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˗ˏˋyou jealous ? :) ´ˎ˗ - neteyam x reader pt. 7

⁀➷ part seven : RUN.

notes : so um hi y'all !! ik it's been two weeks but here i am beggin y'all to forgive me just like neteyam in this part LMAAOOO, anygays... here's pt. 7, it's a bit more long than the other parts so enjoy lmao.

word count : 7.5 k ( DAYUM ??)

warnings : so much smut ( mommy kink, begging, edging, p in v, tears, slapping, oral sex f, degradation, humiliation, public sex, two men in the same day LMAOO SORRY Y'ALL I HAD TO. ), beating, blood, slight cheating, and that's it ?

ao’nung didn’t waste a single minute, his fingers grazing your cheeks gracefully, lips attaching in the lightest softest kiss anyone has ever given you. your heart closed, lips parted, he kissed you again. something boiling in his stomach, feeling like heaven.

he has waited so much time, maybe too much for this moment. and he would wait all over again if everytime he kissed you it was going to be like this. he couldn’t even believe it. he was floating, he was still dumbfounded. you were kissing him, and no it wasn’t any fucking kiss.

it was a kiss without any type of lust, just genuine love. well, at least that’s what he thought. he would’ve paid gold to read your mind in that moment, and see what you were thinking or feeling. he has already kissed you a couple of times before, but none of those kisses has ever felt like this. his eyes closed, his hand on your jaw, your hand grabbing the back of his neck. your fingers could feel the goosebumps, making you smile against his lips.

the tip of his tongue separated your lips, almost as if he was asking for your consent. your tongues latched together, your salivas mixing. you tasted like berries, which made him remember all the times you tasted like this but didn’t notice. you loved fruit, he knew that though. his hand grazing up and down your back, feeling like a baby.

is this what it actually feels like to be in love ?

he’s the type of guy to say “you look beautiful tonight.” but you missed screaming, fighting and kissing in the rain.

but did you tho ? all you could feel now was the way he fatherly held you, and how he cared.

he gently moaned in your mouth, which made you smile against his lips once again, making him fluster and get a bit nervous. but he didn’t care, he trusted you. you could feel the sun kissing your skin. you felt all giggly and dreamy, almost like this was your first experience.

it was unexplainable. there were no words, no phrases, no anything to explain how you were feeling right now. this is all you have always wished for.

he slowly parted his lips away from yours, only for him to see your shiny eyes, so soft and delicate, looking at him like you were in middle school and the boy you loved just kissed you. he started trailing kisses from your mouth, to your cheek and to your jaw. he marked and bit everything he could, he could taste every single part of you.

and he just couldn’t get enough. his hands on your back, one on the back of your neck pushing you against him.

oh, fuck. from now on, getting over you is impossible.

you filled his ears with lustful moans, feeling a tear roll down your thighs. you were out in public, so to try and keep the moans for yourself, you bit your lip, and only a few seconds after you could already taste the metal on your tongue. your mind was completely fogged by the pleasure, eyes glossed with tears. oh fuck it.

“ao’nung, stop the teasing.” you whispered in his ear, a moan catching on immediately after. he could feel you nails abuse his shoulder, and oh how he loved it. maybe this would’ve lasted not more than an hour, but those marks ? well, those scars were going to be a part of him forever. he smiled.

“aw, but you like it sweetheart, don’t you ?” he replied back, raspiness veiling over his voice. this man was starved, famished almost. if you were going to dive in this ocean, he’s not going to accept anything that isn’t the bottom of the sea.

you arched your back against his body, trying to get some friction, and relieve some stress. he noticed, smirking against your neck.

“just fucking say it if you want it that bad.” he spat out, not even leaving you a second to formulate a phrase.

“please…” “please… what ?” “please ‘nung. please.”

he sighed. "i'ma need to be more specific. what do you want ?" he said, waiting for an answer.

"i want to cum, want you to make me feel good." you whined in hear, cheeks red from the confession.

he didn’t wait a second, immediately swimming to the beach. he walked, and laid you down on the hard floor, feeling the coldness of it.

someone could walk right there and see him between your legs, but he didn’t seem to have a care in the world. you couldn’t hold back the moan that had been bubbling in your throat for so long.

he harshly grabbed your thighs, placing them on his shoulders. nose and lips softly grazing the inside of your thigh, electricity flowing through your body, feeling the air hit your sensitive bud.

you could feel your face heating up, tears glossing your eyes.

you tried to squeeze your thighs together, get some friction, anything at this point, but you couldn’t. ao’nung holding your legs wide open, you mumbled out of frustration but he ignored you.

he blew some air on your puffy clit, he could feel your thighs tensing in his hands, but he could also feel your frustration building up and his dick getting more and more hard. he laughed and chuckled at all your reactions, but he loved how sensitive you were.

thinking of all the times he had to get himself off in his pod, when no one was around, because that day you just looked too pretty or you smiled too hard at him. maybe because you bent over, not realising the flesh of your ass was showing the sweet and supple curve of it. you were much more innocent than you’d like to admit.

you got distracted from your thoughts when you felt a slap, ao’nung directly hitting your core, a tear rolling down your cheek, a smirk on his face. your thighs shut, but you could feel ao’nung’s calloused hands running down your thighs, opening them for him.

your slick smearing all of your pussy, this is probably the wettest you’ve ever been. he enjoyed every sight he could get of you, your clit sensitive, your thighs trembling in his hands. he felt like in fucking heaven.

all he could hear was your moans, whimpers, squeals, demands. and he fucking loved it.

“’nung, please.” you cried, sniffing loudly. he looked up at you, face teary and mouth trembling.

if the devil could see you, he would kiss your eyes and repent.

“please… what ?” he asked, making fun of you once again.

you whined, not feeling a thing anymore. the teasing was too much, but to say you hated it was a lie. you just love not getting what you want, do you ?

“please, help me.” you said, not being able to say what you wanted, one time was more than enough. you were too shy, but it was a bit ridiculous, knowing that your legs are spread wide open and his face was between them.

“help you what ? use your words, ( y/n ), don’t act all dumb and embarrassed with me, you know what you want. ” he said, placing another slap on your sensitive aching core. you squealed, swearing you could feel actual pain. he immediately harshly opened your legs again, now getting annoyed, his eyebrows pinched together. “keep your fucking legs open, or else i’ll stop.”

your head tilted up eyes flashing wide, not wanting him to stop. “no, no please ! i’ll be good i promise !” you said, begging and riding your heat to his face, to get any type of contact. you started to squeeze around nothing.

he waited, placing a few kisses on your thighs and a soft kiss on your clit. you placed a hand on your mouth, you were literally sobbing from the pain, and how much you loved it.

“please, i want-” you sniffed, sobbing. “i want to cum.” you said, looking at him. that was it.

“good fucking girl.” he said, getting to work.

he softly wrapped his lips around your clit, his hands tightly wrapped around your ass, your mouth hanging in an ‘o’ shape. your hands wrapped their way on his scalp and braids. you loudly moaned, making him groan against your heat. he inserted a finger, you tugged his braids roughly, he swore he could feel his scalp bleeding. he slowly pumped in and out, eating you out like he was starved.

you pressed his head against your pussy, getting a huff out of him. his pace sped up, feeling your legs tense, knowing your climax was about to be there. he placed another finger in, lowering your stomach against his mouth with his hands.

it made you go crazy. you saw stars, eyes rolling back at his sudden move. he smiled against your core, knowing he hit the right spot. his fingers slowly dragging out of your entrance, he hugged your waist pressing himself over your aching core.

as you felt your climax approach, your moans started to get more and more loud. you were going to get in serious problems, but how could anyone blame you ?

the oloeyk’tan’s son is between your legs, eating you alive. one person, that was it. that’s all it would take for Tonowari to make you pack your bags and send you back to the forest. the thought ruined the moment, so you focused back on ao’nung, well it wasn’t like you couldn’t anyway.

he could feel your climax approaching as he saw you clenching and clenching. he could feel his jaw starting to cramp up, but he couldn’t stop and he couldn’t get enough of you. your scent, your taste, your sounds.

your orgasm hit you like a truck, being absolutely shocked by it. you rode out your high, ao’nung liking your juices off his lips, to then kiss you.

you placed a hand behind his neck, deepening the kiss. you moaned in his mouth, him placing you on his lap. you let out a gasp, feeling his erection about to rip his loincloth. he placed one last kiss on your lips, now the only thing connecting you was a string of saliva.

“did you like it ? was it okay ?” he asked, softly grazing your face. you cuddled in his hand, he could feel your face as hot as ever.

you nodded, feeling your eyes about to withdraw, tired. he placed your chin on his shoulder, your face resting in the crook of his neck. he softly cuddled you into sleep. but suddenly.

you felt something. almost like jake could feel every time lo’ak was doing something dumb.

someone had been watching you the whole time.

you softly opened your eyes, ao’nung’s hands still caressing your back with slow strokes. you felt goosebumps.

you looked around a bit, trying to understand if that was only a feeling or if someone had been watching you the entire time.

your eyes gazed through the pods, your heart stopping as soon as you could feel yourself drowning in his dark, angry eyes. you heart immediately sinked, your boned ignited. you saw his mental bomb ticking in his brain, his fists getting more and more tight, his knuckles as white as they could get. he felt his nails piercing his skin, leaving little moons.

neteyam.

you suddenly stood tall, a questioning expression on ao’nung’s face. he saw what you were looking at, and he had to admit hat he felt his heart skip a beat. neteyam walked furiously towards the two of you.

“neteyam, wait i can explain-” you tried to stop him.

ao’nung immediately stood up, not necessarily caring about neteyam catching him, but caring about how you got scared as soon as you saw him. all you could hear was his fist kissing his face. your hand immediately grasped around your mouth, eyes widened at the sight of the blood in front of you. neteyam on top of him, punch after punch. he was seeing red, and he was not going to stop. not now, not ever. he felt his heart thump loudly against his chest, hands holding ao’nung from doing anything.

he couldn’t hear anything, and you ask yourself what could have happened if no one stopped him. you tried to run and grab neteyam by the arm, only getting a death stare in return. you slowly walked back, not being able to say or do anything. you tried and seek for help. but there was no one near. neteyam was there just because tsireya told him that you and ao’nung went for a swim, and he knew exactly where y’all would’ve went. in the few seconds that ao’nung had, he flipped the situation now beating neteyam.

you swore you heard a bone break. your heart beat fast. you were panicking. breath short. fuck. you screamed. all you could do.

“LO’AK ! DAD !” you screamed and plead, feeling hot tears roll down your cheeks, your heart about to explode, because you knew this was all your fault.

it was getting bad, you could barely recognise neteyam’s face from all the blood. a pit deepening in your stomach.

almost a few seconds later, you saw jake running towards you with tonowari on his side. tonowari harshly grabbed ao’nung off of neteyam, him being held back by his dad.

“you better hide motherfucker ! if i find you i’ll skin you alive and keep you as a swimming suit.” he spat blood on the place, feeling angriness bubble in his stomach as ao’nung smiled. people were coming forward to see what was happening, some gasps leaving their mouths at the scene. you looked at him, his lip split open, his mouth bloody.

“yea, wear it ! ( y/n ) might even want to fuck you, if you’re lucky.” ao’nung spat at him. jake tried to hold him off all he could, as you felt some wandering eyes searching for you. fuck.

you were never ever going to fuck again. anyone. not a soul. you promised. you swore.

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neteyam and ao’nung got dragged by both of their dads to the healing pod, where they could get patched up and see if their bones were still intact. you didn’t follow them, you stayed by the sea. looking for an answer, that would’ve maybe gently hugged your feet the same way the water was. you had to deal with it. your actions just got two guys in the healing pod, getting all patched up. before talking with any of the two guys, you had to sort your feelings out. you lacked communication, that’s for sure.

you sighed, the sun setting down slowly, the sky was painted orange and pink.

on one side, there was ao’nung. you two had a little fling, that got out of control. now he’s probably head over heels for you, and you felt so much attraction towards him, but attraction had nothing to do with compatibility. you two were just different, and it would probably end badly, both of you getting hurt. but how could you know if you didn’t try ? he was nice, responsible, attractive… he just ticked all the boxes.

on the other side, there was neteyam. fighting, war, problems, you’ve been through it all, there was nothing left. you missed him always, comparing him to anyone who happened to be in front of you. you lost your virginity to him, just to get treated like a piece of meat. but neteyam wasn’t the only one at fault. were words the same as going ahead and getting eaten out by ao’nung ? did it solve anything ?

maybe he didn’t even mean it, or maybe you were trying to justify him. nonetheless, you had to talk it through. if you two weren’t some horny ass teenagers, y’all would’ve talked everything out that night, but oh well what happened, happened.

you got up, deciding to go see how they were doing since you were the reason they were there. walking through the pods, you noticed tuk and kiri playing in the sea with tsireya. you would’ve liked to go play with them, but you were too embarrassed. just knowing they knew everything made you feel like a slut. an ungrateful slut. ungrateful because even though you treated both of their brothers like shit, they never hesitated to lean over a shoulder to cry on, and a pair of ears to listen. your gaze turned down, deciding to ignore your feelings now, because they were much more important things to do.

you arrived at the pod, slowly opening the flap, to see who was inside. you noticed neteyam on the bed, getting patched up by alyara. you felt your heart throbbing, but you had no right to. that’s the least you should’ve expected.

ao’nung was seated on a chair, another random girl helping him with the medications. you noticed her leaning over to take all her stuff, packing to go away. your gaze met hers, and she lightly smiled at you. your stomach warmed up at her gesture, noticing how kind she was. you smiled back at her, letting her space to get out. Ronal saw you, calling you over to enter.

“oh, ( y/n ), come in !” she said, the tent getting silent, ao’nung looking back at you as you entered, neteyam not having the energy to. he was so tired, he wish he could just lay in your arms and fall asleep. but he unfortunately, couldn’t. he squeezed his eyes shut, not being able to get the image of you and oa’nung out of his mind.

the way you softly melted on him, the way he cared and caressed you. why weren’t you like that with him ?

after kiri got back to her brothers, neteyam asked what happened and why you were upset. kiri was astonished to say the least, almost disgusted, which only made him feel even more dumb. she told him everything, and he swore he felt his heart stopping. with just those words, he ruined everything he worked so hard for. he didn’t see you as a prize, he didn’t see you as an object or anything like that. he saw you as his mate.

his soulmate.

the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. he couldn’t get enough of you, ever.

you’re the only that his dick could get hard for.

and he just wanted to say it to you, cuddled between his arms, only for him to see and feel. that’s why he tried to look for you, after thinking about what he wanted to say. he didn’t see you anywhere, but he knew you had to go to a meeting with his dad. jake was already training with tonowari, so the meeting must’ve already ended. he saw tsireya and kiri playing and swimming with tuk, so he just asked them.

