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bloobeary · 3 years

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The hallway light is off when he gets home, but the one over the stove was on. Bucky knows that Steve did it on purpose so that Bucky wouldn’t have to stumble around inside in the middle of the night. It makes his heart stutter in his chest no matter how many times he sees it. So sweet, that guy of his. He’ll buy Steve some flowers, and make him breakfast and kiss him stupid tomorrow.

He toes off his boots at the door, and sets his bag down on the couch, that way it won’t make as much noise. There’s a few hours of night left before the sun starts to come up, a few hours before Steve peels himself out of bed and heads out for a run.

He’s asleep now, Bucky notices from where he creeps in through the bedroom door, arms around Bucky’s pillow, sheets around his hips. He’s even wearing one of Bucky’s old t-shirts, one that he’s sure he tossed in the hamper before he left. His mouth is a little open, and his hair is going every which way, and Bucky loves him so much it hurts to breathe.

He’s not around enough-- he knows this. Not that it’s on purpose, or Steve would ever hold it against him, but Bucky knows he misses him when he’s gone, just like Bucky misses Steve when he’s gone, too. But Steve gets all quiet and sad about it, mopes around like a droopy flower until Bucky gets home and refuses to admit that it’s hard on him. Usually, it doesn’t take much more than Bucky gluing himself to Steve like a burr to a sock for his smile to reach his eyes again, but Bucky’s not stupid. Plus, Natasha tattles.

Steve goes on ops just as much, ex-Captain America doesn’t get sidelined just because he changed uniforms, so Bucky doesn’t sleep much when Steve’s not around. He sits in bed staring at the ceiling until he can’t take it anymore. Things get fixed when Steve’s gone. Not that any of them are the ones that need to be fixed, but Bucky just needs something to do with his hands. He wonders if Natasha tells on him, too. They’re real pieces of work, two peas in one fucked up pod. They’re figuring it out.

The truth is they work too much, both of them. In and out of the house like it’ll hold them hostage if they stay for too long. Retirement comes up every so often, but even though Steve doesn’t carry the shield anymore, and Bucky’s not the Winter Soldier, they never get around to it. They’ve got too much time coiled in their bones to sit still, he thinks.

Really, Bucky doesn’t trust himself to ever leave if he gets used to being around Steve all the time. It’s hard enough leaving after they’ve got one day off together, Bucky can’t figure what it’d be like to take any actual amount of time off. After the helicarriers and everything else, Steve grabbed Bucky by the shoulders and said dont ever disappear on me again. Bucky shares the feeling. He thinks if they were to retire, officially and on paper, he’d never let Steve out of his sight again. That such a bad thing? He hears it in Steve’s voice, though he’ll never say it, not like that at least.

Bucky undresses quickly, quietly, on his side of the bed, back to the window so he can watch Steve sleep, make sure he doesn’t wake him up. He should shower, really--there’s dried sweat and what feels like a layer of grime caked onto his skin, even though he washed off the dried blood somewhat unceremoniously before debrief and he stinks. He should shower, but that would add ten minutes between him and Steve. It’s a selfish, unhygienic thought, but one he has anyways.

Steve takes a deep breath and stirs a little, and Bucky goes still, holds his breath until he settles again, face tucked into the pillow. Bucky’s heart feels too big for his body, then, and he decides that a shower can wait. He’ll change the sheets the next morning, as penance.

He crawls into his side of the bed, and wraps his arms around Steve’s middle, tucking his face into the rise of his neck and taking a breath. He smells clean and warm and a little like lavender--something about some fancy lotion he bought recently, his brain supplies-- he smells like home.

Bucky hopes a little distractedly that Steve will wake up on his own. He wants a kiss or a thousand and his heart yearns for Steve’s smile, but he also knows that once Steve’s up, he’s up. Bucky’s been jealous of him forever. How the hell can you get out of bed at three in the morning and be ready to go without so much as a cup of coffee? Standing there all chipper, eyes a little tired but bright nonetheless while the rest of the Howlies scraped themselves off the dirt trying to find some sort of energy. He could blame the serum, but the truth is he’s always been like that, even when he was too sick to stand. It’s absurd, is what it is. Bucky takes a breath and presses his lips to the back of Steve’s shoulder.

Steve doesn’t wake up quite, but he does lean back against Bucky’s chest, warm. It’s not a kiss, but it’ll do.

Not such a bad thing at all.

“Buck?” Steve asks sleepily, a few hours later, once the sun is filtering in through the blinds. He yawns and stretches a little. Bucky doesn’t even have to look at the clock to know that it's six-thirty on the dot. “When’d you come home?”

“Few hours ago.” He mumbles, and he feels Steve turn in his arms, and put a hand on his chest right over his heart. Bucky opens his eyes. The fine smatter of freckles over Steve’s nose greet him, and he can’t help but smile. “I love you,” He says, sincere, and Steve smiles, finally. Nearly a century’s worth of hearing it, and it still makes him blush. Some primal part of Bucky's ego swells with that. If he were anywhere near half awake he's probably puff his chest out like a fucking rooster or something equally stupid.

“Aw hell,” He says, laughing a little at himself before leaning forward to give Bucky a quick kiss. “I missed you. You okay?”

Bucky nods and holds Steve tighter, closer. “You gonna go run?”

Steve thinks about it, at least he pretends to. “No,” Steve says finally, simple as that. Bucky kisses him again.

Bucky could sleep another ten hours, and Steve’s liable to let him, even if he himself won’t. Steve puts a hand in Bucky’s hair and scratches at his scalp softly; it feels good, but Bucky makes a face, cause it’s dirty and greasy, and he really needs that shower. “What?”

Bucky shrugs. “I need a shower.” He says but makes no move to get up. “I stink.”

“You don’t.”

“Liar,” Bucky says, and then has to yawn right through it. “Don’t let me keep you if you got things to do.” He mumbles, resting his head against Steve’s collarbone.

It's mostly just so Steve doesn’t think he has to waste his day next to his exhausted and frankly quite dirty boyfriend. Not that said boyfriend will complain about lazing in bed all day next to him. In fact, that’s at the top of his things to do today list. He’s so warm and soft and right there. Bucky slides his hands up under Steve’s shirt, pressing them against his back. Bucky feels like he’s made of silly putty.

“Ain’t a damn thing in the world that’s more important than you,” Steve says, says it in the way he gets sometimes, all serious like he’s under oath or something. Bucky bites him and then kisses right over it.

“We work too much,” Bucky mumbles, feeling himself fall back into that syrupy sleep state. His hand is still in Bucky’s hair. He yawns again, and Steve smiles, kisses his nose. “Should take a vacation.”

“Should retire.” Steve one-ups him.

It’s a joke, kind of. Only it’s not.

“Yeah, we should,” Bucky says. He means it. He means it this time. “Sit on the porch and read the newspaper, and then fuck like married people at the end of the day,” Bucky says, and Steve laughs. He yawns again, and Steve says something, maybe, but he doesn’t quite catch it.

“Did you mean it?” Steve asks later, much later, when the sun’s going down again and they’ve both showered. He’s sitting on the opposite end of the couch, holding a cooling mug of tea in one hand, sketchbook open but untouched on his lap.

“Mean what?” Bucky asks, looking up from his phone. He pokes his socked foot into Steve’s hip when he doesn’t get an answer. “Hey,” He says, frowning a little. Steve won’t look at him, embarrassed for whatever reason. “Come here.” He asks, and Steve dutifully sets his cup down and snaps his sketchbook closed before scooching over to sit near Bucky. He throws an arm around his shoulders and manhandles him around, a little so that he’s sitting up against Bucky’s chest.

“Mean what, baby?” Bucky asks again.

Steve shrugs, and then sighs. He turns to look at him. “That we should retire.”

Bucky blinks and then thinks about it. He could do without shipping out every couple of days, he’s getting old, after all. They both are, technically, but Steve wears it better. Probably because he did all his sleeping in one go. Even then, Bucky’s a year older, so he has well earned the right to complain, thank you very much.

“Yeah.” He says, and it surprises both of them. Steve turns to look at him, eyes wide, mouth half caught on a smile like he’s not sure he should yet. “You?”

Steve nods. “Yeah, I think… I think I did.” He says, and then a smile curls onto his face. Bucky laughs at him, for good measure, and Steve kisses him. “I miss you, you know.”

“Aw, babe,” Bucky teases, resting his chin on Steve’s shoulder and hugging him close.

“Oh, Lord.” Steve chuckles and tries to squirm away, but it’s half-hearted, and Bucky’s got too good of a grip on him for it to work. “You miss me?”

“Course I fucking miss you,” Bucky says, honest, and Steve surprises him by grabbing him by the chin and kissing him. The angle is a little weird, but it doesn’t matter.

“So what now, huh?” Steve asks, and Bucky shrugs.

“Sit on the porch,” Bucky suggests, and Steve snorts.

“We ain’t got a porch.”

“I’ll get you a house with a porch that wraps all the way around it, like in that movie you made me watch,” Bucky says, and Steve laughs.

“The Notebook?”

“Sure.” Bucky says, not sure himself of the name but he does know that the end made him get a little teary-eyed, and Steve full-on cried, like snot-bubble cried, and they didn't let go of each other for the rest of the day. Not a very comedic romantic comedy.

“Yeah, and what else?" Steve asks, still half-joking. "Could we get a dog?"

Bucky thinks about it, thinks about how somewhere in the middle of Europe they found a stray litter of puppies, how Steve carried three of them zipped in the front of his jacket until they found the nearest inhabited town, how he tried to hide how upset he really was when they had to leave. Bucky takes a good long look at him, how there's still a light dusting of blush on his cheeks, and puts a hand on his face.

“Whatever you want, doll.” Bucky says, and he means it.

#something short and sweet #stucky #fic #canon? i barely know her #drabble #stevebucky #you can read her on ao3 too

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im-a-lil-simp · 4 years

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i saw your requests were open and i rlly like your writing! can i request a fluffy Technoblade x male reader? if you can add specifics can you also make the reader short and a twitch streamer? and Techno being very protective of him? if you dont mind that is

Technoblade with a Short Male S/o

Okay I got really scared you found who I was. Cause I am also male and I am extremely short (under 5 foot), so this goes out to my short kings, I love all of you. This was very close to my heart :)

I hope it was alright that I made it headcannons, but I tried to make it at least longer than normal headcannons that I would write. I almost had it done but half of it decided to delete itself so it took longer.

