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chimielie · 2 years

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bitter ain't sweet

summary: Suna x F!Reader. a college fairytale in reverse

word count: 2.8k

cw: angst to fluff, [kuroo voice] stupid young people, hypothetical discussion of throwing up towards the end

a/n: one night i was so so miserable bc i just know suna is out there falling stupid in love with girls who don’t care about him and this was born

"Aren't you tired?" You say, amused, as a twenty-one-year-old Suna Rintarō stretches out his legs over the arm of your couch, his head resting in your lap.

"Nah," he shakes his head, his eyelids dropping shut and his muscles going limp when you thread your fingers through his hair. "I'm staying on that grind."

"Oh, aren’t you," you snort. He reaches up to flick your face, eyes still closed, and settles for waving his hand vaguely around in search of your face about five inches below it.

"Vulgar," he says. "Who's teaching you these things?"

"You."

"Ah. You shouldn't let me do that."

"Do what?" You cease petting his hair, and he wriggles petulantly upward, searching for your hand. You give in too easily and resume.

"Corrupt you," he says, all too happily. "Anyway, like I was saying, I can't decide where I should take her out Saturday."

With the subject change, you let your mind wander away from the man at hand. You pull your hands away from him, the only contact between the two of you the weight of his head in your lap, pressing against your stomach. He doesn't notice, too engrossed in parsing out his latest romantic encounter with his latest romantic interest.

You sigh and tip your head back as far as it can go. Oh, Rintarō. You've been long since corrupted, ruined for all men by one who falls asleep in his classes and passes them all anyway, who has a beautiful singing voice only so long as he's wasted, who takes you to movies and taught you to wait in the bathroom to watch a second one for free, whose glowing eyes see everything but you.

Rintarō doesn't have a type.

Sometimes she's tall, sometimes she's short, always she's enamored by him. He never really gets to know her that well before it's over.

He likes—adventure, likes flirting and fucking around, likes it when she does something he doesn't expect. Eventually, though, something has to shift. It can't be late-night driving and hot tub hickeys forever, as much as he wishes he could stay steady in the stream of change.

Sometimes he ends things. Sometimes she does. He's never really that cut up about it.

And there's always another girl.

Rintarō doesn’t want to break hearts; he’s not playing the dating field like it’s some kind of game. It’s just never... quite... right.

You’re right (and he knows you know it). He’s tired. He wants a cinematic story with a happy ending, in his own way, without frills or saccharine sweetness. He wants someone he won’t get tired of, someone who doesn’t idolize him, someone to love. Hands cold and blood pooling in his cheeks, Rintarō just wants.

You’re Rintarō’s best friend, one of his favorite people in the world; you make everything easy. Of course he’s sitting next to you, shoving popcorn in his mouth and staring at his television, when he figures it out.

“Your friend,” he says suddenly, interrupting the sopping, dramatic monologue of the man onscreen. “Your, ah, roommate.”

“What?” You glare at him, the tension of the scene broken.

“Is she single?”

Your expression shutters off. He’s never not been able to read your thoughts on your face. It’s disturbing. He’s not sure what he did wrong—his words, interrupting the movie, discussing her—but he wants to take it back.

“Yeah, she is.” You cock your head, still inviting an explanation. Now that he’s started, he can’t stop his momentum.

“Would you—do you think, uh—”

“She does hate you,” you say, dry to his ears. She hates him because she’s the one who checks in on you while he’s out, who watches you insist over and over again that you’re over him, who lets you lean on her when it all inevitably happens again. To Rintarō’s knowledge, she’s just a little ornery, someone who will fight for what she wants, someone whose next move he’ll never guess. “That might be a problem.”

“I’ll figure it out,” he waves it away, infuriatingly confident in his own subtle magnetism. “But only with your permission.”

“My permission.” You echo, sounding faraway. He’s handing you a big, round, waxy red apple here; watching your turmoil with serpentine eyes. Rintarō leans forward, takes one of your hands between both of his. The movie is long forgotten.

“Yeah. You’re my friend, and she’s yours. I don’t want to move forward with anything if it’ll make things weird between us.”

“Why would it make things weird between us?” You say, and he doesn’t have an answer, just a gut feeling. “Do what you want, Rintarō, don’t bother with what I think.”

“But I care what you think,” he says. “You’re right. Fucking around isn’t enough for me, anymore, you were right when you said I go after women I don’t really like. But I like her,” he says your name, and your heart feels overworked and suddenly you’re just exhausted. “I really do. I think I always have.”

You jerk your hand out of his. He jumps at the moment, at the outright fury that breaks over your face. His hands feel cold, again.

“If you care so much about what I think, then don’t,” you say, more bitterly than you want to. “Don’t ask her out, don’t try to convince her she’s the one. Don’t jump ship from dating women you don’t like to dating women who don’t like you.” You let out a broken laugh, and he’s not sure exactly where this is going but he’s sure it’s too late to salvage. “For the love of—do something good for yourself, Rintarō.”

You storm out, the blood rushing in your ears deafening his pleading, his desperate questions. He catches your wrist, and you look back at him with something awful in your face. The line between love and hate is thin. Your last words hang in the air like thunder rolling behind your lightning, and the echo sounds a lot like stop being selfish, Rintarō.

The door catches before it shuts, and Rintarō can’t bring himself to close it, ‘cause maybe you’ll come back. He sits down next to the opening and scrubs his hands over his face, through the strands of his hair. His head hurts. He feels sick. He fucked up.

You’re Rintarō’s literal girl next door, or you were, his freshman year in the dorms. Your assigned roommate was never home, and his was always kicking him out. He found a comfortable spot as the shade to your sunny disposition, spending countless afternoons dragging you outside to laze around on the green or pulling you out of the library to stock up on more poisonous energy drinks.

He’s selfish; he’s not stupid.

He's spent too many days almost lying across your dining table while you don an apron over your hoodie and shorts, whipping together incredible concoctions from a cookbook. He can't cook worth shit, but he loves to watch you do it, phone lifted in front of his face but eyes trained on you. He heckles you as you go. What do stiff peaks mean? That's dirty. I'm not eating this if the souffle comes out flat. How many syllables are in ratatouille, honey?

Every time, he says it's his favorite food in the world, right around the time you slide him a portion, because he knows he's an ass and he's sorry about it. And because you're amazing.

He knew that, too.

You have standards too high to ever want anything to do with him like that, know him too well to imagine that he could treat you like you deserve to be. At his bravest moments, he imagines that if he could prove to himself he could do it with another girl, one not as important as you, he could convince himself he could touch you without breaking.

At his most cowardly, he asks for favors you can't give.

Your laugh, that raw sound filled with anything but mirth, plays over in his mind and it feels like it’s sanding him down, tearing him into pieces. If Rintarō has nothing else going for him, he can make you laugh; he can bring the light into his sunshine girl’s face. It feels like he’s ruined that, too.

The ring of your doorbell is like a death knell. Once upon a time, when boys like Rintarō fucked over princesses like you, they would have been executed for their dishonor. Maybe he’ll go back to Hyōgo and ask Kita to bring back the old days.

There’s a scuffle behind the door; muffled words that he can’t understand.

“You shouldn’t!” He can hear your roommate say, frustrated and protective, and it hurts to think that she’s protecting you from him. He curls in on himself (further), wonders what he looks like in the fish-eye view of your door’s peephole. The stems of the flowers he’s holding crinkle in his grip.

Shit shit fuck you fucker, he thinks at himself.

The door opens a crack, and your eyes appear above the lock.

“What do you want,” calls your roommate, and his view of you disappears.

“Can you let me—” the sentence is aborted, but Rintarō can imagine your combination of hand gestures and mouthed words.

“Okay, okay,” she calls, and he’s more than a little relieved that she seems to be getting further away. He almost feels bad for it, too.

Mostly, though, all of his energy is focused towards feeling guilty about you. You pop the door open, leaning on it, and there’s not a smile on your face when you face him, just shadowy eyes and chapped lips.

“Hi,” you open the door for him, flannel pajama pants dragging on the floor, and he watches, eyes wide. “You wanna come in?”

He passes you the flowers, stammers through an explanation for them that doesn’t make any sense to his brain no matter how many words he adds on. You don’t say a word to help him, don’t complete his sentence to parse out his meaning, nothing. You just let him flail.

Eventually, he trails into defeated silence, and wishes he could be grateful that his own voice is no longer grating on his ears. It’s embittered by the way you take the flowers, expression unchanging, and turn, pretending to fluff them up and rearrange them.

He stares at your back, left open and vulnerable. You don’t have a reason to guard against him, he guesses, he left all his swords behind when he stabbed them through you today.

“I’m sorry,” you say, and glance halfway over your shoulder. Rintarō freezes.

“You should be free to date who you want. Or ask, anyway. Especially if that’s how you—how you feel.”

“No,” he says, and his tongue feels thick and gluey and stupid.

“Yes,” you argue. “I’m sorry I reacted—um. I let my f-f—” You can’t seem to finish the sentence, a long-held horror icing over your veins. Years of pining, collapsed into this one awful moment.

You drop your chin to your chest, stare down at the flowers. There’s an aphid crawling in one of the roses, descending into the heart of the bloom.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and it’s like a full-body sigh to finally say it right. You turn, and he’s right there, and it’s so easy to lean your head on his chest and let his heartbeat calm you.

Except his pulse is hammering in allegro, faster even than yours, and you have to wonder why unflappable Rintarō seems on the verge of panic.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. “I lied.”

“About what?” You lift your head, and his eyes are softer than you’ve ever seen them, his mouth barely turned down.

“Not your roommate,” he mutters, and you nudge him.

“Can’t hear you.”

“I—shut up, this is hard, okay?” His voice has no anger in it, though, and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your face, even as you brace yourself for god-knows-what. “I made a lot of mistakes. That were especially. Unfair. To you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you say plainly. “Please, what the fuck?”

“I’m in love with you,” he says it like a curse, scrubbing his hands through his hair, eyes squeezed shut. You stand up, ramrod-straight, and he sways a little, practically unnoticeably, at the loss of your touch.

“You are not.” Your voice is firm but your eyes are watering. You want him out, you want him to go away. You want him not to use this, your most precious secret, against you. You want him to be better.

“I am,” he says. “And I’m sorry.”

“That is,” you struggle for words, and that distorted laugh escapes you again. “That is cruel. That’s not funny.”

“I’m serious,” Rintarō says, desperate, hands out and palms up. “I love you."

"I'm going to be sick," and you might be joking, but your hands are clutched over your stomach like maybe you mean it.

"Please don't," he says, and the familiar warmth of his touch is a balm on your clammy cheek. "I made mistakes because I was scared. That you were too good for me, that I'd fuck you over, just like I ended up doing. You're right, I think, I knew I was dating girls I didn't like or who didn't like me and I thought I couldn't face that with you. I know it sounds stupid, really stupid, but it's true, Y/N, please."