“she went swimming with ao’nung, i saw them earlier.” she said, a careless relaxed look on her face, but kiri already could see and feel neteyam’s organs starting to eat eachother. “oh. thank you…” he replied back, immediately running to your spot. and he arrived there, well…

he squeezed his eyes shut as hard as he could, a painful grin appearing on his face. he wish ao’nung could’ve punched that memory out of him.

you walked in the pod, careful to not disturb anyone who was working.

“alyara, go take care of you brother, ( y/n ) will deal with neteyam.” ronal said. you flushed, realising she probably still don’t know exactly why ao’nung and neteyam fighted, well you imagine it must be embarrassing for ao’nung to know his mom knows he got into a fight because he was eating out, the breeze slapping your faces.

ao’nung hesitantly wished his mom would tell you to come patch HIM up, but he felt even more jealous that neteyam could get all peppered and taken care of by you. you walked towards neteyam’s seat, he didn’t even dare to look at you in the eyes, he didn’t have the courage. you noticed, but tried to act like you didn’t.

with all the herbs and creams ready, you looked for a chair around the room, but you couldn’t find any. you noticed neteyam started lightly angling his leg towards you, leaving an open spot on his thigh, but still not looking at you. you decided to not even think about, placing yourself on his thigh. you remembered that night you used his thigh for something a bit more different, and just could tell he was thinking about it too.

ao’nung couldn’t stop staring at the two of you. seated on his thigh, taking care of him. his fist tight, not being able to hold off his jealousy.

neteyam noticed you scooting a few times to not fall of his leg. he drove an arm behind your back, a hand on the side of your thigh, helping you not fall. he looked at you, meeting your gaze. you both smiled lightly at eachother, neteyam not being able to hold his smirk for himself.

you put some herbs on his shoulder, getting a hiss out of him.

“ow ! ow !” he complained, teeth gritted, eyes squeezed shut.

“if you weren’t such a skxwagn we wouldn’t be here.” you said jokingly, expecting a reply back. neteyam just chuckled, a sparkle in his eyes.

you massaged everything in place, noticing a few more cuts on his back, well other than the scars you gave him. you blushed at the sight of them, earning a little smirk from neteyam who noticed what you were looking at. his ears suddenly flattened against his head when he couldn’t feel you on his leg anymore.

you got up, having to apply the medication on his back. “turn around.” you said.

he didn’t hesitate, getting his hair out of the way. your held your breath for a second, getting caught off by his muscles.

everyone knew neteyam was an ass guy, but only he knew you preferred back over anything. seeing it all bloody and scarred flipped something in you, but decided to ignore it for now. you hesitantly palmed his back, stroking it slowly with the medication. he flexed a bit more, knowing this was going to push your buttons. you massaged everything, not being able to ignore the size of it.

his back was majestic. there was no other words to describe it.

neteyam relaxed in your hold, breathing deeply. he slowly closed his eyes, almost feeling like falling asleep. as soon as everything gets handled between you two, he was going to make you massage his back every single night after training.

he let out a soft moan, his eyes immediately flashing open, mouth pressing forming a thin line. you raised an eyebrow, looking for him, while he tried to not look at you. he was blushing so hard. you smirked and smacked his back. “you’re done.” you said.

“oh thank you ( y/n ) ! would you mind patching ao’nung’s hand before going ?” ronal said, flashing a smile at you. poor woman, working too hard, you felt too bad. you headed towards ao’nung, feeling neteyam’s eyes burning on your back. he was much more tense.

you got all you needed and took ao’nung hand in yours. you tried to act as stiff as you could, neteyam didn’t have to be so nervous because you had already made up your mind. you applied some herbs on ao’nung’s hand, getting a hiss out of him, as he squeezed your hand. you just noticed how much bigger it was than yours. you concentrated back on the patching.

you slowly and carefully wrapped his hand in some gauze, so none of his cuts could get infected. he saw your eyebrows pinched, concentrated.

he loved the way you were playing with his hand, but he could recognise that you were being a lot more distant than other times. you finished, smiling at him. “done.” you simply said. he patted your head, catching you off guard. “thank you.” he said.

if he wasn’t all patched up, neteyam would’ve ate up that guy again. the audacity.

“oh thank you ( y/n ) ! such a sweet woman you are.” ronal patted you on the back warmly, making your stomach flip at thought of her knowing what happened earlier.

ronal and ao’nung got all their stuff, reassuring you and neteyam that you could close the pod whenever you wanted to. you blushed and thanked her. neteyam was seated on the medical table. ao’nung couldn’t do anything but go with his mother, feeling jealousy boil in his blood.

the pod got quiet. not a single sound coming out of the two of you, only neteyam getting up to sit on the mattress instead. you slowly walked and sat near him. the tension was too heavy, so you decided to get your panem et circenses out, just like roman impearoars did.

you got a cigarette out of your pack, and lit it up. neteyam smirked at you, actually realising you two hadn’t met at the beach in a long time.

you passed it to him, which made you immediately regret it.

seeing neteyam all bloody, patched and smoking was going to be the death of you. and he knew it.

you passed the cigarette between you two, not a word being spoken. you’d have to cleanse the whole place later since it was important to keep this pod clean, but you didn’t mind as long as you could spend time together. you just enjoyed eachother’s company, not having to worry in trying to engage in small talk, y’all were already beyond that step.

as he took the last breath, he pressed the cigarette against the floor, he spoke.

“would you like to talk a bit ?” he said, a soothing tone and a pair of eyes looking for yours. you lightly smiled and nodded.

“you start.” you said, looking at him. he stayed quiet for a few seconds, almost trying to recollect his thoughts. he though about the whole discourse he had in mind, and was so excited to tell you. so he just let his thought flow out of his mouth, no restrains.

“i’m sorry.”

you raised an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on your face. you had no idea of what he was asking forgiveness for.

“for beating ao’nung ?” you suggested.

“fuck no.” he quickly said, jokingly pushing you. you laughed.

“i’m sorry for making you feel that way. you know, the whole object situation…” he said awkwardly. your mouth dropped in an ‘o’ shape realising what he was talking about. the pod got quiet for a second, but he continued.

“i just want you to know, that i’ve never saw you, i don’t see you, and will never see you as an object. i’m not joking. you’re special ( y/n ). seriously. i feel disgusting thinking about how i treated you and made you feel.” he slowly grabbed your hand, catching your attention.

you ears slightly moving upwards, cheeks flushing with heat. he moved his thumb in circular motions, caressing you.

“i’ve never seen anyone as much as i see you. do you understand ? i see you, for fuck’s sake.” you gently gasped, eyes slightly lighting up, trying so hard to hide your smirk.

neteyam has never been good with words and admitting things, but just the fact that he said all of this to you means a lot. you wanted to hug him, and tell him that you forgive him, but is that what you really deserve ?

no, you’re gonna make him beg for it.

his hands rapidly circled your waist, raising you up to seat you on his lap. his hand now on your back holding you. you were so proud of yourself right now for not feeling the need to have this man’s tip in the back of your throat, because oh how attractive he was when he was vulnerable.

“please, please, please. forgive me.” he said. eyes lightly squinted, and oh so desperate. you could already feel heat pool in your cunt, your clit throbbing at any word of his.

“i might as well kill myself if i have to live with the thought that i made you feel bad and you never forgave me. we don’t have to get back together, i could never and will never force you, but only if that’s what you want. you have no idea of how much regret i felt after realising the impact that my words had on you.” he pleaded, you could feel his heart thudding rapidly against your chest. he sounded like he meant it.

would it be too bad to give him a chance ?

“oh really ?” “yes.” he said, without any hesitation.

your hand slowly reached his jaw caressing it, noticing a sparkle in neteyam’s eyes. you guided your head towards his neck, making him hold his breath, eyes flashing.

you lightly kissed his jaw, then his cheek, and then his mouth. he didn’t wait and didn’t fight back. you positioned another light kiss on his lips, feeling his arms roaming on your back.

“i forgive you.” you whispered, positioning your lips against his again hungrily . you felt him smile against your mouth, a hand on his neck deepening the kiss. just a few seconds after, a whine left his mouth, leaving you almost surprised. his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. you smiled, a grin plastered on your face as you slowly dived in the crook of his neck, kissing and biting everything you could.

a soft breath left his lips, still slightly parted. you grabbed his chin, leaving you more space to work on. as you left marks and kisses, he could feel a tent forming in his loincloth, and you being directly over it wasn’t helping. he contained himself from grinding against you, to try and get some friction. you harshly grabbed a piece of his hair, tugging on his scalp.

and that, plus the neck kissed couldn’t hold him from moaning. he had no idea how turned on you were right now. your slick started smearing his loincloth, but you weren’t ashamed one bit.

he bit his lip trying to contain all his sounds, but you untucked it.

“there’s no one here, let me hear every single noise you make. that’s how good boys get prizes.” you whispered, nibbling at his earlobe. he could feeling himself twitching at your ‘good boy’. there were a few times where neteyam played the sub role, but never in his life has he enjoyed it this much.

“are you a good boy, nete’ ?” you asked him, expecting an answer.

“fuck.” he whispered, shaking and whimpering. you suddenly stopped, as he gave you a questioning look. you felt his hands gripping your waist, the teasing getting to his head.

“i said…” you started, looking at him.

“are you a good boy nete’ ?” you finished, a tear threatening to leave neteyam’s eye. he nodded multiple times, trying to convince you to get back to what you were doing. “i need words.”

“yes, ( y/n ). please.” he said, almost sounding like a whisper. you could feel his precum staining your panties, your fluids mixing. his nails started to dig deep into your hip’s flesh.

“good boy.” you trailed your hand, carefully tracing all of his abs, getting a few whines out of him. there’s nothing in the world that neteyam loved more than edging.

getting edged, edging someone, he couldn’t give a fuck. the tension, the teasing, the desperation. he loved it all, seeing someone so close yet so far. not getting what he wants was such a turn on for him. feeling your cunt clench around his fingers desperately after stopping, just a second before your orgasm. seeing your juices flow uncontrollably after tracing back from your clit, his face between your thighs, legs shaking, feeling your thighs about to suffocate him, trying everything to get his face a bit more near your heat. your pussy holding his dick thigh when he pulls your hips down on him, him sliding in you, only to then not move and leave you there squelching and crying. oh he loved it.

he felt your fingers work on his loincloth, he reached out to help you. he suddenly got slapped away, his dick twitching and a gasp leaving his mouth. “hands off, if i see you moving again i will shut everything off.” you said, a serious expression on your face. how he wanted you to use him as your little toy. being that his only purpose.

his loincloth got discarded to somewhere in the room, a smirk on your face when his dick sprung up hitting his abdomen. he hissed at the feeling of cold air hitting his tip, a tear rolling down his cheek. he gripped the sheets, containing himself.

he watched you as your top fell off, leaving your plump tits on display for him, your nipples hard from the coldness of the room. his eyes widened, never getting tired of this show. he slowly guided his hand to his dick, stroking slowly and the grip tightening as he got close to his tip. his mind fogged up when you suddenly slapped him.

his face turned to the left, mouth parted. his grip loosened, his hands back on your waist. he got slapped once again, when you said to not move you weren’t kidding. his bottom lip trembled.

you got up, leaving him there, putting your top on. his heart fell, a guilty look on his face.

“since you can already do anything by yourself, i might as well not be here, right ‘teyam ? i thought you were my good boy ?” you said, making him even more guilty, absolutely loving the show he was putting on for you.

“i- ah! i am, i swear, please.” he crawled to you, wrapping himself over your thigh, he looked up at you. “promise ?” you said, teasing him. “yes, i promise, please- fuck, please.” he cried, heat flushing his cheeks from the embarrassment. he’s never been this desperate before for someone.

you placed him back where he was, getting your loincloth off, your juices already smearing your thighs. you sat on his dick, your folds hugging his shaft, getting a loud moan out of him. he squeezed his eyes shut, not daring to move.

“( y/n ), please, i’m begging you. i’ll do anything, but please.” he cried out, his dick painfully throbbing, his tip so sensitive.

“please, what ?” you asked. he bit his lower lip, ashamed to say anything. as i already said, neteyam has never been good with words, but in this game there no place for difficulties.

“please, fuck me.” he said, lowering his gaze, the sheets about to rip in his hand.

“if only everyone else could see how desperate you are. is this the mighty warrior, hm ?” you said, grabbing his braids, tugging at them, raising his head, as he sobbed. your gaze locked with his teary one, a bit of spit drooling. your degradation plus the hair pulling made him whimper like a little bitch, music to your ears.

“what do you want ? do you want me to fuck you while you moan like a dumb whore ?” you said, with the meanest voice possible, knowing all your mean words were running straight to his dick.

“y-yes.” he confirmed, crying in your hand. he felt embarrassed to admit it, but that's the only way he could've gotten what he wanted, or not. you smiled, grabbing his dick, his head immediately raising hitting the wall behind him. you gave it a few strokes, neteyam’s mouth wide open loud moans falling down.

you gently pushed his tip in your entrance, his abdomen contracting. he already felt so good, stretching you out. he widened his eyes, shocked when he felt you falling on his dick with a sharp fall. you were so tight hugging him, you could still feel him twitching inside of you, a few moans leaving your mouth. you just sat there feeling the full stretch enjoying every second. he got impatient needing you to move, or he’ll probably lose his mind.

“please- move.” he said, feeling his patience slowly thinning out more and more. you were playing with him.

“acting like a strong ass motherfucker only for you to stand below me and beg me like the great warrior you are. what would jake think about you ?” you smirked at him, laughing because you loved making fun of him in these situations, seeing him trying to lower his gaze because he can’t handle the shame but he couldn’t because you were still holding his hair. you tugged his hair once again, feeling him painfully twitch inside of you.

“shit- momma…” he said, his eyes panicking when he realised what he had just said, hiding his face in your hand. your eyebrows raised in a shocked expression, but also very satisfied.

“maybe i’m wrong. what would neytiri think of her son calling another woman mommy ? do you enjoy it ?” you said, making fun of him but he didn’t know you enjoy it much more than he did. your mom didn’t use to like you that muhc, what could anyone expect ?

he got tired but also was so so so turned on, you just were a mean slag, weren’t you ?

“yes ! now PLEASE.” he said grinding himself , slowly thrusting in you, your cheeks warming up.

you pressed his abs down, stopping him from doing anything.

“neteyam. if you do anything again, i am not kidding i will leave you here, in heat and in pain.” you threatened, his eyes widened, his heart thudding fast.

“no, no, no, no, no please fuck- okay ! please just do something.” he said, begging you to not leave him. you threatening him tho… that’s something he didn’t know he would like.

you slowly started thrusting, catching him off guard. he felt his orgasm bubble up in his stomach, leaving you to do all the work. you panted as you felt his tip kissing your cervix. you stabilised yourself on his shoulders, fastening your pace. he moaned and moaned, you made him see stars. the best part of the edging in his opinion, was feeling his orgasm hit him like a truck from all the teasing.

all the edging and teasing made him manage to not last a single second, spurting all of his thickness in you, painting your alls white. your thrusting was more than enough, but your degradation was on another level. he’s 100% sure he could come just from your words, that’s also something he would like to try. his heart threatened to jump out of his ribcage when he felt you not stopping, overstimulating him.