So, he's like a god compared to you.

In more ways than one.

Techno was least a foot taller than you, or at least around that that range.

He thinks that your height is very cute, like, extremely cute.

The way you have to look up at him in order to see his face makes him melt inside.

He loves how powerful he feels next to you, but he also feels as if he'll break you with the slightest touch or squeeze.

When he kisses you, he has to bend down a lot.

When he does that, he might pepper you face with kisses and make it seem as if he's losing his balance and can't find your lips.

Sometimes you get fed up with it and pull on his hoodie so that he gives you an actual kiss.

He'll usually laugh and cover the sides of your face with both of his hands.

And oh my god his hands.

Now, I'm not pulling a lunch club situation here, I'm just talking about how big they are in comparison to yours.

He isn't usually the one for pda, but occasionally in public or if you guys are at home, he'll hold your hand because he knows that his will just engulf yours.

You also steal his clothes.

A lot.

Especially his hoodies, they're always big on you and they always smell like him.

When you walk around the house in nothing but his clothes, he swears that you're the most attractive man on the planet.

He'll walk up behind you and wrap his arms all the way around your waist and put his chin on the top of your head.

On another note,

You guys have a pretty quiet relationship, generally keeping it to yourselves and your families.

Other creators knew about your relationship, but that was about it.

The only problem was, you were one of those creators.

You generally played more games than just minecraft, but like Quackity, you stilled played a lot of minecraft.

You started making more minecraft content after you got into the smp.

Doing bits with the others, you settled in nicely.

And the both of you were pretty comfortable in your relationship, so you had a lot of romantic bits on the server.

Hell, you were even canonically married to Sam.

This was all fine and dandy, until a few toxic stans started to get mean about.

They started calling you the 'smp slut'.

It flowed well and you didn't really care for a while.

But as more people adopted the name, it started to get under your skin and bother you more and more.

Once it started to bother you, Techno immediately noticed.

It took him weeks of prying before you finally caved and told him what was up.

It was then that he started to become protective.

He took you in his arms as you vented to him, rubbing your back slowly.

He wanted to continue to keep your relationship private, but this ground his gears too much.

The next time you went to stream, all went as normal, until about halfway through your stream.

You heard a knock on your door and you tried to ignore it, if you responded, your viewers would know someone else was in your house and question you on it.

When you didn't answer, Techno opened the door and strolled in.

You tried mouthing to him that you were streaming, but your chat definitely knew that someone was there because your facecam had been on.

He came into the view of the camera before you could stop him.

He didn't really show his face, save for a couple of times on his channel.

Most of your chat didn't recognize him immediately, as not everyone had seen that many of his videos.

"Hi chat"

Chat then blew up and you could not believe what was happening.

Why was he here?

Then he started to, calmly, go off, telling them to stop calling you those names because they're all just jokes.

And then he pulled out a specific sentence you did not expect.

"Plus, he's mine."

You were on stream or you would have kissed him right there.

But he did it for you, kissing you on your cheek before getting up and walking out of the room.

You wanted to melt.

From that point on, he wanted you to wear one of his hoodies every stream.

If you forgot or didn't want to, he wasn't mad, but that didn't usually happen in the first place. You loved his clothes.

It just made him feel better.

That way he knew there was always a piece of him with you.

Sometimes chat would notice how big it was on you and connect the dots.

Not everyone liked the thought of both of you together, but most people did.

The ship fanart was off the charts.

You still didn't show your relationship much, but people knew that Techno would step in for you if need be.

#mcyt x reader #dreamteam #dreamwastaken #mcyt #dreamsmp #wilbur soot x reader #technoblade x reader #wilbursoot #sleepybois #sleepybois x reader

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francescatelford · 3 years

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I was thinking how Evil Gideon can create both robots and clones based on human DNA and that if she really wants to win over the Legends she may need to build someone that could encapsulate the main qualities of the captains in order to take them down..(Maybe even the other parings 😏)

I love this season so far it’s one of the best and most organic of the Legends with an actual plot so whatever direction they are taking I’m pretty excited about it, it’s a perfect balance of humor and darkness, I think after 7 seasons they finally found a perfect formula for this crazy little show, it won’t surprise me if the keep going for 2-3 more season honestly, the writing is getting fresher instead of stale like many other CW superhero show…

I also think it would be cool for Gideon(maybe as cliffhanger end of season 7or later on) to create a Avalance human teenagers (maybe with fake memories and stuff) make her kinda evil in order to eliminate the legends and eventually the clone/human/avalance kid learning the truth, having an existential crisis and coming to terms with who she is and eventually join the legends and stuff.

It could be cool to have a teenager in the WaveRider and having each legends help her (yeah for sure a girl btw) growing up and learning from them the good, the bad and the crazy fun

Can you imagine a mix of assassine chaotic vibe from Sara and the OCD history nerd of Ava? I’d love to see it (babies usually ruin a show so I’d rather see a grow up avalance kid)

Also the perfect actress to be their teenage kid is Taylor Hickson imo

Leaving this here, I really think it would be cool and hoping for it

First of all thanks for this ask, my inbox is literally dead and i love this.

Yes i think this is their best season yet and im absolutely loving it, i don't want it to end either ): I think with these ratings we can easily get a season 8 and a 9, lets hope!

Like you i think babies ruin shows and so i don't want a pregnancy storyline and toddlers ect.. I would actually be a little sad bc i dont want them to have kids yet but it would be super cool if their kid from the future made an appearance! it would be funny because i think after a while they would catch on because they'd see some qualities of Ava and Sara in them for sure, plus i really want to see Sara's reaction too. it would be hilarious if Sara is like "she reminds me of my younger self- wait a damn minute".

This reminds me of another show that ended recently, i don't wanna mention it because its a huge spoiler ig. I ended up loving this character from the future and she was the perfect mix of her parents too. I would actually love it if we would see Avalance try and bond with her too. Probably would spend some quality time with Ava doing binders and rules lmao. Imagine if Evil Gideon's fake memories consists of being abandoned by her mums, maybe like they never have time for her or something and thats why shes rebellious and such, so then when Avalance connect the dots they're like "we would never abandon her, how is this possible??" and this is further confirmed as they bond. They eventually grow to love her. Plus how funny would it be to see Ava stress about two people now not just Sara cause Sara goes along with her shenanigans lmao. I kinda see her running around the ship twirling knives lmao.

Bonus: she flirts with other people her age (lowkey see her as a raging queer but-) from different time periods on missions like older seasons Sara and Sara is like "thats my girl!!" meanwhile Ava is like "stOP THAT1!!11!!! YOU WILL RUIN HISTORY!!1!!1 SARA DONT ENCOURAGE HER OH MY GOD"

YOOO YESSS I CAN TOTALLY SEE HER AS TAYLOR, SAME HAIR AND ALL AS EVIL SARA

#this was so fun to answer lmao #enjoy my adhd rambles #avalance #thanks for the ask

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scaredgirlsilly · 2 years

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theres a lot of british comedy (that ive seen at least) that just revolves around saying something funny, usually completely contradictory to the situation, but with the straightest possible face ever, and while its still funny idk i think i prefer when people laugh at their own jokes. like i want to see them enjoy the jokes they make. ive done jokes that i dont laugh at and other people do and it always feels a Lil Hollow yk like it could have been better. and ive slowly transitioned (lol) to jokes that make me and only me laugh and let me tell you its amazing! now i sound incomprehensible without like 5 minutes of backstory about 3 completely unrelated tumblr posts, one viral twitter drama, and a reference to the ship of theseus but ive already connected the dots before hand so im having a fucking blast

#random thought

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ignorancelive · 3 years

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FINALLY DOING ALL MY TAG GAMES AAAA IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO DO THESE

@whitedeadflower | pick my favourite albums for bill clinton to enjoy

not necessarily my favorites but i always pick the same 5 albums for these so i just put 4 albums i like a lot and have been listening to more recently <3

@opossuwu | 15 questions

1. What is the first song you remember hearing?

english songs: either learn to fly by foo fighters or human by the killers, i really cannot remember which one but it was around the same time im pretty sure

spanish songs: ALL the songs on/by rebelde, my sister was super into it when i was a baby so i heard so many of their songs right as i was learning to become a human

2. What is the first band you got into?

mmmmmmm probably one direction? if we’re not counting rebelde lol

3. Do you collect music on any physical format?

i collect almost all cds i know and like on CD and have recently started buying vinyl but i think im only going to get albums i really like on it since its more expensive

4. What is your favourite piece of music-related memorabilia/merchandise?

SO many things. i really like my nirvana and red hot chili peppers shirts because they make me feel cute! im also IN LOVE with the in utero angel sticker i bought on redbubble that has a transparent border so its JUST the angel, i stuck it on my record player and i love it so so much

5. What is your favourite concert you've been to?

i have not been to a concert yet :/ i went to a little student festival thing my university hosted for us and saw hunny + hayley kiyoko which was pretty neat

6. If you could see one artist (or band) who is no longer alive in concert, who would it be?

nirvana :(

7. Have you met any musicians?

i went to a cd signing for little mix when i was like 12-13 ish but thats the closest ive gotten lol

8. What is your go-to song/album when feeling sad?

i actually have a playlist of comfort songs to listen to when im sad, but i think the song i most consistently go to is encore by red hot chili peppers

9. What is your go-to song/album when feeling happy?

this one depends. probably hump de bump also by rhcp cause it SLAPS and always puts me in a better mood than when i started

10. What is one music-related documentary you love?

EYE only watched a few minutes of funky monks but im sure if i sat down to watch it now id love it. this is the worst question to ask me because i watch a ton of interviews on youtube so i cant even remember which ones were legit docus as opposed to just youtube vids so this question is gonna be basically unanswered. i do want to watch bob and the monster though

11. What is one concert DVD that you love?

i listen to it more as an album on spotify than watch it but Nirvana’s MTV Unplugged is so good

