eyes meet his, and for a moment, the prince feels a strange overwhelming fear.

“The rumors are true, then,” she laughs wickedly. “The fae Prince is really a fae princess..”

The king smirks, moving closer to the bed. The queen's words only seem to enrage him further. "Yes, well, your kind has always been known for your trickery," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "But now you belong to me, my pet, and I will have my way with you."

He climbs onto the bed, straddling the prince's hips. The chains rattle as the prince struggles against them, but it's useless. The king leans down, his breath hot against the prince's neck. "You are going to be such a good toy for me," he whispers. "You'll obey my every command, and you'll serve me faithfully."

The queen watches them, a cruel smile curving her lips. She walks around the bed, her steps silent on the carpet. The king's back is to her as he leans in closer to the prince, his words hot and hungry against the prince's skin. "I can feel your magic, my pet. It calls to me, begging to be set free. But I'm not going to let it free until I'm ready. Until I've had my fill of you."

The queen reaches out, trailing her fingers down the prince's chest, teasing the tip of a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. The prince arches into the touch, struggling against the chains even more. "Oh, you like that, do you?" the king asks, his voice low and mocking. He leans back, watching the queen's hand as she teases the prince further.

The queen glances up at him, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. "I think it's time we introduce your pet to some pleasure," she says, her voice a husky whisper. "Don't you agree, my king?"

The king grins, his teeth white and sharp against his tanned skin. "Indeed," he says, leaning down to kiss the prince roughly. The prince whimpers into the king's mouth, their tongues tangling as he tries to respond to the feeling of being desired. The king's hand moves down, cupping the prince's ass cheek, squeezing it roughly. “Fertility,” he teases.

The queen smirks, watching them intently. She walks around to the other side of the bed, kneeling down next to the prince's head. Her fingers dance along his jaw, tracing the outline of his ear. "What a beautiful princess,” she says teasingly.

“I’m a prince,” the fae Prince spits back.

The king chuckles darkly. "Oh, really? Then why do you have a pussy?" He growls, pulling back the prince's legs, exposing the prince's sex to the queen. "See? Even your body knows the truth." The king leans forward, his lips brushing against the prince's ear. "You belong to me now, and I will make you obey."

The queen runs her tongue along her lips, her gaze fixed on the exposed flesh between the prince's legs. She reaches out, teasing the sensitive skin with her fingertips before slowly, deliberately running her finger over the crown of the prince's sex. The prince arches into the touch, moaning in desire despite himself.

The king watches them with a predatory glint in his eye. He pulls back the prince's head roughly, exposing his neck, and bites down hard, drawing blood. "You belong to me now, my pet," he growls. "And I'm going to enjoy every second of owning you." He leans forward, his hot breath tickling the prince's ear. "Do you want to feel pleasure, my pretty princess?"

The queen smirks, running her fingers through the prince's hair. "Oh, I think he does," she says, her voice a husky purr. She trails her fingertips down the prince's chest, teasing another nipple into hardness. The prince arches into her touch, moaning loudly.

The king watches them, his eyes dark with desire. He leans down, his breath hot against the prince's neck. "Do you want to feel it?" he asks, his voice rough with need. "Do you want me to give you pleasure?"

“Stop,” the face prince calls out.

The king ignores him, pressing their hips together. The queen watches them. “Breed him, my love. Make the wretched fae bear our children.”

The king chuckles darkly, untying his pants ye reveal his 9” cock.

"Do you really think you have a choice?" he asks, pressing his hips against the prince. "You're ours now. And I think you're going to enjoy this." He pushes forward, guiding his cock to the prince's entrance. The prince lets out a gasp as he feels himself being stretched by the king's size. "You're so tight," the king groans, beginning to thrust slowly inside the prince. "And you feel so good." Magic builds, growing hot between them.

The queen watches them intently, her hand moving to stroke her own aching sex. She's never felt so much power, so much desire. She leans forward, taking one of the prince's nipples into her mouth, sucking hard as she watches the expression on his face. He's in so much pain, and yet he's responding to their touch, his body betraying him.

The king's thrusts grow deeper, harder, faster. He groans with pleasure as he feels the prince's walls clench around him. He reaches down, grabbing one of the prince's hips roughly, holding him still for his next thrust. "You belong to me now," he growls, his breath hot against the prince's ear. "You'll never be free of my touch."

The queen watches them, her own desire growing with every passing moment. She trails her fingers down the prince's chest, teasing another nipple into hardness. "Oh, look at how he responds to your touch," she says, her voice husky with desire. "Fertility is so needy for your cock."

The king thrusts harder, his hips slapping against the prince's ass. He grips the prince's hair, holding his head back, exposing his throat. The prince arches into the queen's touch, moaning in pleasure as she teases his nipples.

The queen watches them, her gaze moving between the king's thrusting hips and the prince's pleasured expression. "You like that, don't you?" she asks, her voice a low purr. "You like feeling owned, claimed. You like being our little breeding pet." The king growls in response, his hips moving even faster.

The room fills with the sounds of their passionate coupling: grunts, moans, and the slapping of flesh against flesh. The king climaxes heavily, pouring his seed into the prince's waiting body, deep into the fertile womb.

The queen watches them, her own arousal escalating as she imagines the life growing within the prince's body. "You're going to give us beautiful children," she whispers, stroking the king's back. "Strong, healthy fae children."

The king leans over, kissing the prince roughly before pulling away. He looks down at the prince's face, flushed with pleasure and pain. "I own you now," he growls, his voice dark with triumph. "You belong to me."

The queen smiles, her eyes bright with satisfaction. "Yes," she agrees, running her fingers through the prince's sweaty hair. "You are ours. Our little pet for breeding and pleasure."

Over the next few days, the scientists confirm his pregnancy, filled with multiples that are offspring of the fae prince.

The queen orders the prince to be kept well fed and rested, as he will be needed to produce more heirs in the future. The king visits him daily, using him for his pleasure, claiming his body as his own. The prince is left feeling empty and used, but he can't help the way his body responds to their touch.

No one refers to him as “Prince” anymore, only “Fertility”. With each passing day he forgets he had another name at all.

The king's visits become less about pleasure and more about ownership and magical powers. He forces himself into the prince's body, claiming him as his own, leaving the prince bruised and aching. The queen watches them with a satisfied smile, occasionally joining in to show her dominance as well. They remind him of his place in their world, that he is nothing more than a vessel for their desires and offspring.

Without the prince, the fae realm grows weaker.

The scientists inspect him deeply, inserting their devices inside of him.

The queen watches them with interest, her expression calculating. "I trust you've found what you were looking for," she says coldly. "Now we can begin the process of... harvesting it."

The scientists nod grimly, and the king growls in agreement. They lead the prince away from the queen, who seems to relish the sight of their suffering. They take him to a dark room, filled with strange machinery and devices. The prince struggles against his bonds, feeling a desperate need to escape, but it's futile.

“We must make sure that YOU cannot breed another, but that you can always be bred yourself,” the scientist says.

The king steps forward, his expression dark. "You will not only be our source of power, but you will also be our little toy. Our breeding slave. You will belong to us for the rest of your life." He grips the prince's chin roughly, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Do you understand?"

The prince tries to spit in his face, but the king merely laughs. "Good boy. Now, we begin."

The scientists do not worry about numbing his genitalia before they begin, slicing at the last thing that could be called a “manhood”.

The prince screams in agony, his voice hoarse from the previous days of abuse. Blood pours from the wound, staining the cold metal table beneath him. The scientists work quickly, sewing up the open wound and attaching tubes to it. They force a strange, translucent crystal into his open wound, sealing it shut. The crystal glows with an unearthly light, seemingly feeding off his pain.

The king watches, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He leans in close, breathing heavily on the prince's neck. "You see, my pet? This is what happens when you try to resist your fate. You belong to us now, body and soul.”

The prince struggles against the restraints, his body wracked with sobs as he tries to comprehend the extent of his new reality. The scientists finish their work, stepping back to admire their handiwork.

The king leans in closer, running a rough finger down the prince's bloody chest. "You're going to be very special now, my pet. You're going to feel... different. More... full." He trails off, his voice taking on a strange, hungry quality. "The crystal we put inside of you, it's going to change you. It's going to make you more fertile, more... pliable. And every time we use you, every time we take what we need from you, it's going to grow brighter."

The prince whimpers, tears streaming down his face. He tries to close his legs, but they're held apart by a cold metal bar. He can feel the king's hot breath on his thighs, smell the metallic scent of his blood mingling with his own sweat. "Please," he manages to choke out. "Please, just let me die."

[francyblogs]

HEY GUYS IT'S ME AGAIN FRANCY, AND THIS IS MY 2ND WEEK OF MY DAILY BASIS

Monday morning I immediately feel very drained and very tired even though I haven't done anything, because I'm coughing and my throat is very sore, and I forgot about the midterm examination as in I didn't really do a review because I didn't feel really feel good, but I also survived the examination even without a review and we finished the exam around 6pm, and we have prepared dinner and when we finish doing what we have to do, we watch a movie together with Ma'am Ajoy and while watching I was doing an inventory. It's Tuesday in the morning as my routine I woke up early and I take a shower and it seems like i can't go in because I'm not feeling well because of my headache and I feel like I'm going to get sick but I chose to go in, because I don't want to skip a subject, and in the afternoon I did inventory again and after that we ate and then we watched the movie again, and after that I went to the room to sleep. On the next day It's Wednesday I'm feeling tired because my cough and cold got worse as in, but I took medicine so it wouldn't get worse and after that I took inventory again and again HEHEHE. and I went to bed early because I felt like I had a fever. Hey guys It's Thursday, its our PE time and it is (gymnastic) and we did exercise and after that I'm not feeling well again because I have asthma but I can handle it because it's not too bad. Friday in the morning my body was very sore maybe because of the exercise we did yesterday, and today I was going to go home early but I didn't because Ma'am Ajoy, Ate Pat and Ma'am Sandra were leaving and they going to Naga for the congress of all SSG, and no one will be left at school and no one will look the canteen so I didn't go home, and when I came I saw the HRS students, because they were going to cook, and I was watching them while walking and I feel like I'm their supervisor HAHAHA so funny and in the afternoon I went home with Kuya Erwin. November 28 and it is Saturday, It's mira's birthday, I woke up at 7 am because kuya Erwin woke up early to take a bath and I remembered that's why he woke up early and took a bath because the Spjians basketball player had a game in the Binalay. I would like to come/watch but I can't because there is a lot to do because there is an event here at home, at 10am we clean up the messes at home and organize toys, and in the afternoon Ate Malou and I design for birthday party at around 6 Kuya Erwin's family arrived, and the children were happily playing in our mini playground here at home, while we were waiting for Kuya Erwin, we prayed the rosary first and then they came Kuya Erwin, Ma'am Ajoy and Sir Ryan, and we had dinner and while we were eating Ma'am Ajoy suddenly started talking about the game that happened earlier, she said it was cheesy like that HAHAHA. And while she was talking I was jealous because I wasn't I attended and I didn't see my crush playing basketball hahaha so funny right and after eating we chatted first and later the guests left and we rested. Sunday in the morning, there was a lot to do like cleaning the house/washing/folding clothes, and after Angel and I did all that we fell asleep because we did so much, and later ate Malou woke us up because we were going to church, and we went to church at the Basilica Minore of Our Lady of Peñafrancia and after we went to church we went to kuya Erwin's house because they said we were going to sleep here, and that's all that happened during my whole week

soooo funny because all week I have a cough and a cold haha

[francyblogsblog]

