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lightlycareless · 7 months

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I dont know if im doing this right or where im supposed to send this but ✨ lol

just want some smut from naoya' s perspective bahaha 🙃

Heya anon!

Sorry I took a while to respond, I'm still not used to writing smut so it's harder for me to write it. Nonetheless, I hope you're able to enjoy what I've prepared 😈 I'm so not used to writing Naoya's perspective, I feel like he can be very... difficult to write lol He's very very mean.

Anyways, this takes part during their honeymoon (referring to this fic here hehe to my non-followers) an example of what was going on when they were away for the rest of the world.

I must say that it's not nice, it's straight up non-con explicit content. So minors, please do not interact.

Now, without further ado.... happy (as much as you can I guess lol) reading!

“What are you doing standing all the way over there, my love?” Naoya would say upon noticing your figure just by the corner of his eye, stopping his training set just to acknowledge you.

A smile parts his lips at the peculiar sight of you just standing there, silently staring at him with those big round eyes of yours he always loved to stare at, and finding it a bit humorous how you were all the way to other side of the training grounds, appearing shy to be in his presence—adorable really, as if the two hadn’t done more than enough at that point to remove all… formalities.

It doesn’t take much to put Naoya right in the mood, and your unwitting gestures would be the perfect example.

“C’mere” he orders, but even then, you don’t respond, continuing to look at him in complete silence, and perhaps… reproach?

A sentiment that Naoya catches all too quickly, pausing his amusement and replacing it with irritation.

“I said—come here.”

Your husband never liked being rough with you, outside of bed that is. It was undeserving of the one he considered to be the love of his life; but his family did well in telling him that a woman of your background needed to be heavily worked on if she was to become of his standards.

He can’t be too disappointed though, for while there was still a bit of resistance on your side, after he was done with you the first night, you’ve become much more compliant to his requests.

Just like this one, which as soon as he enunciated those words, Naoya would find you making your way to him, stopping just a few inches away—quickly closed when he decides to grasp you by the arm, swiftly pull you into his chest, and encase you with his arms.

Beaming for the closeness of his wife, a wide grin appears on his lips as he now glances down to you, hoping to get a better look of that cute face he adores—but when he notices that your gaze is anywhere but on his, his frustration returns, quickly remediated by moving his hand up to your face, grabbing your cheeks and forcing you back to him.

“Why are you so shy out of the sudden? It’s not like I bite or something.” He frowns, before chuckling. “Not that hard anyways.”

You don’t respond, rarely do as a matter of fact, but he doesn’t mind, not when he just wants to hear the sound of his voice alongside your occasional agreements.

“I missed you today, you know?” he murmurs, resting his hands just below your waist. “It’s unbearable when you’re not around—why can’t you just stay here?”

Silence. Naoya sighs. Maybe he did want a bit more than just a nod for this occasion.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” he says.

You swallow.

“No” you quietly respond “Obviously not…”

“Then answer, princess. You make me feel like I’m interrogating you, you know?” He likes the chase, but now that the two are married, is there anything else to chase?

“I didn’t want to… bother you” you whisper. “You seemed busy.”

“Is that so?” He grins, undeniably pleased by your supposed consideration, ignorant to the fact that you were actually trying to look for a way to contact your family during your 2-week stay at his family ryokan, solely returning when one of the staff members blatantly lied at your face by saying that the phone was unavailable (after she used it) and rapidly redirected you back to your husband’s location.

Naoya would later hear about this but would fail to play out the appropriate consequences due to his preference of indulging in the vast, seemingly interrupted time he’d have with his wife—any wrongdoings could be dealt with back at the estate.

This was his honeymoon, after all.

“How sweet” Naoya says, pulling you impossibly closer to him—you whine at the harshness of his movement and the unwanted closeness, placing your hands over his chest in hopes to push him away, but his strength keeps you where he wants before leaning down to peck your lips. “My adorable wife looking out for me! What a lucky man I am.”

Naoya means half of those words, perhaps even lesser, given they were made in the same venomous, demeaning manner he always spoke to you. Truly, this marriage was only made with the benefit of one in mind.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m not upset by your absence” he says, his hands trailing down even further, making you flinch when he stops by your ass, harshly gripping it. “How are you going to make it up to me, hm?”

Is a question that wasn’t intended to be answered, or more like you didn’t have the opportunity to do so, for he already made up his mind and was only being nice.

“Strip”

“He—here?” you breathe, frightened eyes looking up to him. Naoya notes how you don’t question his actions anymore, just the timing if anything, and this advancement makes his cock stir—truly, you’re slowly being tamed into the perfect wife. “But—but someone is going to see—"

One he just can’t wait to devour.

“It’s not like they haven’t heard us before” Naoya responds, God knows the many, many times he’s bumped into flustered servants after being done with you, clearly embarrassed for overhearing the way he ravaged you.

Doesn’t mean he’ll want them to see you like that, but he won’t deny that the thought of it did something to him, or how you can’t do anything to stop him.

Naoya insists one last time.

“Strip” And in a trembling manner, you quickly begin to undo your obi, the layers of your kimono subsequently to the ground and revealing your bare body to him, nothing underneath, just as he’d ordered you to be for easier access, even when it was cold—a sight that yet again, stir’s Naoya’s cock harder, a tent in his pants now protruding against you, desperate to seek release, instinctively rubbing it against you.

Naoya then accommodates you by turning you around, placing your back to his chest while one of his hands scurries to take a hold of one of your breasts, the other finding comfort in the hotness of your cunt.

“Na—Naoya—!” you whimper, struggling between stopping his incessant attack on your nipples, hardened and far more sensitive due to the cold weather, or the squelching sounds your pussy made as he fingered you as roughly and deeply as possible. “Naoya—st-stop!”

“Already this wet for me?” He teases as he curls his fingers inside you, making you release a louder and obscener moan from your lip, hold on his arms briefly hindering—sign that he’s found that one spot that always make you come undone, proud that he’d done so in record time; as expected from the many, many times he’s claimed you by now.

“Fuck—you just keep getting wetter and tighter—how’s that even possible?!” He laughs, finding great enjoyment in the way he’s struggling to move his fingers inside your cunt, to which you could only respond with a whimper, tightly closing your eyes and pressing your lips together to avoid releasing any more moans, failing when he attacks your sweet spot again. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?”

You attempt to shake your head in rejection, but when he graces it again, your mind goes blank, a hot jolt of pleasure washing over your body, unwittingly tightening against his fingers, making you grasp his arms for support, release soon approaching.