12. Do you prefer listening to playlists or full albums?

usually playlists! but occasionally ill play the albums i have on my player

13. Do you tend to listen to albums in order or on shuffle?

in order, shuffling them is rare

14. What is your favourite deep cut song by your favourite artist?

favorite artist is rhcp and honestly im? not fully sure. quixoticelixer slaps. and i like almost every song on im with you. but i think im gonna have to go with storm in a teacup cause i checked its streams and its not that popular </3

15. What is your favorite CD/vinyl/cassette that you own in terms of packaging?

THIS ONES SO HARD I LOVE PACKAGING DESIGNS. i love how rhcp’s im with you disc looks like because it has the track list on it but it doesnt look bad like other discs who do that do. booklet design i love vices and virtues by panic at the disco and american idiot by green day. idk what this would fall under but i also love how stadium arcadium’s booklet is held in the case and how when you take it out you see a picture of the band. and there are too many albums whose art i love so i cannot elaborate on that without making this 5xs longer lmao

@garbanz0 & @dailywilliams | top 5 songs ive had on repeat recently

according to spotify’s on repeat playlist:

but also according to my last.fm:

so basically red hot chili peppers own my ass

@badhe4d , @garbanz0 , & @catts-world | 10 songs you like, each by a different artist

uhhhhhhhhhhh

1. Monarchy of Roses - RHCP

2. Back and Forth - Foo Fighters

3. Heart of Glass - Blondie

4. Omission - John Frusciante and Josh Klinghoffer

5. Dance with Me - Sir, Please

6. Henrietta - The Fratellis

7. Breed - Nirvana

8. Mary - The Happy Fits

9. Girls and Boys - Blur

10. It’s All So Incredibly Loud - Glass Animals

@psychoticbreak | suppose you’re being sent to a deserted island for the rest of your life, and you can only choose 10 records to bring with you and those are the only albums you can listen to for the remainder of your life; what albums are they

oh GOD ok

1. in utero - nirvana

2. stadium arcadium - RHCP

3. nothing personal - all time low

4. red - taylor swift

5. after laughter - paramore

6. wasting light - foo fighters

7. im with you + im beside you if you count them as the same album - RHCP

8. so wrong its right - all time low

9. american idiot - green day

10. inside of emptiness - john frusciante

@mark-hoppuss | shuffle my playlist and list the first ten songs that come up

1. New Invention - I Don’t Know How But They Found Me

2. Thanks to You - All Time Low

3. Por Que Me Haces Llorar? - Juan Gabriel

4. Torture Me - Red Hot Chili Peppers

5. Speak Now - Taylor Swift

6. Prayer of the Refugee - Rise Against

7. Going Away to College - blink-182

8. Time-Bomb - All Time Low

9. DNA. - Kendrick Lamar

10. Heaven is a Place on Earth - Belinda Carlisle

@frafru1 , @whitedeadflower , & @psychoticbreak | make a playlist with the letters of my name

Lithium by Nirvana

Universally Speaking by RHCP

Pool by Paramore

Eye Opener by Dot Hacker

@badhe4d | post my lock screen, the last song I listened to and the last picture I saved on my phone

friends name blocked out but. an interesting screenshot. yes i have flea’s tweet notifs on and use twitter for absolutely nothing else. yes i have email notifs on

if screenshots count:

if they DONT count and you mean purely just saving:

my icon and boyfriend <3

@badhe4d | 7 questions to get to know me better

three ships: not romantically because i dont believe in shipping irl people but i love everyone in rhcp’s gay polycule energy. specifically john and anthony in the 80s. romantically tho mickey and ian in shameless. i dont think i have a third one? me and my bisexual mutuals <3

last song: i shuffled a ton of songs and skipped for some of these tags but before those i was listening to the album weird kids by we are the in crowd as a tbt, specifically the song manners

last movie: inside by bo burnham but if you dont count that, hereditary

currently watching: it is very difficult for me to watch shows so im currently just watching youtube lol

currently reading: nothing. i cannot read :( bc of attention issues not bc im illiterate

currently consuming: banana bread :3

currently craving: RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS RELEASE YOUR FUCKING ALBUM CHALLENGE

@the-replacemints | top 10 favorite debut albums

NOT in order. also it took way too long to come up with this list lol

1. Concentrate - The Happy Fits

2. So Wrong It’s Right - All Time Low

3. SOUR - Olivia Rodrigo

4. Strange Desire - Bleachers

5. RAZZMATAZZ - I Dont Know How But They Found Me

6. Hot Fuss - The Killers

7. Vampire Weekend - Vampire Weekend

8. Bleach - Nirvana

9. Costello Music - The Fratellis

10. WALK THE MOON - Walk The Moon

because theres so many of these im not gonna tag people for each individual prompt but if you tagged me in one of these i tag you in whichever ones you wanna do <3

#IT TOOK ME TWO HOURS TO FINISH THESE #tag games

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star-sailor-tales · 4 years

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DREAMS

Itwas quiet aboard the S.S Mantis. We were returning to the Verilian home planet Eridia, and had about a weeks time to go. There wasn't much to do outside of our assigned tasks, and even then, we worked in content silence. The engines hummed and the small creaks from the ship just barely filled the air.

I was lounging in my quarters, door slightly open. Drifting in and out of sleep, dreams began to fill my mind.

It was a dream of my home on earth, back when I was a child. Everything was just a little different but the main scenery was there. A large tree with crisp green leafs, a slightly browning yard, the grass yellow from the apparent summer heat. I was alone, but the world still felt lived in, like I was in the company of friends that I hadn't seen in a while.

I saw someone leave the neighbooring house, an old friend of mine. She looked older than I remembered, but still had her defining features. Green eyes, blonde hair.

"Hello! Its been a while! What are you doing here?" She called out to me. I happily walked up to greet her back.

"Hey! It has been, and not much! What about you?"

"I live here silly!" She replied.

"Ah, right haha! Im just visiting the old house." I said, looking at the window that was at the top of the inside stairs.

"Yeah, they got rid of the stained glass." Her voice sounded sad.

"What, really? But it was so nice!" I gasped, shocked. She shrugged in response. She smiled.

"It's good to see you again, but I think someone needs you."

I tipped my head.

"Huh?"

"Hey, hey!" Wait, that wasnt her voice.

I awoke back in the ship. My sight was blurry from sleep and I looked around, trying to focus.

"Hey, you were talking but not responding, are you okay?"

I looked to my right to see Maple, our medic, looking down at me in worry.

I rubbed my eyes, flecks of light dotting my vision.

"I...yeah I'm fine." I was interupted by a yawn, "I was just dreaming, nothing to worry about." I replied groggily.

"Wait, were you asleep? If so, im sorry I woke you."

"No no, it's fine, just a quick nap" I reassured them. They paused for a moment, thinking.

"What is, 'dreaming'? I thought that when humans sleep, they can't do anything." Maple asked.

I thought for a few moments.

"Well, thats a difficult question... you know how, when you imagine something, you can kind of see it play out in your mind?" I began.

Maple tipped their head.

"I suppose, yes."

"Well, a dream is when... oh boy uh... I guess the best way I can say it is that your mind makes a scenario FOR you. You dont really have control over it, and you have no idea what its gonna be. It can be nice and calm, or fast paced and scary. We call those ones, 'nightmares'."

Even as I tried to explain, I could tell that they didn't really understand.

"How is that possible? How can you not control such a huge aspect of yourself?" Maple asked, obviously very confused.

"Er, well, I dont really have an answer to that. No one knows for sure how or why we dream, but usually, when we are in a dream, we don't even realize it. When people DO realize they are dreaming, its called a 'lucid dream'. Some people think that you can see the future in your dreams, and predict things that are going to happen." I rambled on.

"I... see."

"Its okay if you dont understand, I dont either. I think its one of those things that we will never figure out. It doesn't hurt us, so we really have no reason to worry about it." I assured.

"Hmm... well, alright, as long as you are okay. I shall let you get back to your dreaming."

I chuckled.

"Thank you Maple."

#the adventures of humans in space #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #earth is space australia #humans are space oddities #humans are space australians #dedicated to a very sweet user who sent me a really motivating message #seriously thank you #it meant a lot to me

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twobrokenwyngs · 3 years

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blogging about blogging? sure, why not. tagged by @old-long-john - thank you my darling!

1. Why did you choose your url?

it's the internet handle I've been using since high school, it's from an AFI lyric, since they were my ~fav band~ back then

2. Any side blogs?

lmao yeah, I have a prompt blog for Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find them, @fantasticbeastsprompts, but then the sequel happened, so. it still exists, though idk why at this point

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

since May 2011 apparently, omg that's WILD

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I do not!!! prob a good thing for any new followers & mutuals to know. I keep a queue with no tag, so. that's a thing.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

I... THINK... I started it because of Team Starkid? It quickly became an Aidan Turner blog but I more-or-less still had no idea how tumblr worked during those phases

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

because I love them ;_; I had Silverflint for the longest time, even long after I disengaged from the fandom, and Tommy & Alfie have been the only ship that seemed powerful enough to live up to that ship, so. I'm sure I'll be keeping this one for a long time. for the vibes.

7. Why did you choose your header?

y'know, I have no goddamn idea. like... at all

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

it seems my top 3 most popular original posts are this, this & this

9. How many mutuals do you have?

I'm not sure how to find out this information tbh!

10. How many followers do you have?

under 2k

11. How many people do you follow?

444 and its a burden lmao

12. Have you ever made a shit post?

...have I? I actually dont think I have lol

13. How often do you use tumblr a day?

a lot. like a lot. like a lot a lot. it's my main social media lol

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

yes lol

15. How do you feel about the ‘you need to reblog’ posts?

I generally roll my eyes at them or scoff privately about them to a friend. anything that guilts people into doing things on tumblr dot com is... annoying

16. Do you like tag games?

I do! even if I don't... often participate

17. Do you like ask games?

see #16

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

oh man. I definitely have a handful of mutuals I consider tumblr famous, some of whom may not even have that many followers but in MY eyes... they definitely are. I wont put any of my friends on blast but I will say I had a toootal fan moment when @lqtraintracks, superstar of Drarry fic, followed me back

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

wouldn't you like to know!!!

