#that was one of the scariest experiences of my life hands down

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have any of u guys ever gotten way too high and experienced a psychotic episode.......

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‘ #KNOCK(HER)OUT ! ’

ᡴꪫ‎ sum. you get more than what you bargained for by getting involved with two boxers—two boxers that can’t keep their hands off the pretty new journalist. what happens in the ring stays in the ring though…. right?

wc. 5.7k

warnings. fem! reader x t. fushiguro & s. ryōmen, boxer!au, thrēesome, manhandling, unprotected, semi public, size kink, ōral (f & m receiving), head lock, spīt, sqūirting, they fight over you, brēeding, fīngering, implied multiple ōrgasms, nipple play.

an. based on this ask, haven’t recovered since :,)

sukuna ryōmen and toji fushiguro. . .

the talk of the town. top most infamous boxers of your city, they were supposedly rivals but ended up becoming super close friends. 'friends' was probably a stretch. acquaintances was probably a far better word to describe the two. there was hardly anyone that didn’t tune into your detailed magazines about them—your occupation? a journalist. you’d be the first to write about their fights, their strengths, weaknesses, their total wins & losses, and even a few unnecessary things like their love life. you were new, but you were good. always in the front row, you’d watch them spar against some of the most scariest opponents imaginable. something about guys taking it out in the ring right before your eyes got your panties in a twist. how unprofessional..

you only did it for the money, the publicity— a lot of people adored your skill to make such stories so interesting. between toji and sukuna, they were almost always compared, and oh did they hate it. ex rivals continuously pinned against each other, it’d piss anyone off. although, you were in dire need for a new story topic to write and you just so happen to stumble into their private gym.

“yo,” a rough sly yet cunning voice mutters, and it’s so deep—you recognize it from anywhere, toji fushiguro in the flesh. “are ya lost? no fuckin’ autographs.”

“don’t be rude, ‘toj,” and your eyes avert towards sukuna— he’s a few inches taller and your eyes roam at them both. they had droplets of sweat racing down their washboard abs, scars coating their skin with ruffled hair as if they’d just finished a match. sukuna drags his feet towards you before his eyes light up. “ohh, i know you,” he snickers, grabbing your notepad before nudging his friend. “she’s our little journalist toji. and she’s a damn fine one too..”

“. . . uh,” was all you could make out, feeling a sudden tightness in your stomach. your eyes continue to stare, your lewd thoughts only become more and more vulgar. seconds pass before you realize sukuna took your notebook, toji pauses his sets to get a good look at you. “i thought this was the ladies' room.”

“girl bye,” toji grumbles with two hands buried into his shorts pockets— he reads right through you as if you were some sort of exposed novel. people said he was a lot sassier in person but you didn’t think it’d actually be true. green dark eyes linger onto you for a long time before he stretches, leaning down to get a good glimpse at your figure. “did you come here just to stare or what?”

you were taken aback at how blunt he was.

a coy grin appears on his lips as he watches you struggle to formulate a good enough response.

you were nosy, you were really really nosy. for once, perhaps you didn’t wanna just jot down things about these two— just maybe, just maybe . . you wanted a hands-on experience.

“i… needed new material for my article before the next match starts,” you utter, squeezing your thighs together. sukuna tilts his head, eyeing you in a way that makes you feel hot. toji’s stare was ten times more intimate, darkened irises practically staring right into your soul—you knew this wasn’t the bathroom, you were lying. “i was hoping maybe you’d give me some uh . . inspo.”

they were both towering over you with height, you felt small—like an ant that was preparing itself to be crushed by a villainous shoe.

“inspiration, she says?” sukuna hums, his voice is low—raspy, an almost purr hiding underneath it before he moves closer towards you. “just tell us what you really want, princess.”

“nah don’t get all shy now,” toji chimes in once he sees you grow more sheepish. they both close in on you—you felt like you were trapped in a fever dream, you weren’t exactly complaining either. they smelled so good, a mixture of sultry sweat and a loud scent of heavy cologne that wafts throughout the entire training room. “you got our attention so spit it out, girl.”

“i— i want you both.” you finally mutter after seven long consecutive seconds. with the way toji’s staring right through you, you felt like your stomach sank between your legs - your legs that were throbbing with nothing but mere arousal, again perhaps this was unprofessional. no, it was very unprofessional—but anyone would kill to be in your position, being sandwiched between the top two boxers of your city.

sukuna snickers. “both? what makes you think i’d wanna share with this bum?”

“shut up,” toji snarls, and the way his facial expressions tense a bit—so attractive. the headlines + press was right about toji, he was a lot more handsome in person. he was a fairly new boxer yet a pure lady's man. he’s had a plethora of fangirls while in the ring and maybe you were one of them. as he inches towards you with a hand softly gripping underneath your chin, he inhales. his entire facial structure, so chiseled—brief dark stubble coats the entirety lower half of his jaw and he rubs his left boxing glove against his left knee. “that really want you want? both of us?” and his voice softens. it’s a bit more pitchy and low, and he sneers. “on me, look at me when you reply too, girl.”

your lip gradually pulls down from his thumb playing against it. you felt so hot, the air suddenly felt thick.

a sudden lump gets caught in your throat before you mumble. “i want you both,” and your eyes meet the dark-haired boxer, simultaneously glancing at his attire— shirtless, boxing shorts on with his custom-made ‘fushiguro’ briefs wilting near the top—only showing the hem part. just a teensy detail like that was so enticing that you even spot a few parts of his exposing snatched waist. only after awhile you then abruptly snap out of your vulgar fantasm. “…please.”

“the real question is, pretty little journalist,” sukuna steps in, a hand stroking against your chin. you didn’t know where to even look. both boxers had their hands on you and the tightened squeezing between your plush thighs grew even more. “can you handle both?”

“yes.” you’d speak in a soft voice, most likely as of now you were probably speaking from between your legs—you didn’t care though, everyone’s a little delusional at some point. emphasis on a little in your case, because you had no idea what you were getting in to with these two.

toji snickers. “hm,” he mutters, eyes focusing on you for a long time before he raises his chin. “fine. let’s test your strength then,” and he briefly gazes at sukuna. “sukuna. we can take her ‘n the ring.”

and they mean it quite literally— taking you, the both of them versus you, except you weren’t relatively fighting.

not in that sense, but it was versus an opponent that was throbbing between your thighs.

the arena was empty, about a good hundred or more vacant blood-shot red seats scatter everywhere.

inside the ring, it was a mere raised platform, guided and shaped by strong stringy ropes that were yanking between poles at each side and corner. you lay on the spongy canvas of the ring’s floor before biting back a moan.

“scared yet?” sukuna hums, and he props himself right between your legs. this was risky—entirely risky, anyone could just walk in. besides, you were pretty sure they had a match in about a good forty-five minutes. with sprawled-out legs, he moved closer before dragging a thumb down your panties. his voice was a bit deeper than toji’s, they both shared the same amount of rasp.

sukuna had the charm, toji had the suaveness.

you shake your head, feeling yourself grow even hotter the more he stalls time. it feels warm, the entire air around you is humidly thick and you whine as he teasingly bites your panties. not enough to pierce his teeth into your folds, but he bites near the fabric—you watch, the string of your underwear slowly dragging with him. yet, you can’t help but glance at toji who’s just standing there—arms crossed and that same scowl that stuck against his face. “mhm,” he jibes, eyes flickering towards toji. “toji. she’s looking at you.”

“i know she fuckin’ is,” he grumbles, and your head tilts upward. you’re face first with his bulge that was right against your face. talk about space, it was right there. such a big bulge, who were you even kidding though—you found yourself gawking at his bulge at every match he had. with the skin-tight shorts he’d worn, you just knew he was nothing more than a packer. “nosy girl. y’er mouth bored or somethin’?” and he watches your hands paw at the hem of his tucked-out briefs. “need a bit of throat training, huh?”

sukuna’s playing with your panties still. by now, he’s peeling them towards the crevices of your thighs and you whine whilst you feel a thumb of his drag down your honeyed slit. sopping wet, just a three-second stare and he was suddenly esurient.

“look at me, not him,” toji lightly turns your head to face back up to him again. his bulge, his damn bulge that was right up against you. you nod, feeling your mouth dry—you wanted your throat to be filled, it wasn’t even a question. toji gruffs lowly, moving your chin side to side. “huuuh? girl, i don’t speak silence. thought i told ya how to use those words when you speak.”

“i- i wanna suck you off, ‘toj,” and you get cut off once he pulls his boxing shorts down halfway, bringing your face close to his briefs. you’re taken by surprise once he makes you rub your face against his hardened bulge—you moan, as if on instinct, your tongue lolls out just to taste him. even if it’s just the clothed fabric protecting his actual cock, it was something.

he scoffs. “y’er a nasty girl, huh,” he mumbles, peering down to see sukuna starting to lick against your cunt. your legs quaver upon impact and you slump back against the corner of the ring. “can’t wait, yeah. want me to train this empty throat? maybe it’ll make ya a better journalist, nosy ass.”

you’d almost laugh at his little side remark if it wasn’t for sukuna’s tongue lapping against your slick entrance. your lips part as you lean back, a hand going through his hair. “mphm,” he grunts, one hand squeezing the right part of your thigh. “sweetest taste i’ve had in a . . . looong while.” and he’s so sloppy, not even a few seconds pass before he’s already slurping. your panties were lazily shoved to the side and that’s when toji hauls down his briefs.

you gulp, damn.

he wasn’t just big, he was huge…

your mouth starts to salivate the more you stared at the swollen shaft. toji was a big guy . . hence meaning, toji he was a thick guy.

staggering height and a fat base to back it up, he had about two veins running down the side. his tip was a reddish pink, you could already taste him throbbing in your mouth. toji was quite well shaved a bit— though, it was a few specks of black hairs scattered everywhere. however, his happy trail was so pleasing to look. it roams all down his sculpted body, he sighs once you slowly wrap a hand around his cock.

“spit the fuck on it.”

five words and you didn’t hesitate to roll out your pink tongue once more.

you gather a good amount before watching it coat against his pink sweet tip. he groans, watching your hand stroke him a bit. he was so big, so fucking big that you could barely wrap your entire hand around his dick. toji groans, watching you make a total mess out of yourself. pretty glossy lips, pretty glossy lips that would soon be wrapped around his hefty length.

once you get it wet enough, you gently move your mouth onto him. he hisses, the warmth of your throat has his abs clenching.

“m-mhm,” you’d moan out, though your words were purely muffled. sukuna’s sucking on your clit, occasionally nipping and nibbling on it just to make you squirm even more. it was cute— the way your legs could barely hold still, so this was your weak spot. it’s what he thought to himself, lapping his tongue against your slick entrance. brief kisses coat near your folds before he maneuvers such circles against your pussy. feeling his canines nip against your folds every few seconds had you feral in the best way possible.

“y’er makin’ her squirm all over, ‘kuna,” toji lowly chuckles, such baritone in his voice that it makes you soak even more. you didn’t even know how it was possible with the way you were just profusely dripping like a faucet. not even—you put faucets to shame with how slick you were, quickly coating the lower part of sukuna’s chin with your syrupy taste. “open that mouth a ‘lil more, yeah . . . yeah,” and he tilts your head back a bit, prying your mouth open some more. he starts to slowly sink his cock in, so slow. the pace was incredibly tantalizing, your tongue runs against his slit before he pushed more inches inside. “fuckkk, girl,” he continues to grunt out, knees already starting to buckle. the way you took him in, hollow cheeks all puffed, you were already starting to drool a bit. small amounts of your saliva trickle past the corners of your lips as he goes deeper and deeper. deeper until his tip ends up mashing against your uvula and you gag.

“. . ooooh,” he hums, and just a simple noise as that was so seductive. “good…. good,” he swallows, a hand digging through your hair before maintaining a good grip against it. “now . . let’s test this pretty throat’s durability, hm.”

your little nod makes his sly smile widen, your jaw hangs and he starts to gradually piston his hips. such a mess, he was just so big that you were surprised all of it even fit.

“alllll the way down, shit,” your head starts to move, bobbling as your tongue swiftly running against his pulsating head. he gnashes his teeth together, dim eyes flickering towards your hands. you were feeling hot yourself so you made a cute attempt at reaching between your legs. doing so only greets you to a soft concise smack.

“hands to yourself, silly girl,” sukuna grumbles, and this time he grabs your wrist. he simpers, watching you try to even still rub one out but with his grip, you weren’t getting anywhere. as your mouth was occupied with such inches, you whimper once you feel sukuna spank your cunt a few times. “don’t touch my pussy.”

one turns into two, then three, then four. . .

your pretty cunt starts to become his new obsession—the way you’d squelch for him so easily, he gets hard in his boxers. so wet, he knows the layout as if he’s so used to doing this. you wouldn’t be surprised, especially with a tongue like he had. lapping left and right, he parts your legs just a bit farther before the tip of his tongue swirls all around it. he lays it flat, getting a good enough taste before giving it yet another mean spank.

you whimper, feeling your tummy cave in before toji makes you face him once more. “eyes up here, eyes on me,” and he sounds almost jealous the more you focus your attention strictly on his boxer acquaintance. you’re still stroking him, a thumb sliding down a vein that prods alongside his shaft and he groans. your throat, so warm that he starts to feel his right thigh bounce. “should be . . usin’ this throat for shit like this instead of running that mouth.” his voice pitches lower, boxer shorts pulled down and his hair was slightly ruffled. you stare up at toji and he gives you that same cunning smirk. oh, you were soaked. again, this simply felt like a fever dream. even if at the slightest chance that you were dreaming, you never wanted to wake up.

toji’s quite talkative throughout the entire thing, sukuna’s dragging you further and further onto your incoming release and your legs start to rapidly shake even more. you whine and mewl out such sweetened moans, occasionally coming back up for air as you kept his cock warm in your mouth. each time it hits the roof of your mouth, you let off a straddled noise and he finds it so cute, so filthy.