Wiry strands of Rintarō's hair are sticking to his forehead, his lashes clumping together, his mouth wobbling. You hate how many minutes you've spent staring at that mouth, the shape memorized through quick, platonic swipes of your thumb across it to clear smeared crumbs, through taking advantage of his love of side-eyeing other people and leaving you free to stare. That's your undoing—the stupid tremble of his barely pink, bitten lips, the ones you've always wanted to kiss until all of his snarky nonchalance has melted right off him, the way you know Rintarō couldn't fake that expression if he wanted to.

"And my roommate?"

"I'm an asshole," he says, with none of the usual wryness he uses when he's being charmingly self-aware. "I couldn't face my feelings for the only girl I couldn't have so I asked for the closest thing to it."

Maybe he could have survived like that, chasing a forever that could have existed if he weren't heartstoppingly, achingly, crazy in love with you. He could have watched from a safe distance as you fell in love with someone else, could have distracted himself while the girl he wanted found someone who was better for her.

"You could have me, though," you say, frustrated. He shakes his head.

"Nobody should have you. Nobody deserves you. Should just feel lucky you let them hang out with you." You huff out a laugh, but he sounds dead serious. You remember, early on, you'd gone on a couple dates, and Rintarō had always been there, sprawled over your couch, yawning, tawny eyes narrowed. Don't drop your standards for these losers.

"You know this kind of thing doesn't foster trust," your hands cover his, and there's a hopeful glimmer in those eyes that makes his breath pick up. "Kind of an ominous start to a relationship."

"I'm not romantic." He's a little afraid of the effect the words will have, but he needs to be honest with you, with himself. Even when it's ugly. Example: "You threatened to puke on me when I told you I love you."

You turn your nose up in the air, joy leaking through your expression, and the rub of your thumb over the back of his hands feels like forgiveness. His teeth tug on his lower lip, exposing the scar where he'd once had a lip ring that had driven you into a fever for all the months he'd worn it. You know then: you have history with the fucking mouth he has on him, and you're not done with it. "It was deserved."

"The worst part is that I wouldn't mind." He'd just worry that it got in your hair, that you weren't feeling good. God, he loves you so much it's grossing him out. "Are we...okay?"

"We will be," you say, and kiss him, because you've been wanting to since he first hid in your room from the chaos of your floor's common area. And then you kiss him again because he's really good at it. And then one more time, to bite his lip and hear him pretend he didn't whine when you pulled away. "You shouldn't call yourself an asshole, you know. I don't like it when people shit talk the people I love."

"Mm, it was deserved," he grins. "But if you really want it—you should make me."

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nikkisheep · 2 years

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Ok I haven’t seen anyone do this one so I’m kinda excited to see it done, but if your not interested I totally understand.

I’m thinking a fem Hargrove reader x Billy Hargrove one where he’s the protective older brother. We all know Billy is an ass to just about everyone he meets but the reader is the only one who ever gets to see the real billy. They are only 2 years apart and she’s so much like his mom and is the only person that cares for him. We know how his father is and thinks only women should cook and clean and men should work. Well how about one day the reader is at home cleaning when she accidentally breaks a plate or something and cuts herself, she rushes to clean up the mess before her dad can hear but he does anyways. He yells at her and makes her feel bad and when she starts to cry he smacks her. Of course he leaves with Susan and by the time Billy gets home her face is bruised up and her hand wrapped. He’s mad and concerned and decided to pack their things and leave. (You can decide where they go, a friends, cali or maybe he’s saved up to get them a place)

A brother's fear

Protective olderbrother Billy Hargrove x sister reader

Warnings: THIS IS NOT A SHIP, THEY ARE SIBLINGS NOTHING MORE, slapping, agruing, protective billy, blood, ANGST, happy ending, abuse, Neil, Neil makes reader call him sir like he did with Billy, hairpulling

Summary: Request above

When you came home, you find Dad and Billy neck to neck. Billy was placed against a shelf and Dad was holding him against it. You look at your step-mom and saw her crying. Why was she not helping him? Why was Dad doing this? If Billy was being beat or abused by Dad, I never knew. Billy never let me see. He would tell me, he got into a fist fight with some punk from school. I never knew.

"Dad!" You yell. He looks to you with a frown.

"Get her out of here," He yelled to his wife.

Your step-mom tried to bring out of the room, just as another blow is given to Billy's face. You hear him cry out at the blow and you ran back into the room. You pushed in between the two men and hugged Billy tight. You felt him rub your back.

"Look what you did Billy, you made me make a scene infront of your sister," Dad said. He left the room and went to his bedroom.

Sobs racked through your body when he finally left. You could not believe what you saw. You looked up to Billy cause he always was there for you. Once he beat up a kid for pulling on your pigtails.

"Billy," You cried.

"Shush, it's okay," Billy said softly. Here he was comforting you after he was the one who was beaten up.

"I had no idea," More tears flood.

"It's okay."

"I am so sorry," You shook your head.

"It's okay. I'm fine," He groans when he says that.

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A few weeks later, you cleaning the house. Your dad was out with your step-mom with Max and that left you alone cause Billy was at some girl's house. You had cleaned everything and were finally putting away the dishes. You went to dry one but it slipped out of your hands, shattering on the ground.

"Shit!"

You go to get the broom and dustpan from the living room. You tried picking up the bigger pieces but it cut your hand, staining the white floor. You cursed at the pain but cleaned up everything. Wrapping up your hand, the family walks in. No one pays you any mind until your dad comes in. He sees the wrap on your hand and then the broken glass in the trash can.

"What happened?" He questions.

"A plate slipped an-"

"You broke a plate?"

"It was an acciedent and I didn't mean-"

"Do you know how much those cost?" He interrupted you. He stepped closer.

"No," You shake your head.

"No what?"

"No, sir."

"Why don't you say sorry to Susan?"

"Sorry Susan," You cry out when he grips your hair from the ponytail you had it in. He pulls your head back.

"I'm sorry but that doesn't seem like you mean it," He says.

Tears pour from your eyes.

"Now say it like you mean it, girl."

"I'm so sorry Susan. I really am. I didn't mean to break your plate," You sob.

"Shut those tears up," Your dad slaps you, your face turning red.

"Neil, I don't think-" Susan tries.

"She needs to learn respect for you. She broke something so she has to say sorry. It's called respect," He grits his teeth.

You cry out at the pain of your scalp.

"Now have you learned your lesson?" He asks.

"Yes."

He tugs harder, "Yes, what?"

"Yes sir!"

"What was your lesson?"

"Don't break things and to say sorry," You cry.

"And why is that?"

"It's for respect sir,'' You say.

He lets you go and you fall from the force of him holding you up by your hair. You rub your head and scramble to your room. The night carries on and Billy comes home. You hear him ask for you but Susan said it might not be a good idea. He knocks on your door and opens it. He finds you with an icepack of peas against your face. He sees the streaks of dried tears and the handprint on your cheek.

"Wha-What happened?" Billy says, tears welling up into his blue eyes.

"Nothing, Billy."

"Don't do that, don't do that."

"Fine, he hit me and pulled my hair. He made me say sir and talk about respect." You cried and Billy grabbed you to hold.

You shook in his grasp and he shushed you. He pat your hair and rubbed your back while you had your first melt down after a beating. He never wanted you to go through this again.

"I am so sorry," Billy softly cried.

"Sorry for what?"

"I didn't protect you. I didn't."

"Billy-"

"I should have gotten you out of here but I didn't," He said.

"Billy, you did. You tried so hard."

"I need to get you out of here. I am getting you out of here."

Billy and you made a plan to pack everything you needed and leave when everyone was asleep. When it was time to go, you snuck out with Billy to his car. Once on the road, you started drifting off to sleep. Billy took off his jacket and made it like a blanket for you. Your head rested on his shoulder, he hummed to you as you slept.

You both made it to California and looked for the house your mom had left for Billy if he wanted to return.

"I'm never letting you get hurt again," Billy said before pulling you into a hug.

You both walked to the car and pulled your bags from the backseat. You walked side by side to your new life without abuse or violence or Dad. You both never wanted to see that man again.

"I love you Billy."

"Don't worry, I love you too. No one messes with my sister," Billy said before hugging you again.

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x sister!reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #protective billy #brother billy #x sister reader #NOT A SHIP

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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 6 months

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[instead fic title here when I finally think of one]

Concept: Around ten years after the events of Crooked Kingdom, 25-year-old Captain Inej Ghafa frees Maya Olsen from a pleasure house in Ketterdam. Maya is looking for revenge against the man who out her in her position, a man who she knows nothing about except his name: Kaz Brekker.

Tags: @wraith--2 @lunarthecorvus @just2bubbly @real-fragments7 @ethereal-maia @cartoon-clifford

Content Warnings: in more general terms I want to remind people to be aware of the nature of Kaz and Inej's experiences and relationship since even if I'm not directly addressing these things they tend to be implicit in any writing about them, but specifically to this chapter there's sa references (not explicit), ptsd references, descriptions of blood and wounds (not very graphic), discussions of death, religious trauma, drug abuse, and a very short implication of suicidal thoughts (not explicit or graphic)

Chapter 4 - Maya

Maya had been 13 when she met Celina. She’d been in the city for just over a year and her Kerch was still rough around the edges; there are lots of words that 13 year old girls aren’t supposed to learn, and she had not yet learnt them when she arrived, confused, empty, and alone, on the doorstep of Yennefer Baars. Yen used a lot of words Maya didn’t know yet.

On Maya’s first night, it had been 17-year-old Celina who snuck into her room to dry her tears. It had been Celina who held back Maya’s hair the first time she was given drugs and spent the early hours of the morning bent over a sick bucket. It had been Celina who bandaged cuts on Maya’s arms and sat on the floor with her all night when Maya couldn’t face getting back into the bed. There were at least 30 girls at the Tulip Mill, Maya didn’t know them all, but she and Celina were the only Fjerdans. They were noticed in the parlour for their white blonde hair, for their porcelain skin, for their long limbs and tall backs. They were noticed by Fjerdan soldiers who wanted the illusion of a marriage, by men who like the idea of turning a modest Fjerdan girl into something else, by the Kerch and their fascination with anyone from anywhere else.

Maya was 15 and Celina 19, a man came to the Mill and told Yennefer that he wanted to feel like he was deflowering a modest Fjerdan girl before her marriage. He chose Maya. So Yen told Celina to braid Maya’s hair in the traditional way of unmarried Fjerdan women, and when Celina dared, stupidly, to say such things were sacred, Yen hit her. Then she hit her again. Maya remembered screaming for Celina before a blow landed on her as well, then, for a short time, darkness.

Maya had sat at the vanity in her little room, decorated like some kind of glitzy version of whaler’s cabin - which didn’t even make sense, because Fjerdans didn’t live in the cabins they just stayed in them during season, if they happened to be whalers. Celina stood behind her, fashioning her hair into a crown of braids. After about half the hairstyle had been completed in silence, Celina stopped and closed her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do the braids if I think about why you need them. My hands get all shaky. So I’m trying to pretend I’m preparing my little sister’s betrothal braids,”

“Is it working?”