20. Tags

sure, I'll tag... @ultraballantine @trillgutterbug @petrichorus @clockheartedcrocodile @whoreschach @arthurwilde @rosewaterbobagrapefruit ...lol idk, the usual suspects, thats just who came to mind! obv no pressure blah blah blah

#tag games #its friday and im at WOOOORK #im ready to be DONEEEE

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ziracona · 4 years

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T-The gang playing Among Us? Oh!? That's chaos I'd love to know more of!

They had a lot of legendary matches, but the three best were with Dwight and Jake as imposters, Quentin and Jane as imposters, and Jake and David as imposters.

So, Quentin and Jane get imposter pretty early. Jane is competitive, and does a great job. Pulls off some legendary kills with lights off in the middle of a group. Quentin and she tag team well, and provide alibis a few times without being suspicious. Gets down to him and Jane still alive, four crewmembers left. Crewmembers have lost three and ejected one, and know they’re in deep. One more kill will probably lose them the game. Claudette, Nea, Adam, and Jeff are still up. Meg ejected, David, Susie, and Min killed. Claudette is off with Quentin for repairs. Jane kills Nea across the ship. Nobody has found the body/reported, but he knows that she went with Nea and wants to get one and have him kill another, and Jane works fast so he knows it’s probably already happened, and as soon as he kills her He kills it’s game. But when they’re pairing off in chat no one wants to go with Claudette bc she found two of the bodies and has been alone a lot, so he volunteered too be nice,’ but jokingly was like “You’re not gonna kill me though, right?” And she was like “No! Of course. I’m not an imposter, and even if I was, you offered to come with me even though it was risky so I wouldn’t be a sitting duck alone. I’d never kill you. : )” and the guilt is so real. She’s just happily bouncing alongside walking to a dark corner to repair a sabotage, totally security, total faith in him. Philip has been banned from Among Us because when they played Mafia he sold out his team because he didn’t want to kill Claudette and Quentin knows the stakes but he can’t take it. Is super ready and in position to off her, but. :’-] She’s so trusting. She was like “if one of the others pops up and comes at us, you run away and I’ll slow them down, so you have time to report and call in who it was and can save the others. You died last round and I didn’t so you should get to make it this time if one of us can’t!” And Jeff walked past a doorway while they were walking and she ran out in front of him just in case and he can’t do it. Gets her to come with him and runs off and bc she trusts him she follows. They book all the way to Nea’s body, which Quentin knew would be there, and Quentin reports, goes “I’m an imposter and Jane’s the other one I can’t do it just kill us” and throws the match. Jane is furious, then decides it’s actually hilarious and doesn’t mind. Quentin has to go sit the next six matches out in the shame corner with Philip, though, but Claudette is happy. Until she gets super tunneled for like six matches back to back.

Jake and David get imposter while Quentin is still in the banned corner. They have an agressive strategy that causes so much constant pandemonium it’s really hard to think. It’s going great—Susie, Nea, and Dwight dead. Forced all votes to a pass becuase no one knew shit, except one time, which bumped off an incredulous Adam. Kate, Laurie, Min, and Meg still up. They see Kate and Laurie off near each other, go to kill both. Laurie dies, and Kate sees Jake coming, connects two dots, and books. Runs for where Laurie was last. David is on cooldown and can’t touch her. Makes it to Laurie’s body right before Jake is in range, fkn by the skin of her teeth, reports body, screams to the chat it was David and Jake. David and Jake are like “she’s flipping out becuase we saw her kill Laurie” and Kate is like “Listen to me. We’re down to three. One more dies, it’s all over. If we vote off Jake, and one of us can hit the emergency meeting button right after, we win. We’re at the table, it hasn’t been used. If not we dont do this, and pass a vote, or vote the wrong person, or anything, we die. Min you know it’s not me. I don’t have an alibi but you were railing on me for being a predictable imposter when we were a team, becuase I killed the people who trusted me last. You know I’d never kill Laurie before Jake.” And Min’s like “Damn she makes a good point 🤔” & Meg is like “Mmm and if Jake and David were together when she made the call, then if Kate is an imposter, it can’t be either of them. Becuase they’d have just killed the other and won if it was Kate and one of them. So that would mean it’s me or Min and her, and it’s not me, and it’s not Min. Because Nea died right after Susie, and Min would have either killed Nea first or last for the drama and maybe not at all, and I am not killing my girl like that. So it’s not us. So it can’t be Kate. So it’s Jake and David.” And they vote off Jake and it’s a “who can slam a button first” contest the second the meeting ends, but Min gets lucky and is immediately able to call a meeting before David can even kill another and they get David too, and win.

The Dwight and Jake match was second to last one, and they’d both had failed turns as imposters before, and some quite frustrating, and during a snack break together were like “Ok if it’s ever us, here’s the plan.” Keep not getting picked together though. Claudette is frustrated to tears because after Quentin gave up for her, people keep killing her, and last match she got voted off when she knew who the killer was, and she is sad because no one listened /and/ they killed her. Gets imposter and tries really hard, but gets unlucky and kills like right when someone is checking cameras and it’s legit just bad luck, but gets teased and is not happy about it. Jake and Dwight are like, ‘Hey. So you’re annoyed too right? What do you say to being in on our plan. We could pull off the /ultimate/ scam. If we ever get picked.’ And she’s like “I don’t know I don’t want to play sneaky...” but then she gets killed first by Nea, again, like, 13 seconds in, and is like >:-[ “ok yes I want to scam.” So they hash out a plan. And then? Second to last round? They finally get imposter and the boys are like 😏.

So. Dwight and Jake do the totally normal seeming little pre-determined movement that is code to Claudette it’s them and it’s game time. Dwight and Claudette go to the same area, Dwight kills her, Jake sees him, immediately reports. Avenges Claudette and outs him, Dwight is ejected as imposter. Acts betrayed by Jake for not covering and Jake is like “I’m a boyfriend, but I draw the line at murder” and they hold character really wells Survivors feeling great. Round one seems to be a big win. It ain’t. It’s a trap. From here on, Dwight causes basically /all/ sabotages, step by step doing it where some teammate went solo as a ghost imposter, or near where Jake sneaks off to kill someone, but is careful to make sure he gets clear. They get doors shut, lights out, it’s executed to perfection. Whoever dies is usually a person who walked off with someone else, or Jake has an alibi, and he’s never near the issues. Always with someone except the very first time there’s a sabotage. Also, he’s out there doing Crewmate tasks, which have /always/ been done like he says, which he shouldn’t be able to do as an imposter, but people see him. So? And he kills Nea, Laurie finds and reports, Meg is voted off. One imposter left, five Crewmates: Laurie, Quentin (finally allowed back in), Jeff, Kate, and Min. Kate is killed, Quentin finds and reports. They pass on a vote becuase numbers are dwindling and they just don’t know, but Laurie hella suspects Jake. Says “I think you voted off Dwight to make yourself look innocent.” Jake is like “I swear to god, I can prove it. I have been doing my tasks—Jeff, you were with me! You saw!” And Jeff is like “I wasn’t paying a bunch of attention but I think he’s telling the truth. I’m pretty sure I saw him using the canons—like 90%.” So they pass on a vote. At Laurie’s insistence, though, they go in a group and Jake is like “watch. Could an imposter do /this/?” And does a Crewmate task. Bodyscans himself for all the world to see. Only, he doesn’t. Claudette’s ghost does, like she has been. But uh. Since none of them can /see/ it. 😏 And Laurie is like “Well shoot. I thought I was onto something.” Min finds that sus, and when Jeff turns up dead a little bit later, convinces the others to vote off Laurie. Leaving her, Quentin, and Jake. And Jake immediately kills her, leaving Quentin up per Claudette’s request, and snags a win that makes everyone lose their mind until it is explained how they did it. The trio could not be more smug. Claudette feels a little bad because they kiiinda cheated? Technically broke no rules, but, it was a dick move. But Min is like “Nah if I died first for six rounds in a row and then the one time I saw a murder my team voted me off, and proceeded to have the gall to ignore my good intel and lose, I too would have totally done that” and she feels better. Jake has 0 regrets and neither does Dwight period. Last round is just a normal chill one, and less memorable, but that second to last lives on in infamy. Also makes people super suspicious forever about what they can trust as proof of crewmate. Jake loves the legacy. 😏 Dream-team trio really did that.

#ask #panna-pan #in living memory (fic)#in living memory #ilm spoilers #dead by daylight

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beacon-lamp · 4 years

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5, 7, 10, 15, 19 - Moo Moo or Jay idk how people know me anymore but (dream team voice) hi!

moomoo!!! hiii

@moo-moo-meadows

5. What's your favorite mc video/series?

hermitcraft is what made me fall down the rabbit hole of mcyt back in march. i was Bored out of my mind and literally binge watched all of grian’s season 6 in like 2-3 weeks on a whim because one of his building tutorials was recommended to me and i checked out his channel for more tutorials. and it’s the series that made me Want to play minecraft. i just had never realized How Much was possible in just a regular vanilla world.

the other is minecraft manhunt, which i found in may. i usually get bored of series after a few videos if they’re just the same concept but slightly tweaked (i.e. minecraft but...) but minecraft manhunt never ceases to amaze me. the editing, the Skill, the chemistry between all of them. it’s Phenomenal. i’m always surprised by the tricks they pull and it’s really nice to watch all of them Improve their skills over time.

7. What’s your opinion on shipping?

i mean i personally don’t actively ship anymore but i don’t really care if other people do it. also to me, shipping is just entertaining the idea of 2 people together; it’s not like “oh i Want Them To Date”. but fan culture has Changed a Lot over the last 6 years so. also the line becomes very iffy when it comes to irl people and not fictional characters.

bottom line, as long as people are respectful to each other and to the creators themselves and they’re not being weird or creepy about it, i don’t really have a problem with it. im just a random person on the internet. no one is going to give half a fuck about what i think and people are going to do what they want to do anyways so. if something is really problematic, i’ll probably shoot them a “hey dont do this and here’s why” comment. but normally if i see something i Don’t Agree with, i’m just going to ignore it and move on with my day.

10. Which mcyt would you want to hug the most, given the chance to? (If you'd hug any of them at all)

nihachu because she’d likely be the most comfortable/open to it and idk i just really like her vibe? she just seems very huggable.