“relax y’er throat, girl,” he mutters, a firm grip on your scalp. with glossy eyes, you follow his words and you stop gagging a bit. he grunts, getting hard every time your pretty eyes make direct contact with him. “such a pretty girl when you listen.” and his tone gets a bit more sensual, more tender.

you whine, feeling sukuna insert a single finger inside of you—you swallow his digit almost immediately and you cringe at hearing your own salaciously lewd squelches.

soaking, sopping wet,

three perfect words to describe between your legs, you choke out a moan once you feel that sensation brew right up inside your stomach. steadily, it was coming closer and closer. you’re breathing through your nose—feeling a few of his pubic hairs tickle against you. you’re moaning, eyes becoming half-lidded and droopy. toji had a mere pout stretching against his face and he felt himself coming close too.

the icing on the cake was your tongue, the way you swirl and slide it against his frenulum—he groans out a low grunt that rings throughout the arena. it reverberates, it's raspy and it only makes you even more aroused. “s-shit, you close too?”

you nod, and toji jeers, finding it amusing to taunt with you as you’re about to reach your inevitable peak. “yeah? gonna make a mess on ‘kuna’s face?”

“told ya don’t call me that,” sukuna grouses, resuming to pump not one but two fingers into you now—you’re almost there. it’s a hot feeling stirring up near your lower abdomen, a pool of it. your eyes start to roll, still slobbering down toji’s cock before he starts to thrust and thrust into your mouth.

“make me.” toji stared at him—and the both of them grew quiet before laughing with each other.

idiots.

your maw opens just a bit wider, and he’s shoving himself in and out of your tight throat—the noises that follow are so lewd, he finds you so pretty like this. mascara all smeared and runny, your hand continues to wrap around his length—his sagged base, so full. you start to salivate again, imagining what his taste was like. you craved it like you crave sweets, sukuna’s tongue running against your clit only made things far more intense before you start to convulse.

“f-fuckkk, ‘m gonna cum,” toji rasps, tilting your head back a bit more. you stare at him, tongue still grazing against the pulsing slit before after a few more pumps—he shoots a nice velvety load into your mouth. he grunts lowly, nostrils flaring up, jaw tightening and all. “. . damn,” he swallows, allowing himself to slow down. you end up finishing around the same time, costing sukuna’s mouth with a honeyed amount of your slick and he hums. you whimper, legs barely able to hold themselves up before you feel toji’s dick pour the remnants of his cum flat on your tongue. “nah, don’t fuckin’ swallow yet. stick it out, lemme see that shit.”

your legs felt like they were about to fall off, sukuna’s kissing near your now swollen entrance and you slowly loll out your tongue. obeying, you didn’t exactly swallow yet and he hums. “best savor that shit,” he groans, giving his veiny cock a few subtle strokes before he smacks his angry tip against your tongue. “and where’s my thank you for the meal, baby?”

“t—thwak y—you toji,” you speak, barely coherent with his seed splattered all on your tongue. you didn’t wanna spill any, and if you did—you didn’t wanna stick around to find out his reaction.

“yeah,” he huffs. “you can swallow now. get every drop in.”

sukuna moves towards you, you’re still laid on the ring’s mat before he softly wraps a hand around your throat. “hey. don’t let this bastard have all the fun, i want a taste too,” and you're taken by surprise once he pulls you into a deep steamy kiss. you moan, feeling him quite literally take your breath away. your tongue drags against sukuna’s chin, the bitterness. a concoction mixture of your saliva and his mixes, and you whine once he snakes a hand up your blazer. you taste yourself on his tongue and it’s so dirty, hot breaths mash against each other, teeth gnashing, and only then do you feel his cunning smirk.

“no one told you to hog her,” toji grumbles, pulling you back towards him. you briefly gasp for air and they both stare at each other, then you. “tell me, baby. who’d you think win in a fight? me or this . . . thing.”

sukuna glares.

“i don’t … know,” you pant out, heaving from your current orgasm—so cute, yet you only wanted more. from kissing sukuna to having your throat entirely filled, you didn’t know which was better. “can we finish?”

“aw, is someone impatient?” sukuna titters, and you stare at his glistening body—beads of sweat race down his precious v-line, the ideal body for a boxer. you just couldn’t stop staring at his pecs, so chiseled. you even thought his pictures were edited, but seeing them up close . . you wanted him, you wanted both of them. “hm. how ‘bout this? we teach you a few ah, moves. full nelson to start, ‘s pretty easy.”

easy, sure.

with it all being easy, you’d least expect to be put into a full nelson position. a mere popular wrestling position, although you’d be performing it with no one other than sukuna.

he’d have you slump back against him, hooking both arms underneath your thighs as you’re taking such mean thrusts from him. time and time again, you’re spasming out. mouth all open, saliva running down the very corners of your lips before you moan. “s—sukuna, oh my godddd,” and you glance up at toji who’s got a cute pout, stroking himself. you lost count of the time, it’s probably been about a good thirty-three minutes by now, thirty plus minutes of various teeth shattering orgasms. your head hits back against him and each time his tip smacks against your cervix, you short circuit. “fuck, fuck, right there, hit it thereee.”

“you coachin’ me how to fuck, dumb girl?” he chortles with a groan shortly following—he was so deep, the heftiness of his base taps against you each time you bounce back against his cock. he sucks his teeth, the way you easily took him had him groaning all up against your ear. “gotta get a little more stretchy, we gotta . . hah, work on your flexibility too, huh.”

“sukuna hurry the fuck up. watching you fuck my girl ‘s boring as shit,” toji grouses, pumping his cock into his fist every few seconds—you stare and he’s so needy, you could tell. his scowl he had earlier forms into a cute pout, dark eyebrows furrowing together and he’s growing impatient.

you caught that though. ‘my’ girl.

who would have thought toji . . the womanizing boxer who’s never had time for any woman throughout his career would start batting for you?

“your girl?” sukuna snickers, resuming to hold your legs up a bit further. he reaches so deep, that your stomach starts to seize and your maw drops. hooded eyes, your lashes flutter and you felt continuous strained breaths get yanked from your lungs. “your girl yet she’s gettin’ fucked by me? the better boxer?”

toji snarls, and he kneels to kiss you. you moan, barely able to return the gesture since you were in the midst of taking sukuna. with being gifted with such sharp thrusts, you dig your nails into his thighs before running tangling your tongue alongside toji’s. his breath was warm, you whine once you feel one of his hands stroke your cheek.

“aha, look at him. already whipped before me,” sukuna snickers, feeling you sink and gape around him—he stretched you out so good already, it was so relentless. each time you bounce back against his lap, the ringing in your ears grows louder and louder. he feels his dick twitch inside you. seeing you make out with toji irks him a bit before he spanks your ass—the recoil making him even more aroused than before. sukuna hums, seeing the current pout on toji’s face before nodding, “aw. toji wants a turn too, yeah? don’t ya . . big guy?” and he intakes a breath, your pussy constricting around his length as sukuna pulls you further to slam back and forth against him. you’re moving against him now as his dick jackhammers right into your gummy was. your mouth idly dangles with your tongue stil shamelessly lolled out. a raw moan rips from the back of your throat at the pure feeling of utter bliss.

so thick, so girthy—you gasp once you feel his fingers tend towards your neglected tits. toji shortly follows, a hand going between your thighs. your cunt was all stuffed of sukuna, feeding your swollen pussy was so many inches. “hngh, f-fuck, fuckkk,” you’d whine between wet, saturated kisses. toji purposely feels against your folds, all stuffed and sopping wet. he rubs a thumb against your slick entrance as your legs were just about to give out. “toji, m-more. need you to touch me more.”

“you don’t need shit, little girl,” he corrects you, squeezing your lips together before presses a kiss against it. you moan, your ass stinging every few seconds from the stings of sukuna’s palm making direct contact against your ass cheek. spank after spank, oh how he adores the jiggle. he could watch it all day, even in slow motion if he could. “such a cute thing though, had the nerve to say you thought our training room was the fuckin’ ladies' room.”

you cringe once he repeats that. the same ringing going through your ears once more. your ears perk, hearing sukuna’s raspy grunts against the shells of your lobes before you start to stammer, “toji, touch me.”

“i’ll touch this messy body when i wanna,” he gruffs, leaning to nip kisses near your neck. sukuna’s still holding you up—you’re like a rag doll, eyes goggling from the stretch before you start to feel it. not your orgasm, but something entirely different. it was a new type of pressure, sweet whiny moans emit out of you before you feel sukuna’s rude tip thrash against your g-spot again, and again, and again..

toji’s thumb softly strokes underneath your neck as he pulls you into a short kiss. you whimper, pulling away before spreading your legs a bit further.

“i— something’s coming, i f-feel tingly.”

sukuna roughly laughs against your ear, seemingly getting what you were implying. “yeah, gonna make another mess on us, princess? oh. i mean on me, heh?”

you shudder, your pussy feeling entirely stuffed and your eyes merely roll way back. he fit nice and snug, you bare around him before a whine drags out your throat. so deep, so so deep, you’re spasming—each relentless piston of his hips makes you whine louder. a feeling that was purely euphoric welts right against you, and you’re laid all back against sukuna’s bare chest, riding him in reverse. “c-choke me, ‘kuna, choke me, please.”

“want me to put you in a headlock, yeah,” he whispers to you in a rough low voice. you moan, feeling him lick against your earlobe before toji strokes your cheek. you could tell he wanted a turn too, the pout on his lips stretching even further. you’re nodding against him before your cunt gapes more. “sure. i’ll let you in on what my opponents feel, pretty girl.”

you moan, his voice was so low up against your ear, you’re about to cum. or were you, you swallow thickly despite having a sudden dry throat— voice all raspy and strained from moaning for such a duration that your head’s woozy. it feels too good, your thighs ache and quaver before you feel a beefy arm wrap around your neck. “upsie daisy, thereee we go,” and he scoots you on his lap just a bit farther. he’s buried to the hilt. you moan, toji pulling you into the nth kiss of the night, lips moving in pure tandem. just when you’re about to finish, you feel him rub against your stuffed cunt once more. yet that’s only when you decide to move your hands towards the boxers . . . nipples.

“t-the fuck,” he grunts in a hoarse tone, his voice was suddenly a bit shaky. it was cute—you couldn’t lie to yourself, you found yourself staring at toji’s chest way more often than you should. practically always shirtless, his pecs were huge. such pink swollen nipples, you slide a thumb against it and he shivers from your touch. “fuckin’ weirdo. ‘m sensitive there, s-shit.”

he doesn’t tell you to stop—instead, he grips your hair not so tightly but firmly. you look up at him, speaking in a tiny yet sheepish tone. “can— can i?”

“can ya what?” he grits, watching as sukuna continues to feed your cunt of his cock — you were just about to burst, you felt it and your toes clench and curl all up. so cute.

with a thumb still sliding against his pecs tenderly, you murmur. dilated pupils flicker towards his chest, then back up at him. “. . can,” you huff out in short breaths, tummy seizing, breathing hot and heavy. “can i suck on them?”

“no you can’t fuckin’ suck on them. what kinda question is tha—”

“toji, don’t be fuckin’ mean. you claim she’s your girl so let her suck your tits, big guy.” sukuna chimes in, releasing his soft grip against your neck. you gasp, leaning way back against him now. he was so warm pent up against you—you whimper out, sukuna leans against your ear and he starts to talk you through your incoming orgasm. “right? wanna make toji a little whiny bitch?”

“shut the fuck up,” he rasps, and his pecs literally stare at you—so beefy, you could have sworn they twitched. he groans, watching you give him such eyes before he inches closer towards you, bending down. “…….fine. whatever.”

still grinding against sukuna’s lap, you hold toji’s pecs before latching your tongue against it. his face scrunches up and it’s so cute, for whatever reason, the way your tongue curls against his perky nipples feels … good. awkwardly, he pulls your head closer towards his chest, eyeing closely as you briefly start to suck. as usual, you were so sloppy too—moaning up against his sensitive skin, rolling your tongue all against his nipple.

“nasty little g—girl,” he chokes out.

you glance up at him, parting your lips away before he makes you go back to tending to his tense nipples. “i didn’t tell you to stop. use y’er fuckin’ tongue some more. and stare at me while you do that . . . weird shit.”

toji’s voice significantly pitches and you’re so into it that you don’t even realize that before you know it, you end up squirting. everything comes at once, you’re pulsing with sukuna’s cock still twitching vigorously inside you and you whimper, mouth still sucking onto toji’s tits nipples. low laughter could be heard from behind you, and it’s all so much. your pussy was equivalent to a waterpark, gushing out all into sukuna’s lap. “fuckkk, princess,” he chortles, slowing down your hips and he ends up finishing a few seconds after you.

when he came inside, it came out quite a lot too. a hefty amount, it came out in ropes to where he paints the entirety of your womb. so warm from the inside, your tummy briefly caves in and your legs felt like mush.