HEY GUYS IT'S ME AGAIN FRANCY, AND THIS IS MY 2ND WEEK OF MY DAILY BASIS

Monday morning I immediately feel very drained and very tired even though I haven't done anything, because I'm coughing and my throat is very sore, and I forgot about the midterm examination as in I didn't really do a review because I didn't feel really feel good, but I also survived the examination even without a review and we finished the exam around 6pm, and we have prepared dinner and when we finish doing what we have to do, we watch a movie together with Ma'am Ajoy and while watching I was doing an inventory. It's Tuesday in the morning as my routine I woke up early and I take a shower and it seems like i can't go in because I'm not feeling well because of my headache and I feel like I'm going to get sick but I chose to go in, because I don't want to skip a subject, and in the afternoon I did inventory again and after that we ate and then we watched the movie again, and after that I went to the room to sleep. On the next day It's Wednesday I'm feeling tired because my cough and cold got worse as in, but I took medicine so it wouldn't get worse and after that I took inventory again and again HEHEHE. and I went to bed early because I felt like I had a fever. Hey guys It's Thursday, its our PE time and it is (gymnastic) and we did exercise and after that I'm not feeling well again because I have asthma but I can handle it because it's not too bad. Friday in the morning my body was very sore maybe because of the exercise we did yesterday, and today I was going to go home early but I didn't because Ma'am Ajoy, Ate Pat and Ma'am Sandra were leaving and they going to Naga for the congress of all SSG, and no one will be left at school and no one will look the canteen so I didn't go home, and when I came I saw the HRS students, because they were going to cook, and I was watching them while walking and I feel like I'm their supervisor HAHAHA so funny and in the afternoon I went home with Kuya Erwin. November 28 and it is Saturday, It's mira's birthday, I woke up at 7 am because kuya Erwin woke up early to take a bath and I remembered that's why he woke up early and took a bath because the Spjians basketball player had a game in the Binalay. I would like to come/watch but I can't because there is a lot to do because there is an event here at home, at 10am we clean up the messes at home and organize toys, and in the afternoon Ate Malou and I design for birthday party at around 6 Kuya Erwin's family arrived, and the children were happily playing in our mini playground here at home, while we were waiting for Kuya Erwin, we prayed the rosary first and then they came Kuya Erwin, Ma'am Ajoy and Sir Ryan, and we had dinner and while we were eating Ma'am Ajoy suddenly started talking about the game that happened earlier, she said it was cheesy like that HAHAHA. And while she was talking I was jealous because I wasn't I attended and I didn't see my crush playing basketball hahaha so funny right and after eating we chatted first and later the guests left and we rested. Sunday in the morning, there was a lot to do like cleaning the house/washing/folding clothes, and after Angel and I did all that we fell asleep because we did so much, and later ate Malou woke us up because we were going to church, and we went to church at the Basilica Minore of Our Lady of Peñafrancia and after we went to church we went to kuya Erwin's house because they said we were going to sleep here, and that's all that happened during my whole week

soooo funny because all week I have a cough and a cold haha

[dailyreverie]

Can you see what I see?

A/N: How this idea came to mind and why I decided to write smut, are two questions that I will never have the answer to. This is pure fluffy smut (or smuty fluff?), because while I want to ride Bucky I also want to love him forever. Please read the warnings below before continuing to the story.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem. reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Unprotected sex, established relationship, explicit descriptions, dom/sub dynamics (sub!Bucky), language.

[gif by @tfatwsdaily]

It is somewhere around 7:00 a.m. when your eyes open and they examine the room you are in. Your clothes are everywhere, mixed with his on the mess of clothing scattered around the floor of his bedroom. Why you were so messy last night doesn't come to your mind, what does come to mind is the memory of rushed hands desperate to feel each other and how that might have led to trying and get rid of your clothes as fast as you could.

Bucky is still sleeping peacefully next to you, soft snores leaving his nose with every heaving movement of his chest. He's relaxed, having let go completely of every worry that might torment him since the moment you fell asleep next to him. It isn't easy to leave his side, the warmth you had created during the night almost trapping you inside his bed, even more so after seeing how early it is, but if you want to avoid awkward hall interactions, you know you have to leave soon.

Sitting up and stretching, your eyes wander around the floor as you spot your panties, but after slipping those on, everything else was all a mess. You can't find your blouse, let alone your bra, so you settle for Bucky's jacket, the only neatly folded piece of clothing hanging from the back of a chair.

"Where do you think you are going?" Bucky's voice breaks the silent atmosphere of his room as your arms slide through his sleeves. Groggy and still sleepy, it is enough to make you smile.

"To my room. Where else would I be going?" You reply, shooting a look at him from behind your shoulder.

"So early? And with my jacket?" He looks confused, sleep still making him question his surroundings. With hair floating everywhere around his pillow and his eyes half-closed, though, it is impossible for your heart not to flutter at the sight of him. "Stay." He pleads, and it takes every fiber of your being not to oblige him.

"I can bet you most of the people here are already awake and heading to the gym. I don't want to bump into anyone and get those funny looks they always give me, I get enough of those just from them knowing about us."

Bucky's eyes paint your body up and down, making him sit halfway, the thin sheet sliding down his chest. "And the jacket?" He asks again with a smirk, somehow feeling proud from the sight before him.

"I can't find my shirt," His eyes are enough to pull you towards him, a light laugh falling from your lips as you sit facing him on the bed. "or my bra," You admit in a whisper.

Bucky just hums, his sight tracing down a line from your neck to your collarbone, to your cleavage, and ending right below your breasts. Your torso is barely covered by the flaps of his jacket, and even though he has seen your body thousands of times, the image of you framed by his jacket like that sends his mind into a craze.

"So you are leaving souvenirs on my floor then?" His voice is deep still, lust replacing the previous tiredness. With your face so close to his you can perfectly see his pupils expanding when his fingers begin playing with the opening of his jacket, looking to reveal the parts of your body that were still covered.

"Don't get too excited, I expect to have those back." You tease, leaning forward to capture his lips with a kiss that you intended to be soft, but his hand finds its usual way behind your neck, holding you firmly as he deepens the kiss without warning.

It's easy to fall into his chest when he's kissing you senseless, letting your body rest against with a silent moan when his tongue slips into your mouth. His hands sneak inside the jacket to grab your waist, pulling you towards him in a greedy motion.

"Hey, keep your hands out, soldier." You simper at him, grabbing his wrists to push his hands back. Bucky is speechless, looking at you amused when you straddle his lap and sit above his thighs with his hands pinned to his sides. "Who said you could touch me?" Leaning down you kiss his surprised smile, biting his lower lip and making him moan.

"Are you in control now, babygirl?" He whispers against your lips, his chest pressed against yours. You want to be in control, or at least you thought you were, but the way he asks shows how much power over you he has every time.1

"Mhm, I am now." You purr, grinding against his hard dick and making a gasp leave his lips. It isn't normal for you to be so controlling over him, hell... you haven't even tried that before, but feeling how aroused he is by this new position of power you hold over him gives you the confidence you need.

Maybe there's something about the jacket - or, better yet, to the way Bucky looks at you while you wear it: behind his blown pupils, you can see pure adoration as he looks up at you, which only makes your skin heat even more.

"How come you never wear that jacket, doll." Metal plates grinding together lets you know he's gripping the sheets with his fists, letting his eyes roam over your body again, only driving himself insane. A thin layer of sweat begins to glisten his chest, your fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps there when you begin to trail them down his skin, caressing his strong muscles that seem to flinch with your touch.

"Now you know the effect it has on me too." You reply with a grin, your position of advantage just a couple of inches above his face making his head tilt up to look at you. It is an easy position for you to tease him, your hips hovering over his just needing a soft movement to feel how aroused he is by you. "I'm guessing you are enjoying the view?"

"Very much so." He whispers with a content groan, inviting you to keep grinding against him. "Fuck." His desperate voice makes you laugh as his lips begin to suck at your neck, nibbling your pulse point and pulling a moan out of you.

"You like that?" You ask breathless, feeling his needy lips nibble your skin.

His wrists are set free when you grab his shoulders to leverage yourself above him, a shuddering breath coming out of you when he shifts up and rubs against your more sensitive spot. "Tell me."

"I fucking love it." His hands twitch by his sides at the feeling of you so ready for him, the small sounds coming from your throat screaming for him - for his touch and his control over you. But that's not what you want.

It takes every power in Bucky not to let those urges take over, that controlling side of him buried deep down with a simple tilt of your head and an accomplished smile when you see he's following your desires. "Who knew you could be so compliant, Bucky."

"Don't fucking test me," He groans. "I need to touch you." It is a need that Bucky speaks with a low moan, a physiological one even, you know that quite well and you now know how to take advantage of it.

His eyes follow your body as you shift around to remove your panties, landing again right above him. "Nu-uh, Buck. I'll tell you when you can tou- uch" your words die on your tongue when he shifts his hips again, making you gasp at how close he is to your entrance. "You are such a little tease, Barnes."

"Yeah? And what are you going to do about that?" He bites his cheek as he dares your next move.

"Oh... I bet you want to know." You don't hesitate then, lining up above him and holding his strong shoulder to support yourself. "But for now, you're going to have to behave."

Bucky's face is pure pleasure when you slide down on him, your eyes stuck on his and your mouth agape. It is right then when every ounce of control he had before is lost, you see it in the way his eyes look back at you, completely surrendered by the power you have on him; you engrave that face in your mind to come back to on a rainy day, to his body frozen at your mercy. You see it there too, how whatever you want from him is yours. You kiss his swollen lips as your hips align together, catching his moan with your own when you make it all the way down.

"That's it, Bucky. You see..." You praise him then, beginning to rock your hips slowly. "It is not that hard to follow orders."

His hips meet yours with every thrust as you both begin to move, hitting a spot that sends stars to your eyes every time you move. Bucky moans against your neck, and he should be desperate to touch you and hold you, to leave bruises on your hips as you ride him, but right now he couldn't care less, right now you set the rules and set the pace and the wouldn't have it any other way.

He is yours to wreck, yours to rip apart with every push of your hips and every moan that leaves your lips.

It is hard for Bucky to let go of control since he got it back after losing it decades ago, but when you look at him he mirrors your pleased smile and that's enough for you to know that, for you, he is willing to lose it all. "You are so, so good, Buck."

Your fingers tangle in his hair and they travel all over his back, his muscles tight under your touch and almost begging to be released.

Bucky keeps murmuring and whimpering about you being a tease, complaining against your skin about his lack of touch, only making you laugh as you find his lips. But his body says other things, his body finds you and rubs you as only it knows how, sending waves through both your perfectly synced bodies.

"I need to touch you," He says aginst your jaw, traveling down with open mouth kisses around your neck. "Doll, p-please, fuck-"

You tighten around him when he starts pleading for your skin against his hands, the sheet beginning to rip under his fingers from how hard he is resisting.

He opens his eyes to look at your flushed face, not wanting to miss any second of looking at you whimpering and moaning as you ride him.

The sleeves of his jacket hang off your shoulders now, revealing once more your body to him as you keep moving above him. He takes the opportunity to kiss the skin around your breasts, biting and licking as you do with him as you please. "Bucky," whimpers of his name come out of you when he reaches a spot you know he loves to kiss. "N-no touc-" you speak in between breaths, your high closer by the second but not quite there yet.