“no- ngh, ( y/n ) stop, enough !” he cried and mumbled, not daring to stop you because only Eywa knows what would happen. “you begged for it, now take it.” you said, not being able to hold off a moan.

he rolled his head, hitting the wall once against, his thighs tensing. he could feel his eyes hurting from how much they were rolled back. fuck, this was too much. a thin layer of sweat covering the both of you. you fucked him dumb, like there was no tomorrow. he loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

this was it, in this exact moment he decided you were going absolutely nowhere.

his mouth opened as a second orgasm hit him, the same time it hit you. you both moaned, riding out your highs, head in the clouds. he calmed himself down as he looked at you, a smile plastered on his face.

not only you fucked him, while he enjoyed everything but you two also talked, solving everything out. things weren’t going to be the exact same as before, but he wouldn’t mind working for it again for you.

you panted, him sliding out of you, your cunt smeared in juices, his cum falling down your legs. he guided his hand to your pussy, a thumb pushing his cum in you. you laughed at his gesture, as you hovered your hand over him, to help him get up. he grabbed it, and got up. you silently wore back all your loincloths, making sure everything was okay.

“want to go swim a bit and get all cleaned up ?” he said, waiting for your reply.

you smiled, realising how much he actually knew you.

“yea, sure.” he smirked at your try to sound like you didn’t care. he grabbed you, bridal style, you gasped when you couldn’t feel your feet on a surface anymore. your arm slithered around his neck, holding yourself on something. you walked out of the pod, noticing it wasn’t night yet. he walked a bit, trying to look for a good spot for the two of you. you were very picky on where you wanted to swim.

he noticed one, as you felt his walk getting faster, getting that he was not going to stop.

“neteyam ?” you questioned, as he suddenly started running towards the sea, gripping you tightly. your eyes flashed when the realisation hit you. “no, neteyam- stop !” you said, but it was too late as he jumped in the water, feeling it hug both of your bodies. you swam to the surface, breathing loudly. he resurfaced, and whipped his hair from side to side. you both laughed as you swam towards him, your legs hugging his waist, his hands reaching to hold you by your thighs, arching your back.

you heard him call his ilu, as it came towards him. you jumped on it, hugging neteyam’s back to hold yourself. he placed a hand on your thigh as you both swam. you laughed at his gesture. he’s his daddy’s son.

as the ilu swam faster, he could feel your hold getting more and more tight. you placed your cheek on his back, getting him all worked up and flustered. these were the kind of moments he never wanted to forget, if he were to die that day he would’ve died a happy man. with his mate, in the ocean, everything in place.

you felt him suddenly stop, reaching a part of the village that reminded him of the forest, his home. he thought it was the time that the two things that made him the most happy would finally meet. he got off the ilu, holding a hand for you to grab on. you helped yourself with it, smiling at him. an arm snaked your shoulders, him guiding you in the place.

you couldn’t stand the beauty of it. the variety of plants, the animals, the peacefulness. this was the kind of places that you loved, in that moment also thinking kiri would’ve gone crazy over a location like this. she missed the forest like crazy, but also did neteyam, and probably everyone else. you saddened at the thought of neteyam leaving his home and having to adapt t a whole new home and habitat. you held him tighter, making him raise and eyebrow and smile. he positioned his head on yours, as you both walked.

“i’m definitely faster than you know, i’ve been training.” you said catching his attention, teasing him.

“nah, you’re not.” he said non chalantly. “you’re a pussy.” you laughed at him, getting a flick of his finger on your forehead in return. “ow !” you complained, as you both laughed. he suddenly grabbed your hand, making you run with him, feeling exactly like in the forest. all the colours, couldn’t help but bring you nostalgia. the sky as clear as it could ever be. you both ran.

running deeply, running wild.

you laughed and joked as you jumped from a place to another, noticing you still were both good at it, even though you didn’t get the chance to do this often. your abilities weren’t much need in the metkayina clan, even though you two were the best in the omaticaya clan.

neteyam was smiling, until he heard a familiar sound making him immediately stop, his ears sprung up, a serious expression on his face as his smile dropped. you suddenly stopped running, noticing he also stopped. you were confused, when he motioned you to not move, only making you more confused.

“could you do me a favour ?” he said, looking at you, cupping your face in his hands, the most serious expression plastered on his face.

“yea sure, what is it ?” you asked curiously, waiting for his response.

“run.”

final notes : this is it for tonight y'all lmao, i'm going to sleep. bye !

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marinette is FAR from being a “normal girl, with a normal life” (general criticism, and analysis of the location concept art)

pardon any mistakes, this is a rant post lmaoo

first and foremost, she is the daughter of paris’s most popular bakery. everyone knows it. and it's not loved the same way a long time neighbourhood bakery is loved. sleek high class interior design, like i bet a simple croissant costs 4 euros or smth.

now how about the earlier bakery design?

cluttered, lots of bread stacked everywhere, but it coneys well their love for baking. wonder why those "run down eating places" are always the one that have the greatest tasting food? it's because their heart is in cooking the meal. tbh, reminds me of the bakery in kikis delivery service actually. and why does these two bakeries feel so much nicer despite being so simple looking? because you can feel the hardwork (oh and the brown is a true vibe). full offence but the neatness of the current bakery feels like its a corporate business.

two, while she goes to a public school, it’s like the kids of all the most rich and famous citizens of paris are gathered there. adrien, model and son of renowned fashion designer. chloe, daughter of the mayor. juleka, daughter of famous rock star, alix, daughter of historian at louvre. mylene, daughter of a leading mine performer that had his posters plastered everywhere. that’s like just some of i remember. definitely not normal. unfortunately no concept art of the school. but knowing that the PV did reference marinette's bedroom, im going to assume the school design existed as a brief sketch.

this seems like a classy, rich college, same like the current one. but the design is better, imo, looks more school-ish. and third, it’s so clear that marinette is super rich. like man what the hell that room is thrice the size of mine. yet it lacks so much personality. what does this tell us about her? she likes pink. i seriously cannot find anything here that stands out to me.

this is why i much prefer the concept art locations. at least they look sort of middle class. it also gives marinette a “cozy” vibe, and someone who makes the best out of a given situation.

marinette is given the attic room. lots of beams, not very well furnished. yet she takes advantage of a seemingly bad room by using the beams to place boxes and toys. she also uses cloth to decorate the place, showing her appreciation of cloth design. it’s small, but has character, compared to marinette’s pink spacious room that’s a mess to look at.

furthermore the rooftop clearly isn’t meant to be used like that. but she adds little features to it, such as a simplistic bird house, wood planks to allow an even surface to place stuff/ sit, and a tent tied down by random pink strings and ribbons. it shows how she’s adaptable, creative and caring (bird house). plus it alludes to a sense of defiance and her “wanting to take a break”.

on the other hand, the current (it’s not even called a rooftop it’s called a balcony) is in big open space, smack right in front of the eifel tower, nicely floored with a proper fence and proper table for teapot. nothing here is "make shift" like the previous design. even if marinette did spend time making this place nice, how can we tell? there's nothing that hints to us that she worked on it. it doesn’t convey anything about marinette to us anymore, other than: “oh holy shit she's pretty rich”.

even this even earlier design is simple, but still says more about marinette than the current balcony. she carried her teapot all the way up there even though it's insanely difficult to. this tells us she's willing to put extra effort into things.

you could say im looking too deep into things. but i really am not. people fail to understand that even art, animation and film, every little detail, no matter how small, is important and should tell us the personality of the character.

with all the choices made in the series, how could you convince anyone that marinette is supposed to be normal? the whole concept of marinette and ladybug is that she looks average on the surface, but is capable of being a superhero due to all these favourable character traits of hers that tend to be overlooked. marinette dupain cheng? writers can't even make her look average for gods sake. from her appearance (stereotypically good-looking instead of charmingly cute, there's a difference), and her life in general (blessed with all the chances in the world that basically spoon feeds her her dream).

its exactly like those famous hollywood stars saying how much they suffered before they could succeed. except they were rich from the start with famous parents.

#ladybugclassic #miraculous ladybug criticism #mlb #ladybug pv #i hate everything about the show on god #marinette cheng

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preciadosbass · 1 month

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1/8/24

woke up at 7 but went back to sleep and woke up properly at 10. finished listening to slipknots’ the gray chapter while scrolling through my pinterest feed and got dressed into camo jorts + a skinless shirt and put on all of my bracelets. i love making up new outfits because i always theme the things i wear and make the colours match my shoes, jewellery, etc.

also, i had a pretty odd dream last night, so i’m gunna try and explain it. i met gerard way while i was just about to get to the venue mcr we’re playing in. he was really friendly and i took a few videos with him but then he obviously had to go and play. most of the dream was just me and him talking but i don’t remember what it was about. after he left i continued making my way to the venue and saw them play around 3 songs until i decided i was going to change for some reason?

so i went out of the venue to change and they wouldn’t let me back in so i didn’t see anymore of the show and it was really sad 😭 i woke up thinking it was real and i checked my camera roll for videos of me and gerard and then i realised.. lmaoo — i’m still mad it didn’t happen cuz like even though i only saw three songs that’s still three songs!! and i befriended gerard!! i think i had this dream because i was thinking about mikey ways instagram story before i fell asleep. but like.. he was SO NICE oh my god i know it wasn’t real but i honestly think this is going to trigger a gerard hyperfixation he was so much like how he is in videos and stuff

after getting ready i went to the garden to collect a few stinging nettles so i can make tea later. i ended up getting these weird spikey seeds all over my jorts and hair. there were barely any that weren’t turning yellow but i’m not too bothered because i don’t like the taste anyways, id rather have a smaller amount. i’m only having it because it’s apparently healthy and water makes me sick although it’s one of my favourite drinks.

once i got back inside i made a pinterest board dedicated to alt/punk diy’s i can try out sometime. ive started making patch pants/patches/bottlecap badges/bleached clothes [etc] + i’m currently collecting can tabs to make a bracelet/chain for my trousers but i don’t have enough and ive unfortunately lost my fabric paint for my patches. either way, i still like looking at patch inspo and stuff and i could try and use bleach instead of paint.

i came across a post of a soup can tab with beads threaded onto it with that bendy copper metal stuff and attempted to make one with a normal can tab and a skull bead id chopped off a bracelet i got for 10p at a bootsale. it didn’t look anything like the original and the photo i took of it [shown at end] makes it look 10x more horrendous than it actually is but it looks cool when i wear it.

after looking through some 2023 gerard pics i put fight club on because i’m finally not too tired/busy to watch it!! i briefly played roblox while watching it because i’m the worst at keeping my attention on one thing without getting distracted, i was just as bad while watching beetlejuice. i went out to living room to have something to eat [this feels so embarrassing to say omfg] and came back to my room to carry on watching it at 2:50.

it finished at 4:30 [i honestly thought i’d understand it better, but quite a lot of it just went right over my head. anyways, i liked the way the characters talked.] and then made my ‘this user’ posts, collected gifs for my future posts, + made them drafts up until 5:50 when i finally made my nettle tea. i thought i’d boiled the nettles too much like i usually do but it was actually really weak.

i drank about half because it was making my throat feel really weird so i went out to the driveway and sat with boris while i started making a basket thingy on depop. i think it was making me feel weird because the last time i made it [which was ages ago, i often forget how it tastes] id add honey while i’m boiling it. it could’ve just been too raw, or maybe it’s because of my heightened senses.

i found some really cute stuff. i added a monster energy beanie, a bat belt buckle, a beetlejuice pin [cuz i can never have enough pins], a bat necklace, a cookie monster cap, a long black beaded necklace, a blue fox cap, and a long sleeve black and red striped shirt that i’ve already made up an outfit for etc. after some time of that i went back inside and got ready for my walk. me and my mum walked around where my old primary school was so it was really nostalgic.

i ended up picking up like 30 blackberries because they’re starting to come out now and had a few after looking up how many cals they are. after being back home for like 10 minutes i watched my dad play natural disaster [it was hilarious he got so confused everytime he died] for like ages up until we had to be quiet because my sister was ‘trying to sleep’ so i watched a few clips of mcr interviews and cuddled boris.

i ranged from being in my room to cuddling boris for a while until i had a bit of a smoothie + went upstairs to ask my parents questions about boris. beforehand my dad was giving me advice for the lighting on this picture i took of the smiler when we went to alton towers at the start of july. i then asked the questions [took just about as much time as it usually would and came downstairs to boris at 1:20 [or something.]

i gave him his last meal of the day, told him about my day and finished saying goodnight to him at 2:14. i give him these treats he really loves every night but he was extra happy about me handing them to him today. i wrote the rest of my journal entry thing at 2:17 and went to sleep at 2:30. i am not excited to wake up early tomorrow.

have a good day/night -_<

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klonoadreams · 1 year

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I was reading all the posts about Mako and, damn, now I have a taste(? for the couple that won't be a couple, Dellinger x Mako.

It's impossible but that has never stopped the ships. (And then I remember the age difference they have, it would be more or less the difference between Pudding and Sanji, right?)

Would there be about 4 Fishman/human hybrids? Big Mom's twins, Mako and Dellinger?

Who would be your actress in mind for a live action? I dominate Anya Taylor Joy or Isabella Gomez.

Lmao the NOTP of interest, like nope for reasons but also owo 👀

I getchu tho, its the concept, the parallels, but also, without Dellinger, we wouldn't have had Mako in the first place.

It's an interesting concept. Also yee, those actresses seem cool, Jenna Ortega or Xochitl Gomez are also some I'd have in mind too. So fun :V

Idk about the hybrids, yes maybe??? Idk lmaoo

Also gather round for my tirades. Its gonna get looong lmao and also at some point I went fuck it because nuance but also I don't have the brain cells to even go anything further than what I just blurbed lmao.

Like, sometimes I forget that Pudding is 16, but like that's why I had to make One Piece the exception to a lot of shenanigans, given the complexity of the fact that you got 17 and 19 year olds drinking so much, which even by the standards of Japan's drinking age, its still under it (which is 20).

So at soem point I was just fuck it, we ball. It's like with my Naruto fics, where you just set apart the civilians from our ninjas. Do that with pirates and whatever.

But remember, civilians are exempt from this. Thats why you got Mei flirting (albeit, playfully) with Chouko and how Killer B said she wasn't his type do to marriage custom shenanigans. And of course pre official genin Haku considered a civilian when he got engaged to Chouko, even tho he's older than her lmaooo.

It's honestly easier this way, but always keep in mind there is a line to be drawn. And that's why you got Law, Robin, Mako, and so many others that are resentful of the World Government.

Because they didn't even have a choice when they were all forced to grow up so soon, which is why so many of them are stunted to a degree. Even Mako has her own suffering, with how she kept suppressing her own emotions, to the point it made her sick because her body could not handle the strain at all.