“I barely even touched you, and you’re already cumming?!” He says when noticing these all too familiar signs, pride filling him as he continues to tease your cunt. “I really am lucky…”

The way he begins to rut against your ass, as if seeking his own release, as well as continuously fingering your velvety walls makes you clench around his digits one last time—Naoya can feel your heartbeat quickening, your gasps becoming shorter and louder, and he just knows you’re almost there.

So, he continues moving his fingers, as quickly and roughly as possible, stretching your cunt as wide as possible before pushing them further and further, almost as if he were trying to see how far he could reach.

Your orgasm is hanging on a thread by now, the briefest of graces in your sweet spot and you’ll come undone, but it only happens when Naoya decides to toy with your clit, pressing his thumb against it and rubbing it in such painfully delicious way that finally has you cumming.

Naoya feels your walls twitching for a quick second before your orgasm finally comes clamping down on his fingers, your eyes rolling to the back, mouth falling agape, allowing moans to escape as you take in on the dizzying, numbing orgasm your husband has given you for the nth time that week. You hold onto his arms for a bit longer before going limp.

Luckily for you, Naoya was there to grab you, all whilst feeling the subtle clenches of your cunt, remnants of your sweet release. Your velvety walls milked his fingers in such a way that almost made him regret not shoving his cock instead.

However, he wouldn’t have to wait long for that, for once you eventually quieted down and overcame your orgasm, Naoya would take the next step—not without humiliating you, of course.

“Look at this!” he jested once removing his fingers from your insides, admiring the slick coating his fingers as if it were a delicacy. “It’s like you wanted them to drown or something—you vixen.”

You try your best to look away from the embarrassing sight before you, of the way they glistened against the light or how he’d play with it, as if testing it’s… texture.

It was disgusting, hot, and humiliating—but that would be nothing compared to what Naoya did next.

“And sweet too” he’d say, and then, plunges his fingers inside his mouth, savoring your flavor before grinning.

After Naoya considered you well teased, he decides to release your breast from his hold and grab your face once again to turn it towards him. It’s obvious what he wants now, given the way he licks his lips and slightly pouts, so knowing better than to fight him you move your face closer to his and kiss him.

It was always surprising to see Naoya capable of softness, tenderly moving his lips alongside yours as if he were afraid of hurting you, but of course, it wouldn’t take long before his greediness took a hold of him, tongue quickly fighting its way past your lips and into your mouth, where he’d roam as freely as he wanted, touching each and every single crevice inside, whilst giving you a combination of his taste and yours.

You instinctively winced out of disgust and the frightening way he continues to kiss you, it’s almost like he’d want to eat you alive.

Salvation only comes when air becomes scarce between the two, and with one last push, your hands finally manage to separate him from you.

It takes a moment for Naoya to come back to the present, given the way his groggy eyes (almost if drunk by your presence) stare through you, but once out of it, he kisses you one last time before continuing.

“Get on the floor” he says, placing his hands over your waist. “On four”

There’s no time for questioning, but even if you knew the arrangement between the two, you couldn’t help but protest.

“Naoya—”

“What is it now?” He rolls his eyes, tired of your seemingly incessant complaints, the two have done this thousands of times at this point, so what’s the issue now?

His aggressive response makes you quiet down for a bit, and he sees you hesitate for a bit, but he knows he doesn’t have anything to worry about, more so when the bane of your existence turned out to be something, well, silly in his own words.

“I don’t… want to get… dirty” you quietly add, and Naoya chuckles.

“That’s what you’re worried about?” he smirks “We’re only going to get dirtier from here onwards, princess. You know that, right?”

Well, if he supposes it’s such a bother to have him fuck you on the ground… he guesses he can compromise.

“I know what we can do” Naoya says after quick thinking, a position he already had in mind for a while now. “Let me see… I have to do this first—”

He doesn’t even ask for permission before he’s already grasping your left leg, hand behind your knee, and lifting it just above his arm. It’s a position that exposes your intimacy completely, rightfully startling you and having you grab his shoulders for support.

“Naoya—!” You attempt to fight against his hold, end this humiliating position before anyone incidentally barges into the training grounds, but (un)fortunately for you, the moment the nearby staff knew you were there, steered clear of the premises. “N—no! Not like this!”

Naoya doesn’t care to react, per usual, not when he knows he’s just a few moments away from entering you, already aligning his cock to your soaked slit.

“Have to do this first” he says, as if you were asking for an explanation. Well, at least your husband had the decency to somewhat prepare you for what’s to come. “Hold me”

“Wha—”

“Hold me, unless you want to fall” he urges again, desperate to get inside your sticky walls and drown in pleasure. Any other moment he would’ve not cared and just moved on, but you’re not any other person, you’re his wife, and he cares enough for you to not get hurt…

But if you don’t act fast, he’ll just might skip that over too.

“Or not—I don’t really care.”

Not like you were given much choice, because the moment he rubs against your cunt, dampening his cock, for better entrance, and begins to press past your folds and inside, you instinctively wrap your arms around your shoulders, whining as he inches deeper and deeper into your cunt, until the head finally nestles just by your cervix.

Naoya hisses, savoring the tightness and warmth of your cunt for a moment, enough to sway him away from what he was supposed to do, but he quickly composes himself, snaking his other hand underneath your right thigh, and with unparallel swiftness, pulls your body up, making you hold him even tighter.

His heart skips a bit when finding your actions to be surprisingly adorable, cooing at the intimacy in such a way that would make any man marry you on the spot.

Luckily for him, you were already his.

“Hold on tight” he breathes against your ear, giving one last adjustment to his hold on you. “Wouldn’t want you to fall.”

And then, he promptly begins to jump you over his cock, roughly slamming your hips onto his as he now seeks that pleasure he could never abstain himself from.

It’s an addiction, the way your pussy grips his cock so, so tightly, how it always seems to milk it dry, makes him never want to leave. Never want to pull away, back into the cold and lonely closure of his pants, wanting to spend all day, every day, inside the comfort of your sticky walls, instead, dreaming of the moment he’d get to be by your side and do just that.

But he guesses he’ll do with what he has, making up for his disappointment by instead fucking you in any way and place possible, just as he’d been doing since arriving to the estate, having started by the bedroom, the bathroom, the dining hall, and now… the training grounds.

His mission will always be to make a mess of you every single time, and today will not be an exception, soon finding your sensitive spot and relentlessly attacking it once again, making you whimper whenever grazing it.

“You—you like that, don’t you” Naoya snicker, getting a better hold of your ass to continue harshly plunging you against him. The tip of his cock bruises your cunt in a way that only lets you moan in response, but he wants words this time. “Answer me, princess, do you—do you like that?”