"You never said anything about kissing." Bucky takes advantage of that loophole making sure his lips feel every inch that his hands have not been able to, leaving marks on your skin as you keep chasing both of your highs. But you couldn't keep lying to yourself, you needed his rough hands against you to reach that high.

"Fine, you can touch-" His hands are on you before you can finish talking, already flying to your waist to guide you, but you stop his wrists again before he can do anything with a halting "but!"

Bucky groans, his head hanging defeated.

"But you have to make me cum the same time you do." You let go of him when his smile widens, a lopsided, cheeky grin shot up at you and at your mischievous ways of giving him what he wants. "Understood?" You kiss him with that question, pulling a moan from him when you start moving again.

"Mhm, I'm going to make you cum so hard, dollface." With his hands on your hips, digging his fingertips on your skin, you realize how much you needed to feel him touching you too. "Is that good, baby? Are you close?" You find Bucky asking, looking for your permission to feel as good as you are feeling too as if the expression of pleasure on your face wasn't enough.

"Make me cum, Bucky." You command shakily, and he does. He lets you crash against his chest as he keeps guiding you through a numbing orgasm, moaning against your shoulders when he lets himself cum too.

It feels like hours go by when you roll back to lay next to him. He is careful to remove his jacket from your arms as you begin to move to his side, tossing it to the side with the rest of the mess of clothes so he can wrap an arm over your waist and pull you to his body.

"You are so fucking good, it is unbelievable." It is his time to praise you, his breath almost back to normal while your lungs keep trying to be filled with air again. With your eyes closed, you can feel him kissing your face with soft kisses that begin to calm your heartbeat down. "That's your jacket now, I need you to wear it forever."

You giggle together, meeting each other's eyes again while breathing the early morning in.

"You are not going anywhere, you know?" He reminds you, with nothing but love as his eyes examine your face.

"Hell no, I'm not." His arms wrap around you when you close your eyes again, pulling you to a few more minutes of sleep against his body. You could deal with the stares and funny looks later, who cares, you realize, you wouldn't trade your mornings with Bucky for anything.

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[rocorambles]

Patient 1: Addiction

Pairing: Toji x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Predator and Prey themes, Cum play, Knife play, Non-Con, Degradation

Link to: Prologue

Patient Name: Fushiguro Toji

Diagnosis: Adrenaline Addiction

Your brow furrows as you stare down at your first patient’s files. An addiction isn’t uncommon, but to adrenaline? You suppose it’s possible to become addicted to just about anything. Yet there are a million questions buzzing on the tip of your tongue as you turn to Uraume who just shrugs and says you’re better off hearing it straight from Toji’s own mouth.

Everything about this psychiatric facility is strange and you curiously stare at the elevator buttons as both of you descend, noting how each button has a name of a patient next to it with the final button having no label.

“Each patient has their own floor. They’ve been here for so long that we thought it would be more humane to give them ample room to live in instead of the standard patient rooms you typically see in other facilities. After all, we’re not here to treat them like caged animals, right?”

The humanitarian in you can’t defy that logic, but you can’t help but wonder if it’s safe for them to not be bound during your session, only to cringe at your own thoughts. They’re just ill patients, humans just like you, not prisoners. With that newfound determination you stride out of the elevator only to freeze when you hear the outer elevator cage slam close on your heels.

You turn, hoping to see Uraume right behind you, but your heart sinks when you see them safely on the other side of the metal fence, an eerie grin on their face as the actual elevator doors slide shut, leaving you with some parting words.

“I’ll see you when you’re done seeing all your patients today.”

Not even seconds pass before you’re scrambling to look for a button or anything to help pry open the elevator doors, fear overwhelming you as Uraume’s ominous farewell haunts you. But there’s no escape and you turn around to take in your surroundings, trembling and on the verge of tears.

Expansive is an understatement and you nervously walk around the dimly lit area, quickly losing track of all the rooms, corridors, and dead ends you bypass and amble through despite doing your best to keep track of everything. It almost feels like it’s meant to be a maze or obstacle course of sorts…

“Well, well, well. Look at the new little mouse I’ve found.”

Your heart threatens to burst out of your chest only to still in shock when you see a familiar face grinning at you, immediately connecting it to the manilla folder tightly clenched in your hands.

“Fushiguro Toji?”

“And you must be the new shrink. Follow me, doc. I’m sure you have a lot of questions. They always do.”

You don’t want to think about what’s happened to your predecessors, this “they” Toji’s referring to. You don’t want to follow this stranger. You don’t want to be trapped in this unknown environment with a highly dangerous patient and no means of escape. But what choice do you have? And with limbs weighted with despair, you trail after the dark haired man.

You’re surprised when Toji leads you into a room not far off from the police interrogation rooms you’ve seen in movies. A single table with a chair on either side are the only furniture in the room and you quietly take a seat across from where Toji has casually slumped himself down. But you note how his large stature easily overwhelms the small space, making the substantial table between you seem meaningless.

There’s silence as you fidget and fumble with Toji’s file, trying to find any professionalism and composure you have left as said patient continues leering at you, an amused smirk ever present on his face. It feels silly to treat this like any other examination, but it seems like the only thing you can do, what Toji himself is expecting of you.

“What is...what is adrenaline addiction, in your own words?”

You wonder if this is what opening Pandora’s box felt like, the question barely out of your mouth before regret instantly seizes you as Toji’s grin only grows wider and sharper, a crazed look in his eyes when he replies.

“It means I like being excited a little too much, doc.”

“And what excites you?”

You don’t want to know his response, but it’s the only way forward and dread fills you as he responds.

“Oh, lots of things. The burn of my throat and rush to my head after taking a shot. Gambling and the uncertainty of whether you’ll win or lose. The look of despair on my victim’s face when I shove a knife through their beating heart. The way it feels so fucking perfect to shove my dick in any tight hole it’ll fit in. But you know what makes me the most excited, doc?”

It’s theatrical how he tapers off, green eyes piercing you as he silently orders you to acknowledge him. And all you can do is shake your head side to side, tears threatening to fall from your eyes as you play right into his hands.

“What makes me the most excited is the thrill of hunting pretty prey like you.”

Instincts have you jumping out of your chair and bolting from the room. You don’t dare turn to see if Toji is chasing you down, his amused cackle at your expense trailing behind you. You’re blindly running, no sense of direction as you randomly turn left and right, your only prerogative to keep moving, hopefully farther and farther from your patient. Every corridor, every passage, every room looks the same and you struggle to breathe as quietly as you can despite the way your lungs ache.

You strain to listen, but it’s hard to focus on anything other than the drumming of your racing heart and you don’t hear the figure casually ambling towards you until you’re being roughly shoved face first into the wall you’re leaning on, a toned figure pressed against your back, caging you in.

“Now, now. You’re making this way too easy. Tired already?”

It’s a rhetorical question, one you can’t bring yourself to answer anyway, not with the way your teeth chatter and your body trembles in fear as Toji loudly inhales your scent while he buries his nose in the crook of your neck, tongue lazily licking a strike of your salty sweat.

You sob as he harshly bites down, not enough to break skin, but enough to leave you aching and hold you still as his hands wander underneath your clothes, groping and kneading your breasts and ass. You’re too scared to move, fearing the consequences of resisting, praying that maybe this is it, that you’ll be let off when he gets his fill of feeling you up. But you can’t help the way you yelp and instinctively struggle against his hold when he tires of your frozen state and decides to ruthlessly twist your nipples and shove a thick finger into your tight hole.

“There we go. Glad to know you’re still alive and kicking. I don’t enjoy fucking dead and broken toys like that pink haired bastard does.”

Pink haired bastard? Your mind briefly flashes to a hazy picture you’re sure you had seen in one of the patient files. What was his name-

You shriek as Toji shoves another finger alongside the digit already in you, sobbing as you feel him stretching your walls, relentlessly pounding his fingers in and out of you, his fingers painfully pulling at your nipples. All you hear is his grunts in your ears and you clench your eyes in disgust when you feel a long hard object grinding against you, knowing full well what it is without even looking.

He’s going to rape and kill you. This is how it all ends. And you wait for it, the searing pain of that massive shaft impaling you. But it never comes and before you know it you’re moaning as he twists and flexes until he finds that soft spongy spot inside of you, insistently rubbing and stroking it with curled fingers as he continues dry humping you from behind.

You’re so lost in the sensations that you don’t notice how your body is betraying you as it unconsciously grinds back against Toji’s hand, your ass shaking and pressing even harder against Toji’s cock. It’s funny how easily you’ve lost any common sense, but you’re not here to be a vapid bimbo toy. He’ll save that side of you for one his fellow inhabitants who’ll appreciate it more and he abruptly pulls his now soaked digits out of you, snorting at how you whine from the loss.

You look so confused, so stupid as he rapidly finishes himself off, hooking down your bottoms low enough for him to shoot his sticky seed all over the inner fabric of your panties. And he grins when you practically moan as he pulls your undergarments back into place, cruelly tugging a tad too hard and wedging his cum and the stained lace deep between your abused folds.

You’re panting, looking like a wreck as you try to ground yourself from the dizzying confusion of being pulled right from the brink of an orgasm, the emptiness of your edging making your head foggy. But then something sharp is being pressed against your vulnerable neck and it’s enough to have fear jolt you back to your senses.

“Don’t be such a boring slut. Time to run and hide again. It’s playtime, bitch. Or maybe you need me to cut you up a bit. Pain’s always a good motivator.”

He’s barely finished speaking before you’re shoving him and his knife away from you and he whistles in appreciation as he watches you race away again, taking his time to tuck himself back in his pants. You’ll need as much of a head start anyway to even try and remotely make some sense of this labyrinth he knows every corner of. Not that any advantage will actually help you much. Toji’s never had a prey he couldn’t catch.

How many times has he found you and released you after defiling you just a bit more every time? Neither of you can keep track and only when Toji has shoved his cock in all three of your holes, filling every orifice with his cum and fuckig you until you can barely walk does your session end. It’s almost comical how he has to quite literally drag you back to the elevator you had come from and he cruelly laughs at the white sticky trail you’re leaving behind you with your loose holes unable to keep in the copious fluids.

You barely register what’s happening, too exhausted, too fucked out of your mind to even be bothered by the rough friction of the ground against your body, only mildly stunned by the fact that the elevator you had frantically tried to re-enter is now innocently open. And it’s with muted despair that you realize what fate has in store for you as Toji presses the button of the next lower level.

Gojo Satoru

The neatly labeled name is all you register before the elevator doors slide open and you’re shoved out of it, blearily making out the sight of Toji tauntingly waving at you from inside the metal enclosure.

“See you at tomorrow’s session, doc.”

Your world goes dark as the elevator doors shut.

[watchmegetobsessed]

SIT ON ME

a/n: heavily inspired of the time when a girl actually asked him the question i used in this fic lmao. also maybe a part 2 might be good for this? let me know if you’re interested in one!

pairing: Sebastian Stan X Assistant!Reader

word count: 1.5k

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Fixing the collar of his shirt one last time you pat on his hard chest, breathing out shortly as your eyes flicker up to meet his icy blue gaze that was already examining you.

“Just try to… not say anything stupid, okay?” you tell him, hopeful that he will take you seriously just once, though in the back of your mind you already know it goes in one ear and slips out the other usually.