Zoro probably has the most "normal" ish upbringing like he went through a lot, but no abuse, no neglect, no world government bs, but something along the lines of what I call Bridge to Terebithia, where you lose your childhood friend so suddenly like that. Because life is random sometimes and it sucks (also the writer's son's friend irl died via lightning strike, but it was tweaked to what happened in the book because it wasn't as realistic so yeah), and it will forever stay with you. So live on.

Probs the most stable as a result, he is a rock. Love him. :V

#ask #mmyrve #one piece #mako (oc)#gone fishing (fanfic)#feel free to ask me about mako #its a complex mess and i love it #the ship of interest owo

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subskz · 1 year

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Aur right Miss Rin, I WANNA KNOW when u became a Stay. You honestly give Stay since Debut vibes (especially w/ ur love of Levanter) but I am often Wrong saur...

I, personally, only became a Stay in April 2021. My friends peer-pressured me into changing my pfp on Discord to Felix and I was like "He's actually p cute.. what group is he from?" and the rest is history. Now I'm the #1 Yeni Lover and Awkward Silence Enthusiast.

I also dragged my mom into this mess too in June 2021 (she's Felix biased with Chan as a bias wrecker and she also loves Hyunjin, Han, & Seungmin too). She went to the concert with me, so we both witnessed the infamous:

"Felix!!! Take me, Felix!!!" -Han Jisung; July 14, 2022

She laughed, I was absolutely Going Insane in the seat next to her with the thought: "The sub!skz council must know abt this"

ANYWAYS

Bonus Question: What's your favorite random Skz song? Can be a title track, b-side, solo, duet, trio, sub-unit, player, record, cover, etc.

Bonus BONUS Question: What's your favorite "era" for each member? For me, it's:

Chan - Miroh or Yellow Wood

Minho: Levanter (specifically all these looks⬇️ the satin(?) shirts with the sheer ascots)

Changbin: Go Live

Hyunjin: Oddinary

Han: I am Who?

Felix: Noeasy

Seungmin: 5-star

Jeongin: Maxident

hello my dearest pink! please the way u got into skz is killing me…lix is the most dangerous gateway drug huh 😭 what drew u to yeni? im wondering if back door being their most recent cb at the time had anything to do w it bc i think he shone so much in that era <3

i am unfortunately not a debut stay ㅠ but i’m kinda honored i give off that vibe hehe i got into skz in january 2019! my friend had been trying to get me into kpop for so long but i just never clicked w any groups she showed me…then one day i came across the name “stray kids” on twt and it stood out to me bc i thought it was cool! so i checked out i am you and immediately fell in love…my friend was so mad LOL. miroh will always hold a special place in my heart bc it was not only my first comeback w skz but their first win too!!

it’s so cute that u got ur mother into them too!! she has good taste 😼 I REMEMBER WHEN U SENT UR ASK ABT THAT LMAOO little did she know the absolute illness that unleashed on us all…a moment in sub skz history

hmm if im understanding the question right u mean just any random song out of their discography? if that’s the case i’ll go w silent cry! how abt u?

i agree so much abt lino’s levanter styling…the soft sweaters n silk shirts they had him in made him look so so angelic 😞 i’m a bit indecisive so i probably cant settle on just one era for each member heh

chan - i am you/go live

lino - levanter/i am who

binnie - miroh/go live

hyune - i am who/levanter

jisung - miroh/5 star

felix - yellow wood/oddinary

seungmo - 5 star/maxident

innie - maxident/in life

#ask #pink #in retrospect me getting into skz bc of i am you was like a preview of the way levanter would alter the course of my life forever #i am you is like her little sister to me…

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kookieswan · 1 year

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wHeeEeEE HAPPY 2 YEAR ANNIVERSARY 🎉🥳🎉🥳🎉🥳 thank you for being here with us !! I hope tumblr can always be your place to relax and feel safe ❤️❤️

as for the questions, this is so random but I actually want to ask your opinion about taro flavor lmaoo like do you like it or not ? because almost all of the people around me LOVE it. sometimes I feel like the odd one for not liking it. I just can’t find the appeal of the taste-

and for all of RL characters, (sorry if this had been asked before) what do they usually do everyday ? do they have a routine or something ? I wonder how jungkook survives there 💀 does he even have other things to do aside from guarding lmao isn’t it boring to do that all day everyday ?

thankies ! enjoy your day :D

Ah, this got lost in my inbox. Thank you 🌸

I can’t say that I have an opinion because I can’t remember the last time I had taro anything tbh. I know it’s a popular milk tea flavor but I usually stick to more fruity flavors a majority of the time like mango/strawberry/coconut. (Although I had rosehip bubble tea recently and it was killer.) I’ll have to give it a try!

It depends on the Nightmare. Some are subjected to experiments, some are left to rot in their cells, and some are sent to have meetings with Doctors to talk about whatever. MC is part of this group and is the one that most often talks to the Nightmares. Most others don’t care to.

It’s a known fact to the doctors that Nightmares take much longer to deteriorate mentally/physically compared to humans, and so they’re not really cared for well. They maybe get a meal a day, wash whenever the guards allow them to, and get virtually nothing for mental stimulation. The best they have is the ability to talk to their cell mates.

Jungkook does guard all day everyday. He’s stationed on the 13th floor aka the floor all our Nightmares are stored on. He’s usually close to Yoongi and Seokjins room but also has rounds that he has to do. All in all, it’s a bit of a boring job heh.

#red light ♥️#answers

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i wanted to send this on anon cause im Scared but its fine. jess i originally followed you for resident evil content because you were rbing some banger fucking posts and you just happen to post about a bunch of other stuff (some of which im into) and so i like reading your posts when they show up on my dash. and i absolutely dont know jack shit about yj but i look at your posts about it and i literally dont know any of the characters or story i *only* know your posts but im sitting here reading them with a hand over my mouth dramatically like ohhhh.... how could they say that about jackie..... dont do her like that 😭

SORRY I HAVE ANON OFF (probably permanently tbh) SO IM SO SO SORRY ABT THAT..... BUT I SERIOUSLY APPRECIATE YOU SENDING THIS IN 😭😭😭😭 i always see you interacting w/ my posts and rbs and stuff so its super appreciated.... i apologize for not following back im just super picky but we shall now become mutuals i promise.... thank u fo r sending this in like seriously i am so happee!!!! i dont even remember what i was rbing in terms of RE but if you ever wanted to talk abt it just hmu!!!!!! oalways in desperate need for ppl w/ Good Taste whos also into RE. or anything else tbh!

but thank you for this again :] i always feel like im just writing and posting nonsense tbh KFDGLNFDG so this was nice to see. IM SO GLAD THAT YOU ONLY KNOW ABT YJ BASED ON MY POSTINGS THOUGKDLF GNDF its ok im right abt everything regarding it so youre in good hands❤️ (half joking) AND YOURE SO FUNNY BTW LMAOO the fandom DOES do her like that and thats why im here.... im here to complain......

#mine #text #asks #dykefagtommy #this was super nice and sweet thank u so much....#esp since ive been feeling super weird abt my presence on the internet #i just feel .... shitty idk #but yes yes. thank yoiu again :] hope you have a good one!

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janedoe-ing · 8 months

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rating all the guys ive liked before ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

~ *mr*n (darjah 1) = 8/10

tbh since its my first childhood crush so it was so cutesy and innocent type of love so im rating this high. never really talked to him pun actually, once had an encounter when i was pulling my stone heavy beg tarik onto this giant ass stairs when i was going home and he offered to help me!!! cute kan.... but he was holding another girl's hand also during that time so 😅😅 kinda soul crushing for a 7 y/o but hidup ni keras dik...... also his dad was a friend of my dad so... yeah....

visual purposes: normal boy, chinese looking, botak in a way there's some spikey hairs growing if that makes sense

~ first (darjah 3) = 9/10

rating him the HIGHEST bcs he was the best and the most painful one. i feel like i talked a lot abt him earlier when i made this account. we literally are so close and in sync with each other it's insane. i can definitely say he's my soulmate, not kidding. never met somebody so close to him until now. but hes an ick now thats for sure after stalking his account. his physicals is obviously different than when i knew him as this scrawny tall kid. his attitude might've changed too. never heard from him again since our mothers had an argument and decided to stop being friends with each other. that's the most devastating part of it, the fact that we never had the chance to say good bye or even articulate anything. i always wonder what we could've been if we never got separated. i have his socials, but i don't think i have the guts to actually text him and tell him who i am. he might not even remember who i was, and maybe i was just a girl who happen to be apart of his life, for a little while. but he was one of the biggest things that has ever happened to me. it's always has been like this. i was never apart of something much.

~ n*s**m (darjah 3) = 5/10

honestly i liked him for quite a short time and mostly bcs he was my ketua kelas and nothing more. he grew up to be annoying tho i remember him asking me details about my facial treatments but in a weird way. so it ICKED me. (this was back in 2019)

~ *n*q* (darjah 4) = 7/10

I GOT TASTE OK BABES FOR THIS ONE!!!!! HES TALL AS HELL!!!! archery kid, pengawas kantin, handsome among our batchmates, in the first tier of classes (one of the smartest classes) like ????????? a total snatch ok.... but hes annoying tho from what i could remember but in a normal way like how boys are at that age....

~ *mr*n (darjah 4) = 6/10

ok this is so funny bcs the guy above is his fucking bestfriend and i decided to like him after that LMAOO but to be fair i liked him bcs he liked me first so macam.... KJSFNJKFSJK visually that time hes normal-cute but now hes scarily hot like KJSBDJKBK but not hot HOT, its like 'oh hot' type of guy when ur friend asked u if he's hot or not.... and he's weirdly famous for some reason now... but anyways...

~ *q*l (darjah 5) = 4/10

i feel like this is more of a fling rather than a crush tbh bcs ??? i can't remember shit about him... boring.... other than he's tall as hell..... yikes..... he's 180++ now so imagine being tall at 11 y/o..... have the looks back in primary but now he's just meh. boring. next. unkept looking in a way??? like bro shaving exists!!!

~ *zz (darjah 6) = 1/10

wtf babi bcs wtf is this HAHAHHA THIS IS LIKE ONLY FOR A FEW DAYS KOT OR A WEEK AT MOST bcs i remember making jokes ABOUT him and sitting next him but thats all 😭 maybe that's what got me to the 'feelings' LMAO ITS SO FUNNY............

~ h**k*l (darjah 6 - form 2) = 5/10

prolly my first crush that has ever exceeded more than 3 months bcs ??? and the cringiest moments of us were when we were at our langkawi trip???? i was delusional as hell thinking im THAT bitch to kinda woo him abit but when i looked back at those pictures i looked like shit bro..... WHAT WAS I THINKING WEARING RED LEGGINGS WITH A LOW PONYTAIL AND A MATCHING WHITE BLOUSES WITH MY OTHER GANG MEMBERS.... WTF????? AND A BLUE KNAPSACK TOO?? THE HELL????? they said the devil wears prada but i would say that devil wears knapsacks ok!!!!!! #kingkylie era btw so i was smiling in a weird way, like in a way trying to do the 'duck lips' so..... funny..........

also it icks me A LOT when he started getting overly attentive at my number of followers.... like every time i tried to make a conversation he'll go 'oh dia kan budka hot ada 1k followers' like ??????????? the hell??????????? also that receding hairline and that big ass forehead deserves criminal time babes bcs wtf!

~ *p*n (form 2-4) = 2/10

caused me the most embarrassment and quite some pain (weirdly) bcs i took our situationship like a cinta monyet kind of era, so it shouldn't hurt as much but weirdly it caused me quite some pain and trauma...... maybe bcs i was cheated too!!!!!!!! his ugly ass GLOWED EVEN DOWN-ER!!!! thats what u get as kifarah babes for cheating on me!!!! also heard that he got cheated by his ex that he cheated on me with!! karma is my boyfriend!!!!!

most well known 'relationship' too among our batchmates and thinking about this back made me wanna stab myself 100 times and twist the knife around the wound bcs why was i SO STUPID.......... also he was VERY PUSHY in making us official like ??? chill ???? (obviously we didn't bcs i have commitment issues)

honestly idk wtf did i saw in him like ???? the visuals are obviously out, his personality is compensating for it i guess.... not so much after our 'break up' that's for sure 💀 he's an ick to the society now like i literally stalked his socials a few days ago bcs it happened to pass by my account and he started rt-ing things about sex and drugs and cigarettes in public like ????? make a fake account or something pls like i don't wanna know that you like to eat your girlfriend's ass....

personally, i would never handle that type of embarrassment and cringeyness and disrespect... so... that explains a lot.....

~ curly fries (form 4) = 2/10

tbh just a stupid camp crush and that's all... we exchanged shirts and ties and stuff but nothing more... also he's a fuckboy and kept getting uglier the more i see him.... also curly hair is not a good look on u babes personally so nope.............. i feel like i only 'liked' him for a month? BYE ok i just remembered we had called each other from public phones sial wtfffffff ok but thats all (other than the cringey moments from mfls that i still remember rn) 😭😭

~ ch*ng (form 4) = 2/10

more like a fling tbh maybe bcs i was bored, and tbh hes just a rebound... felt so bad for this but it is what it is KSJBDKJ but we kinda are each other's rebounds... so... that makes it equal... i guess.... also we met through auni, which makes this funnier bcs she literally tried to matchmake us like cupid or sumn 💀💀 i think it went for 3-4 months, and he BARELY tried to keep up so NOPEEEEE + hes not even my type other than tall so... YIKEs.... also... hes a kelantanese.... walking red flag who....

~ plushie (degree) = 5/10

ongoing pain tbh but we roll!!!!!11 hes so nice and etc but the thing is..... HES GAY SIAL.................. so obviously stopped liking him bcs why would i wait for somebody who won't even see me 😭😭 plus we're close so that makes it weirder.... and he didn't know abt me liking him, so basically he did all these things and shit and sending me mixed signals, and i have been delusional this whole time!!!!! good to know!!! time to move on!!!!!!!