“heh, did you just squirt?” sukuna points out, cock still twitching inside but he just lies still. you’re stretched out literally on the mat, seeing pure stars— the lights of the arena merely blinding you before you lie back against him. “a squirter and you’re tapping out already? aw boo. ‘n here i thought you could handle a few more rounds in the ring, princess.”

“i— i can,” you protest, parting your lips away from toji’s sheeny pecs. your lips were spit-glossed, he stared at you before squatting down to stare at the mess right between your legs. so messy, sukuna lifts you off of him and it just pours right down between your thighs. “i can go for more.”

toji hums, taking a quick three-second glance at his watch. “five fuckin’ minutes, ‘s all you’ll get with . . me,” and it’s cute because a mere pink forms on his face.

he’s still embarrassed from you sucking on his nipples that he tries to act all tough—but that only makes his tone quaver even more. “match’s gonna start soon. sukuna, let’s take her both.”

he snickers, pulling your shirt that was tucked underneath your blazer all the way up.

“both?” and sukuna lifts you to sit on top of toji, straddling him. you were being preparing to be overly stuffed with not one but two cocks. you fall face forward into toji’s broad chest, the coldness of his chain that wraps around his neck brushes against your skin before he helps you align yourself.

you moan, feeling sukuna get behind too—you gulp, toji’s fondling your breasts that almost poke out through your unbuttoned shirt whilst sukuna was behind. you’d be taking them both— one in each hole. “can you handle us both at the same time, pretty girl? toji’s known for his record of lasting a good ah . . . two solid rounds.”

toji glares, feeling himself start to open you up again. with his plump crownhead of his cock, he splits you open, and he is a tad thicker than sukuna—you moan, wrapping flimsy arms around him before sukuna enters from behind with toji focusing on the front. “shut up. you say that ‘n act like i won’t k.o. you right now.”

“oh yeah?” sukuna cavils, and you gasp, landing on the cold canvas with an 'oof' once the boxer lightly places you down. you pout—glancing up at the two of them who were having a face off at a time like this. sukuna already pulled out and they stared each other down before toji slyly smiles. “is that a fact?” and for a brief moment, he leers down at toji’s sheeny lips— the dark-haired boxer slides his tongue against his scar before humming.

“don’t play, you know it is,” he replies, giving you one ogle before turning back towards his rival. “y’know, ‘kuna. you sure talk a lot of shit but you couldn’t even pin me down if you tried.”

sukuna rasps lowly, inching closer before they were inches apart—you thought they were gonna kiss at this rate. oh, something like this would be such a good inspiration for the headlines.

“if you wanted my attention, should have said so,” sukuna sneers, rubbing his hand that was carefully wrapped up in a white bandage against his slim torso. “besides, i think we all know who can last more rounds.”

“did you two just forget about me—?” you furrow your eyebrows, literally still soaked and laid against the corner of the ring. they shoot you a glance before turning back towards each other.

toji scoffs back at sukuna, ignoring you. “prove it then. pin me the fuck down, hot shot.”

“bend the fuck over then, big guy. we’ll show the pretty journalist who’s gonna win this night’s match. round fuckin’ one.”

[draconic-desire]

Yan!Aventurine who is willing to risk it all to make you his. Don’t underestimate the scope of his reach; with his connections and money, you’ll never be out of his hands for long, no matter how far you may run. He won’t take you immediately—no, he plays the long game and makes you sweat until you have no choice but to take the gamble and face him yourself. How much does it take for you to go all in, sweetheart?

Yan!Dr. Ratio who subtly gets in your head, wearing you down bit by bit. He’s part of the Intelligentsia Guild for good reason; this man knows exactly how to calculate every scenario and predict every outcome. Coaxing you closer and closer under his wing is like an experiment—how far can he push you before you realize him for what he is, before it’s too late for you to ever escape? Only the next test will tell.

Yan!Sunday who constantly manipulates everything about your life, down to the very last detail, behind the scenes. This man is the very definition of gaslight gatekeep (girlboss). If you rebel one too many times, you best believe he’ll whisk you away to his dreamscape manor, locked in never ending puzzles until you’re begging for him and his company.

Yan!Gallagher who is anything but what he appears. It’s child’s play for him to get close to you. Need someone to talk to over a stiff drink? How about someone to carry walk you home after you’ve had one too many (or did it taste a bit sweeter than the usual drinks he mixes for you?). Little do you know he’s been accumulating tidbits of all the things you like in a partner—he can be everything you’ve ever wanted, after all. Even if you have no choice.

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My personal vote is for Sunday. After seeing his (spoiler alert) huge mansion and the miniature Penacony park in the 2.1 patch, I immediately (like many others) thought about how he’s used that dreamscape to his advantage. Gallagher is a close second…for obvious reasons if you’ve played 2.1.

[mommypieck]

𑄽୧ glory hole with eren & jean𔓘 ᰍ

kinktober day 31: who's pussy is this!!!

✿ eren yeager x reader x jean kirstein

✿ warnings: sex clubs, p in v, glory hole, eren & jean treat u like a pocket pussy

The music in the club is loud, and you have to talk loudly to even hear one another. Eren and Jean laugh in their booth, watching a new dancer struggle on the stage.

She's cute, her small body moving in adorable ways, but they both know she's inexperienced. They have seen all of the good dancers in this club, bending their bodies in a way they didn't think was possible.

"What are my regulars doing here?" a familiar voice interrupts their entertainment. They notice Connie, the owner, standing by their boot with a sly smile. They both fist-bump him, just like they used to do in high school. Connie has always wanted to own a club, and he knew that once he had it, his friends would be coming in every week.

"We installed something new last week," Connie tells both of the men. Jean's eyebrows shoot up while Eren asks Connie what's the new thing. Their friend just smiles, telling them to go look into the basement.

"No way, man. I don't wanna get murdered." Jean huffs, he's scared of the basement. Connie once took him in, and it was the scariest experience in his life, talking about the amount of spider webs.

"If you go, you're not going to regret it," Connie says. Some girl comes up to him, wrapping herself around Connie's body. He smiles at her, kissing the top of her breast.

"I'm busy." he mouths at them before letting himself be taken to the side by the foreign girl.

"Man, I really wanna see the basement," Eren says, drowning the rest of his whiskey. Connie is a smart man when it comes to sex stuff, and he wants to know what he came up with. Maybe he installed some toys that fuck girls in front of people.

Jean groans in disapproval but decides to give it a shot. He quickly swallows his glass, the burning liquor always bringing tears to his eyes.

They both stand up, and Eren leads the way to the basement. It's a lot tidier than before, and there are even posters on the way down. There's only one door unlocked, probably the door the surprise is in.

They stare with wide eyes at a hole in the wall. There's a sign next to it saying 'fuck here'.

"He's not normal," Jean exclaims. They both know what it is. Connie installed a glory hole just for the two of them.

"Is anyone inside?" Eren calls out, making Jean punch him in the arm. Eren chuckles at his joke, it was a good one, wasn't it?

"You're a dumbass." Jean scolds him, coming closer to examine the hole.

The first thing he notices is a pussy peeking through the hole. It's a pretty pussy, all pink with a cute clit between juice pussy lips. It seems like it's already wet. He brushes his fingers against the folds, noting that it's already wet.

You jump when someone touches your pussy. You heard what seemed like two men come into the room. Connie promised that they were his friends and they needed some fun. You volunteer to work in his club, loving sex too much.

Another hand caresses your slit, this hand is rougher than the first one. The first one was rough but delicate at the same time. He was being gentle with you, but on the other hand, had one goal - to make you fall apart.

"Who's gonna fuck her first?" you hear one voice ask, you aren't sure about which hand belongs to that owner.

"You really wanna fuck her?" the other voice asks, the other person is more hesitant. Maybe he doesn't wanna fuck you, even though you want to be fucked.

"Yes, I do, jean. It's a free pussy." you hear one of them chuckle. You hear the guy unbuckle his belt, and you almost shake him in anticipation.

You're nervous, this is something you wanted for so long. sweat rises on your forehead as you finally see a dick poking through the hole. It's so close, but still so far.

His tip rubs against your opening, carefully pushing inside of you.

"Shit, she's too tight." Eren moans, sinking the rest of his cock inside of your pussy. He never had a pussy this tight in his entire life. You're sucking him right in. He feels bad that he can't see the owner of this delicious pussy. His arms brace on the wall separating you from him and Jean. Sweet little moans leave your mouth with every thrust he makes, making Eren laugh.

"She's a moaner." he mocks you, deepening his thrusts. He's pretty sure you can take a lot more than what he has to give you, but he's trying to be generous with you.

"Fuck, I won't be able to last long." he moans, speeding his thrusts so he can catch his orgasm. He doesn't care that you won't cum, you're only a hole for him.

You know he's about to cum, and you try to clench down on his cock even more. He has a nice cock, big enough to satisfy you. You yelp when his hot cum fills your body. You just wish you could see how much leaks out.

"You stretched her out too much for me." Jean rolls his eyes, showing Eren to the side so he can take his place. A slutty moan rips through him when he pushes himself all the way in. It's tight, unbelievably tight. You just took a big cock, but your pussy feels like a virgin's.

"She's good, isn't she?" Eren smirks, his cock hardening again as he watches his best friend pump his cock inside of you. Jean can only nod, your pussy left him speechless.

Connie is a dumbass, but something he has fucking good ideas.

Your body moves up and down with every stroke of his cock. This one is different, he's slower, but he makes sure to hit your insides as deep as possible. He's also a bit fatter than the first cock. You just wish it's the "gentle hands' s" dick.

You feel yourself being slowly tipped over the edge of your high. You cum around his cock, squeezing even tighter. It catches him off guard, and he can do nothing else then cum right inside of you.

"What was that?" he breathes as he tries to get over the orgasm he just had. Eren laughs next to him, "Seems like you made our fuck doll cum."

Both men dress themselves up again, fixing their appearance before going upstairs to the club.

Connie is already waiting for them with a girl wrapped around his body. He wears a cheeky smile.

"You look like you enjoyed it," he says, making you stand in front of him before wrapping his arms around your middle and putting his chin on your shoulder, "Y/n here sure had a lot of fun with you too."

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[milaisreading]

Meet the boyfriend

Pairing: Leonardo Luna x Itoshi sister!Yn

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Yn is here like 24 or 25 years old. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

"Leonardo Luna!!" The blonde flinched from his spot on the couch. (Y/n) wasn't one to yell at him, or anyone as far as he could remember, but when she did it was the scariest experience in his life.

"Yes?" He smiled nervously as (Y/n) walked into the living room, looking pissed at the Spaniard.

"What time is it?" She asked as Luna looked at his phone.

"Like, 10 in the morning."

"And you didn't bother waking me up? You said you would. We are supposed to meet Sae and Rin in an hour."

"In my defense I tried to wake you up, but you sleep like a rock. I tried waking you up for 20 minutes and then gave up." Luna said, raising his arms defensively as (Y/n) stared at him for a moment and growing flustered by his words. She did believe him that one, her parents and brothers did tell her the same thing in the past.

"I am sorry for yelling at you like that. I am just stressed." (Y/n) sighed in defeat as Luna pulled her down to the couch, hugging her right after.

"What's wrong, mi vida? You are never like this?" Came his worried response right after. (Y/n) kept quiet for a moment, unsure how to formulate her thoughts the best. This meeting was very important to her, after all, her brothers are very protective of her, even if they were younger.

"It's just that this whole you meeting my brothers thing is stressing me out. You guys aren't on the best terms, and I fear how Rin might react. Sae might take it better  but I don't think he will try to calm Rin down-"

Before she could continue her ramble, Luna moved closer and kissed her. This surprised her, but she quickly recovered and kissed him back. The two parted after a minute and Luna gave her a warm smile, pulling her into a hug.

"It will be alright. I love you,and you love me. Whatever the two say won't bother me much."

"It won't?" (Y/n) hummed as Luna chuckled a little.

"I play football for a living. I hear insults on the field and critics all the time. Don't worry. But, I doubt they will say much, at least not in front of you." The older Itoshi moved away from the Spaniard, confused by his statement. But, just before she could answer the question, Luna decided to answer it for her.

"They love you, a lot. So I doubt they will say anything that might upset you, in front of you. I think the lunch will go well." Luna said simply, but it didn't help her at all.

"But they will still insult you when I am not there-"

"As I said, I heard worse on the field."

"How are you so relaxed?" She mumbled, pinching Luna's cheek as the blonde laughed.

By the time the two arrived at the restaurant, they were late by a good 20 minutes. Although Luna reassured her that everything will go well, her nerves were still all over the place. Sensing her uneasiness, Luna gave her hand a gentle squeeze, causing the girl to smile at him before looking for her brothers.

'It will go well.' She took a deep breath as she finally found the 2 sitting in a corner.

"Leo, I found them."

"Let's go then." He said casually as he finally spotted the younger two, pulling (Y/n) towards them. 