Sebastian nods, a small, coy smile tugging on his lips as you fold your arms on your chest, checking the time on the clock on the wall across you, only minutes until they are going on stage. It’s another day, another panel, you have no idea what the event is called anymore, you lost track of even which city you are at right now. You’ve been on the road for weeks now, going from one hotel to the other, jumping from events to appearances, trying not to lose your head, because if you do, that means Sebastian’s head is lost too. Being a personal assistant means that you’re responsible for two people at the same time, you can’t afford falling apart.

“Five minutes, everyone!” a man shouts as he runs down the hallway and Mackie drops a joke about him, but you don’t really catch it, because Seb’s hand touches your waist as the two of you wait patiently for the start.

“Can I get a good luck kiss?” he smirks down at you, leaning closer to your ear so no one can hear him, only you. His hot breath tickles your skin and you try to hide your pleasant shudder at his closeness.

You can’t push the smile down that tugs on your lips as you peek up at him, that boyish glimmer in his eyes never fails to stun you. He is such a beautiful person, inside and out and it’s hard to resist his charm when all he does is trying to wrap you around his finger. He knows the effect he has on you and he doesn’t hesitate to use it. The relationship between the two of you has been a bit blurred these past months, you both could feel the shift when after his last birthday, drunken and totally worn off from his party, the two of you ended up sleeping in the same bed, tangled in each other. You stayed completely clothed, yet the intimacy was burning and the flame hasn’t really disappeared since then.

However you haven’t let it go farther yet, trying to maintain the slightest bit of professionalism in the midst of the madness your job is, though Sebastian doesn’t seem to care about that at all. It’s been a cat and mouse game ever since that night.

Reaching up you cup his jaw in your hand and pulling him closer you can see the surprise in his eyes when he thinks you’re about to kiss him, but then you turn his head and your lips end up on his stubbled cheek, an airy chuckle leaving his lips.

“I think you missed it,” he slyly smirks down at you, but you just roll your eyes.

“Behave, Stan,” you warn him.

The remainder of the time flies by fast and the boys walk out to the stage to the cheering crowd, taking their places, ready to answer any and every questions thrown in their way.

You watch from the sidelines, laughing with the audience every time Mackie cracks a joke, or when Sebastian gives a funny answer, you feel like one of those fans sitting in front of them, you totally understand why they are so obsessed with them. It’s hard not to love them, they are just amazing people.

“Alright, let’s see the next question!” the lady on the stage announces, turning to the girl who has the mic this time.

“Hi! I’m so happy to be here and see you guys!” the girl beams, making the men on the stage smile gratefully.

“We’re happy you’re here too!” Sebastian answers her, definitely making her blush at the sweet response.

“So my question is…” she starts, taking a deep breath. “Sebastian, this is for you. If you were a chair, who would you want to sit on you?”

The question makes the whole room erupt in laughter and you can’t hold back yours either. You can tell Seb is shocked at the blunt and quite dirty question, but you also know that he is definitely gonna answer it, no matter how inappropriate it’s going to be.

“Wow,” he chuckles into the mic, while he is trying to keep his act together, Mackie on his left is fighting back tears at this point. “What an… interesting question,” he huffs, making everyone laugh again. “Um… Okay, if I was a chair, I would want…”

His eyes wander over the crowd until they find you at the side, your gazes melting together for a split second and you already know what his answer is gonna be, just from the way the tiny wrinkles around his eyes appear. And there’s nothing you can do against it.

“I would want my assistant to sit on me,” he answers, a round of howling and screaming washing over the room as you cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. Did he really just say that? In front of all these people?

When you glance up next time, you catch his eyes again, that smug and pleased look in his face is almost annoying, knowing how much he is enjoying putting you into this situation.

“I’m going to kill you,” you mouth to him, but he just chuckles.

“Damn, Sebastian,” Mackie huffs. “You ain’t playing anymore!”

“No, no, it’s all just fun,” he explains. “I just like to tease my assistant, don’t take it seriously,” he adds, trying to save the situation, though it’s useless. His answer has been captured on hundreds of cameras and it’ll be all over the internet in a matter of time.

The conversation on stage carries on and you patiently wait for it to be over so you can murder Sebastian yourself. When they finally say goodbye and head off the stage you’re waiting for them already, trying to look serious and a bit mad about the stunt Sebastian pulled, but when his gaze meets yours you simply can’t keep up the act. You are so soft for this man, he could do about anything and you wouldn’t stay mad at him at all.

“Uh-oh, you are thinking about killing me,” he smirks, not even an ounce of regret or shame for himself present in his voice.

“I am, yeah,” you nod, arms folded on your chest as he stands in front of you, biting into his bottom lip as he cocks his head to the side.

“What can I do to earn your forgiveness?” he asks in a dramatic tone, before his hands find your upper arms, pulling you closer until your front meets his chest and he can wrap you into his embrace.

“Stop being such a flirt,” you prompt, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Oh, I don’t think I can do that, sorry.”

“Of course,” you roll your eyes at him.

When everything is said and done and you can head home, you and Sebastian make your way out, only to face the huge crowd that gathered around the building just to see a glimpse of their favorites. The car pulls up to the entrance and you follow Seb out through the crowd that’s being held back with two rows of security guards, but you need to be fast, because they are starting to lose their shit. Sebastian gets into the car and someone pushes you from behind when you are about to follow him, making you fall and end up on his lap in the car, the door shutting behind you as the driver leaves immediately.

“Shit,” you breathe out, holding onto his shoulders for leverage and his strong arms wrap around you as an instinct, catching you from falling further. A second passes and he smirks at you, arching an eyebrow at you.

“See? You did end up sitting on me,” he smugly points out and you just shake your head laughing as you climb off of him, sitting next to him on the backseat.

“If only we had HR, you’d be in so much trouble,” you warn him, though you can’t keep a straight face as you point a finger at him that he just easily grabs and pulling your hand to his lips he kisses your knuckles with a smug grin on his lips.

“Good thing it’s just you and I then,” he shrugs, keeping your hand in his hold in his lap and you don’t even try to pull it back, you just huff amused, sliding down in your seat, leaning against his arm, your head coming to rest on his shoulder. Sebastian hums contented, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as you both ignore the elephant in the room and pretend like you can go like this forever.

But deep down you know you can’t.

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[redhairedwolfwitch]

Fate's a Bitch, Isn't It? - Legacies x Noralise!Daughter!Reader

A New Hope

B/m/n = biological mother’s name

A/n: not quite sure how this rewrite is going honestly, i have plans for season 4

A banging at the door woke you up, leaving you to spring awake as you glanced over at the door.

"Yo, Y/n, come on, Landon and Cleo robbed a museum last night, we're gonna go check it out!" Kaleb shouted, not even asking if you wanted to come, instead he expected it.

"Sure, just let me get ready!" You replied, climbing out of bed and looking around for some clothes. You really needed to do some laundry.

"Where even are the washing machines here?" B/m/n enquired, ignoring the strange looks that Nora and Mary-Lou were giving her in that moment in time.

///

"Aren't you three a little young to be detectives?" The museum staff member asked, frowning as he looked between Kaleb and MG to you, as you kept a blank face.

"Those sunglasses..." B/m/n facepalmed, noticing the funny glances the three of you were giving, even as you were not wearing a pair indoors like MG and Kaleb were.

"I'm an intern." You explained, as MG and Kaleb looked at each other.

"This is our first case, so please, help us crack it. Are these the two perps that you encountered?" MG asked, producing a photo of Cleo and a photo of Landon to show the staff member.

"That's them! She stole the sculpture, and he, he beat the crap out of me. I'll never forget their faces." The staff member pointed at the photos, hesitating as he recalled what had happened last night.

"The fallen chicken changed in the prison world, doesn't make much sense but who am I to argue? We're ghosts after all." Mary-Lou commented, folding her arms in boredom.

"Well, sir, you're about to." Kaleb replied, stepping forwards and removing his sunglasses so he could compel the staff member, whilst you and MG walked further into the museum to examine where the sculpture was that Cleo stole, and what information there was about it.

Rolling your eyes, you blanked out MG and Kaleb talking as you read over the information on the sculpture Cleo stole.

"Huh, it was a sculpture of a anatomical heart." You murmured, before MG tapped your shoulder, revealing the motel card.

"Sweet, let's go!" You smiled, following Kaleb and MG out of the museum to head to the motel.

"What car did they take? The vampire's car he received from Santa only has two seats." Nora pointed out, leaving Mary-Lou to bit her lip, unsure of how to answer, and B/m/n just shrugged, not having looked at the vehicle that you, Kaleb and MG were travelling in.

///

"We've got about an hour before we see Cleo, you better plan out what you're gonna say." MG smiled, turning to Kaleb as the three of you drove to the Morning Bird Motel.

"Oh god." You shivered, feeling ill for a moment.

"Yo, you good?" Kaleb turned around, raising an eyebrow, "you're not gonna puke, are you?"

"Pretty sure Lizzie's trying to figure out who can be Hope's rebound, and she called herself and Josie Hope's best friends, so I'm slightly offended." You explained, running a hand down your face as MG gave you a sad look.

"Slightly?" "Did she just friendzone herself on Hope's behalf?" "What the hell does 'friendzone' even mean?" Your mothers argued between each other.

///

"Look out!" MG shouted, pointing towards the flaming car crash on the side of the road. Kaleb said something about ambulances not having arrived but you didn't listen, getting out of the car and hurrying over to try extract the injured from the crash.

"She didn't even hesitate." "Not everyone revives like our daughter does, my beloved."

///

"We're going to be late, and we stink of car crash... but hopefully those people will be okay." You admitted as the three of you got back in the car to head to the motel, trying to ignore how much the smell of car crash made you want to break down and cry.

Nora and Mary-Lou exchanged sad looks, recalling their deaths as they spotted the tears in your eyes.

"Hold up, weren't you supposed to talk to somebody?" MG asked, leaving your face to fall as you glanced at your ring, the crystals as dark as the night Kaleb was driving through.

"Fuck, Malivore ate Cleo! Floor it, Kaleb, we need to get back to the school!" You shouted, leaving MG and Kaleb confused, but Kaleb did what you said, speeding up to hurry.

"Her memories are no longer being taken when Malivore erases a person?" "Her angel magic is that strong." "There's something I should have mentioned... I don't think angel magic is the correct terminology." B/m/n admitted as Nora and Mary-Lou discussed with each other about your powers.

///

"Hope? What the hell happened? Malivore got Cleo?" You asked, hurrying over as Hope froze, tense as you pulled her into a hug.

"Turns out Malivore was Landon the whole time." Hope brushed off, but the deadness in her eyes left you looking at her worriedly.

"What?" "Makes sense, the mop head was too willing to abandon Hope, as much as he is an irritation, he's loyal." Mary-Lou admitted, leaving Nora to quirk a brow in amusement.

"Hope..."

"I need to do the spell to bring everyone's memories of Cleo back." Hope explained, heading towards her room as you followed.

"Remember what I told you once? Don't go where I can't follow." You reminded Hope, sitting on her bed as Hope set up the spell.

"Odd time to bring that up." "It's Y/n, what do you expect?"

///

Pulling your knees to your chest, you watched as Hope conversed with the twins, eyes widening as Hope asked you and the twins to come with her.

"Where are they going? Oh." B/m/n realised, recognising the corridor that they were walking down.

The gymnasium was in sight as Alaric, MG and Kaleb joined the three of you, the doors opening to reveal Malivore!Landon shackled and in a cage, smirking at you all.