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11/2/23 — 10:05p

y parents say this was a good vacation, and my sister said she enjoyed herself too. i just cant shake the feeling of that it wasnt?

am i overthinking it?

i mean, it wasnt the worst vacation we've had.. its probably the best one, if we're judging it on how much my parents argued. they didnt really argue this time, but its because my dad just went with whatever my mom said.

i think not being able to ignore my mom's behavior is what ruined it for me.

but also, its my fault, too, i guess.

i guess i made her act up sometimes. i got yelled at, i think, twice? by both her and my dad. the first time, they both yelled at me at the same time. i didnt take my medicine that day (because i dont have to take my vyvanse every day), so i felt more sad than usual. when im sad, i have a disrespectful tone to my voice, and im irritable. it didnt help that my dad called the waitress in the restaurant short as soon as we entered the building. anyways, they yelled at me because of the tone of my voice. if im being honest, i tuned out what they said so i didnt remember what they said. all i remember is my mom saying, "this is why i hate talking to you," and i said, "then dont talk to me." which, i admit, was a bad way to respond.

the other time was earlier today. we were sitting in the hot tub/spa thing, and my family were talking. my dad was talking about how he didnt want to go back to work, and my brother said he likes his job. then, he talked about how he was thinking about college or smth like that. my dad responds about how some colleges are pro-palestine, like, my dad was saying it like it was a bad thing. not wanting to hear my dad's bigotry, told him that i didnt want to talk about that right now. whatever, whatever, my brother talks abt how him and my sister can get their concealed carry license, or whatever tf if, is when we get back in town. my dad was like basically challenging my brother in like "you dont need one anymore... not if you go down [enter highway number here]" and my brother said that they travel outside of that route number, and my dad ways like "where do you go, huh?" and my brother said "everywhere...." and i didnt want them to fight abt it, so i said, "can you please just let them do what they want to." my dad said, "are you trying to pick a fight with me or something? why the fuck are you acting like that?" i just stayed quiet the rest of the time and was in my head the rest of the time.

maybe im just in my head.

maybe it was a good trip, and i just cant feel anything positive

maybe i just have to find something wrong in everything.

noo, my mom does that. she finds something wrong about everyone she sees. she assumes everyone has negative intentions. the server today asked us if everything tasted fine, and asked if we needed anything. my mom said, "she probably doesn't think shes going to get a tip because we look poor" i just looked at her. it took everything in me not to say something because theres no fucking way 😭 she says that ALL THE TIME, and it frustrates me. the woman is just doing her job, leave her alone :,)

i need to write out what we did each day of my vacation in detail so i can go over it with my counselor. i cant do it until i get home, though, because then i can type as fast as my brain goes lol.

typing these out on my phone is so hard. im not an extremely slow typer, but i am suchhh a fast typer when i have a computer keyboard. sometimes i get so frustrated when im typing on my phone because my brain is moving so fast, but my fingers cant type it fast enough, lmaoo

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I HOPE YOU NEVER HAVE TO TAKE THE BUS AGAIN CUZ THIS JUST SOUNDS SO ANNOYINNNGGG

I LOVED EVERY SECONF OF THE YANGYANG FIC BOTH CUZ OF THE STORY AND THE SONG CHOICES!!!! awsten being a guitar teacher is just such a weird thing imo like i would've never imagined that about him ngl :o but now i see the fic in a new light might reread it once more later in the week🫢

I LOVE LOVEJOY SOOMUCH AND ITS SO RARE TO FIND SOMEONE WHO ALSO DOES!!!! (THAT IS ONE OF MY FAV PARTS FROM THE FIC!!! LIKE THE LOVEJOY LYRICS TOOK ME BY SURPRISE) perfume is one of their best songs istg!! i'm so glad tommy convinced them to release it!!! i was(and still am) such a diehard mc youtuber fan;-; wilbur and tommys vlogs are just so funny!! i'm glad they led u to lovejoy cuz their music is truly amaziiinnggggg;-;

aespa are so amazing i'm so excited about their upcoming album all of the songs sound like such a bop!! U SOULD CHECK OUT BEABADOBEE I HAVE BEEN IN LOVE WITH HER MUSIC SINCE SUMMER SHE IS SO GOOD!!! I RECOMMEND HER VERY MUCH!!! AND I HOPE U WILL ENJOY HER MUSIC AS WELL

HIHIHI OFC I LOVE 5SOS🫢🥰 tbh when i realized how many of the same artists we both listen to i was like this person was meant for me💆‍♀️i love ur music taste so much!!!! and i will check out wallows cuz i listened to a couple of their songs before that were popular but i never really checked them out so thank u💞💖💓 (i'm an avid listener for both chase atlantic and the driver era as well🫡) wahhh i will check out baekhyun too i always see his name but i never listened to him!!! (and the way u wrote that made me laugh so hard, i hope u will win against haechan some day don't give up the fight🤞)

i'm so scared to recommend cuz they might not be ur taste in music😟buuttt some of my fav songs atm: kár by elefánt, macskák by elefánt, bálnák by dzsúdló, sprint by dzsúdló, na mindegy by carson coma, porszem my carson coma (and tbh i recommend anything by carson coma i feel like they would fit ur music taste the best if u happened to like any of these)

i may happened to be from hungary yesss🫣so hi neighbor🥳🙋‍♀️

(IM SORRY FOR WRITING THIS MUCH I KNOW U PROBABLY DONT MIND BIT I STILL FEEL THE NEED TO SAY SORRY - liebestraum anon💕)

I PROMISED TO MYSELF TO NEVER FEEL PRESSURED TO DO SO EVER AGAIN HAHAHA.

AAAAH thank u sm for saying that!!! awsten being a guitar teacher is a weird concept i agree but it strangely fits?? also i remember him saying he used to teach 5sos songs which made my heart so happy AHAHA anyways perfume is literally the best song ever and lovejoy slap idc what anyone says. tommy deserves the whole world for convincing them to keep the song i owe him my life AHAHA you being a mcyt fan is so valid of you. i had my mc phase when i was younger (mainly bc i have an older brother so we played together) so i was big on my slovak/czech mc youtubers back in the day HAHA but nowadays i dont watch many youtubers tbh,,, i WAS a big sidemen girlie tho DJFKLA i still watch their vids sometimes. also the uk commentery scene back in the day had such a chokehold on me that i still follow will, alex and memelous on instagram lmaoo

DID U SEE THE CLIPS FROM AESPAS CONCERT ningnings solo killed me. i love that girl w my whole heart and thIS ?? if they dont add the solos to the album im gonna riot

i havent had time to check up beabadobee but i promise to do so soon and then give u a report!! if u have any favorite songs from her pls send them my way!!

GIRL WE ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER our music taste matches so well what the fuck this never happened to me before AAA YOU EVEN LIKE THE DRIVER ERA????????? ross lynch was my first ever celebrity crush and im afraid to admit that he has the same hold on me now that im almost 20 than he had back when i was 9. i dont know ALL wallows songs btw im more of a casual fan but the ones i know are so good omg. also baekhyun!!! my kr&b king!! pls listen to his music he is such a good vocalist AAA (i dont think im winning against hyuck any time soon tho >:()

also im now listening to the songs you recommended so let me give you a live reaction. kár sounds very very vibey omg i love it actually ???? went straight to my playlist i love the synth?? macskák has very edgy depressed vibe i love it too omg?????? in my playlist you go. bálnák sounds like a nct dream b-side but in hungarian i stan. very very vibey. sprint has a very good beat!! its enjoyable to listen to but not really my vibe tbh. na mindegy is sO FUCKING GOOD WHAT ?? you were right this is truly my vibe i added this to my playlist too omg. porszem towards the end when it gets louder?? slaps. my favorites were definitely the first two and then na mindegy !!!!!

hello neighbor hhhh im slovak <33 (if you didnt know already bc i slap it to everyones face LMAO)

dont apologize for writing so much i really enjoyed talking abt music w you!!!!!! <33

#💌ask #liebestraum anon

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Asking For It

A First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

Liked by y/ninsta, champagnepapi, dualipa, saweetie, cardib, theestallion, 2forwoyne, and 3,495,662 others

jackharlow: my current view 😍

jackandy/naremyparents: I literally want her to step on me 😫

urbanandjack24: you and me both. she is so fucking gorgeous. jackharlow has no idea how lucky he is

jackharlow: urbanandjack24 trust me I know 😏

saweetie: where yall at?! yall finally used that damn yacht you spent so much money on. y/ninsta face card never declines. my bestie is one bad ass bitch 😌

jackharlow: saweetie in an undisclosed location 😏

druski2funny: jackharlow just say you in your wife's pussy because we ALL know that's where you really at 🙄

sza: druski2funny aye yo! 🤣🤭

jackharlow: druski2funny I sense some animosity 🤔

saweetie: he just mad for no reason

druski2funny: um excuse me saweetie I do have a reason

y/ninsta: druski2funny look if I knew you were about to hang this over my head I would have never done it

theestallion: y/ninsta done what sis?

y/ninsta: druski2funny is mad because I ate the rest of the macaroni and cheese that I originally made for MY HUSBAND. It's not MY fault you were late. urbanwyatt gave you fair warning

lilnasx: how did I know this would be about some damn food?

saweetie: naw lilnasx y/n be putting actual CRACK in her shit. I'm convinced.

cardib: she made the meatballs for my baby shower and a fight almost broke out over them 😭

lilnasx: well damn y/ninsta hook me up sis

y/ninsta: lilnasx I got you baby 😘

dualipa: hmm I can think of something else that probably makes macaroni sounds 😏

normani: DUA!!!

jackharlow: dualipa I swear when I see you it's on sight 😡

dualipa: jackharlow let me just get one teensy taste

jackharlow: dualipa you not stressing me out today. y/ninsta do something about her.

y/ninsta: dualipa now from the top make it drop that's some wet ass pussy 🤣

jackharlow: y/ninsta can't trust your ass to do anything 😒

y/ninsta: jackharlow you can trust me to make you cum 😏

jackharlow: y/ninsta touché

urbanwyatt: still remember when all jackharlow and y/ninsta could make was ramen

y/ninsta: I don't remember your ass trying to help me cook in our apartment. don't get disrespectful 😒

y/ninsta: and besides jackharlow still can't cook. my baby be tryin tho. his latest consisted of him burning my grilled cheese

jackharlow: y/ninsta it was not burnt!

brandisimmons: jackharlow she sent me a picture. it was burnt.

normani: brandisimmons lmaoo Brandi always be throwing shade at jackharlow 😭

jackharlow: y/ninsta baby girl don't make me bring up the time you almost set our apartment building ablaze

theestallion: why am I not surprised 🙃

y/ninsta: jackharlow THAT WAS URBAN

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta IT WAS NOT

2forwoyne: I'm convinced we're never going to get the real story

y/ninsta: well when me and jackharlow get back I'll make a whole southern style dinner for yall

saweetie: BITCHHH where do I send my RSVP!?

sza: me too!

normani: count me in!

druski2funny: yall better leave me some mac and cheese this time smh

y/ninsta: druski2funny then make sure you don't run on CP time 🙄

2forwoyne: y/ninsta I know you not talking

y/ninsta: 2forwoyne I know where you live. don't play with me

2forwoyne: PG!!! wasn't y/ninsta ALWAYS late to school? UNLESS jackharlow went and got her 🙄

urbanwyatt: I'm surprised she graduated 😫

shloob_: I see no lies

nemo: and would bring McDonald's 🙄

acepro: but here's the thing... SHE ONLY BROUGHT MCDONALD'S FOR HER AND jackharlow

y/ninsta: um excuse me!?! I had to make sure my baby ate so he could focus in class

2forwoyne: y/ninsta oh so just fuck the rest of us, right?

y/ninsta: jackharlow tell them to stop picking on me! 🙃

jackharlow: aye! yall leave my baby alone

quiiso: and yall remember for jackharlow's birthday our senior year they went out to breakfast and left us and didn't tell us

y/ninsta: that's it PG do NOT show up next Sunday 😒

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta BUT I LIVE HERE

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt go live with druski2funny I'm kicking you out. expect to see your shit outside

druski2funny: urbanwyatt I'm a good roommate. come on over.

urbanwyatt: druski2funny I'll pass

2forwoyne: naw but forreal tho y/ninsta can you make those barbecue ribs again? shit was hittin

y/ninsta: 2forwoyne naw don't be nice now 🙄

theestallion: I just have one request!

y/ninsta: theestallion anything sis!

theestallion: we want the tea about what maggieharlow said about jackharlow thinking he got you pregnant when yall were 16

urbanwyatt: OH LORD

y/ninsta: theestallion that was one facetime call that me and jackharlow will NEVER live down

jackharlow: idk how maggieharlow did it but she basically kicked my ass over a phone call and OF COURSE nothing happens to wifey 🙃

claybornharlow: I remember when we all went drag racing at 3 am and y/ninsta and jackharlow almost got arrested a few months after that. Good times.

y/ninsta: CLAYBORN!!!!

jackharlow: claybornharlow at this point you just ASKING to die aren’t you?

urbanwyatt: that was fun 😄

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt no it wasn't. you were high and just.... I have PTSD from that night

maggieharlow: what ELSE are you two hiding y/ninsta jackharlow?

y/ninsta: maggieharlow imma just take the L at this point but... this was ALL jackharlow's fault! I am INNOCENT

jackharlow: count on my wife to throw me under the bus 🙄

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tokoyamisstuff · 3 years

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Weapons Don't Weep Ch. 2 - Doctor Otto Octavius x Reader

!No Way Home Spoilers!

Summary: It's been several weeks since the incident, and your new roommate is getting too comfortable for your own taste.

Warnings: Slight Angst and Mentions of Mental Illness, Alcohol, Bed-Sharing, not proofread bc f*ck this app

Words: 2178

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A/N: I said "Slow Burn" but it's from the POV of a very impatient writer lmaoo

"I can't remember allowing you to turn my place into your personal workshop."

The floor was dirtied with machine oil and scratched up through tools and heavy machinery. Looking around, you sighed internally at the thought of having to clean up this mess while just coming home from your nightshift.

Several piles of paperwork were laid out onto your desk, and even if you could decipher his handwritig, you would still not be able to understand their contents.

At the beginning - out of boredom but also gratitude of everything you had so selflessy done for him - the doc had repaired several broken things in your flat. The dishwasher, for example, and you liked to joke about them hopefully not becoming sentient as well.

But as time passed and his healing progressed, the man would disappear at the security of the night, where to you did not know...

...but he never came back empty-handed.

It took your weird new friend a while to acknowledge your presence right now, being too deeply sunken into his work.

Because even though you had already told him about clean energy existing in this universe, he was eager to prove his theory correct - it was the only thing left for him, after all.

"Hey, Doc..."

"Just Otto is perfectly fine." The man wouldn't waste a sole second of potential time, not even looking up from the work he had buried himself into. "Welcome home, my dear!"

The nickname you had already gotten used to made you relax a little - but your worry wouldn't falter. "Did you even sleep while I was gone? Ate, drank...any break at all?"

A look into the fridge answered your latter question. "Gosh, you're hopeless..."

Two of his claws would take the heavy grocery bags that still laid in the entrance, carrying them to you all of a sudden.

"I can do it myself, Otto" you dismissed instead of thanking him, but he just waved it off. "We did it unconsciously."

Even though this technology surely was amazing, and so was Octavius for being intelligent enough to command four excess limbs...

...but sometimes you wondered who is actually controlling whom in this constellation.

"Otto..." you chanted with the most alluring voice, as if to lure him out of his trance. The metal appendices eyed you warily as you approached him from behind, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Sit down for a minute. Let me see the wound."

Your touch made him snap out of it, turning around with a crooked smirk on his face. "Anything for you, my dearest."

Only now the man himself realized how exhaustion got the better of him, slacking down on the sofa with a deep sigh.