"Sae, Rin, sorry for being late." (Y/n) finally spoke up as they approached their table.

"It's ok, big sis. We just came here as well-" Sae stopped talking as his eyes landed on Luna's form, then they fell onto their hands. Rin, who needed a good minute to connect the dots cleared his throat and spoke up.

"So, this is the guy you are seeing?" He asked coldly, causing (Y/n) to flinch and Luna to chuckle a little.

"S-surprise." She stuttered out as Luna kissed her cheek.

"Leo." (Y/n) looked at him in shock as her brothers yelled at him.

"Hands off!"

"Don't kiss her so casually."

'Most awkward lunch...' (Y/n) thought as she looked at their glaring figures.

[eviesaurusrex]

“ᴍʏ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜ.” | ʙ. ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ

GIFs not mine!

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

summary: Bucky’s girl has to get her wisdom teeth removed, and he would go to all lengths to protect her from that experience—but he has to deal with the aftermath and takes care of her in the best possible ways.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mentions of blood and surgical environment, mentions of pain and panic, Bucky being overprotective, mentions of his nightmares/night terrors, mentions of teeth removal, but overall more fluff than angst!

author’s note: This is entirely self-indulgence on my behalf bc I got mine removed on Tuesday, and it was probably the scariest experience I ever had in a doctor’s office. So, I need to imagine Bucky would be there and worry about me and take care of me.

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He sat in the hallway, forearms resting on his knees, of which one bounced rapidly to ease the need to jump up and walk straight into that room. Steve was right next to him—Bucky suspected that YN had asked him to sit down with him, just in case—and he was thankful for his best friend’s company because the sounds he could pick up in the distance almost drove him mad.

Bucky knew that Steve probably heard them more clearly, but the faint sounds were already enough for him to want to jump up and save his girl from the excruciating fear she now had to face in there. She sounded like an injured and scared animal, and he could hear her sobs traveling to his ears—it reminded him so much of the sounds he woke himself with night after night, the panic all-consuming, and only her tender touches could pull him back out of the memories. Listening to YN making those exact same noises almost broke his heart to a million pieces.

“Why can’t they just put her under,” he mumbled angrily, hands pushing through his now short hair, which YN had cut for him during a sunny but lazy Saturday morning. Steve softly patted his shoulder. “You know her body would burn through the anesthesia faster than they could work, and they can’t use the stuff Bruce developed because she tends to get high blood pressure from it.” Steve tried everything to get through to Bucky, to console him, to make him understand that this was the only option—and that everything would be alright. “She will push through it. They gave her something to calm down, and she doesn’t feel any pain.” His words seemed like a joke as another sobbing moan was heard by the two super soldiers. “Doesn’t sound like it,” Bucky mumbled, face buried in his hands.

The blonde man sighed deeply before speaking up again. “Friday?” The AI instantly woke to life. “Yes, Captain Rogers?” He threw a look at his friend before asking the question. “How is YN holding up in there?” They had to wait a few seconds before Friday spoke again. “Agent LN‘s blood pressure is slightly elevated, but Doctor Hilton just said they would be done in only a couple of minutes. The last tooth is rotated, and he needs a bit longer to remove it than he did for the previous three. I will notify you when they are done.”

Bucky slumped back against the wall behind him, releasing the held breath in a deep sigh, but still continued the wringing of his hands. The wiring sound of his metal arm increased as he raked his metal fingers through his hair once more, his eyes closed and dark brows furrowed. At least he didn’t hear the pained moan coming from his girlfriend anymore, but he still could make out her soft crying.

The following minutes passed as slowly as eternity probably would feel before Friday announced that the procedure was finished and the last stitch was made. Neither Steve nor the nurses who worked in the medbay of the compound could stop the brunette soldier as he jumped off the too-small chair and rushed through the hallway. He didn’t even bother to check if he was allowed to enter the sterile surgical room; instead, he just stalked in there, throwing everyone a dark look, before hurrying himself over to YN, who still rested on the horizontal chair, eyes red and puffy from all the crying, tears still running down her already slightly swollen cheeks.

“Oh, YNN,” he whispered gently and softly, prying open her cramped fingers, which held tensely onto each other. He took her hand in his, pressed it against his chest, and leaned down to pepper her forehead in soft kisses, not wanting to risk hurting her if he dared to kiss her cheeks. “You did so well, doll. So, so well,” he continued his whispered praises and brushed the salty tears off her cheeks and from underneath her eyes with a feather-like touch of his thumb. She looked up at him, tears still clearly visible in her watery eyes, and another sob escaped her throat. But suddenly, she choked on it, and a bit of blood escaped her lips as she coughed, which Bucky was fast to dab from there with the towel laying on the surgical tray right next to her.

“There. All gone.” He smiled down at her, and YN stretched her arms out to him, desperation and the remnants of panic and fear on her still pretty face, and he softly pulled her into his arms, lifting her off the chair. “Make sure she lays upright for the first couple of days,” the surgeon says after Bucky has turned with her securely in his arms. “Cooling is essential, so start with it right away. When her cheeks swell up, you can do lymphatic drainage—Friday has the instructions. Check-up is tomorrow, and we will remove the stitches a week from now.“ The soldier nodded after every point made. “The painkillers and the antibiotics are in this bag, along with some instructions concerning her nutrition for the upcoming days, but Friday also generated a meal plan.” Again, another nod from Bucky while YN just clung to him. “She did really good,” Hilton smiled at last and released the couple.

Bucky carried her out of the room and let Steve accompany them on their way upwards onto the living floor. YN threw the blonde a thankful look before opening her mouth slightly. “Thanks, Stevie.” It was only a mumble, almost incomprehensible due to the cotton pads between her teeth and the still working local anesthetic, numbing her entire mouth, including her tongue, but Steve understood her nonetheless. “Everything for my sister-in-mind,” he returned with a soft smile and gently rubbed over her back. “Get some rest, cupcake.” She nodded at his words before snuggling her head back onto Bucky’s shoulder while Steve walked off and left them at the door to their shared bedroom.

“How is the pain, doll?” YN shrugged at that, clinging to him as he tried to put her on the bed and wanting to leave her alone. “Dongo,” she mumbled, and the soldier smiled down at her, crouching in front of the sitting woman. “Was never my intention, pretty girl. Just wanted to get your shoes off. Do you want some fluffy socks? One of my Henleys?” She nodded at both with brightening eyes, and Bucky smiled again before softly kissing the crown of her head, a hand gently combing through her hair. “Be right back, darling.” And he held his word, returning with her favorite pair of fluffy socks—the ones with candy canes and reindeer—and her favorite Henley—the dark red one. He helped her into both, always careful not to touch her cheeks.

He moved her into the middle of the enormous bed, propping her up with the pillows lying around and tucking her in. “Gonna do a quick run to the kitchen to get you those cooling packs, doll. Need anything else?” She shook her head and watched him as he left and even stared at the door when he returned only minutes later—arms filled with all kinds of stuff.

YN raised both brows in silent question after Bucky had neatly piled everything on top of the bedside table and tried to figure out how he could attach the cooling packs to her face. He would hold them day and night, but the soldier was sure that his girlfriend wouldn’t be fond of that suggestion. “Don’t give me that look, doll. Y’know, I can’t let you starve or dehydrate. Nat gave me those drink meals? And Tony found some of those squeeze puree bags Peter used when he got his removed. I don’t know; it says something about banana and strawberry flavor, and that sounded quite good, didn’t it? Oh, and I got you lots of water, and Wanda will bring some tea later. She said it would be antibacterial? S’supposed to help with the healing and—…” He rambled without pause, and YN gently pressed her pointer finger onto his lips and let him shut up. “Sorry,” he mumbled against her skin with a bashful smile.

“Give me those.” YN took the cooling packs out of his restless, moving hands and pointed to their shared closet. “Could you bring me a scarf?” Bucky was up and on the other side of the room within a blink of an eye and held three options over his head, a questioning expression in his eyes. “Which one?” YN smiled softly and slightly shook her head. “Doesn’t matter, silly,” she told him, but Bucky still treated the decision like the most important one on this day. “I think we should go with the grey one. It’s soft enough for your skin, it’s not too expensive to be crying over it when you ruin it, and it’s big enough for whatever you might wanna do to it,” he finally decided and brought it to her before plopping down next to YN and watching her in her doings.

She folded it in half lengthwise and put the two cooling packs in the middle before wrapping them in the fabric. Then, she lifted the now-heavy scarf and started to make a knot on the top of her head—the section with the packs now tightly resting around her chin and cheeks. Bucky stared in awe at her inventing mind, and a chuckle escaped him after YN had turned her head to face him. “You look like a little bunny. Or that one Disney character with the long ears.” YN giggled at that. “You mean Goofy?” He nodded with a grin before pulling her close to his body.

“How is the pain? Do you need some of those painkillers?” He had to make sure that it didn’t get worse while he was gone. And he was glad he asked because she nodded slowly, almost shyly. “Yeah… Think the anesthetic is wearing off,” the agent mumbled, and he was quick to get the package from the bag and one of the water bottles he had brought. “There you go,” he mumbled after carefully removing the blood-drenched cotton pads from her mouth, and she had thrown one in and emptied the bottle halfway. “Don’t have to feel embarrassed, love. Just tell me if you need another one, yeah? You don’t have to suffer only because you think you have to.” YN nodded gently and leaned her head heavily on his shoulder.

“I was so scared in there,” she finally dared to whisper and felt his hold around her tighten. “I know, love. Heard you through that entire hallway. It broke my heart not to be able to protect you from that. But you did so, so well. My brave girl,” the usually grumpy super soldier mumbled into her soft hair, pressing several kisses to her temple. “Sorry for worrying you. And scaring you. I just… just couldn’t stop the tears and the sounds because it hurt so bad but didn’t hurt at the same time because everything was numb, but my jaw…” The memory of the feeling when a tooth was pulled out alone made her nauseous again, not to mention the sickening sound when the surgeon had to crack one of her teeth in order to get it out of her damn jaw.

Bucky held her even closer at that and hummed softly. “It’s over now, love. And stop apologizing, hm? It’s my responsibility to worry myself to death when it comes to you. You’re my everything, YNN. It’s natural for me to worry about’ya.” She looked up at him and accepted the incoming forehead kiss with tiredly closing eyes, finally feeling comforted and loved and safe again. “But y’don’t have to hang here the entire week. I know you have missions and the evaluation of the recruits, and—…” Now it was Bucky’s turn to tenderly lay a finger to her lips and urge her to look up at him again. “Did you really think for a second I’d leave you all to yourself? To let you look after yourself alone? Silly woman,” he grinned and pecked the tip of her nose with a soft kiss. “You’re my responsibility, doll. So it’s my responsibility to take care of you this entire week. Haven’t had so much time with you in weeks, so I’m very willing to stay right here where I am.”

YN blinked slowly, comprehending his words, and sniffled a bit as tears tried to rise in her eyes. “You really stay here?” She couldn’t understand the luck she had to have Bucky at her side. But his nod showed her that he meant it. “You can bet on it. You will be so sick of me after these seven days,” he chuckled and let her cuddle tightly into his chest. “Not possible,” she whispered, and within a few seconds, Bucky felt her body getting heavier in his arms and all he did was hold her while she slept off the adrenaline and panic from earlier.

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As already mentioned, this was entirely selfish to write because I really needed that. But still, I hope y’all enjoyed it at least a bit :3 As usual: comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated!

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[that-one-pretty-bitch]

“Who would possibly have the audacity to kidnap an Agriche, hm?” A blonde seethed, there was visible anger flashing in her blood red eyes

“Ah, my apologies for acting out of order. It seems that I am not alone in this room,” Roxana scanned her surroundings.

 There was another woman present, this woman seemed to be from a noble backgrounds based on her exquisite and exorbitant clothing.

“I accept your apology, however, you had every right to be displeased. After all, it is not common for noble women to be kidnapped so easily and judging your mannerisms, you don’t seem to be weak either,” Medea looked the blonde up and down.

The woman in front of her was a ravishing beauty with blood red eyes and dazzling gold hair. She had a mature, well developed body and wore a black lace dress that hugged her curves. Medea could see that this woman was just like her.

Evil was written all over this dazzling blonde.

“Weak? Oh, dear don’t make me laugh,” Roxana covered her face with her hand fan. Red lips curved into a devious smirk.

“You're quite full of yourself, aren’t you?” Medea hummed, seeing Roxana smirk through her fan.

“I have every right to be,” Roxana announced confidently

“I like you already, what is your name?” Medea inquired

“Roxana Agriche, how about you?” Roxana asked

“My name is Medea Solon, a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Medea held out her hand firmly.

Roxana held her hand and shook it back

“The pleasure is all mine,” She bowed

“It appears that there is a door, perhaps we should explore?” Roxana asked, she was tired of standing around.

“I suppose so, it's quite suspicious but I highly doubt anyone would harm us,” Medea muttered, as both women walked into the other room.

“Yona always says when life gives you lemons.. make lemonade..! Then sell it at a hefty price and then form it into a worldwide business which would give you many gold coins,” A brunette woman bragged to another blonde as the gentle-looking girl laughed.

This woman reminded Roxana of her mother Sierra

The angelic girl stood up with a gentle smile,

“Good evening ladies, I'm sure you found yourself in this room just like we have. My name is Rudbeckia Van Omerta,” She bowed, every step she took was filled with grace.