"Well, this looks like a party." Malivore snarked, watching as Hope stepped towards the cage.

"We want our friends back." Hope declared, glaring as Malivore dropped the chains he was holding, stepping forwards to confront Hope.

"There's something I want too. Fate's a bitch, isn't it?" Malivore smiled, darkness in his eyes as Hope kept her face blank.

Folding your arms, you felt your chest tighten, glaring at Malivore but his eyes stayed on Hope.

"This isn't going to end well, is it?" "Like Malivore Landon said, fate's a bitch."

///

You Have to Pick One This Time

[n0bamak1s]

mutual - mai zenin x reader

request: “Could you write mai x non-binary s/o, where mai is realizing that she has a crush on s/o, it'd be funny to see her reaction when the s/o get asked by todo before they spar, abt the kind of woman s/o like, and s/o just shrug and answer 'mai, i guess'.” - @814519

summary: reader seems to take a liking to mai, who refuses to acknowledge her schoolgirl crush on them, and todo somehow manages to be the one to get them to stop dancing around their feelings for each other. (genre: fluff, mutual pining, slice of life-y)

warnings: swearing, mentions of fighting, mostly just fluff

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i’m sorry to take a long ass hiatus again but i have some fics i’m working on rn!! thank you all sm for being so patient with how slow i can be T_T btw this one includes some very mild miwa x reader as well just as a heads up lol!

when you first transferred schools in order to master your cursed technique, your first instinct was to raise an eyebrow at your classmates. the lineup of students in your school consisted of a boy who might as well be a bodybuilder, a blonde girl whose hair seemed to defy gravity, an awkward looking stoic boy clad in traditional clothing, a girl with a gun holster on the side of her baggy pants who wore a bored expression as her gaze met yours, and a normal looking blue haired girl standing next to some rusty looking robot. with all their strange hairstyles and odd clothing choices, combined with how nonchalant they were about their mechanical companion, they might as well be the cast of some forgotten sitcom from the 80s.

after introducing yourself to your stiff new classmates, you were whisked away to be led to your dorm by the blue haired girl (would you call her a “bluenette”?) who you learned was called miwa. as you walked, you asked her questions about her cursed technique, to which she sheepishly smiled and explained how she was the most “useless” of the students.

in response to her shameless self deprecation, you simply scoffed and sent an easy smile her way. “you really shouldn’t beat yourself up like that miwa, if you do it’ll be much easier for your opponents to.” despite the teasing nature of your words, you really did hope you’d managed to encourage her a bit.

miwa turned to you with bright eyes and a sincere smile. “that means a lot, really! it’ll be so nice to have an upperclassman here who isn’t so intimidating. i’m always so nervous to ask mai for help with stuff, so it’s nice to know you believe in me!”

her smile was infectious as you mirrored your junior’s facial expression. “there’s no need to be scared of them you know, believe me, just because they’re older doesn’t mean they have any idea what they’re doing.”

she shrugged in response. “i guess you might be right, this morning mai was practically shaking in her boots about getting to meet you, so maybe it’s all just a tough facade!”

you thought back to the girl who had introduced herself as mai.

what first caught your eye was the way she carried herself. while next to her other classmates as she introduced herself to you, arms crossed over her chest and back straight, as if it was an attempt to look high and mighty. rather than a proper introduction, she simply told you her name, before looking away boredly. the both of you chose to ignore the way todo teased her, before turning to introduce himself with a smug smile. he opened his mouth to seemingly ask you something, but was quickly cut off by mai stomping on his foot, sending him a harsh look. she glanced back at you with a slightly softer expression and a monotone apology for “his idiocy.”

you chuckled quietly at the idea of the girl who presented herself as so blunt and cold getting all nervous at the idea of your arrival.

breaking you out of your reminiscence, miwa waved her hands in front of her nervously as she turned to you. “just please don’t tell her i said that!” her guilty expression rivaled that of a kid who’d been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

before she could continue in her nervous exclamation about how intimidated she was by her senior, you grabbed her hands that had been motioning wildly to match her words. “don’t worry miwa, i’d never sell you out like that.” you let out a small chuckle as you examined the genuine worry on her face, to which she just sheepishly smiled. it was funny to you how scared she seemed of her seniors, but it couldn’t help you from getting an odd urge to want to protect the small girl.

“besides,” your smile turned sly “, if what you say is true, i bet mai would be too shy to even talk to me!” a loud laugh escaped your lips as you continued your way down the dorm halls with long strides. behind you, miwa sped up when remembering she was supposed to be the one escorting you to your dorm.

“come on, that’s not fair to hang it over my head like that!” she whined as she managed to match your pace.

as miwa trailed ever so slightly behind you, you caught sight of a newly familiar head of dark hair (under the fluorescent lighting you couldn’t entirely tell whether it was green or black.)

“mai!” you called out to the girl you’d been newly acquainted with, raising one hand in greeting and slinging the other around your very embarrassed looking juniors shoulders.

the girl you’d shouted to turned to you with heavy lidded eyes that gave her face a bored, almost annoyed, expression. her turning your way was quickly followed by todo, who you guessed had been standing next to her, glancing over the hallway corner to meet your gaze. those two made an odd pair, from what you could tell. in contrast to mai’s impassive greeting, todo had introduced himself with booming confidence, before going on to complain to utahime that he’d have to leave in order to make it back to his dorm to score tickets for a concert featuring takeda. in the moment, you had to stifle a laugh at the memory of such an intimidating looking dude having a huge crush on an idol with absolutely no shame about it.

mai opened her mouth to say something, but was quickly cut off by todos roaring voice. “hey new kid!” his demeanor had been as confident as you remember, despite the fact that you were pretty sure he’d forgotten your name in the short time from when you had left to see your dorm. you gave him a smile and a lopsided wave in response.

“did you snag those tickets you were worried about earlier todo?”

“easily.” he bragged as if you cared about getting a pair of tickets for yourself. “however, earlier i meant to ask you a question, but SHE,” he pointed a thumb annoyedly at his companion, “very rudely interrupted me by stepping on my foot.”

“todo…” mai’s tone seemed warning as her eyes flickered between you and him.

“as much as i would LOVE to hear what your question is todo, i really do have to go unpack” you smiled abashedly, pulling miwa to your side, who nodded with wide eyes at how unphased you were.

“it might be better to ask when we spar later.” he shrugged. “that way i can really hear your impulse answer.” he crossed his arms, clearly to look intimidating.

“works for me! i’ll see you then too, mai.” you winked at her as you tugged miwa along behind you. mai huffed at your embarrassing show of flirtatiousness, but you didn’t miss the slight flush of her cheeks as she turned from you while rounding the corner.

even as you were close to the door of your dorm at the end of the hall, you could still hear mai berating todo for how embarrassing he was.

“i think she likes me.” a cat like grin overtook your face as you stopped in front of your dorm.

“utahime said your uniform would be folded on your bed, once you’re changed you can join us for sparring.” miwa smiled bashful smile. she’d probably chosen to ignore your previous statement in hopes of not being dragged into any drama.

“thanks miwa!” you grinned and gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder, to which she simply looked away timidly.

“it’s no problem, really.” she waved off your appreciation. “but between the two of us, i think you may be right about mai liking you.”

she bowed before running off, probably to get ready for sparring, leaving you grinning like an idiot in response to her revelation.

maybe the feeling was kinda mutual.

you were quick to change into your all black uniform pants and jacket, then breaking into a stride to the yard where sparring took place. that was, until you realized you were wandering rather aimlessly considering, you know, you didn’t really know where the yard was yet. peering around the hallway, your eye caught on an oh so familiar girl adorned in baggy black pants.

“hey mai!” you almost had it in you to feel bad for approaching her yet again.

almost.

“i’m kinda lost, d’you think i could walk with you?”

she nodded a yes in response, motioning with a hand for you to follow her.

after a one too many moments of awkward silence, you decided you’d have to be the one to bite the bullet and break it. “you know that thing todo was saying earlier about having a question he needed to ask me?” she looked up in a way that made her seem as if she’d just been brought out of being lost in her thoughts.

“what of it?”

“do you happen to know what it was? he seemed pretty serious about it.” well, as serious as todo could get.

to your surprise, mai attempted to stifle a chuckle, before a laugh managed to slip past her.

“it’s this totally dumb thing he likes to do.” she tilted her head slightly back so she looked at the ceiling as she talked. “to size people up, he likes to ask them what their type in women is.”

you let out a snort as you laughed, though you couldn’t say you were surprised.

“he seems like such a hopeless romantic, it’s hilarious.”

“yeah.” a soft smile painted her face. “but you’d better get an answer ready, if he thinks you’re too boring he’ll beat your ass.”

“really now?” you raised an eyebrow, to which she nodded in confirmation. “what does he classify as ‘boring’?”

she shrugged. “depends. whenever someone prefers personality he either beats the shit out of them or starts crying.” it was clear in her tone how exasperated her friend made her.

“what did you say? when he asked you?” you turned to face her fully, which made her realize how close together your faces were. for just a beat, she paused to examine your expression. despite your earlier teasing, you seemed sincere in your question. either you were oblivious to the blush spreading across her face, or you chose not to tease her for it.

before an answer could leave her parted open lips, she was interrupted by a voice calling both of your names.

“hey toshinori!” you smiled at the stone faced boy in front of you as you used mai’s shoulder as an armrest.

“it’s noritoshi.” the monotony in his voice made you stifle a laugh. “and you guys are running late for sparring, what were you even doing?”

her eyes glowered in his direction, clearly not in the mood to play hall monitor with him. “i was just being welcoming to our new classmate.”

he ignored her passive aggressive response and turned to you. “todo keeps asking where you are, so you might wanna hurry up.” with a swift turn, he began walking down the hallway with long strides.

once he seemed out of earshot, you burst into laughter, and from your arm you could feel mai’s shoulders shake from repressing a giggle.

“he walks like a goddamn penguin!” you referred to how his arms were wide at his sides and his stiff steps.

“him and mechamaru walk the exact same way, i’m starting to think he might just be a more advanced robot.” her dry tone was combatted by the way the corners of her mouth turned up in a lopsided grin.

“though, we should probably get going, even if i get a pass for being new here, i’m not sure how utahime would react to you being late.”

you didn’t notice how her eyes softened at your concern for her as you beckoned for her to lead the way.

“i don’t think she’d mind, after all utahime loves me for my pep and bubbly spirit.” her voice oozed with sarcasm while you smiled to yourself about how you’d managed to get her to loosen up.

the walk to the sparring field was quick, and it made you wonder how much time you two had taken just talking at the end of the hallway. you were greeted by the sight of your strangely styled classmates (plus the literal robot) beginning to split into pairs. before you could turn to mai with the question of partnering up, you were greeted by a todo with a firm hand on your shoulder.

“we’re partnering up, new kid!” it was more of a declaration than an offer. you smiled awkwardly as his shadow enveloped your figure, seeing mai be whisked away by momo out of the corner of your eye. if you’d looked close enough, you’d have been able to see the annoyed look mai sent at todo and the smug smile momo flashed at mai and her obvious display of jealousy.

you planted your feet on the ground that was caked in dust and prepared yourself into a fighting stance, with fists raised and legs steady. though it seemed you’d gotten prepared to defend from an attack that wasn’t coming. instead, todo marched over to you confidently. mai glanced over from her sparring, knowing exactly what was coming.

he called your name in his usual booming voice, which you were surprised he actually knew.