“Hmmnnngh!! N—Nnn!!” you whimper, pressing your lips as tightly as possible to avoid responding, but one particularly harsh thrust has you opening your mouth wide, releasing an obnoxiously loud moan—and you swear you could feel him grow bigger. “N—no!”

“Don’t lie to me, slut” He chastised, marking his fingers on your skin in retaliation. “I can feel you tightly clenching on my cock—So, I’ll—I’ll ask you again”

It’s evident that he isn’t thinking of anything but the warmth of your walls and the blood rushing to his cock, seeking that thread of pleasure and how to get to it fast enough—and one of his favorite to-go thing for that is your voice letting him know how much of a mess he’s making out of you.

It’s like a reward for a job well done. Your squirms, whines, moans and babbles, all stirred something inside him that pushed him to want more, and more.

He damns the day he met you but doesn’t regret it at all.

“You like that, don’t—you?” He breathes as he continues plunging deep into your core. “You were all shy, but—but this is what you wanted all along!”

“Nao—Naoya” you squirm, holding tightly against him, and your gesture puts him to the moon, confusing it with submission to his pleasure instead of embarrassment, believing you wanting to be as close to him as he makes you unravel.

And he loves it.

“Yeah—you love that, don’t you?” Naoya grins “Of course you do, I made you like that after all. I knew that once you have my cock you wouldn’t be able to let it go—!”

How he manages to swiftly thrust deep into your core with this position is something that surprises even himself, if not make proud, more so when he’s able to keep a continuous pace that was sure to make him finish soon enough.

Either way his goal is clear, and as he keeps getting closer and closer to his release, his thrust becomes sloppy, making his hold falter on you for a quick second, before regaining his momentum. It doesn’t take much longer for that familiar jolt of pleasure to invade his senses, thrusting faster into you before keeping you still, forcing you down on his cock while it twitches, and then, releases his hot seed inside you.

He groans when he feels his cock begin to fill your cunt, pushing closer to you as an attempt to reach as deep as possible and completely coat your walls—he bites his lips, resting his head against your shoulder as you can’t do anything else but hold him, eyes closed tight as you wait for him to finish.

After a few seconds of having you in this position, feeling sated for what would be the first orgasm of the day, Naoya then looks back at you. It’s only for a brief moment that his eyes lock with yours, because he’d then look at your lips, lick his, and capture them in a heated kiss to seal his high.

It’s just as intense as before, if not a bit sloppy, given the seemingly reckless way he moves alongside you, but that doesn’t stop him, going on like that, cock still inside you, for a bit longer and only leaving when the bliss of his orgasm calms down, enough to clear his mind, and the need of air proved too much to keep ignoring.

“Y/N” He breathes, unsheathing his cock from your tight walls and invertedly unplugging his seed from inside you. A drop manages to slide down your thigh, other to the ground, and the sight of it makes Naoya mad with desire.

He knows he’s given the staff more than enough evidence that he’s keeping up with his marital duties, more than enough work to clean after—and no matter how many times he’s done this, nor the incessant ways you’ve complained to him to at least keep things clean, he still gets the same rush at the first time.

It kind of saddens him to see his seed being discarded so easily, guess he has to “make up” for the spill, now.

“Y/N” He says again, almost in trance as the bliss on his eyes begins to diminish “You can do better than that, can’t you?”

His words could only signify the beginning of a long afternoon, where his cock would find it’s way back into you—and it did, various times.

The way he’d take you wouldn’t be him holding you up, he’d instead would follow through his initial request, placing you on the floor and on all fours, still indifferent of the complaints you given him, and take you from behind.

This position, while simple, was one of his favorite for he could be far more relentless, harsher if you must, and lewder too— it gave him endless possibilities, such as using his hands to knead any part of your body he could get a hold of, either from moving your hips to the pace he wanted, landing his palm on your ass, enjoying the way you’d squeal whenever his skin would touch yours, growing harder when seeing the redness forming on it.

And of course, the vulgar way his hips would sound against you, sometimes, it’s all he ever hears.

Or he’d have you ride him, letting you do all the work as he sits back, relax, and enjoys the way your tits bounce before him, occasionally raising his hands to twist and pinch your hardened nipples, or even taking them in his mouth, letting tongue do the teasing while forcing you to stay there by wrapping his arms around you, rolling your hips against him as your cunt softly clenches around his cock.

The day would only end when he’s found himself rightfully sated by spilling his seed inside you countless times, to the point where it would dribble down your legs and to the floor, such a disgusting view you opted to not look at it this point anymore, knowing well that no matter how many times you ask him to not make a further mess, he would just incite you more.

His fingers would find his way inside you, teasing and stretching your walls to give you that nauseous jolt of pleasure once more, making his seed and your slick gush when you cum and splattering on the ground.

Naoya found immense pleasure in the way his seed would slide out your hole, a satisfaction that reassured him he had officially marked you—far from any legal paper, or the acknowledgement of anyone else, this was his way to tell the world you were his.

Mark you. Scent you.

You were his woman, no one else’s.

But you never felt the same, ever, especially when you’d turn to your side, away from him gaze and begin to cry.

Naoya has seen you cry before, mainly during the act, but this time felt almost… eerie. Your tears weren’t of pleasure, overwhelmed by his gestures, and it makes him confused.

Well, at least he’s still able to admit that he doesn’t like the way you’re silently sobbing to yourself, further and further inching away from him as you do so.

Thus, your husband is quick to close the space between the two, wrapping his arms around you and ignoring the way you tense up against him before continuing.

“Why are you crying?” He asks, he couldn’t be any less invested, but he guesses he could care. You’re his wife, after all.

You don’t respond for the first insistence, nor for the second, and at this point Naoya grows a bit more concerned.

Not a whole lot, perhaps not genuinely, but he doesn’t like how you keep going on like this—it presents a hindrance to his plans, after all.

“Tell me” he persists “Why are you crying, my love?”

And you don’t know what it is that motivates you to answer, perhaps falling victim to his unusually soft words, confused by the numbing sensations he’s given you, but in between hiccups and sobs, you concede to tell him.

“I want to go home—!”

And the revelation… squeezes Naoya’s heart, forcing a smile out of him. But of course, it’s not because he feels empathy towards your feelings, nor understands what you actually mean with those words.

His twisted mindset could only perceive this as a false eagerness to start your new life with him—settle down as his wife, the future lady of the Zen’in estate, and live out the rest of your days with him.

“Aww, my love…” He says with a grin, nuzzling against your ear—you’re too deep into your emotions to even acknowledge him “We’ll be home soon—let’s enjoy this time for ourselves, without anyone else… just the two of us, ok?”