However the woman next to her was quite the opposite, she attempted to stand up but took a few seconds to gain her composure, and hit her arm against the wall.

“-and i’m Melissa,” She grinned and covered her mouth as soon as she saw Roxana

‘What was this feeling?’

She saw two breathtaking ladies standing in front of her, she could melt!

“Uhm, lady Melissa are you alright?” Ruby asked, she was quite worried for her new friend

Roxana giggled sadistically, she knew what was happening. Even women couldn’t resist her charm, how lovely.

“You both seem quite lively, you wouldn’t mind if we took a seat here right?” Medea asked, normally she would never ask anything politely but she would also never disrespect another woman.

“Of course not, take a seat,” Ruby looked excited. 

Roxana and Medea took a seat and turned to face the two girls they met.

The human mind is truly the scariest thing of all. Past pain and nightmares swirl through your thoughts along with happiness you want but can never truly find. It's the only way to understand a person. To find the deepest secrets. And that is where our journey begins, these are women who have been through similar experiences will end their suffering once and for all.

“Your maid sounds like quite the expert on finance!” Ruby giggled

Roxana lit up, finance was one of her favorite topics along with poisons and medicines.

“Yona likes anything to do with money,” Melissa sighed

Just then, two more women walked into the room.

“Uhm, apologies if we have interrupted but we would like to ask you ladies if you know where we are?” A brunette asked, her hair was much darker than Melissa’s. She had shiny blue crystal-like eyes and the woman next to her was a pinkette with bright golden eyes.

“We are not sure either but please do take a seat!” Ruby squealed, there were so many pretty girls!

Karina shyly gave Ruby a smile and cautiously took a seat next to Hilise

“Uhm, my name is Karina,” she spoke nervously

“...Hilise,” The pinkette uttered

“It's nice to meet you, Hilise and Karina!” Melissa beamed

“My my~ such gorgeous ladies you two are,” Roxana eyed them

“I do agree, the two of you look quite elegant,” Medea acknowledged

“Thank you,” Karina blushed slightly, she felt quite embarrassed

“Ah, thank you,” Hilise seemed bored and uninterested

“I wonder if more women will co-” Ruby started

“Excuse me? Is anyone here?” A blonde with jeweled eyes asked

“I think there might be people in that room-” A black haired girl nudged Athanasia

“Should we go in?” asked Kiera

“I suppose, we have nothing to lose after all,”Athanasia sighed as she opened the door

All eyes were on Athanasia and Kiera, who had now made their way inside

“G-good evening, my name is Kiera Parvis,” She bowed

While Athanasia stood her ground

“Athanasia De Alger Obelia, crown princess of the Obelian empire. It is a delight to meet you,” Athanasia spoke confidently.

Being crown princess she could not bow to these ladies like Kiera had

“Athy, you're a crown princess!?” Kiera was startled.

Roxana stood up,

“Well then lady Kiera, Princess Athanasia do sit down and join us,” She plastered a convincing smile so as not to scare the younger girls.

‘A princess, even a princess has been kidnapped’

Both girls were adjusting themselves when the door was opened once again

“I thought I heard voices in here,” A blonde with blue eyes walked in

“My name is Cayena,” She took a seat on the right of Roxana

“Uh, it's nice to meet everyone? My name is Penelope Eckart,” A girl from behind Cayena spoke, she had magenta hair and blue eyes.

“I apologize if i’m being rude but when do we leave? I’m sure father is quite worried for me,” Athanasia asked.

Roxana looked at the girl with interest, noble parents only saw their children as a tool for success. Her father cared for her? She must be very lucky.

Medea also felt that children were simply tools to be used by their parents, so it pleasantly took her by surprise.

Kiera’s stomach dropped, she wished her father would care about her like he cared about Cosette but he only looked at Cosette as his daughter and never herself

Karina’s heart shattered, she was glad to know that this girl's father cared about her but it made her realize how insignificant she was to her father. He had never once thought of her as a daughter.

Hilise closed her eyes and drowned out everyone's voices, she may have wanted love in her previous lives but she had enough. Love was pain, it was torture. She did not need a father figure in her life any longer. She wasn’t an innocent little girl like she used to be anymore.

Cayena ignored the comment. Her father had never been there for her because she was considered weak by her family.

Penelope didn’t understand. Her father loved her? Perhaps it was because Athanasia was his own child unlike her. Then again, it did not matter because she wasn’t the real Penelope anyway. 

Ruby faked a smile, it was truly so sweet Athy’s father cared deeply about her! Unlike her own father but at least she had Enzo and now she has Sir Ivan and Izek. She should be happy, but why was she feeling so hurt?

Melissa pouted, she wished her father would love her and not her brother for once. Everytime she loved she lost, she loved Ian, he cheated. She loved her brother, her brother loved Yuri. She loved her father, her father loved her brother. It just wasn’t fair! Was she not worthy of love?

“I’m sure it must be nice,” mumbled Hilise

“Hm?” Athanasia hummed

All eyes were on Hilise, what could she mean to say?

“I mean, it must be nice having a father that loves you,” Hilise muttered

“He didn’t always love me,” Athanasia looked away sadly

“What do you mean by that?” Roxana asked intrigued

“Well, you wouldn’t get it..” She shifted uncomfortably

“I think I might know what this is about,” Penelope spoke

“Were you also reincarnated and changed the plot?” Penelope asked, proving her risky question right when Athanasia’s face paled 

“How do you know-” Athanasia started

“It happened to me,” Penelope stated

“I was also reincarnated,” Roxana spoke up

“I was reborn seven times and killed each time, I don't know if its the same but if anyone would believe me it would be you,” Hilise said

“You- you're all like me!?” Ruby asked, she was so happy she wasn’t alone.

“It seems that bringing us all here wasn’t a coincidence,” Roxana hinted

“We all might have a common obstacle that we need to overcome together, even though i’m not one to rely on people,” Roxana placed a finger on her lip, she was thinking hard.

Then it hit her, ‘father’. When Athanasia mentioned about her father the mood had become gloomy, perhaps everyone is facing issues with their fathers.

“It may be stretch however I think all of us are surviving in awful conditions and our obstacles might be our fathers,” She concluded

“Roxana, you are quite impressive! Figuring that out so quickly must require quite the skills. I’m on your side, I do agree that my father has done unforgivable things but in my case it had been taken care of, I beheaded him some time back,” Medea laughed

“How wonderful! I’m sure he deserved it, you never fail to amaze me Lady Medea,” Roxana beamed

“You flatter me,” Medea blushed

( A/n: Ayo!? She blushed. Gay. Medea and Roxana tho >>> Ship?? )

“If you're alright with it, could you tell us what he did, Lady Medea? I would feel more comfortable sharing if I knew that you girls had issues similar to mine,” Karina asked

“I suppose so,” Medea nodded

“When I was younger, I had a nanny, she raised me. She was my mother figure. My father had one goal for me, it was to go down in history and I failed to do so. As a punishment he killed her in front of me,” Medea looked down, she still missed her nanny.

“I'm sure you will go down in history for being powerful. It's not everyday that I come across a woman like you Lady Medea,” Roxana pet her friends' hair.

She would see this man in hell and have her poisonous butterflies rip him apart piece by piece. 

“You lost your mother figure…?” Athy looked at Medea with pity, she couldn’t imagine losing Lily!

“Do not pity her princess, Lady Medea is not pitiful,” Roxana spoke sharply

“Ah, apologies,” Athy mumbled

(A/n: I couldn’t get to the other girls because I'm lazy  asf )

TBC

[dreamersparacosm]

What about Austin xpregnant reader. And she like faints and they find her and take to the hospital and he’s so scared.

can’t live without you - austin butler

note ; not me literally saying i was done with blurbs. might have to turn blurb night into blurb day considering i won’t have a full imagine up by sunday… ANYWAY austin is the cutest baby angel and u know he’s so overprotective about you and your baby (unborn or not) akdjdjdkdjd

warnings ; mentions of blood, angst, pregnancy

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austin didn’t really have many things in life to be scared of. he had money, he had a secure job, and most importantly, he had you. now, you were the best thing to ever happen to him. well, beside the little seed that was growing inside of you. a token of his love had planted itself inside your womb. you two didn’t want to have kids yet, freshly married, but he got carried away one night and, suddenly, he was about to be a father.

but, he had one thing to be scared of.

and that was losing you.

he had found you sprawled on the bathroom floor, fresh blood clinging to your pants. he was paralyzed with fear, the unthinkable rushing into his brain. he saw your swollen belly moving up and down, and he couldn’t help the relief that washed over him. you were alive, somewhat. but, with shaky hands and tears in his eyes, he called 911. “please, seed. please don’t kill mommy,” he felt guilty for even saying it.

he had called your baby girl ‘seed’ ever since he found out the news. at first, you thought it sounded idiotic. but, you grew to love it, as he grew to love being a father. as his eyes watched paramedics carry you out of your shared apartment, he felt as if he was in a daze. his body trembled, mouth dry as he sat beside you in the ambulance. his hand never let go of yours for a second.

you had finally awoken near the end of the ride, scared and confused. you asked what happened, hoping for some comfort, only to take note of the blood. you looked at austin for answers, but he had none. he always had the answers. yes, you were awake, and yes, you were fine. but, what about seed?

and even now, in your hospital bed, with several iv’s poking into you, austin still couldn’t shake the feeling of sheer panic. he was by your bedside, aimlessly flicking through television channels. “baby, are you alright?” you noticed the dead look in his eyes.

“yeah, yeah, i’m good, my love,” he barely looked at you, giving your hand a squeeze. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. seed was fine. you were fine. everything was okay. but, in austin’s head, nothing was okay. he had finally experienced the fear of losing you, and it was one of the most terrifying experiences of his life.

he couldn’t let it happen again.

the emotions hit him like a train. before he knew it, sobs wracked his entire body, body shaking with fear. you tried to sit up as much as you could, coaxing him into your hospital bed to lay with you. “baby, i’m okay. we’re okay, i promise,” you kissed the top of his head. “i’m not going anywhere.”

he let a few more cries out, hugging you tight enough to cut off your circulation. “i-i just- i can’t lose you. that was the scariest moment of my life, seeing you lie there, not knowing if you were dead or alive. a-and if i lose you, i’ll never come back from that.”

“i know, baby,” you spoke gently. “i’ll do my best to stay alive if you do too. i can’t live without you either.”

he nodded like a toddler who had just been scolded for eating a chocolate bar. he knew his fears were irrational, and that you were okay. “i love you, [y/n], so much. and i’m gonna keep reminding you everyday.”

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keep your ideas coming here!

[mariacallous]

Where were you that morning when the great war began?

Here's my story: The war spoke to me with the distant rumble of explosions outside the window, but I didn't believe it, thinking I was living a dream. Then, on the second floor of my friends' house near Kyiv, the door slammed shut, and slippers clattered down the stairs.

"The war has started, the airspace has been closed," said Katia, the owner of the house.

She mentioned the airspace because I was supposed to fly to Vilnius two hours later to present the translation of my novel. Her voice, after sleep, seemed rough and masculine, hoarse and smoky. But in reality, it was the sound of primal fear. A large dog stood in the kitchen in front of the window, looking into the dark sky, barking nervously, listening to the sounds of rockets and warplanes.

Every Ukrainian will forever remember the dark morning of Feb. 24, 2022, when the full-scale invasion began. Some woke up to explosions, others to frightened calls from their families – but everyone remembers that second to the last detail. It's a memory that pierces through our entire lives. The commonality of this experience makes us not just one people, but a closer, more intimate community – something akin to a family. Because we experienced that moment together.

Afterward, there were many different moments, alarms and tears, pain and anger, but those first seconds remind me of a freeze frame. As if in a 3D program, I can recall all the details around me: the air temperature, the glasses on the table from the previous night's gathering, the clock hands above the door, the smell of the dog in the room, the cool tiles on the floor.

It was the most important moment of my life, after which everything went awry and all plans were disrupted. Perhaps, I’ll remember just as piercingly and deeply the moment when I hear that the war is over — if I live to see that moment, of course.

Two dreadful years have passed since then. What has changed within us and around us? The most significant change is that we have become accustomed to war — it is part of our lives, our daily routine. This is the scariest change because we have acclimatized to something absolutely abnormal and horrific. We have learned to live without paying attention to it.

Now, when the air raid siren sounds in Kyiv, almost no one rushes to find the nearest shelter – people continue to go about their usual business without haste. Death has acquired the features of an ancient Greek tragedy where it is now governed by fate and destiny. You have almost no influence over it — it may happen that a missile will hit your house today, fall on the café where you order your cappuccino, or destroy the station where you meet your friends.  It's practically impossible to protect yourself from this, so we have to accept it as a daily possibility. “Thy will be done,” as we atheists say.

There is a lot of death around. In the spring of '22, when the first coffins of soldiers killed at the front were brought to my city, each death was felt as a personal tragedy. As the hearse moved through the streets, people on the sidewalks dropped to their knees, laying flowers on the pavement, and crowds gathered at the funerals.