“what is your type in women?” he towered over you, his expression dead serious despite his absolutely ridiculous question.

feeling mai’s eyes trailing you, you glanced over to her. she mouthed something to you about not saying personality. you failed to hold back a chuckle, which seemed to snap todo out of his intimidating glower.

his gaze followed yours, which was still focused on mai for the briefest of moments.

“ohhhh i get it…you’ve got a thing for mai, huh?” he sounded like a child about to blackmail their sibling.

a furious blush overtook mai’s face practically instantly, while momo covered her mouth with a hand to suppress a laugh. you glanced between a boastful looking todo and a tomato looking mai.

“yeah i guess you could say she’s my type.” you shrugged nonchalantly, to which you could hear mai sputtering something about how you were just trying to embarrass her. miwa had a sheepish look on her face as she walked over to check on mai, though it only seemed to make her more flustered when miwa asked if she wanted to go to the nurse.

while witnessing the admittedly charming trainwreck happening in front of you, there was a moment for you to look back at todo.

“are you CRYING?”

“i have no shame in it. it’s like mai is my daughter and i’m walking her down the aisle at her wedding.”

“it’s absolutely nothing like that, todo.”

he ignored your blatant confusion at his reaction. “young love is so beautiful. you have my full blessing to date mai.” he sniffles and wiped his nose, then held it out for you to shake, to which you scrunched your nose in disgust.

“thanks for the ‘blessing’ and all, but now that we’re done with that, i think i should go spar with lover girl over there.” you threw your thumb over your shoulder to point to mai.

“you guys should join me and takeda for a double date! we can arrange a date once she finally answers my calls.” todo had a large grin, shameless about his tear stained cheeks.

“how about it?” you raised an eyebrow at mai, who had become significantly more composed in the time you hadn’t been looking in her direction.

“absolutely not.” she deadpanned, though her impassive look didn’t last very long as she leaned over to whisper in your ear, cracking a small smile reserved for you. “i’d rather we just hang out without that oaf, you know it’s embarrassing for them to see how you get me acting like a schoolgirl with her first crush.”

the moment paused for a split second for her to glance at todo, who was staring you down like a disapproving father.

“plus lord knows takeda isn’t answering him anytime soon.”

“I HEARD THAT!”

[reidgraygubler]

multiply (kyle orfman/reader)

Title: multiply Request: no Couple: Kyle Orfman/Fem!reader Category: angst/smut w/ a taste of fluff Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (penetrive sex, unsafe sex, mild hatefuck, grinding/groping, heavy petting, light breathplay (hand over mouth and nose) breeding/impregnation kink, fingering), zombies and zombies eating humans, death, descriptions of death, death of a grandparent (grandmother), mentions of guns and gun violence (but none actually happening), petnames (kitten/officer) Word Count: 5,943 Summary: After narrowly escaping her grandmother eating her, Reader is on her own to find other civilization. She meets the Orfman family and they take her in for safety. Reader and Kyle share a special bond. A/N: I am in love with this piece, so I hope you guys love it as much as I do. thank you to @reidetic for beta/editing this for me! this was also written for @imagining-in-the-margins "there was only one bed" trope challenge for june! thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

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My grandmother was alive… And then she was dead… And now she’s alive again. Which is very confusing because I watched her die. Like I can’t be the only person experiencing this, right? It’s not some weird fever dream either, I don’t think. This has to be a town wide phenomenon.

My grandmother was acting totally normal too. As if she didn’t die. She was living life day to day, making cookies, knitting, and sipping her tea, just like she did before she died. It was like life went back to normal. And then… She tried to eat me. That’s definitely not normal. Is it?

Who eats another person!? Zombies! That’s who! And how do you kill a zombie? I don’t really like that answer. Because I love my grandmother. She’d do nothing to hurt me, except eat me, I guess.

I gotta get out of this house. It’s not safe to stay in the house with her anymore, and it hasn’t been for a long time. So instead of killing her, like any other sane person would do, I just left. I packed my backpack with a few clothes, snacks and water, and I left.

Turns out it was a lot more than a town wide phenomenon. It was country wide. Everyone was experiencing their dead loved ones returning from the dead. Just showing up, like how my grandmother just showed up. It caused something of an uprise, too, considering people don’t just come back to life after being dead, and they’re eating other humans. It wasn’t an uprise. It was terror, pure terror of the people who didn’t die and come back to life.

I hadn’t left my house in a while, at least since my grandmother came back. So I didn’t realize just how dire the situation was. Piles of burnt stuff were all over the place. Cars with shattered windshields were crashed into trees or homes. And the number of bodies just on the street was… incredibly disturbing.

I needed to find any sign of civilization, and quickly. There was no telling just how long I’d make it alone. I probably only had enough water for the next day or two. And the only zombie movies I’ve seen were Shaun of the Dead and Zombieland, and that wasn’t very helpful… Well maybe Zombieland was helpful.

A long branch with a sharp and pointy end was sitting in the middle of the road. I grabbed it, hoping it’d be enough of a weapon to protect me from the disaster around me. I silently hoped, and prayed to whatever God was up there, that I’d find safety before nightfall.

I was beginning to lose hope as the sun started setting; the sky lighting up with the fires around the town. Several people wearing orange jumpsuits came running around the corner, each carrying various weapons in their hands and over their backs. I nearly fell to the ground because of how startled I was. I tried to pay attention to the crowd around me, but the pavement chewed up the palms of my hands.

A guy with a crew cut hairstyle seemingly looked in charge. Weird to have a gangly and scrawny man be in charge of a zombie take out group. He had this weird stature that he held, like he was trying to be intimidating but not everyone took him seriously.

The guy looked right at me and pointed a gun at my head. I slowly lifted my hands and stared at him.

“D-Don’t shoot! I’m human!” I shouted as I stared at him. He stared back, stepping closer to me. He dropped his gun away from me, but still kept his guard up.

“Human my ass!” The guy with the crewcut shouted. I looked at my hands, watching as blood began seeping from my palms. I quickly looked back at him, hoping he’d look at the human blood.

"Thoughts on smooth jazz?!" he asked in a loud tone. I stared up at him, feeling the terror bubble up my throat.

"I-I… Not my first choice in music?" I furrowed my eyebrows, as I wondered what this had to do with anything.

"Thoughts on dirt?!"

"Ew? Good for gardening? I don’t know!” I shouted back before I stumbled to my feet. The guy with the crew cut cautiously stepped closer to me as he examined my face and body. I’d assume it was because he was looking for any impurities I could possibly have. “I almost had to kill my grandmother. But… But I had to leave. I couldn’t do it. So I left. I left because she lunged at me… from across the table,” I mumbled as he stepped back. “I just need somewhere.. To lie low for the time being. I promise I’m safe.” I whispered as I looked at him. The guy looked back at the rest of his team, gauging their thoughts and concerns about letting me go with them.

“You can come with us. But the second you turn your back on us, or turn into them, don't be shocked when I’m the one to put a bullet into your head,” his voice got scary low as he stepped right up to me. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“Understood,” I whispered as I looked up at him.

I was shoved into the middle of the crowd of orange jumpsuits. The guy with the crewcut took the lead and brought us to a house that was guarded by tall cement and steel fencing. The people who were currently occupying this home knew how to keep themselves safe.

We entered the fenced in yard of the house, the leader making sure everyone got in safely, and no undead beings followed us. Then we entered the house. I was half expecting it to be stripped down, or decayed. But when we got in… It looked like a normal home, just no power, and the windows boarded up.

“Oh! A new person!” A woman exclaimed once I stood in the area that was once a living room. She came right up to my side, looking at me with a bright smile. She was very happy that I was here. “Don’t worry! You’re safe now!” she cooed as she threw her arms around me. I froze, my body refusing to move as she embraced me.

“I-I…” I swallowed roughly as she pulled away from me. I barely had time to say anything else as she pulled us to sit on the couch.

“I’m Judy Orfman. Kyle is my son.” She smiled as she gestured towards the crew cut guy wearing the orange jumpsuit.

“Mom,” Kyle muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose. I snickered as I looked back at Judy. I smiled softly as I gave her my name. It was weird how homey this place felt, albeit our situation in the world. Part of me wondered if Judy had any part in that.

“My husband, Noah, is out right now. And my other son, Zach, is with one of the women. She also had to kill her grandmother,” Judy whispered that last part. I looked at her with wide eyes, feeling a certain nervousness settle in the pit of my stomach. I could tell she meant well, and I shouldn’t be scared around anyone here. Everything that’s happened is just unsettling. When I woke up this morning I wasn’t expecting to have to escape zombies.

“Is it okay i-if I lie down? I’m just very tired after everything that’s happened.” I I looked between Judy and Kyle.

“Oh! Kyle, honey, you should let her sleep in your room. She obviously needs it,” Judy spoke to her son as she carefully smoothed out my hair. I looked at her with a small smile. I loved how motherly she was. It was definitely something I needed in a time like this.

“I’m not going to do that, Mom.”

“We don’t have any more bed space. You’re the only person with a bed big enough to hold two people. We aren’t going to force her to sleep on the floor or on the couch.”

“I-I don’t have an issue with the flo-”

“Non-sense! Kyle has plenty of space!” Judy clapped her hands together as she glared at Kyle. Kyle looked back at her with wide eyes before dropping his head and mumbling something. Even though Kyle was in charge of the orange jumpsuits, Judy was the head of household. Anyone could argue with her, but she would end up getting her way no matter what. Kyle probably knew better than to fight his mother.

“So it’s agreed then! You guys will share the room!” Judy smiled brightly. “Just no funny business.” She then glared between me and Kyle. I looked at her with wide eyes before shaking my head.

“Ugh! Ew! With him!”

“Her?! Are you serious?”

Even though I basically said what he said, I was still hurt by his utter disgust behind his words. I tried not letting it bother me as I grabbed my backpack and stood up.

“Why don’t you show her around? The bathroom, kitchen, bedroom.” Judy stood up beside me as she looked at her son. Kyle begrudgingly moved towards the opening of the living room, leading off to a new area.

“C’mon,” he grumbled as he looked over at me. I looked at Judy before looking back at Kyle. I dropped my head before dashing up beside him.

Every room he showed, I was met with a new person distraught by the events of the day. Kyle just showed me the room. I didn’t really know what I was expecting when he showed me around the house.

“Finally, this is where I sleep,” Kyle muttered as he gestured towards the closed off bedroom. A small smile grew on my lips as I entered the room, heading right towards the bed. Kyle, however, stopped me by grabbing my backpack and pulling me back to the door. “And just what do you think you’re doing?”

“Judy said I could sleep in here, too. So I figured I should take my side of the bed.” I looked up at him, folding my arms over my chest. A smirk grew across Kyle’s lips before he nodded. At this point we were standing toe-to-toe, and our chests were practically pressed together.

“You’re adorable,” he muttered before pulling my backpack off my back and tossing it to the left side of the bed. “If I find out you’re cuddling with me, you’re outta here. And if I see you going through my shit… You’re dead.”

“Sir, yes, sir.” I whispered before looking away from him. I walked away from him and towards the bed. Even though I wasn’t facing him, I could feel Kyle’s eyes on me as I went through my bag. “Are you just going to stand there and watch me? Or are you going to let me sleep peacefully?” I asked as I dropped my shoulders and the things I was holding.