15. Favorite fanfic, if you read them?

someone else asked me this loll but i’ve only ever read facadecake’s “minecraft but we can’t leave” and dream-dots’ “a thousand deaths”. both are amazing.

19. Have you picked up any vocabulary from mcyts?

i dont know about vocabulary but i’ve definitely adopted technoblade’s speech cadence a bit. and i’ve said “not even close” a few times when playing games w my friends. i also just want to be able to spout Extremely Powerful Phrases at the drop of a hat but alas i am not an english major.

#wow this was Long #remember when i would make really long tangents that no one asked for????#that part of me is Still Here #bolded the important stuff #sorry it's so late hope you see this #ty for the askkk :)#moo-moo-meadows #i appreciate it a lot :)#beacon answers #Anonymous #long post

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spnshameblog · 4 years

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Look, i'm just here to have a good time, i just wanna get through the day by looking at cas and developing brand new disorders. But the unmistakable stench of ~discourse~ is wafting over my quaint little eremitage and bc i know that i have been in fandom spaces longer than some of you (and appropriately ashamed of it) i wanna share some pretty solid red flags to look out for:

1. People insisting that a fandom is drama free. Thats just never true and the people saying this are usually the centre of all drama.

2. People trying to keep a fandom "drama free" at all costs. Sometimes discussions need to be had and people need to be called out. Stifling conflict at all costs mostly hurts minorities in fandom spaces, bc its usually their valid criticism of racist/homophobic tropes and behaviour that gets supressed. Insisting everyone be nice to each other at all times is a sign of immense privilege and ignorance.

3. Fandom moms. Specifically older fandom members wanting to show newer/younger members the ropes, telling them who they can interact with and who is "bad news". (Yes i fully get the irony of me making this post.) This is sometimes used maliciously to groom younger or underage fandom members.

4. People starting drama for shits and giggles and then acting like a victim when people get angry at you. Sometimes a little drama is funny and often its necessary, but ppl specifically starting drama for attention so they can then act like a victim in front of their followers are weird.

5. People bringing the "tumblr discourse of the day" into fandom spaces. This is happening less and less as twitter is replacing tumblr as the discourse oven, but i vividly remember someone posting "bucky barnes hates ace people :)" a few years back and im begging yall not to bring back this shit.

6. People having extreme parasocial relationships with actors/creators. Look, we all have parasocial relationships, theres no need to deny this. Thats what celebrities are for lmao. They post shit and interact with fans for this specific reason, theorising and talking about them is perfectly normal. Moderation is key. Its perfectly fine to try and connect dots between the bits of information they choose to share with us, whats not fine is prying into their personal lives and publishing private stuff they didnt activelly publish themselves. You shouldnt kid yourself into believing you actually know anything about them. Also like.... have a little restraint lmao. Just because a person doesnt immediately react negatively or dismissive when you ask them inappropriate stuff doesnt mean theyre ok with it lol. Especially if their livelihood depends on people liking them. Posting weird shit on tumblr is FINE, everyone knows this and theyre not looking here unless they want to see it. But for the love of fuck dont send them this shit on twitter.

Now, some of these are immediate dealbreakers and some of these are perfectly fine on their own and all of these exist on a spectrum. Most ppl in fandom are at least partially "guilty" of some of these. I sure as hell have started a little drama here and there and i know that simply making this post puts me in fandom mom territory. Its about the dosage, you know?

Oh yeah and shipping inc*st is bad, i dont know why we're having a discussion about this.

#supernatural #spn #dishoarse #there are many reasons why i like remaining a spectator #personal experience etc #m

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 5 years

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Doggy Paddle, Doggy Style. Same Thing.

Summary- Starlord x Y/N. Peter Quill finally decides to visit Earth again. SMUT, Nsfw. Written for @official-and-unstable-satan fic off challenge. Challenged by @p8tn0lish. Thanks Babes!

Word Count- 2.3k

“Lets talk about this plan of yours. I think its good. Except it sucks.” Peter told you, his very much tolerable girlfriend, whom at this point were just used to his blunt attitude, and his need for taking over plans. Your hands went to your hips when you decided to question him.

“Whats wrong with visiting Zandar? Its nice, people are friendly, and just cause you cant seem to stay out of trouble there, that isnt my fault.” You happened to like the planet, even though Quill had a perchance to land into trouble, maybe it was the better option to let him chose where you two go. Rocket took Groot and Drax on a bit of a side quest, at your request and a big payout to Rockets account. You werent about to just blow this opportunity to zip around space, as you hoped the the fates, Peter wasnt about to suggest.

“Earth” Peter shocked you, he rarely talked about Earth, and typically you all were all the way across the universe from the vividly blue and green planet. Peter was human, that was his home, but he hadnt been there since Yondu collected him.

“You really want to go to Earth?” You questioned, clearly the hesitation in your voice. You had been asking him for years if he wanted to visit his home planet. And every time it was “No way babes, theres far better places to go” or “maybe after this job, cant pass this up.” and you all would zip to some far off corner as far away as possible.

“Yup, in fact…. we be leaving right now, cause Im the captain.” Stealing a playful kiss, his hand grasping your chin and pulling you into him, his tongue danced over your lips and past your teeth to stroke a needy fucking whimper before smacking your ass, and falling into the seat at the controls, flipping them and a cocky grin was flashed at you as he stated. “How many jumps we got Sexy?”

You to lick your lips after that kiss, it was one that you knew he would be playing off of for hours, little tickles here, nibbles in passing there. Quill was the best kind of frustrating man there was. “Uuuh… 10 jumps.”

“Showtime baby!” With a push forward of a handle on the dash, the ship raced forward and prepared for the first jump. You settle in, feet up on the dash and you reach for a bag of snacks next to the seat, popping them in. “So, where we going on earth?”

He typed in some coordinates and popped open his mouth for you to toss a morsel into, leaning back to catch it, and turned back to the screen. “Fountain Lake… my grandad used to take me there fishing after Mom got sick, give her some peace and quiet. He would bring an old radio along, and we would spend the day out there. Usually I was doing cannon balls off the side, but once in a while he get a pole in my hands.”

You nod, letting his memories take shape in your imagination. You imagined Quill to be a curly haired boy, sun tanned freckles dotting his face and shoulders, much like they do now if you all happen to go to some planet with a bright sun. Maybe the corner of his mouth would flash up in a wide gaped toothy grin, having lost a front tooth. The idea of it made you smile to yourself, and you toss another piece of your snack at him. “You gonna teach me to swim? Cause I dont know how”

“Oh baby, well you are looking at the master.” He winked, and unsnapping his belt, he reached over and collected you, tossing you over his shoulder and retreating to the back. “How about I give you a lesson in doggy style right now.” You two still had a couple hours till you arrived to earth, and Peter set you right on your shared bed, you tugging him down to kiss you, biting his lip with a growl. “Didnt we do doggy style last night? Didnt I pass?”

He spanked your ass at that bite, and his hand grasped your waist, flipping you to your stomach, making you giggle. “Nope you didnt, why were doing this again baby, gotta know at least one technique before we land.” You arch your ass in the air wiggling it, biting your lip. “I think Im pretty good in several styles.” He moved to slide your shirt up your back and over your head, kissing up your spine and biting lightly on the back of your neck. “Well that you are, but its my duty to assure your saftety in knowing at least the most basic techniques after all.”

“Sure whatever you say Quill, if you INSIST” His fingers then hooked in the band of your pants, and slid them down to, you lifted one leg, and then switched to the other till they were off as well. His hands covered your ass cheeks, still a bit red from earlier and kneaded them. “Mmmhhh so pretty bent like this baby.” His teasing from earlier distracted as he admired you. Sliding a hand into the small of your back, he bent you down further till there was a distinct arch, all for him.

You of course are more then ready to feel him slide into you, and you arch your ass back to press into his groin, taking the chance to look over your shoulder at him. “Sure am Starlord” You purr out and wiggle brows. He dips his head and takes a nip at your cheek, leaving teeth marks and making you squeal. Hands working at his belt and yanking his pants down to his ankles, a grasp to his cock slides between the folds, making you whimper feeling his thich head spreading your arousal and flick against your sensitive throbbing nerves, arching from it. “Call me that again.”

“Okay, your such a fucken god damn tease, STARLORD.” You push back, the length of his cock filling between the folds, him rutting behind you, but he was holding back from entering you yet, his hands slid up your sides and around to grasp and fondle your breasts. Teasing, twisting, pulling, you groan in frustration at his cock teasing your folds, and the fact his fucking hands were playing you, you started to whine as he draped over your back, and kissed on your neck, his tongue lapping over the pulse and along your earlobe. “So so so pretty for Starlord, okay whiny baby.”

His cock pushed against your entrance stretching around to accept him as he didnt toy you open earlier with his fingers. It was that tight and burning as he continued sliding into your wet entrance, you would have thrust back to bottom him right away, but he had moved up and grasped your hips to hold your still “Yea, Im well aware from yesterday how impatient you get.” Teasing as you fought for it, and all that wriggling your hips in his hold issued you another stinging swat, this time to your pussy after he finished filling you. Not that made you snap taunt, and your channel to flex around him, drawing the most guttered moan from above you.

So you two both breathed through it, you still flexing and adjusting around him, that arch in your back, angling you Peter insisted on, well it changed the whole sensation. so much fuller then before, the fist time he dragged his cock through your channel to pull out, you moaned at how sensitive you were. His hand grasped your waist, and he started sharp snaps of his hips, and it pushed you right into the mattress, your face driven in and muffling your moans and gasps of his name, and it drove you mad.

“Oh no sweetheart, what is my name?”

Fucking Quill, he was all about driving you to calling out Starlord. His hand wrapped around your throat and tipped your head back, still thrusting into you enough to rock your body, fuck, could he go deeper? He leaned over your back, holding himself inside, the pressure built into maddening quantities, squeezing around him, two can play that game. Fuck, can he stay that seated in you. His hand around your neck, squeezed enough to cut off air, enough for you to see spots, and drive all those sensations further.