"You can't ignore your body like this, Otto" you scolded him as he took off his turtleneck, revealing his chest.

"Well, my body is a temple" the man snickered as he joked, patting his belly. "Ancient and probably haunted."

"Ugh, boomer-humor." The man rose an eyebrow at that word not belonging to his repertoire, but you wouldn't explain it to him.

You weren't up to his self-depricating humor, almost angrily ripping the plaster off his wound. "Not funny."

Neglecting your own needs is also a form of self-harm, and you were sure that he was doing it ok purpose...

...but because of what?

Otto had never really been very talkative when it came to his past until now, but you wanted to give it time.

It hasn't even been a whole month since you found him in that dark alleyway, and though the crumbles of detail he told you sounded like wild fiction, you wanted to believe him.

Robbing banks to finance your project was surely a crime, but nothing diabolical or worth cursing his own existence for.

It's sure he was hiding something from you.

"The wound has healed very well." He smiled at your words, pulling a strand of hair out of your face as you tried to concentrate on the new bandage. "All thanks to you."

Annoyed and admittedly a little bit flustered at the compliment, you avoided his eyes, noticing the cigars placed on the table. "Could you please not smoke in here? My landlord will kill me."

"As if that ruin of a house could get any filthier" he curved your demand, and you wondered if he was so unnerving on purpose.

"But I still can't afford to be thrown out of here anyway. You've never been a broke college student, haven't you?

"I was, but way before your time." You snorted at that comment as Otto scratched his chin in thought, adding "And I'm not exactly a person that wouldn't attract attention to the outside world."

Mustering up the courage to ask, your hand swiftly ran from the bandage to the inflexible belt around his waist, wondering how straining it would be to wear this heavy thing all the time. "Then why won't you just take this off?"

A little taken aback at your suggestion, together with that expecting look of yours, he started to become a little more frantic...

...yet around you, the short-tempered man was in fact very restrained.

It had been some time since his last outburst, and every time 'Doc Ock' broke through, you were quick to soothe that part of himself as well.

"The reason is as trivial as it is tragic: I can't. They're connected to my spinal cord." Regret was present in his tone, and you immediately had to think of that burned-looking chip in his neck.

You've seen it many times when you peeked over his shoulder as he worked on something - and whatever purpose it may serve, it appeared broken.

"I guess I could smoke with the window open, if that's a compromise you're okay with" he tried to change the topic, reassuringly petting your hair.

"Whatever..." you mumbled under your breath, jumping up to shut the blinds. "Let's just go to sleep. We both had a busy night and need some rest."

You gestured for him to stand up, knowing it was hard for the curteous man to steal your bed this whole time - but he was older and injured, and the 'tentacles' needed space as well.

However, guilt was washing over the man as he saw you cowering on the sofa, after having worked so hardly without an end.

He'd definetly return the favour once he'd be able to - that much he swore upon the little honor he had left!

It was already way past 5pm when you finally awoke from your almost comatose nap. After having accomondated to the constant sound of cracking and whirring metal, it was easy for you to ignore everything else.

You weren't surprised that the Doc would already be up way before you, but not what he was working on now:

Fine scents of something delicious graced your nostrils, drowning out the usual smell of motor oil, metal and cigars.

Old-fashioned music accented the scenery, together with some candles that had been collecting dust in your cupboard for years.

"Ah, the little sunshine has awoken to bless us with her bright warmth."

You covered your lips with one hand, not wanting to make the impression that you were mocking him - but seeing him that carefree for a change did conjure a smile to your face.

"What are you doing, Ot-" He wouldn't let you finish the sentence, a gloved index finger stroking your lips before he offered you his hand to help you up. "Shh. Today is all about you - to honor your generosity."

Unwilling to let go off of your hand, he led you across the small room and offered you a chair. A fine wine was already filling your glass, in opposite to the hard liquor he usually craved when he was alone with his - their - thoughts.

"I hope my cooking skills are not as rusted as I think" Octavius laughed wholeheartedly before raising the glass. "To my savior, and new friendships. Cheers!"

Several hours - and bottles of wine - later, you realized that it had been forever since you've had this much fun.

It sure was nice having some company - for the both of you. And your presence could work wonders, banishing the ghosts in his head, or at least driving them into a corner...

...but there was still the feeling that you could also make those demons stronger than ever.

"Your talent is wasted on your field, Y/N..." the man rested his arms on the desk, staring intensely at you. "How about you become my assistant?"

"I literally can't solve the easiest equations even with a calculator." You tipped backwards on the chair, almost falling over if not for a claw holding you in place. "And I have two left hands." Okay, that may be a little overdramatic - the stitches on his wound were done pretty well.

"Yeah, I figured" he chuckled darkly, his finger on the edge of his glass.

"But you're still gonna become the first person to witness the power of my invention" the man further uttered quite proud, "You'll be both amazed and astonished!"

"Typical." Twirling the wine before sipping it completely, you drank on the courage to approach him. "Only talking about work..."

You swayed towards the man, giving it your utmost to not appear as drunk as you were feeling on the inside. Supporting yourself on the edge of the table, you leaned forwards until your face met his.

"I rarely ever see your eyes..." you pondered out loud, the alcohol breaking down the wall between your mind and your mouth. "Why are you wearing sunglasses even on the inside?"

Truth be told, the voices in his head were already distracting enough - so the glasses protected him from sensory overload.

"Feisty little thing" he whispered as he grabbed both of your hands, yet unable to keep you from taking them off.

"May I?" Excitement at the sudden proximity got the better off him, leaping up from his seat and pulling you towards his chest, one hand gently placed on your waist.

There was no need for you to know how to dance, since Otto was doing both your parts effortlessly - even with all that excess weight on his back.

Your bright laughter was like a symphony in his ears as he swirled you around - and he was not the only one enjoying himself.

"More" the voices urged him, primitive AI reacting to his endorphines. He tried to silence them, instead dwelling in this moment he did desperately not want to ruin.

"More. More more more MORE!"

"Huh?" The music had stopped and so did he, clutching onto you while still holding you firmly. "Otto...everything alright?"

The man cut you off with a kiss, lips crushing over yours wild and needy - and much to his surprise, you were responsive to his touch, humming approvingly as your arms wrapped around him.

You smiled against his lips and a low groan escaped his throat. His hands took their time roamed every inch of your body until they ran under your shirt, savouring the soft skin underneath...

...but then, he pulled away.

Your breathing hitched as your lips parted, knees weak as one hand of his still lingered on your cheek. Otto's eyes were regretful, ashamed even.

"I'm sorry!" he gasped, not believing what he just did. "It was the heat of the moment, I suppose..."

"Please, say something. God, I'm so sorry Y/N..." he now whined and you would only smile dumbly at him, innocent even. "What for?"

"Cut it out!" The doctor's enraged yell send a shiver down your spine, yet it wasn't meant for you - but for the appendages, still trying to push you against him.

"Y/N, my dearest, you're drunk." He repeated over and over, as if to remind himself of that fact. "You're drunk, it's not right. I couldn't forgive myself if I took advantage of you like that."

So you were right - he really was a good person at heart.

"It's okay, Otto. Don't apologize."

Your head nestled against his chest before looking up to the tall man again, your affectionate smile unfaltering. In a mere second, he'd swoop you off the floor, tenderly placing you onto the bed...

...but you grabbed his sleeve as he was about to leave, a pleading look in your eyes. "Stay."

"Please..." you continued at his lack of response, sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed. "Just to sleep. Nothing else. Okay?"

Octavius bit his lip until it drew blood, afraid of the temptation - but his mind was too weak to deny you any request.

So he'd lay down a safe distance away, one of his claws properly covering you with a blanket. It didn't take long until your utterly wasted self drifted into sweet dreams, with Otto taking watch over you like a guard dog.

The scientist may not believe in the existence of a god, but you came closest to what he imagined an angel to be like.

Endearing, he thought: How soundly you could rest besides an abomination that should've lie on the bottom of the ocean, together with his creation.

And that was the very reason why he would give it his utmost to become the person you see in him.

"We will take good care of you. That's a promise."

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sonder-paradise · 3 years

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Wish You Were Sober

lmaoo since my poll hit the 'x reader' mark this is what I present to you guys :D

Genre: Bittersweet Angst to Fluff(?)

Word Count: 846

Pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader

Synopsis: In all honesty, Chuuya never expressed interest towards you when sober. But when he was drunk, his words flowed out like wine, and you hated it.

He’s doing it again.

Another night at a faintly lit bar with a familiar redhead, twirling a wine glass in his gloved fingertips. A dull blush painted on his pale cheeks while his eyes scanned the counter. A sort of flirtatious gaze flickered towards you and you tensed.

“You look so charming in this lighting, you know that?”

He took another prolonged sip of his drink. You watched him down the rest of it with ease before looking away. Your reply melted away on your tongue. He wouldn’t remember saying those words to you tomorrow morning anyways.

Night after night, you were conveniently called to this godforsaken bar to assist this bothersome executive you had feelings for. Being assigned as his go-to person when drunk, you were constantly summoned to sober him back up and bring him home. But these days, he stared at you in a new light.

Eyes tinted and hazing with feelings mirrored to the ones in your own heart. You loved the idea at first. When he smiled at your entrance in the amber-colored bar and caressed your cheek with a sort of tenderness that had your heart running laps, you wanted to believe him.

But he never seemed to express such beautiful delights when he was sober.

And yet, here he was again, exchanging sweet words with the bartender and drinking yet another glass of whatever alcohol he had settled on tonight. His gaze was fixated on yours again and suddenly his heated breath was against your lips.

“Hey, is there something wrong? You look a little..."--a pause to collect his mixed thoughts--“You look a little upset”

“There’s nothing wrong, Nakahara-san. But you should start sobering up now.” A natural response in comparison to the numbed feeling thudding in your heart.

“'Nakahara-san'? What the hell am I? Your superior?”

“You actually are.”

“Well, whatever. Just call me whatever you want.” Another pause before his lips bloomed into that familiar coquettish smile. “You could call me yours.”

You swallowed thickly. There was a surge of joy and sickness enveloping your thoughts. A swarm of butterflies stormed in, but they made you feel sick to your stomach. This rollercoaster of sickeningly alluring emotions was playing with your mind.

“You shouldn’t joke like that.”

“I’m not joking.” He hiccupped. The noise reassured you of nothing.

“Let’s just go back to your place before you make any more mistakes.”

“I’m not making any stupid mistakes.”

His breath and yours were stolen in a single moment as his chapped lips brushed against yours. Your heart pounded like a drum in your chest. He smelled of alcohol and it made you sick. But his lips tasted of sherry and wine which waned the sickening feeling. God, you hated him for making these feelings blossom so openly in this quiet evening.

He didn’t pull away. You did first. But only because he had gone limp. Once again he was passed out from the intoxication of his favorite bar. You stared bitterly at the man now merely resting his head on your shoulder.

“Real sweet, Chuuya… But I wish you were sober.”

The following morning at work brought nothing but more butterflies. You were certain they weren’t the good kind either. Chuuya sauntered through the Port Mafia headquarters. His hand held his head; Something you assumed was a result of the drinks from last night.

A part of you was eager as you walked towards him. Hope rose in your chest and fluttered when his head lifted to meet your gaze. You wanted him to say anything. Anything at all would do. But he merely nodded towards you.

“Thanks for last night. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

That hope sunk and sputtered back to the pits of your stomach. What more had you expected from your superior?

“Anytime, Nakahara-san.”

“I thought I told you to call me Chuuya?”

“Does it matter?”

There was a brief silence. Chuuya’s eyes were no longer foggy nor filled with that swayed yearning for affection. Instead, he merely raised an eyebrow and shook his head heavily. Perhaps there was a brief flash of disappointment but there was no way for you to catch it in time.

“Whatever. Just do as you like.”

At least he was sober this time.

As he left the scene, you stood, staring at the floor. You knew it already. You knew the difference between his drunk persona and his sober one was a line drawn with a thick marker. But it didn’t change the fact your feelings fluttered out of control for him.

A voice briefly pulled you out of your thoughts.

“You know, you really were charming in that lighting…”

Turning around with a swift surprise, you were met with that familiar flushed gaze. There was a distinct difference though. A blush made not from the heated fragrance of wine, but his own cheeks warming at the sound of his words. And in the split second he had turned back towards you, he spun back around to head down the hallway.

Huh, at least he was sober this time.

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conniespringerblkwife · 3 years

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Yelena Headcanons

(Yelena x Female Reader | NSFW)

A/N: I admit I have a little crush on Yelena and WHAT ABOUT IT?? I was inspired by this TikTok

Warnings: Fluff, Smut: Fingering, Oral (Female Receiving), Ass Eating (LMAOO), uhh Yelena has a strap BAHAH, Marking

*1,050 words*

Songs I listened to while writing:

Babooshka by Kate Bush (ofc)

Poker Face by Lady Gaga

Judas by Lady Gaga

Bad Romance by Lady Gaga

(I listened to all of these songs slowed down)

How you two met:

-When you first met Yelena, you were 20 years old and you worked at a cafe.

-Yelena came to that cafe everyday and would sit there and sip on a cup of coffee while reading.

-You knew you were attracted to her, but too nervous to speak to her because of her intimidating presence. But one day you mustered up the courage to talk to her.

-As you were pouring her coffee you said a hello softly and she didn't hear you because she was too engrossed in her book.

-YOU LITERALLY DIED FROM EMBARRASSMENT...you didn't even realize you the coffee was overfilling until she looked over at you. "Uhh, the coffee is over flowing." (THAT WAS YOUR 13th REASON! )

-Yelena watched you clean up the mess and tilted her head softly as she stared at your features. She thought how cute you were and found herself smirking. "What's your name?"

-The moment you told her, you were in for a long journey.

Pre-dating:

-Even though two weren't together, you enjoyed Yelena's presence and so did she.

-Yelena would constantly flirt with you and would always have a smug on her face as she watch you trip over your words or hit her in embarrassment.

-She stares a lot too.

-She would stare at your legs, ass, chest, face. SHE JUST LOVES LOOKING AT YOU

-One time you were telling her about your day and even though she was looking at you, she wasn't listening. She was too busy staring at your lips and thinking about how bad she wanted to kiss you. She didn't even notice you asked her a question, until you touched her hand.

-You told her she was cute when she zoned out and this time, she was the one to get flustered.

Confessing to Yelena:

-The day you confessed to her you were nervous asf.

-You made sure to look pretty before you told her.

-When you tried to tell her, you were rambling and she started to slowly lose her patience.

-"What is it y/n?"

-"I like you...a lot Yelena." Yelena didn't say anything for a bit and you felt your heart slowly start to break. "I'm sorry I shouldn't had said that. Just forget it."

-Yelena then pulls your arm and presses her lips to yours.

-She was waiting for you to say something. "Took you long enough." You were shocked that she knew. "It was pretty obvious."

Dating Yelena:

-The day after you confessed to Yelena, another part of herself was revealed.