“It feels more like I’m preparing you for burial,”

“You might as well be,” there was silence for a moment, before Maya said: “Perhaps I should find my own way to Djel. I’d rather be with him than be here,”

Celina gasped.

“Maya you cannot say such things! You cannot reach Djel if you take matters into your own hands,”

She continued to braid, pulling Maya’s hair a little. Maya didn’t think it was by accident.

For a while the quiet held between them. Maya watched Celina in the mirror as the braids began to take their final shape.

“Do you think Djel still loves us?” she ventured, finally, as if the words had been forced from her lips.

Even if she wasn’t sure whether she wanted an answer, there was some relief in asking the question out loud. It had been weighing in her chest since the first night.

Celina swallowed.

“Djel will always love us, for as long as we love Him,”

“But we have betrayed him,”

“No,”

“By not saving ourselves have we not failed him? Have we not -?”

“No!” Celina banged her free hand against the table, making Maya flinch so hard that her hair fell from the older girl’s grasp.

Maya had never heard Celina shout before.

Celina turned crimson as she gathered up the dropped hair and tried to fix the part of the braid she’d lost.

“Maya, listen to me,” her voice fell soft again, and Maya closed her eyes to breathe, “You can never fail Djel through something outside of your control. He knows this is not our choice, and he knows that we are good, and that we are devoted. And he knows how hard it is to stay that way when we are so forced to question Him, to question everything,” she finished the plait and knelt to Maya’s side, took her hand, “but because we stay devoted, even now, He will so greatly reward us afterwards,”

But Celina would never get an afterwards.

Maya took a breath. The woman with Inej had not been Celina. She couldn’t be. Maya knew that. She needed to concentrate. She needed to pull herself together. There was a demjin out there that needed to be destroyed, and she couldn’t do that if she fell to pieces every time she saw a Fjerdan girl who looked vaguely like Celina.

Think about better things. Think about killing the demjin.

She didn’t know what Kaz Brekker looked like, but dreams did not need faces. She imagined her fists meeting his stomach, her boot pressed against his neck. She imagined him on his knees, begging her for mercy that she would not give. Maya had already given Celina her revenge, now it was time to get her own.

She was struck by the painful thought that Celina may not have wanted vengeance, and tried to push it away. In the moments they could share, when neither of them were drugged or otherwise occupied, Celina would talk a lot about Djel. Maya didn’t mind that, but she thought that they saw Him differently to each other. Celina believed Djel would forgive her for everything that she had to do at the Mill, and that if she was ever free again it would be like having a clean slate in His eyes. Maya believed Djel demanded penance, but not from her. She could become Djel’s hand, use the gift he had given her to move against the monsters who’d taken his devoted and warped them into this. Because surely if she could ask Djel for forgiveness of this, she could ask him forgiveness of anything? He forgave this, Celina had told her, because they did not have a choice. What other reasons would he let slide? Maya thought revenge was definitely one of them, because she still had no choice. She had to enact this vengeance or it would eat her from inside out, so Djel would understand whatever she chose to do to be rid of it. Wouldn’t He?

Someone was knocking on the door. Maya jumped out of her skin, then with horror realised she’d been crying.

“Maya?”

Inej’s voice.

“I… one second - one…”

“You don’t have to come out, I just wanted to tell you that Fiona is going to be here a little longer than she thought. Are you okay?”

“Still breathing,” Maya called; her head was between her knees and she was panting raggedly, but the statement was technically true.

“Can I get you anything?”

“No. Thank you.”

She heard Inej’s footsteps recede and threw her head back to lean against the wall.

Perhaps she should let her herself cry. It had been a long time since she’d dared to.

She thought about Celina stood behind her at the vanity, fingers moving slowly through her hair. It felt so long ago. The edges of Celina’s face were starting to feel blurry. Maya could not let that happen. She could not just remember her as blue eyes and blonde hair. She forced herself to think of the arch in Celina’s brows, the little freckle on her forehead. But it always ended with Celina’s blood. On the floor, on Maya’s hands, seeping in long blonde hair splayed out across the tiles.

Maya thought she might throw up. She put her head back between her knees and tried to think of revenge. She would carve her name into Kaz Brekker’s bones.

It would not bring her father back. But for as long as Maya was alive and Celina we still very much dead, she would hunt the demjin to the ends of the earth and beyond. She would find his gang, find some way to eat away at his business, let his empire collapse around him. And then she would… her mind could concoct a thousand different methods of torture, murder. None sufficed. Nothing was good enough for him. But she would find something. She had Djel’s gift, after all.

Perhaps she could drown him from the inside out. She thought that might be possible. There was water everywhere, she just had to find it. If she could pull water from the air already in his lungs… she could barely hold a bubble for more than a few seconds. Maya may know this was Djel’s gift but that didn’t mean all his followers did; she had no training, barely any knowledge of it was she could do. She’d been practically useless in the Grisha workshop of her first indenture - the merch had wanted her to find a way of removing salt from sea water, she supposed so that instead of being so reliant on rivers people became reliant on him. But Maya could not sense the difference between the water and the salt, she could barely lift water from one container to another. She would sit for hours with a container of fresh water and a container of seawater, hands held out above them. She could feel that they were different, but she could not feel the exact edges of what needed to be changed. And then the mercher died, and suddenly water and salt became very distant, very foolish things to be worrying about.

Maya thought of seawater, of Celina’s hands in her hair, of steaming tea in glass mugs, of the smell of blood in the air. She gagged. Djel, was she really going to throw up? She hadn’t done since the first time Yen had made her drink the tea, when she was 13. The steam had risen from the surface in swirling patterns, and still with her little girl’s mind Maya thought they looked like monsters. Yen had leant forward, elbow on the table, chin balanced on her hand. Maya thought Yen was beautiful.

“I heard you struggled last night,” she’d said, voice silk but with something more to it as well, “Clients don’t like it when girls cry. So as a rule, my girls do not cry.”

Maya had nothing to say. It was her second day at the Tulip Mill, she felt hollow and alone and all she could think of was whether Djel would still accept her after what she did the previous night.

“I want to make it easier for you. Drink your tea, my dear. It will help you relax,”

Maya didn’t move for a moment and Yen’s eyes grew hard. She darted to take the cup and lifted it to her lips. It was too hot to drink yet and it burned the roof of her mouth and her tongue, creating a mask for its own bitter taste. She felt like she was being strangled.

“That’s right,” murmured Yen, her voice becoming discordant notes as more and more of the liquid found its way down Maya’s throat, “Deep breaths. Drink up, now. Good girl,”

Maya’s next memory was throwing up, Celina holding back her hair. Maya had cried, but who was there to care?

Images were flashing through Maya’s mind as she tried to breathe; tea in glass cups, someone holding her wrist so tightly her hand went numb, Yen smiling as she called Celina forward, sweat dripping down her neck, a stranger in a black, mercher’s suit. She held on until she couldn’t anymore, until she gagged again and felt herself lurch sideways. Unsure of whether or not she’d meant to, she found herself banging on the door and screaming for Inej.

#grishaverse #six of crows #leigh bardugo #crooked kingdom #inej ghafa #kaz brekker #nina zenik #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #matthias helvar #kanej #kanej fic #Maya Olsen oc #six of crows fic #soc fic #fan fic writing #fan fic ideas #fan fic

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hecatemoon87 · 8 months

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This story will eventually contain smut. Minors DNI.

Chapter 3

Johnny wasn't all that complicated of a man. He was loyal and generous to his friends. He loved getting on the open road with his bike and gang, and he worked hard as a trucker to bring home the bacon.

That being said, if Johnny didn't like something, and you made yourself an enemy to him, well, then only God could help you.

Johnny and Benny stood in front of a bar that wasn't too far from Big Sal's place. The only difference between this bar and Sal's was that it was on fire.

The thick black smoke billowed up into the clear blue summer sky. The red and orange flames lapped hungrily at the dry wood of the structure, emitting loud pops and cracks as the support beams caved in.

All the while, Johnny smoked a cigarette calmly while Benny looked at the destruction in front of him with awe. Johnny had done this for him.

"They ain't gonna be fucking about with Vandals now will they?" Johnny said in between puffs.

"Nah, they sure ain't," Benny agreed.

Once the men had their fill of watching their vengeance unfold, they hopped on their bikes and went their separate ways. Benny to his girl and Johnny, well, he just hit the main highway and drove.

His mind wasn't entirely on his biker club. He was thinking of Amelia and where she was right now.

It had been almost a week since their first date, and he had called her once, but she hadn't answered. He just assumed he was too much for her, but that didn't take her off his mind.

A day later, he caught her coming from her uncle's bar. She was wearing sunglasses, but he could see she had a cut on her lip.

As he approached her, she slowed down and awkwardly stood there, saying nothing.

"You okay? I haven't seen or heard from you. I guess that second date ain't gonna happen," he said, a little annoyed, but also concerned about her lip.

Still, she said nothing and looked away from him. He watched as a single tear rolled out from her sunglasses. She quickly brushed it away. "I'm...I'm sorry, I like you, but...I'm sorry," she said, her voice wavering. She tried to walk past him, but he gently took her hand and guided her to the side of the building.

"What's going on, hmm? Take those sunglasses off," he said.

She hesitantly removed her sunglasses, and he immediately saw the deep purple that surrounded her left eye. The cut on her lip was all the more pronounced.

"Who the fuck did that to you!" Johnny said, the rage immediately boiling up in his chest. He was going to tear apart the man that did this.

"It was...," she started to say, then more tears trickled down her lovely face. Johnny took her into his arms, and she burrowed her face in his chest and cried.

Stroking her hair and holding her tight, he tried his best to soothe her. After a few more moments, Amelia lifted her head and finally said, "It was my mother."

That shocked him as he was prepared to murder the person (or in his head, man) that had hurt Amelia.

"What? Your mother did this?"

Amelia nodded, turning her face so that her better side was visible. But Johnny hooked a finger under her chin and gently turned her face towards him. He paused, then ever so softly, kissed her bruise. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Why would she do this to you?"

"She overhead Uncle Sal and my dad talking about how I was doing at the bar. They just meant me handling the books. But Mama, she misunderstood and that I was working as a waitress. She got really mad and when I came home she...she took her rolling pin to...to my face," Amelia said, a sob escaping her mouth. She quickly covered her mouth, and then more tears escaped her pretty eyes.

It broke Johnny's heart to see this little lamb of a woman so distraught. "Baby girl, she hurts you often?"

"Only sometimes. Dad...he intervenes when he's around. He stopped her. I just...I can't live there anymore. I've been saving for my own apartment in the city. I'm almost there...but it still feels so far away," she said sadly.

"How much do you need?" Johnny asked.

"Um, about five hundred and fifty, that will cover my deposit and first month's rent.

"Done, I'll get you the money tonight," he said, firmly.

"Huh? No, you don't have to do that. Really," she said, shaking her head. "I mean, I'm even uncertain of what kind of relationship I want with you. Don't waste your money, John."