“I want—I want to go home…” you continue to say, attempting to retreat further and further into yourself but your husband simply does not allow it. He doesn’t want you to, not when your words have awoken something else in him once more…

“Just—stay like this” he says, aligning the tip of his cock onto your slit, holding you right there as he pushes past your folds and inches slowly inside you, the way your walls envelop his member is agonizingly delicious, he dares not ruin it by pushing through in one swift movement.

He was insatiable.

Naoya had just used you in all ways possible, marked you however possible.

And he still wanted more.

“Just—do this for me, my love” He breathes, hips starting to rut against you. You continue to cry. “And I’ll give you—everything. Anything you want—it’s yours.”

It wouldn’t take long before Naoya finds the right pace and focuses on solely seeking his pleasure, doing whatever he could to find that spot that always made you clench, hold onto his cock as if the mere thought of being empty was enough to drive you mad, and subsequently push him over the edge.

His hand snakes down to your clit, relentlessly rubbing and pinching the bud until you soon begin to see white, softly pleading him to stop, as you attempt to push back the inevitable—Naoya doesn’t concede, if anything, his fingers just work faster, teasing it as if it were his own personal toy and finally—makes you cum.

You whine as the familiar wave of pleasure overwhelmed your senses, softly moaning as Naoya grabs you tighter and harshly plunges against you, his member reaching the deepest part of your core and spilling his burning seed inside you.

He instinctively ruts again you a few more times, attempting to plug his cum inside you while lamenting (not so much) that some of it had managed to escape your rim, although the sight it offered was far more alluring than anything else, making his cock twitch as he continues to empty himself in you.

Naoya had long lost count of how many times he’d finished inside you, but he can say it was enough for the day. He was exhausted, possibly far more than any training could’ve given him, at least that was made up for—however, he never felt this sense of intimacy when done with his workout, quick to seek reassurance by turning you around and getting a good look at your flustered face, slightly parted lips, and teary eyes as you tried to regain your breath.

He stares at you for a few more seconds, admiring the result of his work before leaning down to kiss you.

And the gesture, perhaps an effect of his post-orgasm bliss, makes him say:

“I love you.”

Whether he knows the true meaning of those words, or not, it doesn’t really matter. It was what came out of him at that moment, what he wanted to tell you. And even if you didn’t return them, he didn’t care much for it.

Not when he had the rest of his life to hear them, countless future opportunities opening before him, for this was only the beginning of his marriage.

#ask #series side stories: first it hurts—#naoya zenin #naoya zen'in #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader #naoya zenin x you #jjk naoya #naoya zen'in x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you

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infernomicia · 12 days

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I have finally found a place for my discourse on Henry’s relationship. In this essay, I will…

For real though, I have been a Henry fan since his Tudor days and fell head first into the whole Henry fandom during Witcher season one. I bought No. 1 Rosemary Water because of dis fool!

Would I bet my life on Henry’s relationship with Natalie “being PR?” No, but I will tell you that the optics of it are very strange. Regardless of how they want to be perceived, they come across as a failing business venture, so I’m treating them as such. I get the sense that Henry carefully laid out what he was looking for in a well crafted sales pitch: someone tough as nails who can handle scrutiny from media and fans; someone willing to accompany him across the globe for filming, press events, publicity, whatever; and above all, a glorified personal assistant who can play a very demanding and all-encompassing role in his life. What she receives in exchange goes without saying. Ergo, they’re using each other and mutually benefitting from it.

It just doesn’t come across as relationship born from love. I have always felt that Henry is very repressed about his sexuality and I’m not keen to pinpoint what his sexuality specifically is other than “not straight.” Further, I don’t think he’s outwardly comfortable with his sexuality, which is why I think he subconsciously showcases the hypermasculine aspects of his life. And I understand that he is reserved, really, I do, but can someone please tell me why he had “fuck me” eyes every single time he looked at Ben Affleck during every single press event for BvS? I am not buying that it was scripted and an act. If he can pretend to be attracted to his costar in the name of PR (Ben and Henry went with a homoerotic narrative), then why can’t he do that with his own girlfriend?

More than anything, I’m irked by the fact that Henry said he wants privacy in his relationship, but the weird Deadline articles, pap walks, and shoehorning Natalie’s first and last name into interviews proves that was a lie. In conclusion, I want Henry to stop lying and be real. It’s so frustrating. I get that he doesn’t owe us anything, but it sucks that he went from a positive public presence to…whatever this shit show is.

On the subject of the baby…

Here is my galaxy brain take that I only, like, kind of believe: The belly is fake. It’s a moon bump and it will give Natalie an excuse to pull back from constantly traveling with him because she’s “at home with the baby.” Of course, we will never see the child because we all know Henry is suuuuper private. 🙃 I would not put it past them to do a pap walk with one of those luxury baby strollers with the shade pulled down and that’s all we ever hear about it. 🤣

Sharing these so people see I’m not alone in my beliefs.

#henry cavill #natalie viscuso #hollywood #opinion #relationship #the witcher #celebrity #celebrity gossip #actor #superman

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widowbitessting · 2 years

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Hypothetically, if R were incredibly sleep-deprived and was found out to have not yet slept despite the time being 8am, what would the trio say/do?

Hypothetically. Definitely not projecting, nope. No idea what you mean. I sleep just fine. 🙃

Ask and you shall receive! You best get to sleep anny!❤️

Gonna tie this in with a few asks I got too! Thank you so much for your asks! Sorry it’s taken me so long to get to them, hope this is okay for you all

skittles-1312 asked:

Hi, love the Sugar Mummies series so much. I was wondering if you would ever do a fic for it where the reader has assignments due for college and isn't taking care of herself so wanda, nat and carol step in? if not its no worries :)

daughter-of-avalance

submitted:May 13

I feel like reader would totally forget to eat/sleep if they got busy with uni work and that just wouldn't fly with the mommies/ or they would be over tired and be disrespectful by accident and be like oh shit afterward 😂 (again, I might write something different for this prompt, so I’ll keep it open!) xox

piperlikesallthings

submitted:May 23

Hey! This prompt submission is slightly self centered haha! I was wondering if you could do something based on the reader having a hard time studying for an exam, and how SM would help? Thank you so much, and I do have to say I absolutely love this, you’re a wonderful writer! (For this one I won’t check it off as I might write something else for you!) xox

All of my work is 18+

Now this has been in my drafts for another piece of work over on AO3: Give Them a Kiss to Dream Of but I don’t think I’ll post it on there for a while so enjoy!💋

❤️💋❤️💋

The second Wanda wakes up, she knows you’re not next to her. Gone is the constant little bundle of warmth that had been nestled into the side of her for the better part of an hour, replaced now only with a cold space that tells Wanda you have been gone for quite some time.