“Starlord, STARLORD”

“Good girl…” He muttered against your shoulder, and he released his hold. His fingers slipped between your thighs and pressured that bud, twirling, swirling, pressing as he rubbed, a fire spiraling along your limbs to pool in that nerve he toyed, until you were screaming, gushing yourself around him, and flying high as a mother fucking kite. His thrusts didnt slow any, and that hand he teased you with, he shoved those fingers in your mouth, leaving you to suck on them while he followed through with his own chase, just tasting yourself, fuck. HIs hips continuing to slam him against you, your arousal leaving you all over his groin, erratic and faster, your heightened senses left you gasping and lightly biting on his fingers.

The sound of his balls slapping against your ass left him cursing and you pushed back to meet him, squeezing vice like, enough to drive him over the edge, and you gave the most filthiest satisfied moans, feeling him coat your walls, and push himself in deeper as he groaned against the back of your head. Your limbs started to shake underneath his weight, your words muffled and he slid his fingers from your mouth and rubbed down your side, tipping his head to kiss along your neck. “Quill, your crushing me… “ You mention, and he circles your hand around your waist and tips the two of you over, him the big spoon, curling around you, not slowing down as he massaged your hip and kissed up and down your shoulder before laying back slightly. You had to admit, feeling satisfied, and cocooned in his embrace, you were loathed to check on how many jumps you had left.

“Its on an alarm, we will know when were close.” Just like he was reading your thoughts, he was quick to pick up on what you were thinking.

“Good, cause im not ready to leave you.” you wrap his arm gracing your stomach and hold him there.

“Yea, same here Sweetness” And you can feel how hes still buried in you, his chest pressed against your back and his warm breaths against the back of your neck. You two stay like this for a while, drifting off and on till that alarm beeps. At some point he had rolled to his back, snoring softly, and you shift to the end of the bed, grabbing a pair of panties that were discarded earlier, and your shirt. Slipping it on as you walked to the control panel and silenced the alarm. Below you, taking up the main front of the ship was the sight of earth.

Its beauty never failed to catch your breath, all that vivid blue, dotted with green and tan so scattered, small white wisps swirling in what appeared to be unusual patterns. One half brightly light, and the other, shadowed, seeming to hide from sight, and yet little fireflies of light scattered throughout in the cities. And so full of life, teeming with it, even though from here, you could see none of it short of the electricity scattered. You felt an arm wrap around you and Quill, unnaturally quiet stepped up beside you.

“Beautiful, isnt it?” You say as you lean your hear against his shoulder.

“Yes it is… Yondu never liked coming back here, and it slipped my mind what it looked like. When I left his ship, I was never ready to return.”

“Well… how about we introduce Starlord to home?”

“I would like that very much” His arm tightened around your shoulder and he kissed your temple “Lets begin the descent.”

“Aye aye Cap’n” you teased and the two of you got to work.

The first step off the ship left you in bright sunshine, trees scattered along the edge, partially hiding the ship, the rest covered with a cloaking mechanism. Peter watched you with a smile as you leaned down and untied your shoes, kicking them off, a yank of the socks to push your feet into the grass. It tickled, but the cool blades that released an earthy sent when you pushed your feet to dig in.

“Come on, lets actually swim doggy paddle this time.” He winked and taking your hand, led you down to the beach, careful as you walked against the pebbled shore, the two of you stripped down, with tosses of your clothes and he plunged right in. You on the other hand wadded in, arms over your chest and he swam up to your legs, tugging you to topple against him when he rose out of the water.

“Quill! Your getting me all wet!”

He smirked and holding you tight, started to sink the two of you into the water, till it was just your chins floating on top. “If your swimming, then its bound to get you all wet.” He pulled you out deeper till just your toes could scrap against the murkey bottom.

Tapping your thighs, he kissed your lips, and muttered against them “Trust me, I got you, wrap your legs around me” And you let yourself float a bit, sliding your legs around his hip. “Ready to try that doggy paddle I taught you earlier?” He grinned, and you smacked at his chest lightly, laughing.

God your boyfriend was an idiot on occasion.

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asteraegis · 4 years

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i dont know what to say for myself honestly.

for the love of god take heed of the tags before beginning. i really fucked edward up and ive written a smut specifically about choking him out.

its from edward’s POV btw

Tags: Deimos! Alexios/ANGST/mild to moderate violence/assault TW/choking/slapping/M|M/blowjob/cream pie/rimjob/spanking/biting/breathplay/aggressive dom/masochism/sadism/forced submission/rawing/knifeplay/top dom! Alexios/bottom sub! Edward

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I felt his stare burning into my skin. Why was he so interested in me?

I had just introduced myself to him as one should to new recruits, that’s all. He had nodded in response, looking down on me with those dark eyes I’ve learned to fear. If I had known Alexios’ past beforehand, well, perhaps I wouldn’t have been so casual when greeting him. This man, he was a murderer of hundreds of people, if not thousands. I mean, I know I’m not one to judge seeing as I was a pirate, but the people I killed then were mainly by canons on a ship, not with my hands. And now I’ve had this brooding shadow looming over me every day since I met him, his glare following me everywhere I go. I’m usually one to confront this sort of behavior, but with the rumors of his temper…

Needless to say, this Alexios fellow would not let me out of his sight. Even in my own room at night with the door locked and curtains drawn I felt his intensity. Had I done something to anger him? Why can’t I shake this brute from me?

However, this night was something different. It had been lashing down rain all day and with dusk approaching the weather still wasn’t letting up. I had been stuck at one of my usual haunts since the afternoon, stopping in originally for a couple quick drinks afore heading home. But being holed up in a pub for so long causes barflies to swarm around you. A couple rough looking gents with scars to suggest they’re naturals at picking fights had been looking me up and down for the past hour and it was beginning to get on my nerves. Figures, I can’t go anywhere without some kind of nasty look tossed my way. I turned my head to look out the tavern’s window at the rain. It had lightened up slightly but that wasn’t saying much. But seeing as I left my phone back at my apartment there really was no reason for me to pissed about being soaked during the walk home. I sighed and handed the bartender a tip.

“Don’t seem like it’s letting up any time soon, mate, I’ll just suffer through it,” I muttered, finishing my third drink of the evening.

“Aye, just don’t drown, Kenway,” he nodded and with that I left the bar.

I had only gone about a block before I heard gruff voices call out and heavyset footsteps approaching with haste. Blast it, those codgers are lookin’ for a brawl, I thought as I looked over my shoulder to confirm my suspicions. Sure enough, the two men from the pub that were glaring at me were chasing after me. I began to run, not in the mood to fight them in a storm and hoping me speeding my pace would cause them to give up. Unfortunately, they didn’t give up and began cackling behind me.

“Where you goin’ blondie?” I heard one of them holler. “We just want to chat!”

I stepped wrong while running and it sent a surge of pain up my left leg, making me stumble a little. I hadn’t fallen, but the mistake did hurt quite a bit. I tried to bare the feeling long enough to turn the next block’s corner into a secluded road only about a block from my apartment. Once I reached the dirt path, I hurried behind a dumpster and massaged my knee. It must have popped from a bad foot placement. A slick sidewalk is never good running conditions, and it doesn’t help that I was wearing sandals. I slowed my breathing, expecting that the men would’ve just ran past this road. That is until one of the blokes took a fistful of my hair and dragged me from behind the dumpster in front of their partner. With his boot pushing me into the sludge I just wanted to slap myself for thinking they wouldn’t see the muddy foot prints I had left behind while I ran for cover.

The one that had caught me kneeled down over my back, lifting my head up to look at the other while restraining my arms. “Well, what d'ya think, man?”

His friend grinned, unbuckling his belt. “Yeah, this punk’ll do just fine.”

Ah. So, it wasn’t a fight they wanted. I writhed under the man and managed to buck him off, only for his accomplice to quickly grab me by the throat and pin me against the wall. He had a sick grin on his face and the sinister aura of it was only heightened by his grey eyes and the rain dripping down his cheeks. The other one punched me in the jaw while grey eyes held me still. I grunted, the hand on my throat flexing.

“Thought you could just run off again, sweetheart?” grey eyes sneered, leaning into my face in a way I’m assuming was meant to intimidate me. “Why don’t you just play along and we’ll let you go when we’re done, eh?”

Now, spitting in those pretty eyes of his probably wasn’t the smartest thing I could have done, but shit, it’s what I did. He grimaced and I managed to knee him in the crotch. He let go of my neck and I began to run off again but his pal tackled me to the ground. He held my face in the mud to stifle my yelp while grey eyes stomped on my ribcage.

“You ugly son of a whore!” he snapped. “We tried to play nice but now I’m gonna kill you and set your body ablaze in that dumpster once we’re finished!”

My head was lifted from the ground so I could look at him. I spat mud out of my mouth and smirked, knowing it’d only piss grey eyes off more. “Like you and your buddy have the stones for that.”

I wonder if he felt strong when he kicked my cheek. It’ll leave a bruise yes but I think me biting his cock off when he tries to force it down my throat will hurt him worse. I regrettably never got to enact my revenge on him though.

“Get off him,” a rough voice demanded through the rain.

I don’t remember much of what happened next. Grey eyes ordered his friend to knock me out so I wouldn’t run off while they dealt with the man. Shame. I would’ve loved to watch the fight.

When I opened my eyes next, I was at my apartment in my bath tub. The curtain was open and a man was standing in jeans and a white tank top. Red splotches dotted and splattered his clothes. He was rinsing his hands in my sink, blood washing off them, his knuckles raw. My eyes explored up his scarred arms to his face and that’s when my heart dropped. Alexios was in my bathroom. Why was he here? Why was I naked? Why was he covered in blood? How had he got in here? I must’ve made some sort of noise trying to figure out what to do about this situation because he looked at me in the mirror. I sunk down in the water, afraid of his plans with me.

“Hmph. You’re awake,” he huffed.

I recognized the voice. He was the man in the alley that intervened. That only brought up more questions in my head. “Why–”

“I hope you don’t mind me letting myself in while you were out–”

“Why am I naked?” I blurted out.

He looked confused about me interrupting him at first, but a snide smile spread on his face. “You were covered in mud, Edward.”

“How’d we get in here?”

“You’ve got keys, don’t you?”

I bit my lip and glared at him. Sass, huh? I studied his shirt again and noticed dirt down his right shoulder. He must have carried me here after giving those blighters what for. Still, I wasn’t sure how I felt about him stripping me while I was out cold. He lifted off his tank top and tossed it in my hamper, using one of my towels to wipe the smudges off his arm. It was my first time seeing him without something over his torso and all I could think was that he was chiseled like a damn statue. He put that rag in the hamper, too, then turned his attention to me.