“Until I know you won’t fuck around with stuff you’re not supposed to…” He spoke out loud. I rolled my eyes before turning to face him.

“Do you want me to just mess with your stuff while you’re here?” I asked as I walked back around to his side of the bed. Kyle’s eyes widened and his jaw steeled as I went to his night stand. “Or will you leave me alone so I can get some rest?”

“I’ll leave you alone the second you back away from that nightstand.” His words were quick and sharp as he spoke. A small smirk grew across my lips as I looked back at him. I stepped away from the night stand and stood in the middle of the room. “I’ll come back in an hour,” he muttered before leaving the room.

With a deep sigh, I returned to my side of the room, finally getting ready to lie down for the first time in what feels like days.

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I don’t think time exists anymore. Ever since the world went to shit, it feels like days felt longer than 24 hours. So it was hard to say how long I’d been in this safe house. I wished time was still relevant...

I try not to let things bother me. But I feel like it’s especially hard in this house with all of these people I hardly know. It was even harder because I was still sharing a room with Kyle. And he is probably the worst person I’ve ever met. He talks in his sleep. But he wouldn’t own up to that. Noooo, he’s too good for that.

The first night I realized he was talking in his sleep wasn’t too bad, mostly because it was him talking about stuff that happened before before a stupid zombie apocolyspe. But now it’s just annoying shit. I never get a moment alone anymore.

For a moment of privacy, I sat in the closet. It was just for a moment before the doors swung open and a woman my age sat down beside me.

“Zach wants to go to a stupid graveyard today,” Erica muttered as she sat down. I looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. “He wants to visit Beth’s stupid grave.”

“Beth’s his ex-girlfriend, right?” I asked, still unsure of who people were here. She nodded as she began picking at the loose threads on her pants. “You shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, Erica.”

“Okay, but when the dead start trying to kill me, then I’m going to talk ill of the dead.”

“That’s fair, I suppose,” I muttered as I looked at the floor in front of us. “It’s still not really safe to do that… Little weird.” I glanced back at Erica with a raised brow. She looked back at me and grimaced. I had nothing else to say, granted conversations between us didn’t last too long. We had nothing in common other than our grandmothers tried eating us, therefore we had to kill them. So what was the use of us talking? I knew a friendship would never grow between us.

With a resigned sigh, I stood up, leaving Erica in the closet alone. I ignored her bothersome questions as I walked away from her. I didn’t want to be around her, or really anyone. So I went to the safest place I could think of, hoping no one else would be there, my shared bedroom with Kyle.

Of course, it’d just be my luck that Kyle would also be there. He was sitting at his desk, wearing nothing by his boxers while he cleaned his gun. I just didn’t realize that till I had fully entered the room.

“What the fuck!? What are you doing?! Don’t you knock!?” he shouted as I entered the room more. I turned and looked at him, my eyes wide as I stared at him. “S-Stop staring! Are you crazy!?”

“Me crazy!? You’re the one cleaning your gun half naked!” I shouted as I gestured at his attire. I quickly threw a hand over my eyes as I blindly searched for the bed.

“It's how I relax!” He shouted back. Once my body finally touched the bed, I laid back, quickly throwing a pillow over my face. “Can you leave?”

“How come you get to relax but I don’t? Roommates remember?” I sat up and glared at him. He glared back at me, keeping his hands on his gun.

“It’s so funny to me that you were going to be a police officer?” I scoffed as I laid back. That seemed to strike a chord in him, causing him to stand and look at him.

“What? I didn’t tell-”

“You talk in your sleep,

“No I don’t, Kitten,” Kyle retorted. I stared at him for a moment, trying to comprehend what he just called me. Kitten? Really? Seriously? “If anyone talks in their sleep, it’s you.” He pointed at me. I smirked and shrugged.

“If you say so… Officer.” I grinned before reaching up to shut the lamp off. Kyle stayed sitting in the darkness. I could only imagine his face was beet red, and his knuckles were white as a ghost as he held his gun.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Kyle’s voice came through the mild darkness. I shrugged, even though he couldn’t see me.

“Taking a nap, Officer, because it’s how I relax.”

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It had to have been the middle of the night. I couldn’t be too sure. I just knew it was late at night, and Kyle’s whole entire body was clinging to mine as he talked.

“Someone’s gotta repopulate the world… Why… Why don’t you do it with me?” Kyle mumbled into my chest. I stiffened as his hands drifted all over my body. “You’re like the only feasible person to do it with.”

“Okay, first off, rude,” I muttered as I shoved his body off mine. It was impossible to keep him off me though, because the moment his body was away from mine, he knew, and instantly wrapped his arms back around me ten times harder than before. “Secondly, haven’t you heard of personal space,” I groaned as I laid perfectly still on my back. I finally just gave in and let him keep his arms around me. No use in fighting that.

“C’mon, Kitten,” he mused as he nuzzled his head into my chest more. I widened my eyes and looked down at him. “We’d make some pretty cute kids.”

I hate this so fucking much. And there was no way I was getting out of this. I just wish this was when I knew the weird sex dreams started...

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I laid perfectly still on the bed. The lights were off, and Kyle was perfectly asleep. I was envious of his sleep. The last time I had a peaceful night of rest was ages ago. The nightmares I had were awful, keeping me awake till dawn. But also, Kyle also talked in his sleep and always clung to me like his life depended on it.

I’d be lying if I said Kyle and I hadn’t gotten close. Even though part of me still hated him, the other part of me knew that he was probably the last person I had to be friends with, other than his mother and Erica.

With a deep groan, I shoved Kyle awake, nearly pushing him to the floor.

“What the hell was that for!?” he shouted from his spot on the ground beside the bed.

“You know when you talk in your sleep…” I spoke aloud. I kept my eyes on him as he glared at me.

“No I don’t,”

“You sure about that, Officer. How else would I know you wanted to be a cop?” I scoffed as I stood up off the bed. Kyle watched as I walked around the bed and stood at the foot of it.

“You… You read through my personal belongings.” He shot back as he stood to his feet.

“Y-You have a diary,” I stifled my laughter as I looked at him. Kyle glared at me again. “No, I only know that because you talk in your sleep. And at first it didn’t bother me too much because it was cute shit like being a police officer, or having a family and kids, and cute shit… But now… For the last week, Kyle, you have been having sex dreams. And I wake up to you clinging to me…” I lifted an accusing finger as I spoke. Kyle looked at me, waiting for me to continue my rant. Which was rather surprising because he hardly lets people finish their thoughts or rants before he interprets them. “Do you know how weird that is?! Having sex dreams about someone who’s just sleeping next to you?” I stared at him for a moment, trying to understand if he was going to say anything. “Whatever, I’m going to help Judy.” I scoffed before turning to leave the room.

“With what? It’s midnight!” He gestured to the dark window. Yeah, that was true. Judy was probably asleep. I just needed to get out of the room and let my frustrations be out instead of held in.

“With something!” I shouted at him.

“Kitten, wait,” Kyle started before grabbing my wrist and pulling me to face him. I spun around on my toes and looked right at him. I couldn’t help but feel annoyance grow on my face as I stared.

“Why do you call me that!?” I shouted at him. Kyle stayed silent as he stared up at me. I could see a certain confusion grow on his face as he tried to connect the dots to my question. “Kitten! Why do you call me that?! You’ve called me that since I got here.”

“Well… I…” Kyle paused for a moment. I watched as his mouth opened and closed a few times, and his jaw clenching momentarily. I stared at him, as he sat in thought for a very long time.

“Whatever,” I scoffed as I turned to leave again.

“Because you’re attractive…” He finally spoke after an eternity of silence. He looked up at me with a stilled face. “Because I’d fuck you,” he stated truthfully. I blinked, taking a step back before I stared at him.

“That’s a bit of a raunchy way to say you want to sleep with me.” I folded my arms over my chest. Kyle smirked before shrugging. “I’ve been sleeping with you for the last month.”

“You-You know what I meant,” he muttered as he approached me again. I stopped right in front of me, our toes just barely touching. “Well, do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Want to have sex with me?”

“You… You want to have sex… During the end of the world. Bit cliche don’t you think?” I was still taken aback that he just asked that. I’m still stuck in the argument we had less than 10 minutes ago. And now he wants to have sex with me?

“Well I wouldn’t say that it’s the end of the world. But that’s essentially what I’m saying… Yeah, I wanna have sex with you, during the end of the world.” Kyle shrugged as he looked at me.

“If you say so… Officer,” I whispered with a shrug. Kyle looked at me, his jaw stealing at my words. “Someone’s gotta repopulate the world.” I smirked at him. I could tell my words did something to him. It was obvious that he did indeed want someone to repopulate with. And I was the winner of that contest. Not that I’m complaining.

“Don’t… Don’t call me that,” he warned as he cornered me between his body and the bed. I took a deep breath as I looked at him, feeling my heart rate pick up in my chest. He still made it possible for me to escape if I wanted to. But, at this point, who says I wanted to escape?

“Why? D-Does it do something to you, Officer?” I whispered as I lifted my hands to his shirt. A small smirk grew across his lips as I smoothed out the wrinkleiness of the fabric against his torso. I could feel the semi toneness of his chest through the light fabric.

“You tell me yourself, Kitten,” he muttered before pressing his hips into mine. My breath was instantly knocked from my lungs as his bulge pressed into my legs. “Tell me now… If you want to stop…” he half growled into my mouth. I quickly shook my head as he pressed his groin into me more.

“P-Please,” I whispered before I pulled my lips between my teeth.

“Please what, Kitten?”

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered into his mouth. He looked down at me, a pleased smirk growing on his lips before he quickly pressed his mouth along my face and then down my jaw. It was impossible to stay down on earth the moment he began leaving little bites across my neck. A soft whimper fell from my lips as he pushed me back down on the bed.

“We gotta be quiet… My parents are in the next room over. Don’t want them hearing us,” he whispered into my ear as he quickly threw a hand over my mouth. I took a deep breath before he pressed his thumb over my nose. “You think you can do that for me, Kitten?” He kept his voice low, almost a growl as he spoke. With his other hand, he carefully pushed past my pajamas and cupped my pussy.

I wanted to nod, but I knew the nod would mean nothing the second I whimpered again. Kyle smirked as he slowly moved his fingers over my clothed sex. I don’t think I’d be able to be quiet...

It just got harder to stay quiet the second he started stroking my clit over my panties. He knew exactly what he was doing. Driving me nuts, that’s what. He could’ve gone slower, and I would’ve hated him for it… Or loved him. At this point they were both interchangeable.

I bit down so hard on my lips I was sure they’d bleed as he moved my underwear to the side. My lungs slowly grew a blaze, feeling a certain tightness in my chest as he slowly moved a finger between my folds, slowly pressing it into my entrance. A dark smirk grew across his lips as he withdrew his hand.

“I didn’t know a kitten could get so wet,” Kyle mused as looked at his glistening fingers. He quickly glanced at me, his smirk growing daker by the second. Then he carefully stuck his fingers between his lips, sucking on them for a brief moment. A soft whimper came from me, causing him to laugh. “She tastes good, too,” he hummed.

Kyle carefully dragged his hand down my side, tracing over my waist and hips, before diving back into my pants and underwear. He knew exactly what he was doing, on purposely making me make noises. Because the second he started stroking over my clit, I couldn’t stop any sound that came from my mouth, even with his hand over it.