"Now you be quiet. I ain't wasting a dime if it means protecting you. I don't care if you never wanna see me again, I'm going to make sure you're safe, Princess."

#tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fan fic #johnny #chicago vandals #the bikeriders

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welcometogrouchland · 2 years

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I think owl house's nature as a portal fantasy show has somewhat skewed our perception of how trips into the demon realm work, i.e we assume they're more often than not one-way affairs, because that's how it is for Luz post-ybos and for the hexsquad after S2.

Thus we assume when the wittebane brothers crossed over to the demon realm, it was a one-way trip for them.

We assume that the portrait in hollow mind of Caleb walking towards the witch hand was the last time Caleb was seen in gravesfield, and that the portrait of older Philip stepping out onto the knee is the first time he entered the demon realm, and that there was a period where the brothers were separated across dimensions...

(theory under the cut cause it's long lmao)

BUT in yesterday's lie, Jacob Hopkins says that, after a mysterious fire, both brothers vanished. This is also the episode where we see an illustration that depicts adult Philip and Caleb already in possession of both flapjack and glyphs- things they couldn't have if only one of them came to the demon realm as a kid/teen.

[ID: a screencap of Yesterday's Lie from the owl house, showing a book with an illustration of two colonial era men and a witch. One man has a cardinal on his shoulder and is shaking hands with the witch, the other holds a glyph and a torch. End ID]

Ergo, briefly ignoring the possibility of continuity errors (which r valid but hard to factor into theories)- the brothers must've met a witch (possibly wittewife) as children/teenagers, gone to the demon realm with her and came back with their newfound magical knowledge.

This would also explain the statues of them as adults, since they wouldn't have gone missing as teens. Until eventually something happened to the brothers (something involving a fire, which I'm willing to bet had to do with burning witches) as adults, and then they disappeared to the demon realm forever.

And I'd like to propose an idea! I don't think that there's a yet unmentioned period of time where both brothers were missing from the town as teens, before reappearing as adults and then disappearing a second and final time (since that'd be a tad repetitive from a story standpoint)-

I think they were secretly hopping back and forth between realms, adventuring in the demon realm and then coming home each day/week/etc. Sort of like if toh was a different flavour of portal fantasy to what it is now.

Points in favour (less from an evidence aspect more from a narrative one):

It would be an organic way for Caleb to develop from wanting to be a witch hunter to wanting to be a witch, if he had lots of time to contrast life in gravesfield vs life in the demon realm

it'd make Caleb a parallel to Eda! She used the portal similarly as a teen/adult (and if Philip visited the demon realm less frequently, then it'd make him a parallel to Lilith who doesn't understand what her sister does and thinks it needs to be stopped or controlled)

AND it'd show how both brothers were massive hypocrites; cavorting with witches one day and going to church the next. Except Caleb noticed this divide and changed accordingly, and Philip never did cause he always justifies his own hypocrisy and escapes self reflection.

consider the fact that eclipse lake wasn't always dry! In fact the drying up was so recent that in the episode eclipse lake, belos didn't know about it (as he presumably wouldn't have wasted time sending Kiki there to look for blood otherwise). In the 10-ish years the brothers flitted between realms, it was probably easy to go back and forth via the lake.

Now, does this theory have the most basis? Not really, it mostly comes from me trying to smooth over the inconsistencies between yesterday's lie and hollow mind. Do I know what would happen to the brothers to separate them after the gravesfield fire? No! Do I know what caused the fire? Probably brother drama but other than that idk.

This theory wouldn't change Everything but i think it'd be a neat solution that does a lot of work characterising the wittebane brothers, AND if toh does go with the "Luz immigrates to the demon realm but builds a portal to keep in touch with/visit her mom frequently", this might establish recent precedent. Do what Philip and Caleb did but without the dishonesty. The theme of taking what the old generation did and learning from it's mistakes, which is so far a big theme in toh.

TL;DR: I don't think the brothers got separated as children before uniting again in the demon realm as adults, I think the brothers had secret adventures in the demon realm throughout their childhood before something happened and they both got stuck in the demon realm as adults where they were separated until the fratricide happened

#ramblings of a lunatic #the owl house #toh #caleb wittebane #philip wittebane #saw some other ppl in tags talking abt this and I already had this embarrassing behemoth typed out so i thought. yknow what #why not #gonna put it under a readmore for the sake of brevity

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trans-p03g · 2 years

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👉👈 would you mind sharing some Folklore AU lore? It looks really cool and interesting :D

I'm real tired so I'm gonna just copy-paste my discord messages, I've been meaning to post this for a while so might as well fkfnfnf

It's gonna be LONG because I've got to explain the species before I even get to the story

Also thank you!

TW for mentions of death and cannibalism

The story takes place in Leshy's forest, which is based off of Notecka Forest. A mostly dry forest placed on big dunes, made up mostly of pines and some birches, with the rivers Noteć and Warta running through it and some ribbon lakes here and there.

Leshy

He's a leszy (leshy) (also known as borowy, boruta, borowiec, gajowy, leśnik, leśny dziad, dziad borowy and wilczy pasterz (shepherd of wolves) (these are all mostly combinations of words for forest, forest rangers and old men), obviously. The rulers and protector of their forests, they're a neutral spirits that generally don't care much for humans unless provoked. Leshys take forms of huge men whose size depends on how tall and helthy the trees in their forests are. They are shapeshifters, notably taking forms of brown bears, eagle owls and wolves. They could mimick the sounds of animals and wind. As mentioned they were the protectors of the forest and if they didn't like you, they could make you get lost in the forest and lead you towards predators. Similarly, they could be appeased with a gift, usually of some produce like wheat. People would traditionally leave them gifts to assure a safe travel through their forests. Hunters and lumberjacks also gave them gifts to, you know, not be killed for tampering with the leszy's forest.

In modern times they're also depicted as forst rangers with a riffle or a bat strapped to their backs.

In this AU specifically (aka stuff I made up); Leshy's species don't have names, which is why he's just referred to as Leshy. His apperence depends on the seasons. He also blooms when he's happy/in love, the flowers that sprout on him are corn poppies which are the national flower of Poland.

Leshy is a pretty lenient dude, letting many different spirits live in his forest even when they cause trouble or don't respect him much (cough cough P03 cough cough). Even if he's not as respected as he should be, he's pretty much THE guy people come to with problems and who has the final say in decision coz. you know. his forest.

P03

They're a strzyg, also known as strzyga or strzygoń (depending on the gender) (striga in english). They're evil spirits commonly refered to as polish vampires, though the only thing they share is their blood sucking ways (and I mean, we already have a proper vampire).

Strigas are born as normal human - well, almost. They're children born with two hearts, two rows of fully developed teeth and two souls. Other traits they had was hairless pits and unibrows (kinda a weird detail but okay).

They're pretty much normal humans during their first life but after they die, one soul passes on while the other stays in the body and reanimates it. At first they're just humans with more pale blue-ish skin, but with time they become more monstrous and owl-like.

They can shapeshift into owl, which is how they find their victims. They feed on humans, first drinking all of their blood then devouring their insides.

They very often targeted the people that have wronged them in their first life. Which makes the fact that strigas were often ostracised, drove away from villages or even killed seem like a very dumb idea. Even if none of these things happened, strigas would often die very young and rarely lived past their 20s. Just a fate thing, I think?

There are many ways to kill a striga, either doing these when they first died or finding their body during the day and burying it in one of the following ways: burying it face down in the ground, cutting its head off and placing it between their legs and facing down, burying them with lots of small things like rice, grain or pennies as for whatever reason strigas have a compulsory need to count them (which is also a good way to get away from them, just spill some rice and run for it, they'll have to stop and count it), burying them with stakes put through their mouth and each limb, putting a flint in their mouth, burning, slapping them with your left hand, burying them under a big rock, putting a card in their mouth with 'jesus' written on it, and finally, ringing the church bell which made them turn to wheat. (Not all of these methods are canon to the AU and are just hearsay)

Things I added to this: P03 is constantly hungry and cold, but can eat animals to deal with his hunger between his usual meals. They need to be buried in a very specific way to die, just dealing normal damage won't work, which is why they were able to survive beheading and losing 3 limbs.

P03 was a medieval serf peasant, meaning he was bound to the land he worked on, lived on it, didn't get paid and could only be married off to another peasant with the land owner's permission. Just very close to being a slave but not completely as they couldn't be traded or sold.

One autumn, they were hit with early frost which killed most of their wheat. P03 knew he was probably not going to survive the winter anyway, plus being fed up with this life, he grabbed some wheat and headed to the nearest forest, asking the resident leshy to help him...disappear. But was continuously turned down.

It was basically just "Do you need safe passage through my forest?" "Nah but you could make me get lost and let the wolves eat me" "What the fuck, no?????"

Anyway so P03 was right, he died just a few weeks later. Or, well, got horribly sick and was buried alive as people often were back then. They dug themselves out and wandered for a while, eventually ending up in Leshy's forest where he collapsed from exhaustion and eventually froze to death during the night.

Leshy found them the next day and brought them to Grimora. He reluctantly let them stay and the two ended up working out a system; if anybody caused trouble Leshy would lead them to P03 and they'd take it from there.

Also the two have a cute romance that ends in marriage and then divorce because the two of them being canonly divorced in Polish Folklore AU is somehow SO funny to me

Nowadays they have a very bad relationship. Also instead of dressing up like a normal fucking person P03 just threw some modern clothes over their medieval ones.

Grimora

She's a baba jaga (baba yaga). They're mostly seen as evil, but can be neutral or even helpful spirits. Old ladies that lived deep in the woods in their huts with chicken feet and flew on mortars. They're usually blind or have very bad eyesight due to their age, with one skeleton foot. They age a year for each question they're asked, which is why they're not usually helpful. They can deage themselves through different means, in some stories by consuming blue roses and in some by consuming little kids (fun diet).

They can help people too, sometimes playing maternal role or a teacher to young women. Often assiociated with animals like owls, black cats or ravens.

(As a funfact; some experts believe baba yaga was once a goddess of death or a similar being in slavic mythology, warped over time by christian influence into an evil baby eating grandma)

So obviously, Grimora is the kind sort of baba jaga. She has a good relationship with Leshy and often invites him over for some tea. She also wanted to straight up kill P03 when they first showed up in the forest because she was worried a striga would cause problems, fun!

She's actually pretty young for a baba jaga, only older than P03 by like 100-300 years.

Magnificus

He's boruta/błotnik (devil boruta/mud). There are a lot of water spirits that often get confused with one another and this one is no different, błotnik shares a lot of similarities with other water spirits like wodnik. Technically boruta and błotnik are different things but błotnik has so little info on them that I am combining the fuckers.

Błotniki are male swamp dwelling spirits, described as having long green beards and hair, their bodies covered in algae, dirt and fish scales. They're rarely found in folklore and are often seen as a swamp dwelling wodnik/vodyanoy, leshy or chort. They had hobbies similar to any other polish water spirit, aka sit at the bottom of a body of water and drown any poor fucker that came a bit too close.