Crafty little menace, Wanda thinks, using my own plan against me.

With a groan and a stretch, the red head rubs her tired eyes; knuckles catching the crusty specks of sleep that had congregated in the corners and rolls her aching shoulder until it cracks. She can hear you typing away frantically at your keyboard: can visualise you sitting back at the breakfast bar, with a fresh mug of your favourite coffee steaming next you, and your h/c hair up in that messy bun you tend to shove it in when you’re stressing about things or rushing around. Personally, it’s one of Wanda’s favourite’s looks on you. She can’t help but picture it to be the hairstyle you would opt for whilst on your knees before herself and Natasha and Carol; mouth open like the good girl you are; or perhaps it would be the hairstyle for your punishment for not listening to Wanda. And, oh, how Wanda would enjoy watching the loose bun in your hair jerk alongside the rest of your body with every perfectly aimed smack on your ass…Wanda would love to greedily reach down to seize it with a fist - force you to keep your head up and accept the spanking from Natasha while Carol just watches from her chair…

Stop! Wanda drags herself from her thoughts, with a lot of reluctance, you can do that later.

“I’m gonna need backup.”

You don’t even look up from your computer when Wanda leaves the room. You barely even acknowledge her presence when she comes back in five minutes later, a very irritable Natasha behind her. It isn’t until the door slams - the sound of it echoing loudly around the room - does your head snap up; eyes already widening with fear as your eyes make contact with Natasha. Behind her, stands Carol, who looks equally as pissed as her other half. Under different circumstances, like maybe when your life isn’t in immediate danger, you might even have made a comment about Natasha’s fantastic bedhead and Carol’s silky pink eye mask that hangs around her neck. But you don’t.

You offer both women a small smile, ignoring Wanda who just looks so smug. Natasha eyes narrow and she moves straight for you and you launch yourself off your chair, hands outstretched in front of you.

“No! No, Nat - Nat please!” You’re practically scrambling around the kitchen in a weak attempt to escape the furious redhead. “Come on, please! I gotta work!”

You flail as she makes a grab for you and somehow keep out of her grasp. Carol walks around the other side in an effort to corner you.

“Y/N.”

“Sleep can wait, Nat, c’mon!” You frantically look at the blonde, “Carol, please!”

“Y/N, I swear to God; come here!” Natasha pounces.

You’ve almost made it in a full circle back to your laptop - and you have every intention of grabbing it and running straight for your room - but of course, Wanda is there with your laptop cradled against her chest. You stop just before you collide right into her.

“Traitor.”

She winks at you. “I know.”

You let out a defeated sigh and accept your fate when Carol gets to you. Effortlessly she scoops you over her shoulder, and, without a single word, she carries you from the room.

“Y’know; if I fail this essay I will actually blame the three of you.”

Wanda and Natasha walk behind you both, hand in hand.

“If you fail, you get another attempt to do it and more time, no?” Wanda asks.

“...I guess…”

“Then blame us all you want.” Natasha replies.

“And how can you possibly be writing anything decent when you’re running off no sleep and caffeine?” Carol asks.

You shrug. “It’s a student thing I guess.”

Carol walks you up the stairs as Natasha says, “Well this student needs rest.”

“No I don’t.” You mumble, earning a swift smack to your upper thigh from Carol. You let out a little gasp. “Hey!”

The doors your shared bedroom open and before you know it, you’re being hand delivered to the bed.

The blonde dumps you down, where you bounce a few times on the mattress.

“Get in bed, Y/N.”

You go to argue but the sheer look alone that you’re getting from Natasha is enough for the words to shrivel up on your tongue. You purse your lips and follow the order. The second your head hits the plush pillow, you instantly feel your eyes getting heavy.

“Sleep, Y/N. I mean it. If I dare get woken up again and find out you’ve left to get your laptop - that I am going to personally hide myself - I will throw it out of a window. While I make you watch.” Natasha raises a finger when you go to argue. “Don’t think that I won’t.”

You know she isn’t lying. Clint, Natasha’s best friend, still hasn’t forgiven her for his arrows.

“Actually - if I find out that you’re doing anything but sleeping from now until...let’s say...1pm...then I can personally assure you that your laptop won’t survive. Got it?”

Fuck.

“Yes, ma’am. Got it.”

“Five hours. That’s all we’re asking, detka.” Wanda adds softly. “Once you’ve slept, you can get back to your work.”

“Maybe.”

“But for now, go to sleep. Recharge that tired little brain.” Carol leans down to kiss your forehead.

Natasha is quick to do the same. “Now sleep.”

“Aren’t you coming back to bed?” You can’t help but ask in a small voice.

The three women, who all stand around you, all share a glance.

“It’s 8am baby girl. If you wanted to sleep with us, you should have come to bed when it was actually bed time.”

You can’t help the pout that forms. Wanda quickly kisses it away.

“How about I stay? Until you fall asleep, at least.”

“Okay!”

“Wanda, I swear to God, you better not distract her.” Natasha says.

“Cross my eyes and hope to die.”

“Heart.” Carol corrects.

“Heart what?”

Natasha lets out a small laugh.

“Nothing, bunny.” She pulls Wanda down for a kiss before pushing her towards the bed. “Just sleep, yes. Nothing else.”

“We will find out.” Carol adds on.

“Yeah, yeah.” Wanda says as she clambers over you. The second her warm body is under the duvet alongside you, you nestle into her and relish in her body warmth.

You’re already drifting off.

“We’ll come and check on you two in a while.”

“Okay.” Wanda whispers, her fingers finding their home in your hair where she begins to scratch at your temple.

By the time Natasha and Carol shut the bedroom door behind them, you’re already fast asleep encased in Wanda’s arms; and you dream of nothing but them.

❤️💋❤️💋

#sugar mommies #sugar mommies!asks #sugar mommies suggestions #sugar mommies universe #sugar mommies: world building #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #natasha x wanda x carol x reader #reader insert #wanda x reader #carol x reader #natasha x reader #y/n #wanda x y/n #carol x y/n #natasha x y/n

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shiningstarr15 · 8 months

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Update

Hi everyone, it’s been awhile. I just thought I’d come on here and offer you a bit of a life update as well as the future of my page going forward.

First of all, I’ve been having unfortunate issues regarding my job and personal health. You see, back in April of this year, I had a work related foot injury in the form of a fracture that resulted in me being on disability. I was supposed to be able to return to work after the bone healed.

Unfortunately, my foot is still not fully healed. The pain is still sufficient enough to affect my mobility and my foot is also partially numb. To say trying to get drs to understand that I’m not comfortable being all cleared has been a NIGHTMARE is an understatement.