“This is already better than any dream I had, Kitten,” he murmured in my ear. I swallowed roughly and nodded. He smirked as he gently pushed a finger into me, quickly followed by a second. “If you’re quiet I’ll move my hand.”

I hummed as I closed my eyes, my head lolling to the side. Kyle dragged his hand from my mouth, sliding it down to my chest. My lips stayed between my teeth, forcing myself to be quiet as he started massaging my breasts.

“D-Don’t stop, whatever you do… Please k-keep going,” I struggled to say as his movements hastened. His thumb carefully brushed against my clit, causing me to push my head back into the bed beneath me.

“You like this, don’t you?” Kyle laughed lightly. I could feel my chest lifting away from the bed the heavier my breath grew. “How long has it been since you’ve been touched like this? Since you’ve been used?”

“Kyle, Kyle, please,” I bit down on my lower lip. I brought one of my hands to rest over my mouth, while the other held his arm.

“I’d call you a desperate, but I’m the one having sex dreams of you.”

The funny thing is… I was desperate. Even though he was the one having the sex dreams, I was the one having the thoughts when I was awake. And a lot of the thoughts were hoping this would happen. Guess we’re bothing having dreams coming true.

It was only a matter of moments before I was finishing over his hand. My eyes stayed closed as I tried catching up with time. And in the few moments I had, Kyle had climbed off the bed and quickly undressed, leaving me still in my pajamas. I didn’t feel rushed, but I hated that I was still wearing clothes.

Once I had my moment of recollection, I sat up, peeling my shirt off and kicking my pants to the floor. I was too busy undressing to even notice that Kyle was staring at me, watching my quickness and excitement. But when I finally did sit back and look at him, he was watching me with a smirk on his lips.

I tried not to let my eyes linger on his body for too long. When I noticed his hard length, I couldn’t help but stare. Then he laughed, forcing me to look up at his face and swallow roughly.

“No, please, keep staring,” he muttered with a smirk. I slowly blinked before shaking my head, silently lifting my hand to him. I could feel my sudden neediness radiating off my body, surely Kyle could sense it from where he was standing.

When he didn’t move, I slowly moved my legs apart, making it so there was space for him to kneel comfortably. He smirked again before crawling onto the bed, coming right up to my face.

“Tell me, Kitten, how badly do you want this,” he whispered against my lips. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before nodding. “Use your words. I trust you know how. You were pretty vocal a few moments ago.”

“I don’t think you understand, Officer, how bad I need you,” I murmured as I looked up at him. The corner of his lips twitched at the nickname I had so lovingly given him. “Only you can help me.”

“Damn right I am,” he muttered before roughly pressing his lips to mine. I threw my arms around his neck as he moved so his length was pressing against me. My breathing stuttered slightly before I began gasping for air as he very slowly entered me.

Once he was fully sheathed in me, Kyle knelt straight up. I stared at him, watching as he hooked his arms under my knees. With that, he managed to press deeper into me, inciting a moan from me.

“More,” I tried to whisper as I looked up at him. His eyes locked with mine for a moment before rolling his hips into mine. He fell into a steady rhythm, hitting the right spots at just the right times.

Any conversation between us ceased to exist, leaving us with struggling moans and gasps for breath. My hands ran over my body, trying to relieve myself of something.

Kyle dropped one of my legs, bringing his hand to between my legs. My head fell back before rolling to rest against my shoulder, feeling the eventual relief in my abdomen.

“You feel so good, Kitten,” Kyle mumbled before dropping my other leg and coming back down to my face. I huffed out a breath of air before lifting a hand to his head. “Better than anything I could ever imagine,” he added before pressing his lips to mine. I hummed, pushing my fingers through his hair.

“I’m gon-gonna cum,” I whined before biting my teeth into his shoulder. Kyle ran his hands up my back before pulling me close.

“Yeah?” he groaned into my ear. I nodded as my breathing grew ragged. “Me too,” he added as his movements grew faulty. He pressed his forehead to mine, his heavy breath fanning across my skin. My eyes stayed glued to his.

“Do it, please do it,” I whimpered. Kyle’s eyes grew darker the moment the heaviness of my words hit him. I don’t think I was supposed to notice his brief pause, but I did. “I’m serious.”

“You know what-”

“God, Kyle, I know. I know what it’ll mean,” I cut him off, lifting my back up into his body. He looked at me for a brief moment before capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. I threw my arms around his neck, holding him close to me.

“If that’s what you want,” he moaned, his movements turning sloppy. I knew I wasn’t about to last long. “Someone’s gotta have my kid.”

“Let it be me then,” I cried out. My legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him in place. “Please.” My whole body tensed around his as my head fell back as I tried to keep quiet. Kyle looked down at me before putting his hand over my mouth. Then a warmth- that I didn’t realize that I missed- grew in my stomach.

Kyle fell, laying against my body. With that, we fell into silence. The only sound was our heavy breathing and the sounds of crickets outside. The silence was nice though.

“My mother better not find out about this,” Kyle said after an eternity. I laughed and shook my head.

“Then you better hope I don’t end up pregnant, because she’ll find out eventually,” I sighed deeply as I brought my hands to hold the back of his head. His body stiffened before he lifted his head to look down at me.

“I’ll tell her in the morning.”

“Well you don’t have to do that,” I laughed. He stared at me for a moment. “You tell her she’ll probably break us apart. And, well, like I said earlier… Someone’s gotta repopulate the world.”

“No, yeah, you’re right. She’d probably kill me if she found out we’re having sex,” he stated before trying to move away from me. “Actually I think she’d kill me then pray I come back to life for that kid.”

“I’m not living through someone trying to eat me twice.”

“I can change that,” he teased with a smile. I stared at him once I realized what he meant.

“Tomorrow night please. I’m so tired.”

“If you say so,” Kyle laughed before slipping out of the bed.

Some months after the apocalypse ended

“You look mighty dashing in that uniform, Officer.” I looked at Kyle as I smoothed out the few wrinkles in his shirt. I tried my hardest to hold the young boy in my arms the moment he became fussy.

“Don’t start that now. I can’t be late,” Kyle warned as he looked back at me. I smiled and shrugged.

I looked up at Kyle with a soft smile on my lips. Although our son was young, he tried to blindly reach out for his father, but failed as he was just out of the child’s reach. “Be safe out there,” I whispered before pressing my lips to his.

“Of course I will.”

“Good, because your little man will be pissed if he finds out you’re not coming home.” I smiled before kissing him again. “But I think I’ll be even more pissed than your kid.”

“Please. I’ll come home in one piece, with no bites.”

“You better, Officer.” I smirked again.

“Well since you asked so nicely,” Kyle scoffed before rolling his eyes. I smiled and nodded.

“Good luck out there. Judy’s making dinner so be home in a timely manner.”

“Okay, for real, I gotta go. See you later, Little Man.” Kyle smiled as he rubbed the top of his son’s head. I smiled before puckering my lips. “And I’ll be home before you know it.” He quickly pecked my lips. “Love you.”

“Yeah, yeah, love you too. See ya later.” I swung our son over to my other hip, resting him gently on my hip. I turned around and slowly walked back up to our home.

“It’s not too soon for another one, is it?!” He shouted from the end of the driveway. I turned and looked at him as I made it to the front door.

“If anything, we can practice!”

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zukka fics that live in my head rent free part two

i’m your man by @sifu-hotdamn status: complete (5k words) rating: mature pairing(s): sokka/zuko, haru/jet, mai/ty lee, aang/katara summary: He’s looking around the dressing room again for the first time since Sokka started talking to him, and notices that everyone else is wearing much less clothing than he is. Oh, fuck, did Ty Lee sign him up to do stand-up at one of those shows? Zuko inadvertently winds up doing stand-up at a drag club variety night. One of the drag kings takes an interest.

very wholesome and funny, drag king sokka is something that can be so personal

seven(teen) minutes in heaven by @bisexuallsokka status: complete (3k words) rating: teen and up pairing(s): sokka/zuko summary: The next thing he knew, the two of them were being shoved into the hall closet, Toph loudly declaring that their time had begun. It was official. For the next seven minutes, Sokka was to be trapped in the tiny space with the man he was hopelessly in love with, the implications of the situation hanging over his head heavily.

this fic makes me want to scream (in a good way)

The Teacher Trap by miyuki_scourgeofthefirenation status: complete (4k words) rating: general audiences pairing(s): sokka/zuko summary: Ba Sing Se High School. Zuko’s the Drama teacher. Sokka’s the Physics teacher. The students are trying to set them up.

this fic. what a concept. cute af

i put a spell on you by nights status: complete (5k words) rating: explicit pairing(s): sokka/zuko summary: Zuko throws a masquerade ball, and then starts getting ideas. Sokka's game for pretty much anything his fiancé thinks up.

i think about this one often, it’s spicy (mind the rating and tags)

(hope that i’m able to be) all that you need by @zukosadragon-ace status: complete (9k words) pairing(s): sokka/zuko, mai/ty lee summary: Zuko’s struggle with being gay and asexual, as examined through the lens of his various relationships through the years.

this!! ace zuko is so important 

teeth by theycallmesuperboy status: complete (4k words) rating: explicit pairing(s): sokka/zuko summary: So Zuko was a vampire. It’s no big deal, Sokka’s last girlfriend was a ghost. He can get behind a few (love) bites.

i am very gay for gay vampires (mind the rating and tags)

i (ori)gami eyes on you by aiyah status: complete (5k words) rating: teen and up pairing(s): sokka/zuko summary: Senbazuru—fold a thousand cranes, and your wish will come true. Zuko thinks the story is a load of nonsense until he finds himself mountain folding in to Sokka’s every move.

this fic is so cute!! as someone who’s attempted the fabled 1000 paper cranes, this hit different

rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky by @paintedpatroclus status: complete (12k words) rating: teen and up pairing(s): sokka/zuko summary: Zuko did not anticipate the first day of school jitters to lead to this. No, really, he didn't.

y’all. kindergarten teacher sokka. single dad zuko. you do the math. i love it here

now that i see you by @bisexuallsokka status: complete (49k words) rating: teen and up pairing(s): sokka/zuko, aang/katara summary: “As Zuko watched the lanterns light up those dark nights, he found it hard to believe that a world with such beauty and life could also be the one of danger and destruction his father so frequently warned him about. He hoped, more than anything, that one day he could see it for himself. “And now, here is where I come in…” (or, a Zukka Tangled AU)

i have so many feelings about this fic. i love it so much. zukka and tangled are among my favorite things and i appreciate the hell out of the existence of this fic (jo bless ur entire soul)

spirits help us, there’s two of them by hopepunk status: complete (4k words) rating: general audiences pairing(s): sokka/zuko summary: Sokka and Zuko are both weird guys. Fortunately, they're the same kind of weird as each other.

i read this ages ago but the concept of “meatsword night” still makes me laugh. i love these goofs

 once bitten, never shy by @stupidbihours status: complete (8k words) rating: explicit pairing(s): sokka/zuko, mai/suki/ty lee, aang/katara summary: Sokka and Zuko have been roommates for a while. There’s nothing out of the ordinary about them, if you disregard the fact that Sokka has been alive for longer than the United States has been a country. One would expect such an ancient being to be wise, but no, he’s just a hot jackass, much to Zuko’s dismay.

something about vampire nightclubs just... hits different. there’s something so personal about vampire sokka (mind the rating and tags)

that’s about it for now! enjoy!!