Now, there's a whole section of military graves in the city cemetery, each adorned with the Ukrainian flag. Relatives, colleagues from civilian life, and front-line comrades accompany the coffin — it's usually a small procession. People on the streets pause in respect, but they no longer cry or kneel. In general, it's more comfortable for them to look away or rush into the nearest store to avoid a personal encounter with the death of someone who sacrificed their life for our right to live in the relatively peaceful rear.

Don't rush to judge these people – they're not cynical or callous. It's just that there's been so much death, pain, and grief in these past two years that tears have been shed, the emotions have faded, and the shock of each new tragic news story paralyzes us, only to quickly dissipate. Because you have to gather all your strength and keep living — it's easy to go mad from the onslaught of emotions and experiences. Sometimes I feel like we've all collectively gone mad.

I'm not exaggerating, believe me. In Kharkiv, after a Russian shelling, an entire family perished – two parents and three children. The Russians attacked an oil depot, causing a fuel leak that flowed down the street and ignited dozens of houses in the residential area. It was a literal hell on Earth; people burned alive.

The father and one son were in the hallway attempting to escape. The mother and her other two children in the bathroom. The youngest son, Pavlo, was seven months old. His mother held him close when they died. The baby was so badly burned during the fire that nothing remained, not even his bones – just ashes.

Can one not go mad after such a reality? Can one not go mad after such a reality? And have I truly gone mad if my first thought was that it would have been better if it were a missile, so that everyone would perish instantly? Because in the fire, everyone endured fear and pain.

A Ukrainian soldier, who only returned from Russian captivity on Jan. 31 after enduring humiliation and torture for two years, was fatally struck by a truck at an intersection on Feb. 8. After returning from captivity, he didn't even get the chance to see his daughter, Valeriia Halkina, who now lives as a refugee in Lisbon.

She wrote on her Instagram: "Today my dad passed away. He wasn't killed by war, nor by a bullet, nor by two years in captivity. He was just crossing the road and was hit by a car. It's surreal. I can't believe this is real. I'm sorry for everything. I waited for your call, as you promised, but I can't wait anymore…"

These are not the most striking stories from the war – just two pieces of news from the morning as I write this piece. This is what everyday life has looked like for two consecutive years – 730 mornings in a row. Every day, civilians die – defenseless, innocent, completely ordinary people, killed by Russia in a supermarket, on the street, in their own homes.

Not only random civilians are dying – Russia kills our soldiers every day. The world has accepted the idea that military deaths are normal, that they are just statistics of war. But aren't soldiers humans, too? Can they simply be killed by invading our country? Who decided that killing soldiers is not a crime, and when?

Especially considering that the Ukrainian army mainly consists of civilians, people who voluntarily went to defend their country or were mobilized under state conscription. These people had no military training before the invasion and were managers in offices, city bus drivers, pizza chefs in trendy restaurants — just like you, reading these lines now.

Consider my friend Maksym Plesha, a 32-year-old artist whose lifestyle embodied that of a hippie — a true free spirit. He earned his living by painting portraits of people on the streets and restoring paintings in temples. He went to war as a volunteer, although he had no military background. He was wounded twice and survived battles in Bakhmut last winter. After his injuries, we joked that he had nine lives, like a cat.

These extra lives saved him more than once, but when the war continues every day for two consecutive years, not even nine lives are enough to survive. Maksym was killed last year, and his handsome body was brought to his funeral in a closed coffin because it was badly mutilated. Is killing such a soldier a crime or not?

And now let's answer together the question that I am asked very often in different countries: "Are you currently writing fiction?" The answer is obvious.

We live every day amid such a whirlwind of stories that writing fiction capitulates to reality. No novel can compete with the stream of everyday plots from the lives of ordinary Ukrainians. I am not writing anything fictional and, in general, I do not think about literature today as something imaginary or detached from life.

Because the only function of Ukrainian literature today is to witness, to describe fates, to document crimes. When I wrote about Maksym, his relatives thanked me for the fact that, this way, the memory of him will live a little longer and more people will learn about his life. Literature becomes a kind of psychotherapy, helping to endure the greatest losses, giving hope that all this is not in vain, that we will be heard.

These are not empty words: During the war, in the midst of a deep economic crisis, the circulation of Ukrainian books doubled, and the book market remained one of the few profitable ones in the country. It's a paradox, but only at first glance — in times of turbulence and uncertainty, people need books. The demand for books has increased because they're about people, about human and intimate matters.

To be a writer in these times is both honorable and immensely challenging because literature today does not entertain, but helps and saves. However, it also poses a certain danger: If you have a large paper library in your apartment, then during a missile strike, your dwelling will burn much faster than others — firefighters may not have time to rescue you.

But this cannot be predicted. Over two years of war, as it has already been said, we've learned to rely on fate and destiny. We've grown accustomed to the deaths around us and accepted the possibility of our own sudden demise. We no longer react as vehemently as we did before to terrible news — our emotional skin has thickened. Or perhaps it has simply gradually withered away because, with each day of horror, which our lives have turned into, we all slowly died, too.

What makes us human and normal has withered away within us. Everyone has become a victim of the war – both those it has killed and those who have (so far) been lucky enough to survive. Over two years, we've grown accustomed to war and tragedies, and have started to consider it the new normal, a part of our everyday lives.

And that's the scariest part of it all.

[shameonmeeguiltypleasure]

Speaking of Lady Whistledown I can just imagine her being one of Colin's trigger like Anthony Benedict, Simon and even the rest of the Bridgertons try to hide any and every pamphlet containing anything even remotely unflattering towards Pen because Colin is this 🤏🏼 close to hunting her down and making her pay for the transgression against his nymph. Like ooohh I'm swooning for Dark!Colin raising hell to defend his goddess and his famioy knowing and doing their best to tamper it down lest he and Eloise burn London down.

Hehehehe 😈

There's a reason my planned sequel for SMB is called 'Loving Mrs Bridgerton' 👀😏

But currently in SMB, Anthony, Simon and Eloise don't actually hide LW's pamphlets from Colin. The only one who practices caution on that front is Benedict 😂

Eloise was obsessed before shed discovered the truth (I chose show events for that bit) but after she forgave Pen, she would actively lecture Pen on how she would write about herself. It didn't always work cause Pen knows how to..... use her words 👀

But El knowing Pen was LW had a trump card.... She would threaten Pen that if she didn't ease up on saying nasty stuff about herself in LW, she'd send a pamphlet to Colin and say she hated LW then have Anthony actively try and get LWs work outlawed 😇

Of course, Pen tempered herself because El doesn't joke about blackmail.... Hehe

Anthony offered after the first pamphlet came out being mean about Pen. But Pen and El talked him down. He reminded them that the offer will always be open.

Simon...... I'm toying with giving Simon a bit of a side story, because yeah he and Sir Lee have some business to hash. There are some things the Duke just can't ignore, especially if it might affect the people important to him. How it works out considering Sir Lee's true identity.... Well.... Guess you're gonna have to wait and see.

As for Colin, his hatred for London Society, Propriety etc is sort of Penelope's fault anyway 😅(girl registered DEEP on his radar after knocking him off that horse). The scariest part of Colin's darker traits, is the absolute control he has over them. Yes, Colin can be impulsive and rash with some of his choices.... But there's never a situation where he's completely out of the captains seat. This man has worn a mask for quite a long time, he thrives in the shadows while letting everyone believe he is a charming ball of sunshine.

Penelope might have the ton eating out of her hands for LW content and master manipulator when it comes to words.... but Colin has years of practice and experience beyond London.

Between the two, Penelope is defs the wild card impulsive one, but Colin is the kind you don't see coming till it hits.

Don't mistake his impatience for lack of control...... Because this man knows the value of priorities and the sweetness of a long game won.....

I seriously can't wait till my Real life responsibilities ease up so I can proper write/edit etc for SMB. Gayzoned Colin is only getting so many updates because I mostly post the raw chapters and don't think too hard for plot and logic 😩

I miss writing my darkPolin babies 😞

[asassydork]

Chapter 1: One-Eyed Flying Monkey

Story: High Water

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Post-Apocalyptic Cult Vibes.

The day was supposed to be like every other at the end of the world. It was peaceful down by the creek. But when alarms are sounded and flares begin flying in the valley, it’s clear something isn’t right. Upon discovering the group returned with both members of a rival group, random stranger refugees, and everything they were meant to scavenge, it becomes clear there’s more going on than they anticipated.

TW: MDNI, 18+, enemies to lovers, they kiss in the first chapter, references to torture, whump inspired, adult language and adult themes.

The sirens came rolling in over the mountain. A series of sticks being smacked against trees loud enough to reverberate across the valley. Tens of them, spread out from the lookout points.

It was something we practiced but not something put to use yet. When the flare went up over camp, all sound ceased in a rush. There was no echo. Nothing but birdsongs rising out of the silence. A flare like that meant something had gone horribly wrong during the last raid. They were only sent out to scavenge but you never really know what you’re getting into when you go out there. The world is nothing like it used to be.

I drop the sticks I was gathering and take off running towards the camp. They’re going to need me for the sake of keeping everyone calm. I wasn’t the best with interventions of a certain magnitude but everyone seems to have enough faith in me that I influence decisions.

Black Water Creek was an outpost along the Black Water River, an ironically crystal clear safe to drink little river that flows between the mountains from a spring up north. It’s got plenty of safe fish to eat. Vegetation that’s not going to kill you. And draws in enough wildlife that we rarely have to go off looking for food. It was somehow a perfect place despite the reputation it once upheld.

The outpost is more like a compound behind walls of steel, iron and concrete. They’re over ten feet tall and four feet wide, plenty enough room to keep people out. It’s got a series of twenty five buildings behind those walls and plenty of vantage points and lookout spots. It existed before the world went sideways, but its mission was much different these days. It was a safe haven but only to the select. Most of the time, people we bring in choose not to stay. There’s a lot of rules and cooperation that goes into keeping a place like this functioning. And what we can’t get from the land, we have to scavenge from the wreck of the world. It’s something that started off small. A few trips into Brown Water, the town up and across the river. But then the town stopped having what we needed and babies continued to be born despite everything. It meant having to leave the valley all together for days or weeks at a time. But the groups had to be bigger to survive those trips. They had to be more prepared. After my last run in with the group we call the Flying Monkeys from up north, I haven’t been able to leave camp. It’s some paranoia attached to the post traumatic stress related to getting taken and tortured like I was. I was gone almost six months before they managed to figure out where I was being held. The scariest experience of my life and I survived The Collapse first hand.

The trucks pulled into camp around the same time I entered the gates, each vehicle accounted for but covered in bullet holes. That was new. The number of holes was over a hundred. I couldn’t begin to think who might have that many bullets. But I knew it wasn’t good. The Monkeys only use resourceful weaponry handcrafted so they don’t run out of munitions. They’re also more interested in skinning you alive than they are about shooting at you. Torture was more their style, which was why they’ve been plucking people off of trails and new access roads like it’s nothing. It makes the mountains a dangerous place.

A second flare goes off from the gate as a new truck pulls in behind the others. It didn’t have any bullet holes in it but it was also packed with people and supplies. People weren’t something meant to be brought back from this one. This was strictly baby business. My eyes scanned the vehicles and I ultimately moved to find Bastian unloading someone injured from the back cab of one of the old trucks. Caleb. He was alive?

My heart sank as Bellamy moved to help him carry the makeshift stretcher. Caleb was alive and moaning. He’d been assumed dead last year. MIA without a single sign of life. There was nothing we could’ve done. No one knew where he’d gone off to or how he got separated. But it was good to hear sounds coming from him. Chances were he might just survive this. But I don’t go with them to the infirmary. There was a commotion around one of the other trucks and I needed to get to the bottom of the reasons for the flares.

Inside the back of one of the trucks was a badly beaten, bloody and bruised man hogtied and gagged. There was nothing familiar about him that stood out of me as Jeremy and Derek both dragged him out of the truck and let him fall onto the ground hard without being able to catch himself. He groaned in pain behind the cloth in his mouth and another man awkwardly climbed out of the truck. He was beaten and bruised but far less purple and not so bloody. He just had his hands bound behind his back and a gag in his mouth that he likely didn’t need considering the large tattoo on his forehead. He was sworn to secrecy. Opening his mouth would mean a true death by the people he’d been stolen from. The Flying Monkeys.

I haven’t seen one of them without those stupid fucking masks on their head but I’d known about the tattoos. They’re basically covered in them, so the only way to get them off is to peel off their skin like what they do to their victims. It’s a cycle. A vicious endless cycle.

But they hadn’t tied his legs. He could attempt to run and get knocked down and dragged back. It was like a cat toy, basically. There was nowhere for him to go, now. But he didn’t make the attempt. He jumped down out of the back of the truck and scanned each of our faces like he was studying for a report back. It wasn’t until he looked in my direction that he even seemed to blink. The expression on his face became that of fear and he’d taken a step back. A step that was intercepted by Jeremy who shoved him forward roughly. They weren’t taking their chances with him. He’d be the first prisoner we’ve had in a while and the first Monkey. He’d have an awful long road ahead of him if he chose to survive.

I moved to help gather boxes out of one of the other trucks. I got first dibs on some of the supplies, even though I technically shouldn’t. Motherhood wasn’t something I spent a lot of time thinking about. It wasn’t in the cards for me by the way this was all going. The end of the world was the end of hope itself. I couldn’t imagine raising a kid in all of this. And yet, I technically have been. More than one. Children that weren’t mine but needed my guidance and my reassurance. Children who found me out of everyone else and chose for themselves that I’d be left with this impossible title. A role I didn’t ascribe to very well.