I’ve worked with the Dr, the hospital network, my work place benefits coordinator, my job supervisor, disability agent, and now a case worker, trying to get me back on disability until I’m comfortable enough in my ability to do my job. Which I would NOT be so stubborn about if my job wasn’t so extraneous to begin with..

As of today, I received X-rays and a CT scan that all cleared me to go back with no limitations. However, no tests have been done to check for nerve damage or agitation, which I believe is causing the pain and numbness. So as of now, I will be seeking a second opinion, and if worst comes to play.. possibly a new job.

I hope it doesn’t come to that.

I am hoping to start up a small business as an independent artist, and possibly apply for a stay at home position so that I don’t risk potential overstimulation and burnout. Bc right now, I don’t really receive accommodations for my position being so rough. But this will all be in the later future, when I figure out the situation with my payments..

I’m hoping to have a resolution to this soon. Bc on top of this, I’m also struggling to retrieve my ADHD medication 😅 the methylphenidate issue has unfortunately impacted me as I take Ritalin to help with focus and concentration, and I haven’t been able to retrieve it for months 💀

And this is unfortunately just a small sample of some of the health issues I’m facing. But the rest will have to be taken care of by other doctors 🙃

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Now, you probably noticed that I’ve been far more inactive lately than I have the past year. Well, I can confess that now the reason for that was bc I was trying to keep myself distracted from a very detrimental situation that, and I can’t even believe it myself, is starting to actually resolve. It’s not resolved completely, but it’s moving in a positive direction and I’m very grateful for that. I’m willing to admit when I was wrong, and there were some things with this that I was.

That being said, it was bc of that situation that I dedicated all of my time to only hyperfixating on one special interest. Normally, I focus on more than one at a time, to avoid burning out. As I’ve talked about before, I am both autistic and ADHD, so I tend to have a lot of intense back and forth action when it comes to hyperfixating on special interests. Well, bc of the situation, I found myself only being able to focus on one, bc the rest brought me immense emotional pain.

That obviously being Black Widow and the widow sisters

You probably noticed that I stopped writing as much. At first I was simply focusing my energy on recovering from my injury and figuring out the other health issues. But now, I realize it is much more deep than that as to why I don’t feel like writing

I’m completely burnt out

Please don’t take this as me no longer liking them. That will never be the case. That movie and pairing will always have a special place in my heart and I will never turn them away. When a burn out happens, the special interest simply goes dormant. Like, say, putting it away in storage until it’s ready to be used again. And I can assure you, it will. They all do. Always 🤣

That being said, for the foreseeable future, I will not being writing or making art for them and I will be temporarily closing writing requests.

This does not mean I’m abandoning any projects. I am not. I still have plans for the direction of my stories and I do want to continue to draw them as well. But for now, I’m simply not motivated to do either and need to take a break.

I also do still hope to make the movie reviews, but I held those off simply due to the strikes. In fact, majority of my content is being held off due to the strikes. Even if something is not marvel related, I do not want to draw attention to it at the risk of crossing the picket line (I hope to join the union one day)

I hope you all can understand. I am so sorry if I have seen more absent and less caring. I’ve had a lot on my plate and it’s taken a toll on my mental health. I’m doing the best I can but if ever have any questions or concerns, please feel free to reach out. I know some of my issues may be confusing to some who don’t struggle similarly, but I’m always willing to offer clarity. I don’t ever want anyone to think I’ve stopped caring or am trying to make excuses. Being disabled is.. well.. disabling at times. But I promise I’m not abandoning anything. I’m trying to find motivation for a new hyperfixation but for now I’ve just been fiddling around different stuff every few days or so. I’m just simply so drained. And I’m sure that has to do with so many resolutions not being met yet.

I will still be around lurking and may repost from time to time. But until my motivation and mental health are back on track, I just need a little break.

Thank you for your understanding and patience. And I will see you when I return to my happy hyperfixating self ❤️⭐️

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riverstardis · 2 years

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go out and get busy:

lmao max, lofty, and robyn’s superhero costumes skdkdkfk

lofty saying he was always picked last in or so he didn’t want to try kicking a football back to some kids :(

max doing it instead and kicking it in the complete wrong direction lol

robyn wrote that a patient was allergic to women???? oh she says it was a joke because that’s what he said when she asked him and she forgot that she’d actually written it down skdkfkkf she’s in big trouble

tess also calling lofty in to tell him off too even though he didn’t have anything to do with it??? i really don’t get why she hates lofty so much like he literally can’t do anything right according to her

max giving robyn and lofty a pep talk: “look, i get it, you work for the nhs. job satisfaction’s at an all time low. the tories are in power. but you know what, get over it, because what you two do actually matters. actually, properly, literally matters. and there are people out there now, right now, who need your help. today, you can change a life. today, you can save a life. today. so i want you to get back out there, start doing your jobs, and ask yourself for once in your life, W.W.B.D? … what would batman do?” HAHAHA HE LITERALLY SAID FUCK THE TORIES SO TRUE MAX

yikes a bride and groom falling through the floor at their reception

the groom not even worrying about his wife and getting out himself and leaving her???? luckily her ex husband is there to help her…

tamzin telling jeff not to be a hero :(((

cal volunteering to attend the floor collapse and ethan going “hang on. you’re clinical, i’m just working on an audit, i’ll go.” and when nobody says anything “what? he’s jumped into one limo and suddenly he’s john mcclane?” LMAO

and robyn’s going too

i mean cal may be a BASICS doctor but ethan was a HEMS doctor for a year so he’s probably had more experience in this kind of thing right?

they have to amputate the bride’s lower leg to get her out before the whole building collapses

uh oh ethan lifts the visor of his helmet because he can’t see because of all the dust

aand ofc something goes in his eye so he has to stop

he says they’re gonna need another doctor but robyn steps up and is like tell me what to do

lofty treating a deaf patient who he suspects has been beaten by her boyfriend but surprise surprise it’s going to be hours before the interpreter gets there🙄 have they literally ever successfully got a bsl interpreter when they need one like seriously????

the ambulance arrives with the bride and ethan’s got gauze taped over his eye and is wearing his glasses over the top of it sjskskkf

the groom finally coming to see his wife and the ex being like where’ve you been and he’s like i had to be seen for my injuries but he literally just had a few burst blood vessels under his fingernails🚩🚩

he didn’t even know her leg had been amputated

ethan lying on the bench outside

wait a second is this ethan’s pov?? it’s all blurry so is this how bad his eyesight is??? jeez it’s quite bad sjskfkfk

this ethan, jeff, and dixie scene🥺🥺🥺🥺

ethan sits up to let jeff sit next to him on the bench and then goes “i only came out to do an audit”

jeff: very impressive work today, young man. very impressive.