Boruta, specifically tlking about Boruta błotnik, was a rich man turned demon that dwelled in the basements of castles, pushing people to do evil deeds. Baruta błotnik took a form of a giant bird often seen in swamps and similar habitats.

In this AU, Magnificus was once a noble man, though nobody knows how he turned into what he is today and he refuses to tell. He's pretty territorial and grumpy, only really tolerates Pike, Goobert and Lonely Wizard on his turf. Has an alright relationship with Leshy and Grimora, there's mutual respect there even if he's a bit of a dick. He often shittalks Leshy with P03 though, that is if he's not trying to drown the striga for fun or turning them into a target practice for any of his 3 pupils.

okay, I don't have all the species picked out for the other characters but here's the idea, with some notable exceptions like Lonely Wizard and Angler:

grimora's ghouls - household spirits

p03's workers - air spirits

leshy's subordinates - forest spirits

mags' pupils - water spirits

okay, rapid round for the things i do managed to figure out the species for:

Pike - rusalka, a female water spirit who hates mankind and loves to fuck with them (and drown them)

Goobert - either topielec or poronnik, the first one is a male water spirit who likes to drown people and the second one is a spirit of a drowned infant or aborted fetus that loves to, you guessed it, drown people

Lonely Wizard - bobo/bobok/babok/bebok, a tiny fucking...freak with long limbs that chased and scared children, could be appeaced with food

Prospector's hound - bies, a beast symbolising chaos and nature

angler - wodnik/vodyanoy, naked old men resembling frogs that loved to drown people

Okay so for the story

Kaycee was Luke's friend, she loved to travel and research folklore creatures and she'd often ramble about it to Luke. She kept a notebook of her research and doodles.

Though one time the curiosity finally got her killed, as she found herself locked in a small, old and ruined basement with a basilisk. She knew better than to look into its eyes, but that's not much help when the beast also has sharp talons and a beak. At the end as she was cornered she willingly looked into its eyes, figuring being turned into stone was a better fate than being mauled and ripped to pieces by an overgrown rabid chicken.

Luke didn't take the news well. He got her notebook from Kaycee's mum. He was considering continuing her life's work to honour her.

As first steps forward it and to maybe consider where to go from there and clear his head, he decided to take a few weeks long camping trip to a forest. Preferably as far away from home as possible, he just needed to get out of there.

He eventually ended up choosing one national park and, knowing a bit from Kaycee, decided to humour her beliefs and leave a gift for a leshy living there. He chose a small, pretty rock that he placed on a stone at the edge of the forest and briefly addressed the leshy.

Leshy, being kind of sad that the tradition of leaving him gifts died down over time, was ecstatic over the rock and decided it was his job to protect that human now.

Cue Luke having a life crisis in the woods while Leshy is curbstomping P03 and Magnificus in the background to keep them from killing him.

some small funfacts:

-p03 fucking hates nobility so he and mags don't get along

-leshy was the one who taught p03 how to fly

-leshy also used to take care of him, like bring him snacks or making sure he was warm and comfortable in winter

-though they no longer get along, leshy got p03 prosthetic legs made of wood he himself grew so they could move more easily as a human

-grimora and leshy carry around small bags of rice just in case p03 decides to be annoying

-p03 likes to piss grimora off by asking very stupid or unecessary questions, but he usually gets cut off in the middle by grim just holding up the rice sack as a threat

-kayce was in this forest before and made friends with leshy, he later on makes friends with luke and recognises the notebook he has and the handwriting in it

-luke is stupidly lucky and keeps getting away with shit he shouldn't. like avoiding being eaten by p03 by shooting a random question out of nowhere, which just happened to be divorce/love life related, and he just got so stupidly lucky about the fact that p03 and leshy were divorced

-aside from leshy, p03 was the one who mostly prevented mags and other characters from killing luke, just so he could be the one to kill and eat him

unfortunately for p03, his own form is a perfect grabbing size for leshy and very, very throwable

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more funfacts

-leshy is protective of every inhabitant of his forest, even p03 and magnificus. he and p03 might have a long and complicated history but if somebody wants to hurt p03 they have to go through leshy first

-magnificus is the embodiment of "GET OFF MY FUCKING LAWN" but in evil water spirit that drowns people way

-mags has a one-sided rivalry with angler, he's angry at the guy for being in his river/lakes, meantime angler just couldn't care less

#asks #polish folklore au

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invinciblerodent · 7 months

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stature for both Arvid and iona!!! and 4 in the other for her too

stature: What's your OC's body type? How tall are they? Do they wear clothing to accentuate their look or do they try to mask it?

-> Arvid: I actually rolled his height (based on the way it is for a hill dwarf in the PHB, 3'8"+2d4), and he ended up being quite tall for a dwarf: roughly 130 cm, so 4'3". At least a good head shorter than everyone else still, but actually not SO short that one has to like... get on their knees to meet his eyeline. And that coupled with his bulk, I would say he... definitely looks formidable. Sturdy, if you will. Like if he wasn't so wide, he could probably pass for a short human, if he were so inclined, he can definitely tower over a gnome or goblin, and he should come up to almost about Gale's shoulder.

I guess this might contribute to his genuinely absurd intimidation bonus and -advantage (which I almost never use because he's a nice boy), that he just... looks like he could give you a smack and lay you out to dry, and he wouldn't necessarily even need a stepladder for it.

For his body type, I always picture an old-timey strongman or a powerlifter. Not someone who is cut or lean, but definitely built to support his strength, with few defined lines (mostly just in his arms), and rather heavy body hair. He's burly, and I personally find that type of person very attractive, but I do think he's the type to hide as much of himself as possible: long pants, long sleeves, heavy plate mail, the works. (That could be why I had to turn down pretty much every companion at least once, they saw him take his shirt off to chop wood a single time, and it was so unexpected that they all found themselves suddenly consumed by lust.) (Yes, I'm joking.)

-> Iona: As an elf, she's very average with her 167 cm/5'6" height (4'6"+2d10), and the fact that her love interest is going to have exactly 3 inches on her (plus about 2 more inches of hair) just amuses me to no end. And, since thematically she's both a sorcerer (not really a con or str class) AND an ex-cultist, I'd think the best way to describe her is wiry. She's not super athletic and initially kind of malnourished, but after fleeing from the compound, she had to be constantly on the move, and for a short while between that and the nautiloid, she didn't have much to her name to be able to eat well. (I think in act 1, she does put on quite a bit of weight and fills out somewhat, so the typical "slender elf" character model reflects more her act2+ appearance.)

Plus, her whole life she kind of lived in most part off a small garden too, so she would be lean, and more persistent than tough. Kind of like a stray dog that's all skin and bones, but still once her jaw is locked onto you, you're not going anywhere.

I don't think she would consciusly try to show off her body at first, but once she starts feeling more confident with her magic, she'll definitely start feeling more confident in her appearance as well. Especially once she realizes that most men don't see her as at least a bit lesser-than for being an elf (like it was in the anti-magic cult, where fey ancestry was barely tolerated), and instead, find it quite sexy, so they are, in turn, more easily manipulated by her. She'll definitely come more into herself as the game progresses, and use her innate charisma for more than just cagey self-defense.

Does your OC have a failed relationship or relationship they still think about? What happened? Is it an unsolved regret or is there a chance for reconciliation?

-> Iona: Oh, this is the best possible question to ask about her, I was hoping someone would!! (I think I only mentioned it in some tag-novel once, lol.)

This got long, so cut time.

So, Iona's name is technically Iona Raedir, but her maiden name is Birchlight, so that's what she goes by.

Her husband isn't dead, by some miracle, but after having hidden her inborn magical abilities her whole life, when she was eventually revealed (after 56 years, like 30 of them married to her husband Herrik), it got... ugly.

He was a human, so he did enjoy that he had a lovely, young and unaging wife (enough to tolerate her being an elf- the whole cult kind of was mainly made up of humans and they all functioned based on a human timeline), but... well, their core belief was that arcane magic in itself is something the use of which by anyone other than the gods is an aberration to be exterminated. So when he found out, after 30 years of marriage, that his wife was born with magical abilities and hid it from everyone, he was... let's just say, too set in his ways to accept it. (He was like 60-ish at the time, and had been in the same cult for like 35 of those, and participated in magehunts, of course he was set in his ways.)

Long story short, he attacked her, and the only reasons she could escape with her life was because 1.) she was faster, and 2.) she had been searching for an opportunity (and the courage) to get out for years and years at that point. She knew it was coming, sorcery is a magic that yearns to be used, and without her father being there ALL the time (the family was brought into the cult by her elven dad's second, human wife when she was little), she was bound to slip up eventually.

When he attacked her, she (again, long story short) could blast him in the face with fire, then once more when he came at her with an axe as she was getting her go-pack, and as her home crashed and burned both literally and figuratively, she could get to the stable to steal their ox, Marigold. As she fled, she knew she hadn't managed to kill him, but she did from that point on believe that he, while he failed to kill her, had killed the woman who was his wife.

The first thing she did, as soon as she got to a settlement, was trade her wedding band for a pair of boots.

#squirrel plays bg3 #oc: arvid trygg #oc: dove #I should rename that tag to #oc: iona raedir #this was fun!!#I actually have the night of her escape mostly written out in my little notebook #i'd have to type it up and edit it but I think it turned out well

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gaypirate420 · 2 years

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Two kids you and me// Silco

Young!Silco x male!reader

Mmmm my favorite, SAD GAYS.

I made this in two hours don't come for me.

Tw: PTSD, blood, drowning.

Silco and you were definitely an interesting item, you were really sure you two were dating but it was never really stated like that.

You don't remember well that one day, you had a argument with Vander and Silco before so you got for a walk.

When you returned you saw Vander left the river, he was bloody.

"Vander!?" You shouted, he didn't look at you, you got closer.

"Wh-what happened, where's Silco?" You asked nervously, Vander looks at you for a couple of seconds.

"He has chosen a side we can't follow—" Vander tried to grab your hand but you took a step back, your looked at the river.

"What did you do?" You whispered then looked at Vander one last time before jumping into the river, you swing too deep and you found him, he was trying not to pass out, you reach for him, you grab him and got back to the surface, he let out violent coughs and gasped for air desperately.

"d-darling?" He whispered, his side was bloody, torn apart, you couldn't see the hole damage.

"Yes, yes, it's me" You said, his blue eye looked at you, you were panicking, you didn't know what to do for him.

"I- I'm going to get you to my home, it's- it's not so far, you are going to be okay" it sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than convince him, you make him stand and his arm on your shoulder you started to walk.

He tried to talk but the only thing that he could make was mumbling.

"Shhhh, don't waste your energy" you whispered.

You finally make it to your home and you put him in your bed.

"Alright, lucky you, you got the hottest boy on the undercity to be your nurse" You tried to make a more cocky tone, you heard a little chuckle came out of his mouth, you smile to him and started with his face.

"There so much blood" you say low, you cleaned his face the best you could and started to cure it.