We made several trips from the trucks to the warehouse. The boxes had to be sorted and rifled through. It could take days to get that process flowing. It was when I went back to the trucks that I saw someone new that I hadn’t expected to see. Another Monkey. A more noticeable Monkey pretending to be someone he wasn’t. He didn’t have a forehead tattoo, so his identity wasn’t given away as easily. He was the One-Eyed Captain. The one who kept me locked inside a cargo container for months on end with barely enough food to eat. He tortured me in the most horrific ways and waited for me to die every time. A monster of all monsters. He was cruel and undeserving of life. When I moved to ambush him in front of the others he pretended to be with, he grabbed me harshly and pulled me right into his personal space with his fingers digging hard into the backs of my arms. He forced a kiss upon my lips in a savage threat to keep my mouth shut. He’d do all of those things to me again if I didn’t let him be. That was the promise the kiss swore.

It wasn’t a tender kiss or a violent kiss. It was the kind of kiss you can’t ever possibly be prepared for. The kind of kiss that not just anyone can give you. It was precise and practiced. He’s planned this assault on my senses and on my dignity. It was equal parts cruel and comforting. A man expressing to a woman feelings he wasn’t supposed to have. And when I didn’t head butt him like I could’ve, he loosened his grip on my arms and moved to hold my neck, keeping me in front of him like I was nothing but a pet now. My sense of self had been stripped away from me in a single second as he deepened the kiss with the taste of sex on his tongue. He was salivating as he thought about it. He was probably thinking about all of the harm he brought to me in our time together. I was nothing but a mere commodity now. Expendable. Recyclable.

He moaned into my mouth as he tasted me, forcing me to taste his hunger. It was violating in every way but I knew what he’d do if I pulled away or pushed him off of me. It made him smirk behind his lips as he sipped and licked at my mouth like he would’ve done this a long time ago if he thought it would’ve worked. It was like all of his torture was meant to make me submit to him, to give in to some desire I simply didn’t have. And yet, I reluctantly kissed him back, forced to play this part with an audience clearly watching us. His thumb on my neck stroked me like it was a reward. I was being a good pet giving him what he wanted. And that’s when I stopped being nice, nipping and biting at his tongue in my mouth. He growled at me a feral sound as he pushed me up against the side of the truck and nipped and bit at me just the same, fueled by the rage I just provoked and reminded him of. He grinds his hips against mine, rubbing up on me with his want. He manipulated my mouth and took all that he wanted from me because he wasn’t going to let it go. I kept my pace, a taunt in every movement. I’d get my revenge on him and there’s nothing he can do about it. He’s in my territory now. He’ll be my prisoner by the time the sun goes down. That was a promise. I’d do worse to him than anything he’d done to me. I could guarantee it. It was what made him moan at me again. I was in control. This was my game. My pet and my leash. That was when I shoved him off of me and walked away. He’d gotten the scene he wanted and I’d gotten my message across. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back towards him, kissing me again softer like he didn’t want it to end on a high note. He was probably never going to stop kissing me, now.

“I’ll find you later,” he whispers, kissing the knuckles on my left hand in a strange way that I wasn’t anticipating.

He didn’t have to tell me. I knew he wasn’t going to leave me alone. He’d find a way to slip away from the others and come find me. And then I’d have him right where I want him, where he’ll never come back from. I’ve wanted my revenge since I escaped. I’ve wanted it since the minute he started hurting me. We’d never be whatever he thinks we are. It was a game. An act. A manipulation of the human condition. I’ll own him in ways he never imagined someone else would own him. I’ll do unthinkable things that he hasn’t prepared himself for.

“Yeah, I know,” I mutter, pulling my hand away and escaping this weird exchange going on.

[reviewinghiccup]

RIDERS OF BERK | HTTYD SERIES | BREAKING DOWN HICCUP

Blog Post Series : Breaking Down Hiccup

Title : Viking for Hire

Ep/Season : Episode 2, Season 1 (Riders of Berk)

Premise:

Gobber, the once successful dragon weapons mason is out of business since peace has been made w the dragons. In failing to secure new prospects, Hiccup takes it upon himself to help Gobber out.

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III

LESSONS FOR A CHIEF : DELEGATION OF DUTIES

Stoic charges Hiccup w finding Gobber a new job. Hiccup himself feels somewhat responsible for putting his one leg one hand master out of business. Gobbers like family. He couldn’t just leave him.

What I enjoyed about this episode was, through the dialogue you can establish the type of relationship Hiccup has w his father and Gobber. Gobber was like a second parent to him. With his mom not around, Gobber, in his own way, took care of Hiccup, explaining that he thought everything Hiccup knows and even more. He even sewed Hiccups diapers!

However, when things don’t work out, Hiccup struggles to be honest with Gobber. Which he musts. Stoic is teaching Hiccup that Chiefs delegate (which in my opinion was partly a way of him escaping being honest w Gobber himself) but also to show that a leader is only as strong as his compartmentalisation.

Indirectly, he is trying to get Hiccup out of people pleasing and only saying what people (even those he cares for like family) want to hear. It’s hard at first, but it’s the nudge some people need to get them to where they should be. This helped Gobber to come to terms w his own journey and transition and then find his new path.

Theme & Message

Change. Change can be scary.

For anyone, I think the scariest thing is to feel obsolete. What more become redundant when your life’s work is no longer as necessary as it once was.

Gobber took time to accept that. A lot of the Vikings would have had to. Their jobs as soldiers, their use of weapons and skills would have to be channelled into something else.

What I enjoyed about this message was, how despite Gobber’s skills as weapons mason, he also studied the beast. A useful outcome from all his years of experience because now, he knows how to deal w them.

Similarly, I find that in life, though were trained in one area, it doesn’t mean that entering a new field equals starting from scratch. A lot of what we learn now can be helpful for our later, even when we don’t yet see it.

Junior might know best.

Gobber did not listen to Hiccup. While, Hiccup is younger, his apprentice, when it comes to riding dragons Hiccup knows best. So, it would’ve saved Gobber a lot of pain and time if he had considered Hiccup’s suggestions.

I find that in a lot of companies, the reason why the older employers don’t get along w the younger ones is because they insist on doing things the old fashion way. Comfort is certain and that brings a sense of ease, but change is never easy.

A lot of businesses don’t like hiring senior members in junior positions, even if senior members are alright w the lower pay and title because they know that the patience and wears of these older, more experienced people will challenge and cause disharmony w the younger supervisors. It’s not easy to argue w experience, and it isn’t easy to evolve w harden moulds.

Gobber had to let go and come to terms w the fact that his ways were outdated. Hiccup and his band of riders were the new kids on the block, he had to build trendier, more relevant creations.

COMEDIC STYLE

Subtle Jokes

Can we also appreciate the subtle sense of humour that drives the stories. The dialogues are hilarious without ever being overly stupid or slapstick. They’re pretty hilarious at times and I appreciate that. Witty on most occasions.

Like this scene, it lifted the slight tension. Masterpiece in bite size comedy.

[annab-nana]

[ EMBRACE ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one for their own comfort. with nancy 🧍🏻‍♀️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

ahh yeah okay here it is lovie <3

warnings: angst, nancy being under vecna's trance, nancy is single in this, not proofread

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you didn't like the look of her eyes, how they rolled back, nor how she was unresponsive to your calls.

"steve?" you spoke, voice wavering in great worry. you didn't know what to do and steve had more experience with this kind of thing than you did.

the brunet nodded and gave you a short smile to help comfort you a little before climbing up the tied sheets to get to everyone else who were trying to help as well.

your hands stayed on nancy's shoulders, your attempt at keeping her on the ground. you'd heard what happened with max at the cemetery and you didn't want the same thing to happen to nancy. you couldn't lose her. you never even got to tell her you love her. and now, vecna had a hold on her and could take her away from you in a snap.

"nancy?" you asked again. the wobble in your voice was pitiful, but you could feel sobs coming in quickly. one erupted from your throat as you shook her shoulders, hoping she'd wake up. "nancy, please."

you could hear the commotion that sounded like eddie and robin coming from above you and you were desperately praying to whoever was out there that they had found something to help her. you shouted, "guys, hurry!" but it was strained and broken.

tears streamed down your cheeks as you began to give up. you didn't want to give up on her, but this was vecna you were talking about. he was already in her head. you could only hope that she could beat him. you believed in her.

"nancy," you started, "i know you probably can't hear me, but i want you to know i'm here. i'm here for you like always, just like you are always there for me. i... i've never been so scared in my life as i am right now because i've never been this close to losing you. i can't lose you, nance. you're all i have. i- i love you. i love you so much. please, if you can hear me, fight him. if there is anyone that can beat that bastard, it's you."

you didn't think she could hear you, but little did you know, she was strapped to a chair listening to vecna's plan of destruction as well as your speech. once vecna decided he was done with her, he let her out of his mind control and brought her back to the present, back to you.

her eyes went back to normal and she staggered backward. thankfully, your hands were already on her so you helped her down gently as she tried to catch her breath. you looked her over, trying to figure out if she was okay, but she lept toward you. her arms circled your neck and yours wrapped around her waist as you both held each other closer than ever.

"you're okay," you whispered, assuring her and yourself of her safety. nancy pulled back just a little to look at you and her hands cupped your cheeks and her thumbs wiped away your tears.

her eyes bore into yours before she said, "y/n, i love you too."

and that is how the scariest day of your life was also the best.

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[batwritings]

I felt that sm. When I used to write for Philza, I would pretty much rely on this mf to tell me what to do.

Pokemon Scarlet :000 I've wanted to play it but I haven't finished Arceus so I would feel bad if I bought it.

Also also! I have a request, of fluff, because I just very much enjoy fluff. So, I did check your 'okay with writing' list to check, but just incase feel free to ignore. But how about XD with a partner that has a dissociative disorder, and how he reacts?

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It's kinda nice at the same time because like, hi you know your body? You know what people might like to read? lol I know Schlatt actually nabbed the front from me and wrote something on this blog. I think I tagged it with "bat's system writes" if you wanted to read it lol

That's exactly how my partner is! He adores Arceus, but has yet to finish and doesn't want to start Violet until they do.

So, bear with me on this one, but these will be somewhat based on my own experiences (and interactions with an XD fictive lol), so they may not be concurrent with everyone else's! Enjoy!~

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When XD first noticed you dissociating, one could certainly say he was concerned. You were virtually unresponsive and the poor god didn't know what on earth to do. You had to reassure him later on that this was actually a pretty common occurrence for you.

You sat DreamXD down and ran through what he could expect, especially when it came to your switches. You couldn't help but chuckle as he watched you with rapt attention. You swore, if his memory wasn't as good as it was, he'd be taking notes mentally.

The first few times he ran into another alter, there was a lot of confusion. The SMP's creator couldn't figure out why you were being so cold to him despite your relationship. It took the blonde a moment to recall your previous conversation, asking if the person who was now up front knew you.

Conversation ran from there, and over time, XD came to adore most of your entire system. His favorites were your littles; he loved their zest for life and joy they got from the little things he would create for them. The littles enjoyed him just as much, being the first people to go to him whenever a trigger arose.

Another habit DreamXD picked up extremely quickly was note writing. Usually he would simply leave a message for you, but it became a lot more common for sticky note upon sticky note to be found around your home. "I'm out for my work, I'll be home later tonight," could be found on your nightstand. "[Alter], do not forget to take the medication this morning." "Your bear is in the wash little one, please be sure it gets into the dryer before playing with him again."

The scariest moments to your ethereal partner were your flashbacks. The moments of PTSD that would shake you and your entire system to it's core. And in the moments, DreamXD was at a loss; he felt like the worst partner for not knowing more about the mortals he'd created and how to help his favorite one in their lowest of times.

Unsure of what to do, the blonde deity could be found flitting around your shared space. He would prepare a litany of favorite snacks and drinks for you and the people who shared your body and headspace. Clawed hands would gently lift you up, bringing you to your bedroom and covering you in your safety items.

And at the end of it all, DreamXD would wrap you up in his arms, both sets along with his wings encapsulating you in warmth. His claws would draw gentle shapes along your arms and legs, but only in the spots that he knew would not trigger you all further. On the occasion he would hum a song that he thought could bring you back to the present.

Once the memories would fade, you would relax against him, full body weight sinking into his embrace. "Are you back with me little star?" XD would ask, his voice full of concern and barely above a whisper.

You nodded, an overwhelming feeling of safety clinging to your skin.

[chaotic-nick]

𝐇𝐮𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫: 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐬

Note: Trying a new format because I'm out of banner ideas and they've been feeling repetitive

Wordcount: 1164

Warnings: Talks of a suicide attempt throughout the oneshot [I wrote this for myself on my attempt's one year anniversary]

A realisation of a different kind set in as her eyes followed the red car driving by until it turned to the side. It was one that made her sigh— just a sigh because she wanted to and hugged her legs as her chin rested on the top of her knees. Of all the times she could’ve had such a thought, it occurred so abruptly when she sat on the side of the quiet streets outside, facing the many food stands and when she was with Miche, too. “I’m still here.” Today would’ve been a different day for all the people who knew her. An unwanted event, almost.