-You realized that her love language was touch, which took some time for you to get used to.

-Yelena couldn't go one day without touching you.

-While you're working at your desk, she would wrap her arms around your shoulder and press her lips in the crook of your neck, which was distracting and when you told her, she would bite the skin in response. She didn't care if you were working she just wanted to feel you.

-While you're brushing your teeth she would wrap her arms around your waist and kiss the back of your neck.

-When you're cooking she would grip your waist and bring you in close to her chest and tell you how much of a good cook you are.

-Yelena also loves cuddling. She loves it when you two bodies are tangled together. Your legs wrapped around her waist as you massaged her hair with your hands.

-She would kiss your forehead while rubbing circles on your exposed skin.

-Because Yelena is longer than you and your bed was small , you would giggle at how she would fold her body up fit.

-Yelena also loves playing with your fingers, especially when shes stressed. She would rub each of your nails with her thumb, kiss them, and sometimes bite them

-She also likes doing face masks with you. One time you gave her a whole face routine and she loved every second of it. She loved the way you smoothed out the mask with your fingers so delicately and when you kissed her on the lips before placing the lip mask on her mouth.

-You had to keep pinching her side, because she kept smiling, but she couldn't help it, you were so close to her and she wanted nothing more than to grab you.

NSFW:

-Like i said before Yelena love language is touch and sometimes she can get a little too touchy, especially when she's horny.

-If you two are cuddling and shes in the mood, she would slide her hands down to your ass and start to knead the fat gently and while slowly grind into you.

-She loves it when you would breathe against her neck when you start to lose control, it drove her crazy.

-She loves going down on you and watch how you fall apart from just her tongue.

-She eats you out for her pleasure not yours. One night you two were watching Netflix and you were enjoying the movie, but her thoughts were somewhere else. She was between your thighs and started rubbing your pussy through you shorts. One thing lead to another and next thing you know the screen on the TV says, "Are you still watching?" (You two most definitely were not ;)

-Yelena really wants you to sit on her face but she hasn't mentioned it to you yet, afraid that you might say no.

-Remember how I said Yelena stares a lot? Well when she was hitting it from the back, she watched your asshole clench around nothing, and thought it was adorable so she decided to pull out and eat your ass out.

-At first you were shocked, but that soon turned into pleasure when her tongue swirled around your hole.

-Yelena is the type to degrade you and praise you while doing it. "I love you so much my little slut." or "You taste so good I can't get enough of you."

-She's obsessed with marking your whole body. She would leave hickies all over your chest and thighs, especially when she was jealous or when she knows you have an important event the next day.

-Even though you scold her and give her the silent treatment for the day, for not listening to you, she doesn't care and would do it again (HEHE).

-Yelena is into bondage. She likes tying your hands to your headboard and would hold your pretty thighs down as she fucks you.

-If you scratch her back during sex, she would go faster and won't stop until your dazed (she would literally fuck you stupid). One time you passed out when you two did it. You were so embarrassed and top of that she wouldn't let it go. "Imma fuck you till you pass out...just like last time"

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kashimos-hajime · 4 years

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pretty face on a pretty neck | b.b.

summary: they aren’t fucking dating. not fucking friends, either. no, bucky just fucks romanoff’s best friend until she’s fucking stupid, begging for it, and leaves in the morning because that’s how the universe fucking works. and sometimes, he wishes it didn’t work that way.

WARNINGS: a tiny bit of smut (18+), fingering, choking, swearing, drinking, brief mentions of cheating, bucky’s just really fucking jealous, mentions of a shitty relationship and self-doubt from it, the dark knight spoilers, fluffy end!! pairing: modern!bucky barnes x fem!reader, brief steve rogers x fem!reader lmaoo word count: 5.5k

a/n: this is a cute lil piece written for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan! my prompt was “you called me, remember?” inspired by kiwi by harry styles.

For a moment, Bucky wonders how the fuck he got into this situation.

Then again, he’s not complaining.

The view is fucking stellar.

You weave through the crowd, glistening like some glazed dessert that he can’t wait to get his mouth on. Your lips are shining with a swipe of that sweet lipgloss he loves to suck off and you’re wearing that black dress.

The black dress. Shorter than short, showing every inch of skin yet not enough.

You toss your head back, exposing that neck that he loves to bite to Steve who grins, glad his joke landed. Stifling a scowl, Bucky grabs his scotch and throws it back, desperate not to grab you and throw you into a stall just to mark you up as his.

You had made him promise, after all. No socialization outside their little nightcap sessions that often lead to… well, Bucky’s game for anything really.

A cigarette is pinched between your lips and Steve helps you light it with a flick of his lighter, the burning embers glowing in the dark, seedy bar. Leaning on the bar counter, you talk to Sam wiping down his station and he nods, eyes dragging over your face and Bucky cannot tear his gaze away as Sam pours you three shots of vodka. You blow out a lungful of smoke, cigarette pinched between two fingers before glancing at Steve and making some sort of bet, based on the way your lips curl.

They go down like water, dripping down your chin and you laugh when Steve wipes it off your collarbones before he grabs your chin and smashes his lips against yours. You immediately reciprocate, mouth opening as he bends you over the bar, his hair golden and his hand trailing up your thigh.

“Fucker,” Bucky mutters, finally managing to rip his gaze away. A heat blazes through his stomach.

Stupid fucking party for damn Romanoff’s birthday. Sometimes he hates being some of the oldest friends that redhead knows. It makes him feel creepy, wading through a sea of college students that are only one or two years younger than him. Steve himself is finishing his last year, so he’s sure he doesn’t share Bucky’s plight of feeling old.

He wishes he could just approach you and ask to leave, pin you against the wall of his apartment, take you like he knows Steve’s going to later, but he can’t.

You aren’t fucking dating. Not fucking friends, either.

No, Bucky just fucks Romanoff’s best friend until she’s fucking stupid, begging for it, and leaves in the morning because that’s how the universe fucking works.

And sometimes, he wishes it didn’t work that way.

“Not enjoying yourself, James?” Birthday Girl Romanoff asks, appearing at his shoulder and he turns to her, shifting in his seat.

“Steve’s too busy chatting up your friend for me to do anything,” he replies, keeping his tone light and Romanoff glances at where Steve’s made his way to kissing up your neck, your fingers carded through his hair.

“Give him a break,” Romanoff says. “They both need to get laid.”

“You don’t think she’s getting laid?” Bucky asks incredulously. “Every fucking guy I’ve met has said they wanted to get with her at least once.”

“Sounding a bit jealous over someone you claim to hate, James,” the redhead teases, sipping on her mojito with raised eyebrows.

“I’m just saying. All the boys were saying they were into it.”

“And you?”

“She’s… a brat.”

“Seems to me that you’re into that,” she hums, leaning on his shoulder. “Honestly, it would’ve been better if you two met before her and her stupid boyfriend did. Ever since she moved in with Rumlow…” The woman trails off and Bucky absently fills in the blanks, she’s faked every single orgasm she’s had with him. “I don’t know. He’s a fucking prick. Doesn’t treat her like she deserves.”

“Does he—“

“No. Just… never a priority, is she? Why else is she here alone?” Natasha pauses, as if debating how much to tell him, then adds, “Then he gets all pissy about where she’s been. On his beck and call, isn’t she?”

“Asshole,” Bucky replies distantly. Steve has his hand basically up your dress and he watches as your legs pull him closer, your lips running along the shell of his ear. “You’re endorsing your best friend cheating on her boyfriend, you know, when we could just be beating him up”

“Hey. She said she was going to break up with him. I can’t make those choices up for her and I’m not about to land any of my friends in jail trying to be my ride or dies.” Romanoff shrugs, glancing at her friend. “Besides, she doesn’t have anywhere else to go, does she? It’s not like she can move into my dorm or move back into her parents across the country.” Bucky watches as you hook your legs around Steve’s waist and he hoists you into his arms, disappearing into the crowd.

By the direction, Bucky can guess the destination and some distant part of his head whispers, She could move in with me.

“Might want to avoid the bathrooms for a while,” he comments and Romanoff snorts, the ice crackling by her straw as she stirs her drained glass.

“I’m going to go get laid, too,” she replies frankly. “Don’t stay brooding in the corner, Barnesy-bear. Your face is one worthy of being sat on.”

“Thank you.”

With that, the redhead slips into the crowd and Bucky gets up, plucking his jacket and leaving the bar. His pants are tight with the thought of your mouth and the sound of your gasping breaths echoing in his ear. The feeling of your fingers scratching down his back makes him roll his shoulders back as he flags a cab.

So what if you’re fucking Steve?

It’s not like he’s exclusive with you.

He can’t fault his best friend for having excellent fucking taste.

As he enters the cab and tells the driver his address, he wonders how the fuck someone like Rumlow snagged the title as your boyfriend when there are so many other options.

Steve being one, but he’s still living on-campus.

Bucky doesn’t want to say it, but maybe he, with his own apartment and steady job and intimate knowledge of your desires and interests and needs, is the other.

It’s two weeks later when he finally sees you again, at Romanoff’s birthday function at the beach. Something with closer friends, in broad daylight at a beach house Romanoff’s parents own. She and Sam are already there by the time Bucky gets there, unpacking in rooms for a weekend stay.

“Take any room you like,” Romanoff calls from upstairs and Bucky does so, choosing one of the few rooms on the main floor just as another figure walks in.

“I’m here, Nat!” Your voice echoes against wooden walls as Bucky pokes his head out of his room to see you there. He doesn’t know whether he should feel guilty or not that he’s glad Steve hasn’t sated your hunger when you show up alone, shorts riding up your thighs and a t-shirt that is so sheer it does nothing to conceal the bikini top you wear beneath it. “I’m taking my usual room.”

“Fine with me!”

With that, you walk down the hall, eyes meandering over the living room and kitchen. Bucky’s throat closes up when you walk past the stairs to stop at his room and you smirk all saccharine at him.

“Hey, Barnes.”

He scans your face for a moment. “You came. Thought you’d still be sucking Steve’s face off like you were back at the bar. Or… sucking his dick. Whatever floats your boat.”

“Well, that was a one-off thing. Heat of the moment,” you dismiss, leaning against his door frame and he hates the way you look against the wood. Makes something in him stir, makes the blood run hot and his mind focus on one image in particular.

“What’d your boyfriend say when he saw your neck fucking marked up?” he asks, uncaring of the thin ice he stands upon. You frown, arms crossing.

“I was careful,” you reply tightly, “and I didn’t let him leave any marks.”

Bucky can’t help the small flash of satisfaction at hearing that. “You’re not careful with me. I like seeing your neck tatted up with it,” he comments, his hand twitching to wrap around your throat as he lifts his finger to trace the soft, pulsing vein along your neck. You tilt your chin up, eyes narrowing with amusement.

“I’m not yours, Barnes.”

“What you say tells me differently, princess.” Dropping his hand to grab your wrist, he pulls you into his room and slams the door shut, pinning you against it with a harsh push. You exhale sharply, the breath pushing out of your lungs as your bags drop with a disant thump. His senses zero in on everything about you, the light scent of the sunblock smeared into your skin, the cotton twisting beneath his fist as his other hand finds your neck on its own accord. “You’ve been distant lately, kitten.”

He can feel your racing pulse against his palm as you smirk, hands wrapping around his waist and pulling him flush against you. Every inch of his skin is pressed against yours as you hike a leg up onto his hip. His hand at your waist immediately goes to cup it and you loop your arms around his neck innocently.

“I’ve had a lot of work to do. Brock and I…” You let out a soft hum as if to ponder but he knows it’s just to piss him off, “spent some time alone. Romantic trip out of town. Then, I had other things to do.”

“Did you?” It’s not a question Bucky wants answered as you nod demurely, lips twisted into a smirk. He wants nothing more than to yank your shorts down, spin you around, and have you screaming his name as he takes you again and again. He’s been blue balled for two weeks and you haven’t answered any of his calls.

Now, he knows why.

“So, that stupid boyfriend of yours was with you, huh?” he asks, not waiting for an answer as he leans in close. He can taste the vodka in your mouth still, the vodka he never got to taste two weeks before in a bar, along with something fruity. Your gum, maybe, or an orange that you sucked clean off its peel. “And then what? Did you hop off after you faked your way through a few nights with him and head for Steve’s? Hm?”

“Temper, temper, James,” you whisper, lips barely brushing his. His entire body is alight, every nerve shooting sensations through his limbs as your fingers curl against the nap of his neck. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”

“Jealous, yeah.” His hand on your thigh trails up and inward, sneaking past the hem of your shorts as you lower your leg to hook on his calf, pulling him infinitely closer. His dick is pressing against his swim shorts, completely obvious and painfully hard against your navel as he shifts his hips just enough to let his hand sneak further up your shorts. “Why would I be jealous?”

His fingers find the silky slip of your bikini bottom and brush over the junction of your hip, smirking at the tremble he can feel course through your body.

“You wanted me that night at the bar,” you whisper as he slowly trails deeper inward. “Tell me that isn’t true.”

“Who didn’t, hm?” He smirks when you turn your face away, biting your lip at his fingers dancing around a spot already slickening with anticipation. “C’mon, princess. You telling me you didn’t wear that black dress for me? Look at me.”

You refuse and he rubs his thumb into the side of your neck, dipping his head to bite at your collarbones.

“Look at me, princess,” he whispers, lifting his head to see your defiant gaze meeting his. “Tell me the truth about the black dress.”

“I didn’t wear it for you,” you bite back softly, “to fuck me in.” His hand tightens, just barely around your neck and your eyes flutter shut. Oh, how badly he wants to ravage your lips, lock you in this room and just take you in every way you want…

“Trying to make me jealous, kitten?” he rasps as your hips roll against his dick and you bite your lip, chin tilting up as your nails dig into his skin. Because it worked.

“So what if I was?”

“Then, you’re going to have to pay for it.” He spins you around and moves to shove his shorts just past his hips. You let out a sharp exhale at the pressure of his hand against the back of his neck, your hands pressed flat against the door. “You got anything to say for yourself, princess?”

His swim shorts fall and he tugs your shorts down just past your ass, tracing the smooth curve of it with an arrogant curve to his lip. His lips find your neck, nipping lightly before raising to your ear.

“I asked you a question.” His hand lands on your ass, kneading it with warm, familiar fingers and his words are a warning. In the silence, he can almost hear you rolling your eyes, struggling not to moan when he feathers smooth skin, tempts you with tiny brushes between the legs.

“You gonna keep talking, Barnes, or you gonna prove a point?”

His fingers hook on your bikini bottom, pulling the elastic away with an amused grin before letting it snap back against your skin.

“I don’t know. Are you gonna continue being a fucking brat?” He squeezes your neck, fingers digging into the soft flesh and you almost seem to melt against the door before he drags those bikini bottoms down too. Rolling his hips flush against your ass, he smirks when you shudder and try to thrust him in with a messy jerk back. “Aw, did you miss this?”