“You could at least thank me for saving your skin and washing you, boy,” he said, a blank expression I couldn’t decipher on his face.

My ears got hot. He washed me? Just thinking of his hands rubbing down my body… Jaysus… “Uh, right. Thanks.”

He nodded and moved over to stand over me. “You’ve been soaking long enough; I think it’s time we got you out and dried you off.”

Alexios reached down to lift me out of the tub but I squirmed out of the way. “I-I can stand myself, mate. Just… can you fetch me some trousers?”

He huffed, almost seeming disappointed in my competence. After he left the room I stood and dried myself off with a towel. I wrapped it around my waist, bending over to drain the tub. I flinched when I heard the floorboards creak outside the bathroom door. I knew he was standing there but he wasn’t saying anything, just watching me with those shadowy eyes. When I turned around, he handed me some bottoms—a pair of white swim trunks that wouldn’t even reach mid-thigh. I sighed but took them from him regardless.

I went to slide the shorts on but his stare not breaking from me caused my hands to hesitate. “Do you mind, mate?”

“No,” he said, still not breaking eye contact with my skin.

I blushed and positioned myself away from him, but even with my face away from his I could still feel his gaze. I attempted to wriggle into the trunks while I had the towel around my waist but right before I could pull them all the way up it fell to the floor. I hastily tugged the shorts on, now more than ever unable to look Alex in the eye, though based off the low snicker behind me he enjoyed my mishap. Figures. I shifted to have my face toward him but still wouldn’t look at his face. He seemed able to detect that I was unsure of him. From the mirror I was able to spy his grin as his own gaze met mine in the reflection. Against my own wishes my eyes instinctively darted away to the floor and he laughed louder.

“Tell me, blondie,” his voice sounded like a wolf’s growl as he approached me slowly. “do you fear me?”

I didn’t answer him. Both because I couldn’t find the courage to say no and even if I said so I’m sure he could detect I was lying. Now standing inches from me I could hear my heart beating in my ears. I’ve never felt so terrified and I’ve had swords to my throat, been beaten half to death, and survived multiple shipwrecks. I’m not sure what I was expecting him to do to me, but grab my pony tail and wrench my hair down so my neck was straining to look at him wasn’t it. He looked livid with me. I pushed away from him but he shoved me against the wall, the back of my head slamming up against the tiles. I yelped but Alexios slapped me across the face with the back of his hand and grabbed my jaw to keep my eyes focused on him, his fingers digging into my skin.

“When I ask you a question, answer me,” he snarled. “Got that?”

I tried to speak when he asked; I really did. But my body was trembling and it didn’t help when he shook me. I could feel that there was water in my eyes but I couldn’t tell if I actually had started crying when he shook me the second time, I just started shouting out an answer. My voice felt like a foreign object in my mouth, I couldn’t control anything I said to him. “Yes! All right? I am afraid of you mate! And why shouldn’t I be? I’ve heard plenty of stories on how ruthless you are and now I’m pinned to my own wall half naked being shouted at by you, you fucking knave! Now either kill me too or let go of me!”

Alexios stood like a brick wall when I attempted yet again to push him off me. There was nothing in his expression. He was just, watching. His grip on my face didn’t change for what felt like hours so I stared back at him, wondering if he could crush my jaw in his hand. From this close to him, mere breaths away, I studied him as he always did me. Alexios’ eyes were intense, but I could feel there was something behind them, something that almost felt like innocence broken by misplaced trust. He had a scar on his left cheek that cut through the top of his eyebrow. There was sleeplessness under his eyes creating dark circles. With all this mutual observing I wondered if he felt anything looking at me. After an eternity he at last blinked a few times and his hands dropped to my shoulders. His visage softened and I realized I still had my hands pushing against him. When I began to take them away, he suddenly wrapped his arms around me in a hard embrace. My face was pressed into his neck while he held me, his head against mine. I could feel his heart beating against my chest as he made an effort to pull me as close to him as possible. I was baffled. This man just slapped and shouted at me, I just admitted I feared him, I can still feel his fingers and palm’s sting on my face, and now he’s hugging me?

“I… I am sorry, Edward,” he mumbled into my hair. His voice seemed to crack for a moment and I heard him sniffle. Was he crying? “I didn’t mean to harm you, I just… I—I can’t control myself.”

If I was puzzled before I was utterly lost now. “Alex—”

“I needed to know how I made you feel, whether or not you trust me, if you feared my presence. And here I stand, with you shuddering in my grasps. I never wanted you to feel this way, Edward. I—I never wanted you to—I never—”

He was crying, choking on his words like I had before. Was this a confession? I blinked off any tears my fear might have brought in and pushed back from him to look him in the eye. He held his head down but I could still see a tear stream down over his scar. He spoke of me quaking in his arms but nothing compares to the quiver when I took his head in my hands to make him look at me. He appeared so distraught by his own actions. When I moved my hands to his broad shoulders, he slumped against me, something I’ll admit I wasn’t quite ready for. He wasn’t that much larger than me, I’ll admit, but I wasn’t prepared to support his weight and we fell to the floor, half in the hallway and half in the loo. He laid on top of me and I wormed around but it seems his revelation exhausted the man. Sighing, I settled into the floor, pondering how long I’d be stuck there under Alexios. His cheeks had dried from his fit of emotion and his breathing had slowed to a normal pace. I endeavored to run my fingers through his hair, but his dreads were too thick to comfort this brooding baby in that way. I stared at the ceiling with my arms stretched out over my head, questioning why I was even still laying here, I’ve moved men heavier than him off me before. Was I just afraid to wake him? I looked at him sleeping on me. For once I didn’t feel fear from his presence, in fact I pitied him. He clearly needed something like this, though if all he wanted from me was to relax on my body, I felt bad for avoiding him for so long.

I think I may have drifted off a little while we laid on the floor. When I woke up it was significantly darker in the apartment, the only light being the bathroom’s. I must have made some sort of noise or shifted slightly because Alexios suddenly groaned and lifted his chest off me. He had his hands planted on either side of my shoulders and my arms were still reaching above my head on the wood. While we slept our legs had also joined in on this compromising position, my thighs resting over his with his groin against me. We blushed when our eyes met and Alex sat back on his heels to let me sit up as well.

“Sorry about that, Edward,” he said, rubbing the back of his head.

“No worries mate, I didn’t mind it at all!” I laughed, trying to break the tension between us.

Alexios raised an eyebrow at me and cocked his head. “At all?”

“Not in the slightest!” I need to stop talking without thinking.

“Is that so?”

“Yep!” Oh my god.

He seemed to have this queer plan forming in his head. I wanted to bite my tongue off. Considering how he reacted when I was naked earlier, I’m sure me saying I was completely comfortable having him pressing on top of me was only adding insult to injury. He looked me up and down with an inquisitive nature, almost debating his next move. I gulped when I noticed his lips form a smirk. I stayed on the floor while he got to his feet, my body stuck in this pose looking up at him like I was a submitting dog. That snide mien returned to him when he stood over me. I tried to smile at him in the friendliest manner I could, though I think he misunderstood what kind of friend I was trying to come off as.

“Well, in that case, blondie,” he lifted me into his arms in a fisherman’s carry and marched me into my room after turning off the bathroom light. I was dropped on my back in my sheets and watched Alexios hold his belt buckle. “You wouldn’t mind getting to know each other better, now would you?”

I think I put the most thought into this answer of any I said all day. I felt my stare glued to his hands on that buckle and my tongue pushed itself against the roof of my mouth. For the first time since the day I met him I gave him a genuine smile. “No, I certainly wouldn’t.”

He returned me with a satisfied leer, quickly getting to unbuckling his pants, whipping his belt off so swiftly it made a whooping noise. Alexios grabbed me by my ankles and pulled me to the foot of the bed, putting the belt on around my neck like a collar and leash. He didn’t secure the buckle so it felt more like a noose, but regardless I felt ready to melt into anything he put me in, be it this leather strap or a rope. He tugged on the belt and it tightened around my throat, causing me to groan. He sat on the bed next to me and patted his lap for me to rest my head over. I was on my stomach and he placed a hand over my ass whilst his other took his cock out in front of me. He began stroking it to get it fully erect with me watching through a hungry gaze, biting my lip as his fist rubbed down the veiny shaft, his knuckles still raw from his brawl. Once hard, Alexios took the belt to yank me towards his dick and I immediately got to work, my lips kissing his tip before licking it in a circular motion. My tongue traced down his skin then back up to the head and I heard him sigh as I moved my mouth down around his cock. I went slow at first, going straight to the base and from his light muttered swear I could tell he wasn’t expecting I could deepthroat him. I got cocky and began sucking him with more force, moving my head back and forth down him. My showing off seemed to be working for Alex as his hand became snugger on my ass. I moved my left hand down to go to town on my own member, but he noticed me rubbing myself and spanked my ass with the same force he slapped me with earlier. I whimpered and instinctively withdrew my hand, him amused by my retreat.

“Good boy, you’ve been trained well,” he whispered to me.

He’s right, I’ve learned to be wont to being used like this. He spanked me again, and he appeared to enjoy my muffled yelps as he did it again, and again, and again. My skin felt numb and my cock was begging me to stroke it. I decided that if he was just going to continuing slapping me like this I might as well try to rub myself once more, just to see if he was willing to let me. I quickly learned he wasn’t, as when I started moving my hand down once more, he grabbed the back of my head and choked me with his cock, my lips pressed to the base of his groin. I attempted to push my head back so I could breathe but his hold was far stronger than my neck. I began gagging, wondering if he was going to let me breathe any time soon. Perhaps he liked how it felt to have his cock in my throat while I choked. He switched up his hands so he no longer was holding my ass but unfortunately for me he grabbed the belt with his other. Alex pulled it skintight, compressing my throat and I felt tears forming in my eyes. I moved my hands to hold his thigh, digging my nails into him as if to ask him if he was trying to kill me already. There was a low chuckle when I struggled to pull away from him, like he was enjoying my scriking. I was becoming more desperate to move off of him, but it was too difficult with him being so much stronger than me.