dixie: yeah you’re a right regular action hero. you’ll be putting this one (jeff) to shame before long

ethan: well it’s no small thanks to robyn

jeff: how’s the eye?

ethan: yeah, it’s lucky there’s no abrasions so [i can’t tell what he says but some name of ointment] ointment for a few days

jeff: who’s looking at you, kid

ethan: thank you, guys

ethan’s so cute but jefff :((((((

ethan’s eye will heal just in time for him to nearly die in a car crash🙃

now cal’s coming out to speak to ethan too

cal: i heard you did good

ethan: eat your heart out john mccain

cal: mcclane

ethan: what did i say?

cal: mccain

ethan: the american senator and 2008 republican presedential candidate…

cal: yeahhh that’s the one

ethan: cooool

and they start laughing together I LOVE THEMMM ETHAN PLEASE DONT LEAVE😭😭

aww lofty has the idea of taking the deaf woman to one of the toilets in maternity that has one of them discreet ways of alerting to domestic violence (a sticker to put on a urine sample)

aww max bonding with a teenage patient

what came over max in this one episode to give so many pep talks and life lessons sjdkdkkf

lofty telling tess he’s scared of her and her apologising to him

jeff and dixie were meant to be going to see a movie with scarlett johansson in but jeff forgot and arranged to go out with tamzin and when it’s time to go he’s like “you still going to the cinema though yeah?” and dixie’s like “absolutely! hell or high water couldn’t keep me and miss johansson apart” sjskdkfk they just don’t write their lesbian rep like dixie anymore do they :(

LMAO max calls connie “the evil overlord” and she walks up behind him like “who would that he exactly?”

HELPP robyn goes “you, actually. we were talking about you.” and connie stares at her but you can see her smiling ever so slightly and she goes “well i stand by what i said this morning but credit where credit’s due you had a good day today. keep up the good work”

lofty, max, and robyn walking out in their superhero costumes to mirror the beginning and there’s some lads kicking around a can and they kick it to max who kicks it to robyn who kicks it to lofty who completely misses it and falls flat on his back skskdkfk

i think it’s a little bit evil of them to put born lucky and the last call back to back but nevertheless i’m excited and i hope everyone’s ready for many many tears tomorrow🥲

#damn i wrote a lot for this didnt i #it’s a good ep #bring on tomorrow!#classic casualty #go out and get busy #bbc casualty #casualty

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chloeworships · 10 months

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She’s jealous and she’s lying… a false witness. This is what they do when they’re down bad and irrelevant.

Ppl of God Justice will be served in this situation

I love B so this is not about her but this photo illustrates all you need to know about this situation.

Anything to try to ruin a man’s reputation.

She’s going to die from cancer ⚰️ because of her evil ways.

SN. A man who once did witchcraft on me to ruin my life and separate me from my best friends is currently sick with stomach cancer. He’s going to suffer badly over the next 2 years until his death. I saw him bleeding from his rectum, another died from Covid-19 and another is on the way out with AIDS and herpes. Shall I keep going?🙃

Please do not play with me or the people I love 💕

People should be minding their business and instead asking God to heal that forever nasty bacterial vaginitis infection

🐟👃🏾🤢

It’s better to just leave us alone than start some ish because I promise you God don’t play about US.

Thank God the BILLIONS are coming LATER where you can’t get your greedy hands on them.

Checkmate ♟️ 🤪😁😎

Who’s unbothered now? You didn’t stop NOTHING.

God’s PLAN

Trust me it’s better to be my friend, than my enemy.

Enjoy your 5 minutes of fame and go back to being irrelevant.

… when those death spells FINALLY reverse♻️

#bitter baby mama witch #anything for clout #yuck 🤮#I speak no lies #ask God #he’ll show you #might as well use all that money to save for your funeral #TOXIC #pretty plastic faces but ugly and smelly on the inside 🤣#God forgive me but I had to #STANDING UP FOR THE PPL I LOVEEEEEEE #what you thought I wasn’t gonna say anything???? 😳 HA!#Kia

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alyjojo · 2 years

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Past Life 🎻 Karmic Spread June 2022 - Leo

Gender I’m Picking Up On (in the past life): Female

Who You Were: 2 Pentacles

What You Did: 4 Pentacles

How It Ended: Wheel of Fortune & 4 Wands

What Karma Was Brought With You: Knight of Wands, 7 Swords & Page of Pentacles

Who You Brought With You: Page of Cups rev

Additional energy: The Tower & 2 Swords

Past Life Oracle: The Arts & Medicine Man or Woman

Dreaming Way: Lady & Lilies

Charm: Star of Fame 🌟 on The Arts, Rose 🌹 on 4 Wands, Dolphins 🐬 on Page of Cups rev and Unicorn 🦄 on both Lady & Lilies

I’m kinda speechless at how recent this feels, I’m getting 1940s-1970s. I’m used to ancient imagery, forests and farms hehe 🙃 You were definitely famous, for music, though I can’t pick up what kind, if there was an instrument or a singing talent. Just music, and your heart lied in playing for sick people, possibly military or otherwise wounded, I’m picking up on the military specifically, strongly. You had a very important love relationship, a soulmate, that you seem to have met in one of these places. You were an angel in that sense, and also within your family. I don’t get a lot of travel, which is odd for a musician, and you may have at some point, but you rather you didn’t. After marriage you stayed close to home. You were extremely stubborn and preferred being home, or at least in your home country, city, or state. It didn’t seem to put a damper on your life too much, you saved every penny that you ever made and lived a very comfortable, very long life. There is a Tower moment here that you’ve carried over with you, showing that in both lives there was/is a point where you were one person, and something happened to change your entire life, and you became a very different person afterward. A drastic shift. It’s connected to indecision, possibly Spirit having to play a major role in your decision making because otherwise you wouldn’t. This Tower doesn’t have to necessarily be bad either, it just changed everything. You died after a long life, in your home, surrounded by your loved ones, right where you wanted to be. And it seems like an “easy” death, you may have just went to sleep one night and that was it. You were a very busy person, and a very kind one as well, you had a lot of love that you gave unconditionally, and a lot of fans. I wish I could pick up more on the musical part of your life, because it was important, but it wasn’t really to you, it was just a gift you liked to share but it wasn’t even your favorite thing, your home & family was.