“Wouldn’t miss a thing about you,” you reply but it comes out strangled as his other hand wraps around your hip, travels down your navel. It wraps around your waist, keeps you tight against him as you smother his wrist between the door and your hips. When his fingers find your bud, you let out a soft sigh at the pressure he begins to rub into you and he smirks, biting the shell of your ear.

“C’mon, princess. You can admit it if you like,” he murmurs. Your fingers dig into the wood as you try to push yourself—in what direction, away from his hand, towards it, Bucky doesn’t know. He reaches farther down, fingers tracing through slick heat and he chuckles huskily against your skin, biting lightly into the junction of your neck and shoulder. “‘S that all for me?”

“Shut up,” you growl. Your eyes flash to him and he pushes you flush against the door, your head falling back against his shoulder as cock nestles itself between your cheeks. So close, not quite there. His hand on your neck travels forward, crooking inward and his fingers wrap around a silky neck from the front. He can feel every beat of your heart, the raspy whistle of your breathing. Lips falling to your exposed neck, Bucky sucks marks he knows are going to last if he doesn’t stop himself soon but two weeks has been two weeks too long— “Barnes.”

“Relax… it’s been a while since you’ve had a proper fuck.”

“Cocky bastard.”

“Needy brat.”

Your eyes flutter shut as his fingers work at a languid pace inside you. He knows every nook and cranny, every angle that brings you euphoria and he grinds his palm against your clit with every thrust, arrogant smile growing when you melt back onto his shoulder, lips slightly parted.

“Don’t have time for foreplay,” you finally manage to croak and you turn to look at him, eyes surprisingly clear for having his fingers in your soaking heat and working you up a steady incline.

“It’s the fucking beach, kitten. They won’t be in a rush to get anywhere.” Your lips are tantalizing up close and he chuckles, fingers pressing gently into your pulse. “How quiet can you be?”

“Try me,” you breathe, chest heavy and eyes filling with assured focus, “bitch.”

Challenge accepted.

Nudging your legs ever so lightly apart, he is about to push in. He can feel your heart beating through your back, a quick, racing drum and your breasts heave with every anticipating breath.

“James! Y/N! Wanna meet Steve at the beach?”

Natasha’s voice breaks the humid tension like a hot knife through butter, and your eyes fly open as if you’ve risen from a trance and he growls, not quite moving yet.

To say nothing raises suspicion.

He hates it here.

“Sure!” Bucky yells back right into your ear, much to your displeasure and he shrugs, trying to repress the smirk as his hand drops and playfully squeezes your breast. You return with a subtle nip to his jaw and he steps back. Your shoulders drop and you turn around, leaning against the door with a soft, condescending smile. Your eyes are blown with a mistiness and your thighs press together as he sucks his fingers clean. Your gaze narrows, he smirks with glee.

“What was that about not being in a rush to get anywhere?” you ask, dismissively sweeping your gaze up and down his body before grabbing your pants and pulling them up. His eyes follow the slow trail of the fabric and he sighs softly between parted lips. “Play one of those audios I know you’ve got on your phone. Can’t ever get enough of me, can you, soldier boy?”

“Don’t put yourself on a pedestal, princess.”

“I’m not.” You pick up your bags and open the door, letting cool sea wind sweep into the room that was cloudy with heat and lust. He can’t help the smile that digs into his cheeks despite how disappointed he is as you shrug innocently. You play the part so well. “It’s just the facts.”

Not for the first time, Bucky is left with the thought that Rumlow doesn’t deserve a second of your time.

It’s near the end of the month, the very last day. The thirty-first of May.

You broke up with your stupid boyfriend three days ago. He knows because he looked at your Instagram only to find all the pictures with him gone.

But he wasn’t stalking. He was just…

Curious.

Also, Natasha FaceTimed him and Steve, ranting all about it. So, he came upon this naturally.

Not stalking at all.

“Hey.” Bucky’s lying flat on his bed, naked and the sheets are too warm as he hears you pick up with a disgruntled sigh. “You awake?”

“Am now.” You don’t sound too heartbroken but your voice is a bit thicker than he remembers as you sniff. “What do you want?”

“Are you sick?”

“No, I was crying.”

He arches an eyebrow at your blunt response but doesn’t continue that line of interrogation. “Where are you staying?”

“Why does it matter to you? What do you want?”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to come over, princess,” he replied dryly. “But if you’re on the streets, I can come pick you up.”

“I’m not on the streets,” you reply sharply in a way that makes Bucky doubt your words. “But fine. I’ll be there in a moment.”

“Princess,” he begins but you cut him off.

“I just needa pack some things. See you in twenty.”

You hang up without another word. He lets his cellphone drop with a heavy sigh, sitting up and pulling on some boxers and some ratty old university hoodie.

It’s another fifteen minutes before there’s a knock on the door and he moves from the kitchen to the door, abandoning the orange juice he poured to pass the time. Swinging open the door to reveal that pretty face, he smirks to hide the concerned expression threatening to overtake his face. You look like hell, heavy eye bags and a wariness that he’s not used to seeing on your bold face. You’ve got luggage by your legs and a backpack is strapped to you as you regard him.

“Look what the cat dragged in.”

“You called me, remember?” you reply dryly. He steps aside, inviting you in. Walking in, toeing off your sneakers, and shedding your jacket, you let your backpack drop as Bucky pulls your luggage in. “Woke me up and everything.”

“Yeah, I bet I woke you up from your beauty sleep,” he snorts and you roll your eyes as his eyes trail over the dull skin of your shoulders, the limpness of your hair. He closes the door behind him, an unfamiliar tug pulling at his stomach. “Your boyfriend didn’t even give you time to find a new place?”

“No. And he’s not my boyfriend anymore.”

“Just a guy you used to fuck on occassion who couldn’t even make you come,” he says sagely and you sigh, rolling your eyes again.

“Are you describing yourself?” The words make blue eyes flash to meet yours and you smirk at the dangerous warning glimmering in his irises. Cocking your head, you shrug and lean against his dining table. “So, what do you want?”

“Why do I ever call you here if it isn’t for fucking you, huh, princess?” he muses, but even he can’t find the reason anymore. Whatever libido he was housing had melted in the time between you hanging up and you arriving at his apartment. As you stand before him, his blue eyes flicker from your exhausted face to the way your body seems strung out and on high alert. He sighs, too. “I didn’t want you in some seedy motel where the locks don’t work and the concierge is probably on the registered sex offender’s list. That sound good enough for you?”

You smile, the only thing familiar about you, and it sends a wave of relief through him. “Being nice isn’t your colour, Barnes.”

“Go take a shower,” he retorts, plucking your bag from the floor by your feet and he notices you don’t protest when he grabs your jacket and throws it in the hamper. “Then, we’ll talk.”

“Fine.” You’re unnaturally obedient as you head silently for the bathroom and he brings your luggage to the living room, setting it by the couch and laying it flat. Unzipping it quickly, he grabs the clean clothes he can find right off the bat and goes into his room to put them on his bed so you can grab them as soon as you come out. You’re standing in his bathroom, shedding your tank top and he grabs some clean towels.

It’s a strangely intimate silence as he offers you the towels and you dip your head in thanks. He can see the beginnings of a bruise on your bicep and he reaches tenderly for it, fingers barely brushing your skin.

“Did he—” The anger comes unbridled, hot and heavy and dark, in his voice and you don’t even jerk out of his touch. You’re completely relaxed in his presence as you look at your reflection in the mirror, so unlike a few minutes before when you’d been a ball of tension and you shake your head. His thumb gently digs into your skin and he can feel the pulsing heat of it. It’s fresh. Not even a day old, probably.

“No. I was walking and it was dark. Guy was coming out of a cab and didn’t see me standing there. Got whacked by the door,” you assure, pulling your arm out of his loose hold. Unbuttoning your pants, you continue to undress as he stands there, eyebrows knitting together. The air is wrought with an energy he’s unfamiliar with and he withdraws but your hand reaches for his wrist. Wide eyes dart to your face and he’s shocked by the surprisingly soft smile pulling at your lips. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, uh, sure. Hungry?”

You let go of his wrist and his skin is tingling. He rubs at it absently as you nod, your strange smile ever present. “Starving.”

“I’ll whip you something to eat.”

As he’s stirring Kraft Dinner around in a bowl, he listens to the shower run and thinks.

Or doesn’t think.

Time seems to pass in such a strange way. He’s cooking for you and you’re in his shower and nothing about this is normal or something he’s used to, but it’s not something he hates.

The shower turns off just as he’s sliding the mac into a bowl and he pours you a glass of water before finishing his own abandoned cup of orange juice.

Your footfalls are light and you smell like his shampoo as you sit down at his kitchen island, clad in the clothes he laid out for you.

“It’s just some Kraft I had lying around,” he says uneasily, pushing the bowl towards you but you take it anyway with a shrug and a easygoing smile. You look more awake after the shower and colour has worked its way back into your lips. There’s new life in your eyes as you eat and Bucky, satisfied, heads for the couch just to watch whatever’s on until you’re done.

Everything seems so strange, mundane, almost… domestic as you eat, scroll your phone, and he watches The Dark Knight just because it’s on. He watches the movie blindly, his mind still going a mile a minute and his body unintentionally becoming attune to yours in a way he only knows with when he’s fucking you.

But now, he knows how you move, knows when you’re putting your bowl in the sink and knows when you’re walking towards him by the way his heart starts beating just a millisecond quicker, the gentle give of his couch as you sit down beside him. Your eyes burn into his cheek and he glances at you out of the corner of your eye.

“Come here,” he allows, lifting his arm from the pillow and you scoot closer, pulling the pillow into your lap and hugging it tight. He rests his arm along the back of the couch. “You didn’t die of food poisoning. Pity.”

“You’d have to be truly something to fuck up Kraft Dinner, Barnes,” you reply dryly, smirking at him and he suppresses a snort as you tuck your knees up. “It was good. Although, I hope you’re not living off of that stuff.”

“I do take out every once in a while,” he says with a shrug and you roll your eyes.

“I’m a college student and I can cook better than you.”

“You’re one year younger than me. We’re not so different.”

“Whatever you say.”

Bucky can’t help the amused smile edging its way onto his face as you fall into silence, watching the movie, too. One thing Bucky’s always liked about you, even if he didn’t like anything else, is that you share a lot of the same interests as him. They had whole rants on how terrible some movies were, or the disappointment that was some TV finales. It always made pillow talk a fun time, if they ever made it to that stage.

It was more often than not either of them would wake up before the other and just head out without a single word.

Bucky finds he likes your companionable silence more than he thought he would. Maybe he should’ve indulged pillowtalk a bit more. By the small, sated smile on your lips, he wonders if you’re thinking the same thing.

“You know,” you say after a while, “when I said at the beach house that you wanted me…” Your voice rouses Bucky from his trance of staring at the TV. The credits are rolling and he hadn’t even realized. So lost in his thoughts he was near the end, thinking about Rachel’s letter to Bruce and hyper aware of your every shift in your seat beside him, the movie seemed to pass by in a blink.

Something about the long lost melancholy of lost chances…

Bucky’s never been fucking sentimental, but even he can see the chance that Bruce Wayne really… really missed out on, and the blue-eyed man doesn’t want to be in that position ever. To do the right thing only to find out it’s too late. Because she died in the end, didn’t she? She died and he was alone even though he tried…

“What?”

“At the beach house,” you repeat. “When I basically told you that you wanted me…” you say with a roll of your eyes, “it was just teasing, foreplay.” Then, more seriously: “But I guess I was being like Two-Face. Double entendres, innuendos, all that.”

“You’re going to become a vengeful, homicidal DA?” he quips wryly and you huff in faux irritation, poking him lightly in the chest.

“No. God, use that brain inside that pretty little head of yours for once.”

“Aw, you called me pretty.”

“Barnes.”

“Fine. Continue.”

“Well, what I was saying… When I said you wanted me… God, this is stupid. Feel free to just punch me in the face after, but…”

“But?” Eyebrows knitting together, he looks at you and you pull the blanket up to your face, embarrassment telltale in the way you avert your eyes. He gently pushes the blanket down, muting the TV and waiting patiently. You look more alive that you did the first minute you walked into your apartment and you look like you want to bury yourself in the blankets but he’s not going anywhere and you stare at him, lips pressed into a flustered line. “I’m not going to punch you in the face. You can just tell me.”

“I guess… I just... I wanted to believe that you wanted me,” you state, shaking your head, “for me. Like some affirmation that there’s a possibility you could ever want me like that, and… I’m being dumb. I swear I’m not usually like this, all sentimental and shit, but it’s just I feel like shit and you don’t care about any of that and Brock… I broke up with him because I know he doesn’t love me even if he says he does and that I deserve better but I just… it gets to me, you know? It fucking gets to me when I’m all alone and now I am alone and if he didn’t put me first... maybe it’s because I’m not wanted.”

“Hey, princess,” he murmurs, reaching for your hands and you surrender to him easily as he cranes his head to keep your eye contact despite you ducking your head. “I don’t judge you for any of that shit and that’s wrong. He’s a fucking prick, and people want you here. Romanoff, Steve, Sam…” Me.

“I know. I know and I just… I’m scared because I have nowhere to go. And, you’re always honest with me, and just slap me in the face because… I can’t believe I’m asking you this what if… what if everyone’s gonna treat me like Brock did? What if no one will ever really want me?

There’s a beat.

Then, two.

He’s squeezing your hands so hard he’s surprised you haven’t drawn away but then he realizes your fingers are clutching onto him even tighter, his bones wincing as you crush his digits.

“It’s stupid. I’m stupid—”

“No, you’re not.” Bucky shakes his head and you—fourth year college student and someone he shouldn’t be attached to because you two are so different but he is because you two are so alike—are something else. No one has gotten under his skin like you have.

You’re not fucking stupid. Because I do want you. In a way. In more than one way. And you are irritating and burn so fucking bright and you’re fucking bold, but—

I want you.

He doesn’t say any of that.

And it’s complicated, but that’s how the universe fucking works.

“You’re free to stay here for however long you need to,” he tells you quietly, seriously. “I don’t care how long it is, and there are no catches. Just… just don’t give that fucker another chance, yeah? ‘Cause there’s always gonna be someone who wants you, kitten. Someone who’ll treat you right.”

You smile faintly, knees tucked to your chest and hair still a bit damp from your shower. You’re warm, soft, with no cigarette smoke clouding your silhouette and no glossy sheen of alcohol. You look like you in a way Bucky’s never known before.

He thinks this beats you in any kind of black dress.

“Okay,” you accept and you lean over first to kiss him. It’s a soft peck to the corner of his mouth, an innocent, flitting thing, but Bucky doesn’t mind. He eases against the couch and you lean against his chest, cuddling close against him. His arm falls around your shoulders, holding you tight to him and you melt against him just like he does around you.

For a moment, Bucky wonders how the fuck he got into this situation.

Then again, he’s not complaining.

The view is fucking stellar.

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