“Scared, are we?” He leaned in over me, yanking my head back so I could look into his glare. “Next time don’t touch yourself without my permission, understand?”

I moaned in response to him, hoping he’d finally let me catch my breath. He patted my head and finally released me, my body moving on its own to get away from him, gasping for air while I backed up against the wall on the other end of the bed. Alexios had a wicked grin on his face, grabbing the belt to pull me back to him.

“Aw, I really did frighten you. You’ve got your mascara running down your cheeks like a scared little whore,” he said while wiping my face with his thumb.

I was still winded and with my panic subsiding I began to see red. “You… what the fuck were you trying to do? Suffocate me?”

He frowned, clearly able to detect my irritation with him. “Sorry, I had gotten ahead of myself.”

Alexios was looking down at the floor like a guilty dog and I rolled my eyes, kicking him in the side. “Well shit mate, don’t stop, just give me a damn warning next time.”

I saw his entire body perk up and he shifted around, taking the ‘leash’ in his hand and tugging me closer to him. He noticed me wince from how taut the belt was around my neck and loosened it slightly for me which made me groan again. Honestly, either be rough with me or play nice, don’t keep switching up. I lurched forward and shoved him down on the sheets, kissing him and smiling against his lips at the startled noise he made. I grinded my pelvis over his cock, his hands slapping down on my ass to jerk me into him. I felt his fingers caressing the seam on my trunks but I shrugged it off, not realizing he was looking for the best place to grab a hold of so he could rip open my shorts. It was one quick tear and it’s fair to say I wasn’t ready for it. Alexios grabbed my flesh, toying with it in his palms while I rocked back and forth on him. He kissed me back as he rolled over on top of me, but only for a short time as he soon moved his mouth down to kiss my jaw, my neck, and then my shoulder. At my shoulder, he bit me and I yelped, my hands and legs wrapping around him while he tore my skin. He lapped at the blood from my fresh wound like he was a wolf.

Alexios’ eyes shot me a harsh glance, though before I could think about what that look meant he answered my question with his cock up my ass. I cried out, wishing he gave me more of a warning than just a simple stare before going in raw, but I guess he wasn’t used to being accommodating. He continued this trend of being unaccommodating while he fucked me, his strokes inside me being ruthless and deep. I couldn’t control my voice; I was just a whining mess at his mercy. Alex shook my arms off his back and pinned my arms down next to my head, his weight being pressed into my wrists. My legs tightened around his waist in response to the way he was dominating me, still aching to touch myself but knowing there was no way he’d let that happen. He seemed to love my wailing; his grunts tainted by low laughs. I see his life as Deimos has made him have a fetish for causing pain in others. Hmph, schadenfreude.

I continued trying to free myself, but damn was this guy strong. I couldn’t even manage to lift my pinned wrists, and that’s with the added adrenaline of my ass feeling like it was being torn to shreds by his lack of empathy. Alexios didn’t once seem to want to slow down with me. He just wanted things done his way and couldn’t careless about how much pain I was in. Perhaps I gave him the impression I could take a beating and that’s why he’s been eyeing me the way he has. I could hear his grunts deepening; he must have really been feeling this semi-torture session. His love of completely dominating me made me wonder if he just viewed me as prey, a toy for him to use and then he’d throw me away. The idea of that must’ve turned me on quite a bit as I felt precum from my cock drip onto my pelvis. I’m not surprised I was into being used; I just wish I had standards for how I was treated in bed. Honestly, I wish I wasn’t wincing through this dealing so I could keep my eyes open long enough to properly see the expression on Alexios’ face. What I’d give to be able to watch this beast fuck me before my eyes…

Alex’s speed somehow went faster and his grip on my wrists turned into an almost crushing feeling “Oh god Edward…” I heard him moan.

I swear I was about to bite a hole in my lip. I had bit myself to stifle an actual scream from the pain, but luckily for me after Alexios came I only had to suffer through a few more rough pumps. After those he slowed to a halt, both of us catching our breaths for the moment. I finally got a good look at him, sweat soaking his brow and his cheeks red. He pulled out of me and I felt his cum dripping out of me as he did. He finally moved off from holding my wrists and sat back, looking at the clear hard on in my shorts and the mess he made of my rear. I tried to give him a little simper so he’d know I enjoyed it, but he just kept staring at my bottom with the same gaze I was giving his cock earlier. I gulped, knowing he still wasn’t finished with me.

“Roll over,” he demanded and I obliged with haste.

I had originally been on my hands and knees but Alexios knocked me down to my elbows afore grabbing my thighs. He bit my inner thigh before licking up my leg to my ass where he bit me again. I winced, this guy really liked using teeth, huh? I felt him lick the bite, stinging my flesh before his tongue traced to the rim of my ass. Is… is he going to eat me out?

Well, it wasn’t a question for long. Sure enough, Alexios started lapping away despite having just came inside me. My stomach fluttered, he just kept surprising me. My cock was twitching uncontrollably, I was moments away from climaxing myself. And then he stopped, grabbing my hair by the pony tail, wrenching my body backwards. The back of my head laid on his lap, his gaze meeting min. Alexios wiped his mouth and shot me a jeering leer, sending a shiver down my spine. My heart was beating quickly as his stare moved down my body.

“Look at you, dripping like a girl would,” he taunted, flicking my cock’s head. I yelped which he seemed to like. “Let me guess, you want to cum, don’t you?”

I nodded. I’d want nothing more than to finally finish. He’s been toying with me for so long I felt numb. Usually I’d feel happier about lasting longer than my partner but this was just too much, I was losing my mind.

Alexios took my wrists in his fingers, those rough hands pinning my arms against the sheets. “Beg for it, blondie.”

I didn’t even try to fight him. I just bit my tongue and swallowed any remaining pride I had. “Please, Alex,” my voice was quivering as I spoke but who could blame me, I was desperate. “I want to cum, I need to, please let me, mate, it’s driving me mad. I need it, Alex, I feel numb. Please, please, please, let me—”

Alexios had grinned right before he slapped me across the face. Judging by the laughter, I must’ve done something right. Even so, my skin was left with yet another one of his handprints on it and I only wished he’d stop playing these games and just cut me the least bit of slack so I could just—

A knife pressed up against my throat. Alexios had pulled a switchblade from his pocket while I was recovering from his palm’s burn. My breathing changed to become shorter and more rapid. I could feel the edge grazing my skin. One slip of his fingers and my throat would be cut, be it on accident or purpose, I wouldn’t be able to tell with him. All I had to go on was that same old snide smile. His other hand stoked my hair, twirling strands around. He used the blade to tilt my chin back so I had to look down my nose at him. His thumb graced my cheek in a soothing way, almost making me forget all about the weapon in his other hand.

“You may touch yourself now, sweetheart, but keep those blue eyes of yours shut,” he whispered to me.

My heart rate was still speeding but, somehow, I managed to calm myself enough to shut my eyes and move my hands down to my groin without moving my neck, a feat harder than someone who’s never had a blade against their throat might think. My cock was peeking out the waistband of my trunks so I just finished pulling down the shorts so I could rub myself. The feeling of my fingers finally touching me was pure ecstasy. I bit my lip while I finished myself off, Alex still petting the side of my head. While I couldn’t see his face right now, I knew he was grinning from watching my spray myself with my own semen. As soon as the blade moved from my neck, I began panting like a thirsty dog to catch my breath. He swiped the blade over my abdomen carefully so he wouldn’t slice me while I breathed, though at this point I don’t think I’d have cared if he did.

Alexios patted the side of my head. “Open your eyes, my little puppy, and stick out your tongue. I’ve got a treat for you.”

I opened my eyes slowly, still panting but now with my tongue out I really felt like his mutt. In front of my face he held his switchblade, it glazed with my cum. He wiped the blade over my tongue.

“Good boy. Now, swallow.”

I did, even opening my mouth to show him, which he seemed to get a kick out of. He chuckled, rustling my hair. I smirked back at him; glad to see I had done a good job for him. He leaned back against my pillows and I rolled over on top of him, moving up his body so I could lay on his chest rather than his legs. He looked overjoyed, his forearm over his eyes while he shined a grand smile.

“Hey, Alex,” I said, trying to get his attention without success. I flicked his arm, though he didn’t even flinch. Pouting, I grabbed his jaw and pulled him to face me. “Oi, Alex.”

He looked a little surprised that I had suddenly grabbed him, but he was still grinning. “What, Goldilocks?”

Goldilocks, oh how many times I’ve heard that. “’Fraid I don’t fear you no more, mate.”

Alexios’ fingers brushed through my hair. “Aw, what a shame. Guess I’ll need to reinstate that later, huh?”

I knew I was dancing with a devil at this point, but still I gave him a cheeky smile. “I’d like to see you try.”

He and I shared a fit of giggling banter before falling asleep. When I woke up, the side of the bed he had slept on was empty. I frowned for a moment before hearing clanking coming from the kitchen and him groaning. I snickered, shaking my head. Can’t believe I was scared of him just hours ago. When I stood to go help him out with breakfast, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Torn shorts with cum staining the fabric, bruises dotted my skin alongside a few bitemarks. The worst of these marks were the bruises wrapping around my neck and my swollen ass. The shiner from the kick in the face I took yesterday wasn’t nothing either, but judging by the amount of blood Alex’s shirt was drenched with I couldn’t really complain. I changed my pants to some clean striped boxer briefs before heading into my kitchen where I found Alexios running his hand under water.

I grinned while watching him, walking towards him silently. Once behind him I slapped his ass, making the brute jump and swear. I laughed at his reaction, leaning my body up against his shoulder while he covered his face in embarrassment.

“Come to help me then, blondie?” he sighed.

I pressed my head against his shoulder and wrapped my arm around his waist. “Shit, if you’re really struggling that much to fry a couple eggs.”

He groaned at my snark, though I helped him anyway, not wanting him to burn himself making scrambled eggs again, even though his brief incompetence was kind of cute. The eggs weren’t that bad, just a tad burnt. We parted ways about an hour later, though the next day I saw him those dark eyes looked more afraid of my ability to bounce back from his beating than anything else. At last, it was my stare burning his skin, not his on mine. I grinned at him and his eyes darted away from me. He was scared of me.

Good.

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