Lady & Lilies are 29 & 30, a natural progression, and along with the Rose 🌹 on 4 Wands, all show your priorities. Your mate, definitely was your soulmate, this person was everything to you, and you had children and a beautiful home that you probably entertained out of often, it was one of your many talents. Once you met this person, that was it, and everything that you were before seemed to lessen in importance, at least to you. You didn’t stop, but you gave it much less weight. With Unicorn being on both of these cards, you seemed to live a romance that was like a fairy tale, and you appreciated every moment of it. The karma you’ve brought with you feels like children. Two. One is very fiery, passionate, spontaneous, determined, not very practical at all, and more devious & sneaky...could be a handful. The other is more of a practical, planning, studious, “the good one” kind of character. They’ve been your children in both lives, or will be if you haven’t had them yet. You’ve also brought, besides a Tower 👀, a struggle that seems like a punishment. Because you rejected the gifts that you had, or gave them less importance, you seem to have a very hard time being creative at all in this life. Inspiration & creativity does not come as easily to you as it once did. Dolphins 🐬 here can show you needing to be more playful and silly in order to feel the magic in your life that you would need to create anything. You may be far too serious. These Towers are moments in your life that you had no control over, fully directed by Spirit, because you have a hard time heading down the paths you need to go down, so you’re forced by events and circumstances. You can choose to do whatever you want, it’s just when you don’t that the universe chooses for you 💚

#leo tarot reading #past life reading #past life #june 2022 #Leo #tarot

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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Ok and if you're up to it but no pressure:

Angst no. 17: “Stop playing the white knight in shining armor. You aren’t my savior, you’re just too narcissistic to see that you’re suffocating me and calling it love.”

But for Bucky 🙃♥️ this is gonna be fun🥺😭

Can't wait for the sleepover. Hope I have time between the party at my home 😂

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦

Pairing: Bucky x Shield Agent!Reader

Summary: Bucky is overprotective, especially on missions, and finally you’ve had enough

Warnings: angst, tiny bit of hurt / comfort, mention of injuries and blood

A/N: thank you sm for all the requests Lea, you sure are keeping me busy😘 Hope you enjoy your party and I hope you enjoy this too!!🖤✨🥰

“I can take care of myself Buck, I did for years before you were here” you seethe as you walk into the motel room you were sharing for the night.

You and Bucky were on another mission together. And it was another day spent with Bucky getting in your way at every possible sign of danger. You and Bucky had been partners for months, and in a relationship just as long. He had always been overprotective. For a while you’d allowed it, never pushing the topic. But you’d reached the end of your tether. Today had just been too much.

“I know you did, but I'm here now. It’s what I'm supposed to do” he counters. You sigh deeply, trying to keep your emotions in check.

He sits on the bed, chucking off his jacket and shirt, revealing the deep gash across the right side of chest, just below his collarbone. You grab the first air kit and move to sit next to him on the bed, beginning to clean his wound gently.

“It’s what partners do, let alone partners who actually dating. They protect each other” he winces on the last word when you apply the cleaning spirits to sterile his wound. You push a pad of gauze into the wound, letting the spirits clean the wound whilst you attempted to slow some the bleeding.

“Yes they protect each other. But not at the cost of their own life, Bucky. You nearly got yourself killed just because you decided to jump in and fight my guys as well as yours."

“Well it looked like you need help” he shrugs.

“No I didn’t!” You jump up defensively. “I did not need your help. I had everything under control until you jumped in the way!” You bark, your patience finally snapping. “You caused more of a problem by getting in my way. I’m a Shield agent or gods’ sake Bucky, I know what I'm doing! I can fight, I can shoot. I train with Natasha all the time so lord knows there’s almost no one whose ass I can’t kick. Why can’t you just have faith in my abilities?” Your shout comes out closer to a cry.

Bucky’s jaw tightens, his metal arm holding the gauze to his own shoulder now as you seethe in front of him.

“I don’t see how it’s a bad thing that I want to protect you."

“Because it’s more than that, Bucky. You’re smothering me. You barely let me do anything on these missions anymore. You’re always forcing me to hang back, to be the guy in the chair, instead of allowing me to be out on the field with you. We’re partners, Buck, equal partners. You’re taking away my choices, my autonomy, my freedom!” You huff, your chest rising and falling heavily as anger surged through your body.

He just sits silently, staring at you. You can see the tension sitting in his jaw, in the taught lines of his neck. The silence simmers in the air as Bucky tapes the gauze to his shoulder, turning it into a make-shift bandage. You feel your impatience snap again.

“Stop playing the white knight in shining armour. You aren’t my saviour, you’re just too narcissistic to see that you’re suffocating me and calling it love!” You shout.

“It is love!!” He finally snaps back harshly. “I love you, that’s why I want, why I need, to protect you!”

“No it isn’t” you bite back. “It’s narcissism and it’s your unresolved trauma” you seethe. “You’re still so broken from being the Winter Soldier that you’re grasping for control in every single crevice of your life. And that includes trying to control me. Control isn’t love, Buck. You of all people should know that. Love is trust, love is letting your person do what they need to do no matter how much it hurts you. You don’t think I lose my damn mind every time you get taken away for a solo mission? Or when you’re off in the field and I’m stuck behind some stupid computer just surveilling? Every single time I stare at that screen, watching the CCTV, watching your body-cam, I am terrified that I’ll be watching you death. Live. Do you know how much I wish I could take your place, to keep you safe? But I don’t Bucky. I don’t because I know those missions are your decision to make. And if you do die…” a small cry chokes through you, your voice cracking. You swallow your sob and tighten your jaw. “And if you die, then at least I’ll know it’ll have been with the freedom of your choice. That’s what love is Buck. It’s freedom” you finish, tears streaming down your face.

Bucky stands suddenly, his tall body dwarfing yours as he glowers down at you. You keep your eyes glaring back into his in defiance. You knew you’d pushed it too far by bringing up the Winter Soldier. You knew how much it hurt him, and even though there was a small part of you that regretted brining it up, you weren’t going to back down now.

Bucky closes the gap between the two of you. You’re completely taken by surprise when his next is to just scoop you into his arms, pulling you flush against his body as he grips you in a devastating hug. His arms snake around you, holding in an almost crushing embrace. Your face buries into his bare chest, careful to avoid the wound under his left collarbone.

“I’m sorry” he murmurs into your hair, placing the gentlest of kisses to the top of your scalp. Suddenly you feel all you anger dissolve. You just wanted to cry, the confession of your fear of watching him die being too much for you. And so you cry. You cry into his chest for a while and he just holds you the entire time, stroking your back softly, swaying lightly.

After a while you take a shuddering gasp to gain control of your breathing before you tilt your head up to look at him.

Before you can even say anything he murmurs another “I’m sorry.” And before you can respond to that he leans forward to capture your mouth his own. His lips move against yours softly. The kiss is slow, gentle, reassuring. You can feel the message in his lips. That he was sorry. That he would do better. That he loved you. That he would give you your freedom.

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