"Th- Vander- he-" Silco tried to talk but inmediatly shut when you put the antibiotic on his wound, he hissed in pain.

"You'll tell me later, now, concentrate on not... falling asleep" you put the bandage on his face and got into the other cuts in his body.

"That's- hard-"

"Please, Silco, I need you to stay with me"

You finished, you clean up and got into the bathroom to clean your hands, Silco was still on the bed, he was in shook he try to touch the patched up side of his face.

"Don't touch it" Silco jumped, you weren't even on the room.

"Now, how are you feeling?" You said coming back and dry your hands.

"Tired so so tired" He mumbled, you sat besides him and grabbed his hand.

"You can rest now, I will be here to check on you" You said softly.

"You are an angel" Said Silco low, you smile and feel your cheeks warm.

"What would be of us, my darling?" He carefully put his head on your lap.

"What do you want us to be, Sil?"

"I want to get married" ok now the blood loss was affecting him, you chuckled and play his hair very carefully, making sure not to hurt him.

"We can't get married, we are two men" You said disappointed.

"I don't want papers, I don't care about that, I only want to be yours, and I'll be your stay-at-home-husband, I will cook for you and...and...and I'm dizzy" he giggle softly and he close his eye, he took a tired sigh.

"We have a lot of time to discuss about us" you said with a smile.

"We'll make a new nation, a better one, we'll show Vander" He said not being able of express all his anger.

"We'll show everyone" You said, Silco smiled, he knew you were going to be on his side.

He fell asleep and you successfully stood up without woke him up, you lay with him on your bed, you hug him and fell asleep.

Hours later Silco woke up gasping for air.

"Silco?" You called, his hands were on his face, he was breathing heavy and covered in sweat.

"Silco! Hey, calm down, you are going to hurt yourself"

"It's never going to leave my mind" he said between sobs, you grabbed his hands and the bandages were a little bloody.

"Vander tried to drown me, he hit me, he betray me" He hissed, you didn't know what to say, you just stay there with him hoping your presence would bring him comfort.

"I only have you now" He looks at you.

"Please don't leave" He grabbed your face with delicacy, like you are made of glass, his eye are sad, pleading, hopeless.

"I won't, Silco" you whispered.

"I promise, I'll give you a better life, and I will protect you, my love" He touch his forehead with yours, you close your eyes and grabbed his hand.

"I love you, my angel" He whispers.

"I love you too"

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane silco #lol silco #silco x reader #silco #silco league of legends #silco x male reader #young silco

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kazanovah · 2 years

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Pairings: Bonten trio x f!reader

Warnings: mature themes 18+

Synopsis: after having her life ruined by the military she served for, reader is out on a vengeance mission to seek justice for herself. She’s full of dark impulses, grief and just overall a bit of a stubborn dumbass.

MDNI18 +

Previous|Part 11|Next

"W-why do you want to talk about Bonten?" You asked, eyebrows knitting tightly in confusion.

Had he not wanted to talk about the time you've both spent apart? Had he not cared about the last three years you'd spent trying to avenge his fake death?

"Because you've been working with them, right?" He asked, though he knew the answer as he had his eyes on you for the last three years. Always so close, yet so far as he lurked within the shadows of the underworld while you danced on the fine line between it and the civilian life style that you had been struggling to live.

"I- I was... b-but not anymore! They were only helping me find you." You said reassuringly, sniffling slightly as you tried to dry your tears.

You knew he hated it when you cried, but even the most decent of human beings would cry after being part from your spouse for so long right? So why does Ren look like he'd rather be anywhere else in the world right now?

"Because they want to kill me." He stated, and you sighed at his true statement, a small frown etching onto your features.

"At first, yeah! But it's fine, Manjiro told me that if I can prove that you weren't doing all of those horrible things by your own free will, then he'll let you live!" You said happily, smiling softly as you looked up into his eyes that had hardened with a glare, making your heart drop into your stomach.

You knew what happened after he looked at you like that, so why didn't you try to run?

"Ahh yes, Manjiro Sano." Ren said, standing to his feet suddenly, looking down at you with a cocked head to see your tortured expression. "You never could get his name out of your mouth, even when it was ME who pitied you enough to marry you."

What? He married me out of pity? No... this isn't Ren. The Ren I know would NEVER say this kind of stuff to me.

"N-no Ren, it's not like that, I swear. Manjiro is good at keeping his word, he won't hurt y-"

"Save your breath, y/n. I'm not going to let that fucker or his men catch me. They're nothing compared to the army I have rounded up over the last few years." Ren said, before squatting down so that he was eye level with you.

Had he really being acting on his own accord this whole time?

"You were supposed to die that night, you know? I promised Hiro and his buddies some action with you so long as they made sure you didn't make it out of that fire." He said, and not only did you freeze, but so did Ran, Rindou and Sanzu who were lurking in the shadows of the sun that was nearly completely gone from the sky.

"W-what?" You asked, trying to process what he had just told you.

"My my, you really are a pathetically stupid thing." He mused, squishing your chin between his fingers roughly, making you wince.

Pathetic... why does everyone think I'm pathetic? First my family, then Rindou and Sanzu... and now my own husband?

"Tell me, do you really think that after all this time, I'd actually want to still be with you? Do you know how many women I had slept with the moment I was finally free from you and your depressing little life that you had dragged me in to?"

Depressing little life... it's my fault. It's all my fault he's like this. I- I caused it?

"I'm sorry." You said, making Ren chuckle out a laugh. He knew you were easy to manipulate, he just didn't think you'd still be this easy considering all you've gone through.

"As you should be, after all you did this to yourself. You're the reason I was so unhappy with my life, why I felt the need to fake my death just to escape you. You're a horrible person, y/n." Ren said, his eyes never leaving yours that were wide as the harshness of his words sunk in.

"I-I'm not-" you were cut off by a harsh slap to the cheek, and Ran inched towards his gun, only to be stopped by Sanzu holding a hand out to halt his movements.

"Are you really going to sit here and deny that? Look at everything you've done since I've been gone, it's not much is it? Your life is miserable, YOU are miserable. Geez, it's like you're meant to be lonely." Ren laughed, making you sob softly.

"W-why... why did you do this?" You asked, looking up at him through your wet lashes as you sobbed like a child. You entire heart feels like it literally shattered in your chest, puncturing your lungs and wiping all the air from your system as you struggle to breathe normally.

"Because you're worthless, and God! Must I say it AGAIN? - pathetic! You'll never amount to anything, I'm even shocked to see that you're still standing with all that baggage you come with."

His insults were digging right into you as if you were freshly turned dirt in a garden full of wilted weeds, rooting deeply with the soil - your mind, refusing to let go.

"No man, is ever going to love you. I know I sure as hell never did. I cant even lie and say that I kept you around because you were a good fuck, because you weren't."

So it was all a lie. Every touch, every kiss... even every smile and smile the two of you shared as just played into his façade.

"I'd kill you myself, but you're really not worth even a single bullet in this gun. How about you just go of and kill your self." Ren spat, twirling around the gun he had pulled out of his pants pocket. He was staring down at you still, a sadistic smile on his face - the face that you had once loved so much, only made you want to curl up into a ball and cry.

And that's exactly what you did, even after a gunshot rang loudly in your ears. You had hoped it had been directed at you, that Ren had maybe had a change of heart, but when you heard some shuffling from below the cliff, and Ren's quiet 'fuck,' you knew that wasn't the case, and you could have sworn your eyes deceived you as Ren jumped off the cliff, right into the ocean below.

You would have gotten up to see what really went down, if your body had any fight left in it, but it didnt. You didn't have a single ounce of motivation to even try to keep breathing, and if weren't such a natural occurrence, you would have given up and just died on the spot.

As I should have all those years ago, you thought to yourself.

"Hey... get up." Sanzu said, his voice was monotonous as he spoke to you, not forgetting the way you shouted at him days prior. He wanted to be mad still, to yell at you and make you fear for your life as you were now supposed to be their enemy, but he couldn't.

None of them could do anything except for stare down at your small frame trembling against the cold and jagged rocks beneath you as you sniffled lightly. They knew you were constantly looking over you shoulder to try and avoid them for the last three days, and with them being right in front of you they expected you to put a fight, but you didn't.

"Princess, come on." Ran urged, immediately pocketing his gun and kneeling down to try and get eye level with you.

Unfortunately for him, you only brought your hands up to cover your face as you curled into a ball and sobbed loudly. You didn't want to look him, or anybody else in the eyes ever again. You didn't feel worthy of taking up anybody's time or attention, hell you really didn't even feel worthy of life.

"Don't call m'that. Don't deserve it." You sobbed out softly, and it was so quiet that you had thought you were the only one who could hear it, but the three of them had developed an insane sense of hearing since becoming wanted criminals, and the three of them shared a saddened look.

This wasn't you. Usually you would have some snarky comeback, or snap at any of them for giving you a pet name, and to hear you talking about how you don't deserve something so small as a simple tease, made them angry.

You on the other hand were only slightly embarrassed that they had heard everything between you and Ren. You would have been more embarrassed had you not just given up on the concept of your shit life, but right now all you could do was sob and whimper out soft pleas.

"P-please k-kill me." You begged, over and over again until your voice was too hoarse to speak anymore.

Sanzu had pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger as he was now conflicted on what to do. Mikey had given him permission to kill you once they found you, and Sanzu had a whole plan in nod to torture you into apologizing to him for being so rude to him, but now all he wanted to do was lay down beside you and tell you that things were going to be okay.

Even though he knew that they weren't going to be, not for a while at least. So, with a sigh he turned on his heels and climbed back down the rocks, reaching into his pocket to pull out his cellphone and dial Mikey's number - explaining the situation to his boss in full detail.

"Y/n... it's getting chilly. We should go back to the hotel." Rindou said, reaching down to grab your shoulder and hopefully turn you back over to face him, but you only cried harder.

"Y-you like to b-break b-bones right, Rin? P-please break m-my neck." You sobbed out, still not bothering to pull your hands away from your face, and Rindou sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He was trying so hard not to focus on the little nickname you called him, and trying to focus on figuring out how they were going to get you back to your hotel room.

"Y/n, please. Don't talk like this." Ran said, still kneeling next to you and fighting to urge to reach out and run his fingers through your soft, silky hair.

"P-please. I-I have nothin' left. M'pathetic. A-ask Rin and Sanzu... they'll a-a-agree." You sobbed out, making Rindou and Sanzu, who had just climbed back up to the three of you, feel horrible for the last conversation they each had with you.

Would you be this affected by Ren's words if they hadn't said the exact same things out of anger a few days prior?

"Come on, we need to go." Sanzu urged, his voice the tiniest bit softer in hopes you'd listen, but of course that was never the case with you, and you only shook your head slightly.

"I'll carry you if you don't come with us." Ran said, playfully threatening you with his playful tone, but you freaked out and slowly got to your feet, your eyes casted at the ground, making Sanzu chuckle.

"Didn't want him to carry you that bad, eh?" Rindou asked as he tried to ease the obvious tension, though you still didn't look at him.