Not a normal summer’s afternoon. She had been too lost in her own amazement for going as far as forgetting what was almost her death anniversary to even feel his presence, standing above her. Mouth hung open and eyebrows furrowed. “Shi~t, you and Erwin are two different types of weird.”

And there he was. Wearing his always so mischievous look, two cones in his hand. Sitting down next to her, the cone that looked so small in his hold was suddenly bigger when he extended his arm to give to her.“This is for you— and no, you’re no. You’re only gaining energy you lost.”

He was something. Somehow always making her forget about the many bad things that could’ve happened to her. “Oh, how much was this—”

“No. It’s for your . . .” a brief moment of nervousness for not having an answer other than wanting to see a genuine smile on her face, ”planks, they’ve been looking well.” 

Nodding, she looked down at the cone. Surprised that he ordered her favourites, still remembering them after being gone for work. Miche had his eyes through her, waiting for a smile as he shoved spoonfuls of the gelato in his mouth. “Thank you, Miche.” There was a smile, just not as vibrant as before.

“So,” he dragged, annoying her with his tone, “you talk to yourself often?”

An offended look crossed her face, body leaning away from him. “I do not talk to myself.”

He reciprocated the stare she was giving him, how could she forget that he was the one in the friend group who silenced people like that? Well, right next to Levi. The intensity of his glares made up for the lack of height. Poor guy. “Heard you— like right before I sat down.”Raising his voice to mimic hers, “I’m still here-” what he didn’t expect was for her spoonful to lodge in her throat as an almost laugh turned to a series of coughs.

“Asshole,” playfully she kicked the side of his shoes with her toe, turning it into a silent game of who could step on each other.

“HAH! I win,” he emphasized with a wiggle of his foot resting above hers, “C’mon, what’s up?”

“Do you want an actual answer or . . .” again, that realisation she briefly forgot returned, bringing her. . . a sudden pang of guilt. Why was she feeling guilty over what she wanted to do last year? Did she really want it?

“Sure, I guess.”

“Really now?” Maybe the guilt came from never telling him what was happening in her life when he was consistent with the many pictures of his work travels despite the distance and timezones.

“You in the mental state to handle it?” Almost a question to herself rather than him.

“Try me,” said Miche with all of his chest despite knowing full well that he was always the group’s victim. Quite an irony for someone who appeared as the scariest looking, always squealing at horror movies or Hanji’s lab experiments. Or when he had pissed Levi off enough to raise a false punch his way. Seeing that she was unsure with his answer as much as he was, Miche only nodded. “I’ve seen enough, I’m not squeamish anymore.”

“One year ago I almost pushed . . .” people do grow. And even if she was still plagued with many different struggles, she’s grown different from last year. Rephrasing it when his face didn’t change, she sat straighter. “Almost committed last year.”

“Ah,” he really thought he could handle it this time. 

He’s held up her hair before while vomiting her life after drinking when he was on the verge of throwing up from the mix of smells himself. Or when his hand landed on an insect hard enough that the wall had a hole too after she’d yelled for his name.

The distance they spent away from each other after college was enough time for him to realise that doing almost everything for her without a thought was . . . love. Even if he couldn’t handle them

“Yeah.” She breathed, shoulders relaxing as she ate. “Glad I’m still here, guess this counts as a celebration.” 

Of course, Miche wouldn’t think much of anything. Always the cool-headed one. 

“Glad to be here, wouldn’t be eating gelato with you.” She said before setting her eyes to watch the woman in a stall cut fruit at a speed she’s never imagined, leaving Miche to be in his own mind that was becoming louder and louder.

The TV played a familiar action movie he’s watched to unwind since his university days, his eyes set straight, trying not to look down on (Y/n) who was asleep on his lap. Head on the armrest of his couch and her upper body comfortably on top of his, her arms hugged the pillow he bought especially for nights when she slept over. His mind was louder than the dialogue of the movie he’s almost memorised.

When the next to scenes didn’t make sense anymore, he reached for the remote and pressed ‘pause’, finally allowing himself to look at her.

Tonight would’ve been a different one, a silent one. His house would be the meeting place as they all reminisced about a friend who left them too soon. Sat around in a circle in the backyard sharing their stories with her as they ate.

Feeling his heart swell, he reached for the remote again to turn the TV off.

How can such a face that brought so much light around them have . . . no, how could she think that such a thing was her only solution? No, how long had she been alone? 

Miche’s a man of a few words— even lacks the vocabulary to express himself even. But behind the bangs that she’s always loved to run her fingers through, his eyes spoke the most.

And as he stared at her, sleeping so peacefully in his hold, they glistened. A few stray tears escaped. There were so many questions that begged to be asked, but instead, he sniffled and bent down. Inhaling her scent to remind him that she was here.

She was in his house.

Asleep on his lap.

“Thank you for being with me.” Followed by sniffling.

His head rest above hers as he allowed the tears to silently flow. An arm holding her protectively.

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[midwinterhunt]

Archive Warning: graphic depictions of violence I have songs linked to specific parts, so if you can read on a divice that allows multiple taps i recommend playing the sangs in the background while you read.

Angel hadn't been meant to overhear the briefing. It wasn't even just that the younger bots were being kept out, because Bee, Mirage, and Nightflash were included. Optimus was planning a move against the Decepticons. He knew where they were, had the advantage, the element of surprise. And he left out Angel, who had the intel. But Angel knew why. He saw the images of Starscream up on the screen. He also saw the coordinates they had detected him at. Angel turned and ran without a word, if anyone was going to make Starscream pay for what he did, it would be Angel.

Starscream had been the one Angel answered to his whole life. He'd been a mentor, and in human terms, a parent. Not a good one, mind you. Angel had been afraid of him his whole life, afraid to defend himself, afraid to disobey, afraid of failing. He had developed habits and reactions that still followed him. He understood Optimus would never hurt him, but sometimes he still flinched if the bigger bot moved too fast. He still found himself feeling like the White Shadow when he was alone with Stormbrake. He wasn't sure he would ever fully shake off the weapon he had became to please Starscream. Angel had been the model assassin, been a shining beacon among Decepticon ranks, and still sometimes missed that position even if now he would never go back. He was happier now, but he could feel the way the others looked at him. They all either stared with pity or hate, seeing him as a sad little baby. It's what made them want to keep him from this mission, they thought he couldn't handle it, thought he would be reckless, or freeze in fear, well not anymore. Angel wasn't scared of Starscream anymore, he would put an end to this on his own! Angel drove at his top speed, certain he was speeding to the scariest moment of his life, and fully ready to face it.

Angel transformed from his truck mode as soon as he saw the grounded Decepticon warship. He readied his scythe and calmly walked forward.

There was no rush, no stealth, no hesitance as he approached, and Starscream watched. When Angel was close enough for the two of them to lock eyes, he felt his spark flutter, but he pushed that feeling aside and spoke before his ex mentor could open his mouth. "Hello. I'm here to finish our fight."

Starscream scoffed, "I thought I threw you away. I don't indulge in failed experiments. We never had a fight."

Angel tightened his grip on his weapon, "You made it a fight when you fucked with me and my family, you slimy motherfucker!" He didn't wait to listen to the next taunt before he closed the distance between them and force the much larger bot to dodge away from a swing of his scythe. Angel dodge a hand canon blast, and kept moving in, staying closer than Starscream's normal range. The old Con transformed and started to take off, easily falling back on his old tactic of shooting his enemies down from the sky, but Angel was ready for that. He was quick to grab on and hitch a ride up into the sky.

"Get off of me you vermin!" Starscream yelled.

Angel did not. He gouged into Starscream's right wing with his scythe until the two of them came crashing down on the top of the warship. Starscream rolled unceremoniously in a heap, and looked to Angel with seething rage. And Angel just felt.... numb. "You...." Angel stood as he spoke, "You're actually pathetic, aren't you? I can't believe I used to be so scared of you, like some kind of boogeyman. But all I see is a weak, desperate bot who would be better off surrendering before he embarrasses himself further."

Despite being incabable of full flight now, Starscream used his propulsion system to close the gap almost faster than Angel could block. Almost. Angel got his scythe up to protect himself just before he was pushed back over the ledge. "You will regret ever being made when I'm done with you!!" Starscream, well, screamed.

"Do it!" Angel called him on it, then pulled them both back over the ledge and into a freefall. Maybe it wasn't the smartest move, but if Angel was going down he would take this bastard with him.

Angel tried to maneuver so he would land on Starscream, maybe have his fall broken a bit, but the Con kicked away from him and even disarmed him of his scythe.

There was a brief moment where everything was peaceful. He let himself fall, closed his eyes, and just felt the air around him. Maybe he was making the wrong choice, not that he could turn back now. But did he really want Starscream's head on a spike?

All thoughts were abruptly slammed out of him when he hit the ground with all the force of his several hundred pound body falling at full velocity. He blacked out for a moment, but only a moment. The next thing he knew was the spear end of his weapon piercing through his shoulder and pinning him to the ground. He opened his eyes and saw Starscream standing above him, right before he struck Angel across the face while yelling, "Look what you've done to me!"

Angel bit through the pain, and reached his feet up to kick off the bigger bot. Big mistake. Starscream easily stomped Angels legs under his foot and shattered both of them. Angel's awareness swam and he just screamed at the pain, and how helpless he was like this. He desperately clawed at the spear to free it from his shoulder, but Starscream stepped on his free arm and pinned it to the ground as well. He could feel his arm cracking under the weight, but his attention was drawn to Starscream as he leaned close and spoke with quiet venom lacing his words, "Perhaps it was good for you to come back to me. If I can recycle some raw materials, perhaps this won't be a complete loss."

Ice seemed to run through Angel's body instead of energon, "What- What do you mean? What are you doing?!"

Instead of an answer, Angel had big hands grip onto his chestplate and begin to pull. Angel shook his head violently and strained his arms and kicked the stumps of his legs, "NO! NO nononnono! Don't- Don't do this!"

Starscream gave a cruel laugh, "Why not? You don't have any of your family around to help you. And you have no power. You're WEAK and you're only worth your scrapped parts." He gave a strong yank and Angel's primary chest plate came off easily and was discarded with a careless toss. And fought so hard against this that he began to tear his shoulder where the spear held him to the ground. As each protective outer piece of his chest was torn off and thrown away, he screamed and begged and for any way he might escape the worst agony of his life. Starscream gave a brief pause where Angel thought he would finally be put out of his misery, until Starscream spoke, "There it is."

Angel looked up, then down to where Starscream was looking. He was going to be sick. "N-" Oh god he could barely speak anymore. "Do-Don't touch it. Pleassee. Starscream, Starscream I'll... I'll do anything! You never have to hear about me again! I'll keep the Autobots away from you!" Starscream reached down and put his hand on Angel's exposed Spark Chamber. Angel's panic multiplied ten times over, he maxed out the volume of his voice box to the point of damaging it, "DON'T DO THIS! I'LL COME BACK TO YOU! I'LL NEVER DISOBEY AGAIN! I'LL BE GOOD!!" When Angel felt his Spark Chamber being forced open, he screamed so loud that birds scattered as far as the eye could see, and Starscream actually flinched. But that didn't stop the waking nightmare the young bot was trapped in. Pieces of his body that protected his very soul were torn to shreds and tossed away like garbage. When a big hand reaches inside where his Spark was hiding, he felt like suddenly was free. He didn't feel like he was in his body anymore. Everything was oddly muffled. He wasn't as scared anymore, or in pain, and in the distance he thought he could hear the voices of his family. Then he heard an explosion. Then he felt the pain again. He wasn't really aware, he was barely awake, maybe barely alive? He didn't know how bad of a condition he was in, but the frantic voices above him suggested it wasn't great.

He drifted in and out as the sounds of a battle played out in the background, then eventually faded away. Hands hovered over him, people argued, he didn't know who was there, but they didn't frighten him. He knew these voices wouldn't hurt him anymore.

"Oh god. Oh g- is he still alive?!"

"He's alive! He's- He can pull through this!"

"His SPARK IS EXPOSED! How do you expect him to pull through his ENTIRE body being ripped open! I…. There's so little left so save…"

Angel wanted to reassure them, to say he loved them, to promise it would be okay, but all he could really to was twitch his head and fingers, and make pitiful popping sounds from his strained voice box.

"Holy shit! Guys, he's awake!"

"What?! He's… Even like this he'd conscious?"

Someone spoke very close to Angel's face, "Hey…. no, shhhh. Don't try to talk. It's okay, kiddo. We'll get you to Ratchet. He'll…. We're gonna make you better, okay? So hang in there. Don't give up. Don't you dare fucking give up. You gotta fight to stay with us."

Angel wasn't sure he fully understood, it was getting harder to understand anything. But he tried to smile to show he was okay. There was uncomfortable silence after that, and any further voices were uncomfortable. A heavy canvas tarp was wrapped around Angel's body, and someone said something about "keeping it all in" as they did, then he was gently picked up and placed on back of some kind of large vehicle. He didn't know what kind, but it felt warm and safe like he was being gently held. He drifted off, and the last thing he heard was frantic shouting.

Cameo appearance from @the-starry-seas's Nightflash and Stormbrake.

Also gonna make @animerose96 look at this