"I-just don't deserve it... don't deserve anything." You repeated, making the trio share another concerned look.

They knew they should be angry with you for leaving, Rindou and Sanzu especially considering he way you treated them the last time you spoke with them, but seeing you so broken, so vulnerable and lost in your own mind made everything but concern fade away within them. It's like the night you heard the air raid siren and needed to fall asleep in Sanzu's arms, only you wouldn't let them anywhere near you.

The entire ride back to your hotel room, you had spent with your knees up on the seat of the suv with your arms hugged around them while you softly cried into them. Mumbled about 's'all my fault, wanna die and the occasional, don't deserve anything,' would softly fill the silence in the vehicle.

Once back at your hotel room, you were quick to find Manjiro and the rest of Bonten idly sitting around the room, with Sarge leaning against Manjiro's legs. The white haired male eyed you cautiously, and noticed the familiar,distant look in your eyes - one that he himself had worn one too many times in his life, and he sighed.

He knew what it was like to live like that, he knew that you would be utterly useless to Bonten while being like this. He knew he should kill you, but why couldn't he bring himself to take his gun out and shoot you where you stood? That's a question he'll always be asking himself from here on out.

"M-Manjiro," you breathed out shakily, before wandering over and dropping onto your knees in front of him. "Pl-please kill me. P-please. S'all my fault."

"Y/n..." Manjiro spoke hesitantly, his eyes widening when he watched you look up at him pleadingly. "I'm not going to kill you, I have no reason t-"

"Yes you do!" You shouted suddenly, making him jump. "Y-you told me that if I was wrong about Ren, that you'd put a bullet through both our skulls!"

Fuck, he as forgotten all about his little threat to you weeks prior, and he was now regretting it. Manjiro was almost always a man of his word, so to go back on it would be very uncharacteristic of him, but he couldn't just kill off someone he considered a friend - especially in a state like this.

"I was wrong, Manjiro. I was wrong and y-you were right. H-he's a b-bad person and... he do-doesn't want me. P-please, just kill me!"

"Y/n, no. Nobody in this room is going to kill you, no matter how many times you ask. Youre not in the right headspace right now, please just try to calm down and -"

"Calm down!? You want me to calm down?!" You shrieked, slowly rising to your feet. "How the fuck am I supposed to calm down when everything I had ever known has all been one giant fucking lie!? How am I supposed to calm down knowing that my efforts to get my husband over the last three years were all for nothing!? He WATCHED me, he knew what I was doing to try and get to him, and he let me believe he was really dead because he wanted away from me!"

"He wanted out, Manjiro." You said, your tone softening slightly. "He hated me so much that he faked his death to get away from me. I'm so pathetic, I'm so useless. I don't deserve to even be speaking to you... any of you." You slowly looked around the room, sensing the tension in the air, and suddenly a thought popped up into your mind.

"That's it - that's why you won't kill me. I'm not even worth your fucking time." You said with a laugh, making Manjiro sigh and try to hold onto the sliver of patience he had left for you.

"No that's not-"

"Save it." You said, cutting him off as you walked to the bathroom. "If you won't kill me, I'll just kill myself."

The moment that declaration left your mouth, all hell broke loose.

You slammed the bathroom door shut and locked it quickly just as Sanzu had lunged to the door, Ran and Rindou quick to follow behind him as did the rest of Bonten, aside from Manjiro who was still sitting on the bed, so stunned by your actions.

"Princess! Princess open the door, don't do this." Ran's voice was barely muffle by the paper thin door, and you knew you only had a few moments to figure out what you were going to do with yourself.

You eyes scanned around the small bathroom, trying to find something, anything that you could use to take your own life, but nothing was seeming to prove useful to you, and the banging and shouting on the door just kept getting louder and louder.

It wasn't until your eyes met your reflection in the mirror, that everything around you seemed to fall silent as your mind revolted at the sight of yourself in the reflective glass. Your hair was a mess, your eyes were red and puffy, and your lashes and cheeks were stained with tears.

You're pathetic. The voice in your head sounded suspiciously like Ren's and it drove you more and more crazy with each insult that it spoke to you.

Lonely.

Useless.

Worthless!

From outside the door, all they could hear was the sound of glass breaking loudly and the trio's hearts fell into their stomachs. They had never, in a million years, felt so scared for someone's well being the way they were fearing for yours right now, and without a word, Rindou surged forward, throwing himself into the door and knocking it clean off his hinges to reveal you standing in the middle of the room, your back to them. You were o focused in your own mind, you hadn't heard anyone enter.

Your right hand was covered in blood that dripped down onto the floor, your palm was currently being shred open by the large shard of glass you were clenching in your hand, and you had it held at the base of your throat. Just as you began to dig the knife in, your arms were quickly grabbed and thrown behind you, the glass dropping to the floor and shattering as it joined the rest of its remnants.

"Fuck. Ran, help me." Rindou ordered as he struggled to hold onto your thrashing form. You were screaming curse after curse at the purple haired male for ruining your chance at what you thought was going to be your salvation.

Ran stood in front of you suddenly, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, so he did the only think he could think of. He reached forward, wrapping both his arms around your shoulders, making Rindou drop his hold on you, before pulling you into his warm, lanky body.

No, no stop. Is what you wanted to say to say to him, yet you couldn't. You couldn't do anything aside from sob pathetically, your body nearly going limp in his hold and you found yourself comparing the warmth of Ran to the cold touch of Ren, and you found yourself slowly starting to melt into his embrace despite the fact that you despised warm things.

"S'okay Princess, I've got you. Let it out." Ran said softly into your ear, before hooking his chin over the top of your head and looking at his brother who was watching the both of you with a solemn expression.

You weren't sure how long you two stayed like that for, with you in his embrace as you focused on his steady breathing and the warm feeling of his large hands running up and down your back soothingly. You weren't sure when the room cleared out, leaning only you and the Bonten trio, and you sure as hell were not sure as to when you passed out, exhausted from todays events, in Ran's arms.

@skebrii @summerdasy @mightyknighty17 @toobsessedsstuff f @okoknotco @whydohumansss @131-haitani

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sugako · 3 years

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after dinner special

bokuto x f!reader x hinata sum: after seeing the way his teammate looks at you, bokuto comes up with a plan to help all parties cw: 18+ only minors dni i am begging you, established relationship (bokuto x reader), slight manipulation (?? reader/bo make a secret plan to seduce hinata and he wants to so not really but idk what else to tag it as), oral (f!receiving), double pussyjob, nipple play, orgasm denial, D/s, spit roast, unprotected, hinabo if you squint extra hard wc: 4.2k a/n: finally back from the dead with this wayyy overdue fic ive been thinking about/writing for months, no edits or beta bc i'm too impatient and haven't posted in so long

Above all else, Bokuto was incredibly perceptive to other’s emotions. Among other aspects, that quality had really drawn you to him even if it wasn’t as extraordinarily overt as his confidence and enthusiasm. His perceptiveness didn’t end with you, of course, he was well-connected with his teammates, which meant when he saw the way Hinata’s eyes just barely glazed over when he met you he knew there was something more happening in his head. He watched the burning grow in Hinata after he had witnessed the two of you had, quite obviously, snuck off to another room during a get-together at Meian’s, spit still drying at the corner of your dry, puffy lips a week prior.

Even he wasn’t sure what exactly his plan was as he started up in the locker room a couple weeks later, oversharing every little detail he could recall about your body, namely when it was under him. Ignoring Atsumu and Kiyoomi’s groans for him to stop while Shugo and Oliver snickered to themselves reminiscing about their own escapades from a handful of years ago, he focused on Hinata’s reaction.

Shōyō remained uncharacteristically quiet as he rambled on about how cute your soft tits were, only speaking to quietly excuse himself to the bathroom. He was careful, but not careful enough to hide the tent in his shorts.

Not one to keep a secret, the words came tumbling from his mouth when he burst into your shared apartment.

“I think Hinata likes you!” He managed, tearing off his shoes to stumble into the hallway to wrap you in a tight hug like he did nearly every day.

“I-...what?” You choke, wrapping a tentative arm back around him and peeling away to look at him in the eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Not like… I don’t know, I think he wants to fuck you.” The smile on his face doesn’t waver, only confusing you.

“I’m not sure how to take this.” You deadpan, brows just short of knitting together. “Why…?”

“Well if you would like that I certainly wouldn’t mind.” His teeth graze over your skin as he pecks messy kisses all over your cheeks and neck.

“You wouldn’t mind?” You blankly repeat back, holding his back by his muscled shoulders to make him look you in the eyes. “Because not minding something and wanting something are very different and I just want to make sure whatever we’re about to talk about we’re just being really clear.”

Bokuto inhaled a massive breath, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he collected exactly what he wanted to say to you. Before he could, the smell coming from the kitchen distracted his senses, leaving him to weakly exhale and blink his eyes open. “Talk over dinner?”

The long talk over the dinner table was eventually fruitful. After he collected himself and stuffed his rumbling stomach, Bokuto was better able to explain what he had seen in Hinata. It made you recall every time you had seen him and you would be lying if you said you didn’t see it too. He wasn’t exactly a subtle person.

When it came down to it, you certainly weren’t opposed. Bokuto certainly seemed interested in the prospect of sharing you, especially with his favorite prodigy as he liked to class him. You recognized that Hinata was attractive and you had to admit that the concept of being squished between the two thick, bubbly men was alluring as long as he was truly interested.

Before the full invitation to come over for dinner - specially prepared by you - had even slipped from Bokuto’s mouth, Hinata was eagerly accepting. Part of you dreaded the entire ordeal, anxieties bubbling up about the lead up and the talking beforehand that you had foolishly agreed to do most of. Over dinner you stayed a little quieter than usual, trying to gauge Hinata’s expression and body language.

When he politely excuses himself to use the restroom after finishing, Bokuto grabs your hand across the table, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles.

“If you’re nervous we can stop right here.” He whispers, grinning softly.

You can’t help but smile back, shaking your head. “No, I’m okay,” you assure him, “I am a little nervous, but I really want to.”

He opens his mouth to say something else, but is cut off by the sound of the bathroom door closing and the soft pad of Hinata’s feet down the hallway. Clearing your throat, you give a reassuring smile to Bokuto, and stand to face where Hinata soon pops out of.

“Hinata, would you-”

“Shōyō is fine!” He interjects. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“That’s fine,” you smile, ghosting your hand down his arm and resting your palm against his elbow. “Shōyō, would you mind helping me wash up in the kitchen. I feel bad asking the guest, but Kōtarō has something for you and you’ll get to it faster if I finish this.”

Hinata can feel his heart pounding behind his rib cage so hard he worries you can hear his pulse reverberating. You look so sweet with those pleading eyes staring at him, the warm touch of your fingertips sending heat to his chest.

“Of course, I don’t mind.” He nods, letting you lead him a room away to the kitchen.

“Great, thank you, this is such a big help.” You grin while placing the dirty dishes in the sink before you and handing him a dry towel. “You can just dry and put them in the cabinet in front of you.”

“Okay,” he says quietly, eyeing down your low-cut shirt as you squeeze your arms together and lean down to grab the first bowl. His eyes roll to the back of his head when you turn the tap on a little too fast and water splashes all over the front of your thin, pale dress, making the black lacy bra underneath pop.

“Whoops!” You exclaim, smiling a little too happily, feeling how his feet shift beside you. “This tap is a little loose, I always get messy and wet trying to do anything.”

He has to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning, glad that your gaze is in the sink and not on his flushed face. He doesn’t want to feel this way about his friend’s girlfriend, but it’s so hard when you’re standing so close - did you take a step toward him? when did your hip start brushing against his? - and you look so pretty.

“So, Shōyō…” you start, handing him another dish, “Kōtarō talks about you a lot, you know.”

“Really?” His voice is pitched and strained, stopping short of choking on his own words.

“Yeah, he thinks you’re great. He was so excited when you joined the team. He, uh, he pays attention, a lot more than some people give him credit for.”

Hinata nods, carefully placing the bowl in the cupboard. “He’s great, I’ve always loved watching him play.”

“He’s fun to watch,” you agree, “You know he thinks….actually, can I just ask what your type is?” The words tumble out quickly as you try to gain confidence, a small bit of worry creeping into the back of your head.

“My type?” He repeats back, pausing in his drying motions. “I don’t know if I really have one. Just anyone I feel good with. Why?” When he turns to look at you again you’re turned to face him, a small smile lighting up your features.

“That’s a good way to look at things. I only ask because, well Kōtarō seems to think you have some kind of interest in me.” You force the words to come out casually, keeping your eyes on him. Hinata sputters and chokes on his own words, the way your hand comes down over his doing absolutely nothing to help him compose himself. “There’s no good way to say this, but he was thinking you could, uh well take what you’ve been thinking about, if you want to.”

Taking a deep swallow, he took a short deep breath to clear his mind. “And what do you think?”

Tension dissipates from your body at his question. “I think I would like you to do whatever you want. Touch me, kiss me, anything. Only if you want to.”

His fists clench and unclench again, gears turning in his head as he realizes this was planned. All those stories Bokuto told, the glint in his eyes for the past few weeks, the way you put yourself on display for him all night with that sly little smirk - it was all part of some plan. A little worried voice in the back of his head told him this was too good to be true. But you were offering yourself up to him, angled forward so your tits would pop and watching him so carefully as though he were a scared animal ready to run, and he knew it had to be true.

The timid, apprehensive look he had been sporting slowly drained from his face, replaced with a much more confident and delighted one. His hands moved from his sides to dig into your waist, lifting you up onto the counter behind you.

“Don’t tease me.” He whispers hoarsely, lips ghosting over the pulse of your throat. The loose dress Bokuto had purposefully picked out for you to wear for the evening rode up as Hinata settled his thick body between your welcoming knees.

“I’m not,” you pant, “Kōtarō really wanted this.”

A shuddered sigh comes from his chest as he rests his head against your shoulder, just barely kissing the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. You fidget restlessly, trying to pull his still body closer to no avail.

“Wanna know he wants this.” He says eventually. “I trust you, I just…”

“No, no, I get it.” You say a little too abruptly, fishing around for where your phone was tossed onto the counter. With shaky hands you hurried to click it open, immediately going to your messages, scrolling to the most recent chat with Bokuto where he depicted how much he wanted to see you fucked out on his and Hinata’s cocks in vivid detail. You push the phone into his hand. “You can scroll wherever, he mentioned it before that one’s just… yeah.”

“Oh, wow.” He breathes, glancing through a few other messages from earlier in the week. Gently, he sets the phone down beside you before pulling your hips to the edge of the counter. His lips collide with the base of your throat knocking the air right from you.

You wind your fingers up in his hair as he pressed harsh kisses straight down your front, his rough hands pushing the skirt of your dress up even higher, leaving the tops of your thighs completely exposed. He keeps journeying lower until his cheek is flush to the hem of your panties. When his nose presses up against the slowly growing damp patch leaking his shoulders heave as though to hold himself back.

“And he doesn’t want us to wait up…?”

Truthfully, you didn’t know completely. Bokuto had asked to make some kind of subtle move on Hinata in private, he figured it would be less stressful for the both of you, but he hadn’t said how far to go with him, and you weren’t really sure what he was doing in some other part of the house, and Hinata’s fingers were so hot against your skin…

“No, it’s fine.” You pant, desperation evident in your voice. He doesn’t need much more, hand moving to pull the stretchy fabric you had purposefully worn to the side, his wide tongue darting out to lap up the wetness seeping from you.

With an aching whine, you lean into his touch, massaging his head and bringing him closer to you with every burning second that passes. Not that you had expected him to be inexperienced by any means, but you hadn’t expected him to be so good. He was loud, moaning against your cunt as he buried his tongue inside of you, nose tapping against your pleading clit.

The sound of your breathy whimpers and the loud slurping squelches drowned out the steps coming down the hall or the kitchen door swinging open. Bokuto stood there for a moment with a small smile, admiring how pretty you looked like this, even if he wished it were him, but he couldn’t let the moment pass him by.

“Puppy,” he sighed. The first syllable was enough to make Hinata pop off of you and stumble back to turn around, eyes hazy and drunken of the taste of you. Ignoring the hardened look in Bokuto’s eyes, you pouted sweetly, spreading your legs a little more to let him see your soiled panties.

“Kōtar-”

“You’re being greedy, don’t you think, puppy? Going ahead without me like that.” He imitates you with a fake pout, the look never quite meeting his blazing eyes. You can feel what’s coming and make no more attempt to argue. Hinata is taking in the interaction, still halfway in his own daze. “She’s great, huh, Shōyō? Pretty little pussy and she makes the best noises, especially when she’s crying for your cock.”

Hinata swallows hard, absentmindedly palming over his pants where he’s quickly grown half-hard. “Yeah, she’s, yeah no, uh she’s really great. This is still okay?”

Both of you nod quickly, reassuring him, but you remain silent for now, trying to settle before you know what’s to come.

“Totally okay as long as you’re okay.” Bokuto drops the edge in his tone to carefully watch him for a moment, assessing.

“Completely.” He agrees with a dreamy sigh.

Nodding again, Bokuto approaches the two of you. Refusing to meet his eyes you stare just ahead at the door.

“Oh, don’t look so sad, puppy, you know you’ll get what you want in the end anyway.” He jabs as he scoops you over his shoulder and gives you a gentle pat on the back of your thighs. “Let’s at least go to the living room.”

You glance back at Hinata, mouthing a silent whoops, while Bokuto leads him around the corner. Bokuto plops into the corner of the couch, back propped up by the plush arm, and maneuvering your pliable body to sit comfortably in his lap with your back pulled up flush to his chest. You’re gently pushed forward so he can peel the dress off and unclasp your bra. He’s calm for now, at least on the outside, but you can feel his heart pounding through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Don’t need these anymore,” he hums, latching his fingers in the sides of your underwear and motioning for you to lift your hips to let him slide them off. Hooking his elbows under your knees, he pulls your thighs to your chest, high enough so that he can palm your breasts. Quietly whining, you turn your head away so you don’t have to look directly up at Hinata - not that he’d notice your face with the way your cunt was glistening under the low, soft lights of the room. “Shh,” he directs at you before glancing back up at Hinata, “go ahead, but don’t let her cum.”

With a warm grin he gets on his knees between Bokuto’s spread legs. You almost felt too exposed, all power taken from your hands, splayed open like this. Bokuto slots his chin against your shoulder and presses the softest kiss to your cheek in stark contrast to the way his rough hands are kneading and pinching your sensitive breasts.

Hinata eagerly gets back to it, lavishing your cunt with softer licks than before, making your hips shake as they seek out more friction. While your neediness grows so too does Bokuto’s grip on you.

“So pretty,” he coos, eyes glued to where Hinata was firmly pressed against you. Pride bloomed in his chest at the sight of his teammate sloppily eating out his favorite girl so enthusiastically, appreciating you so much as he should.

It’s impossible for him to not get rock hard with the way you’re grinding down into his lap and the crude, wet sounds and groans vibrating from the back of Hinata’s throat.

“Taste so good.” Hinata grumbles, pulling back and forcing his tense hips to stop rutting into the couch cushion. He feels himself making a mess in his pants, hoping that he isn’t leaking through to your nice furniture, but he can’t quite bring himself to stop either. Both Bokuto and you watch the string - you’re not sure whether it’s his spit or your own wetness - that stays connected between your slit and his puffy, glossy lips.

“Good...good job.” Bokuto sighs. You’re not sure if he’s praising you or Hinata, but you don’t have much time to think too hard about it before he releases your legs and wedges his hands under between himself and you to pull his straining cock from his pants. Mind buzzing, still a little hazy from the feeling of Hinata’s tongue, you grab out from him, pulling on the band of his pants. Truthfully, he’s not quite sure what you’re asking for but he does know how tight his balls are and how inviting your cunt looks.

Just as Bokuto is settling his cock between your ass, Hinata’s pants are slipped off, thrown to the ground. He dips his head down to take one of your breasts into his mouth, moaning around you and pressing in close so his tip catches against your clit. At your whiny cry and keening, Bokuto lets out a low, single chuckle. “Don’t let her have your cock, not all the way. You were being so greedy earlier puppy, I don’t think you deserve it yet.”

Hinata keeps his mouth firmly planted on your chest and reaches down to perfectly slip himself between the top of your folds, acutely aware of Bokuto’s heavy head just barely bumping against the base of his own cock. They’re both so thick and heavy as they rabidly hump against you, Bokuto maneuvering your body for you back and forth across both of them. Everything is warm and wet between Hinata’s mouth on your chest and Bokuto’s lips kissing down the side of your neck.

The tease of release that’s been creeping up on you for so long draws closer and closer. Hinata’s cock is catching so exactly on your swollen clit and Bokuto’s tip keeps threatening to slip past your entrance, slick dripping past your thighs.

“Gonna, ahg, cu-cum!” You manage out, hips already bouncing on their own accord against them.

“Go ahead.” Bokuto says with a shaky breath, squeezing you as tight as he could between his body and Hinata’s. One more roll of their hips has you crashing down, pleasure rolling through your body. All you can feel is warmth and overwhelming satisfaction as you twitch between their arms, creaming across their cocks. “Good girl, good girl…” you faintly hear Bokuto coo into your ear as you slump back against him.

The buzzing, quiet moment is quickly squashed as he hoists you out of his lap and onto all fours. He’s talking to Hinata and you know you should be listening, but your pussy is still throbbing and you’re trying to catch your breath.

“...okay, baby?” You catch the very end of his sentence and blink hard, desperate to refocus.

“W-wait, what? Sorry, I just-”

“It’s okay, puppy,” he rubs a soothing hand down your back, slowly bringing you back to reality. “Need a second?”

You shake your head, the last of the fog slipping away. Before you, you see Hinata, his rigid cock slicked up by you only a few inches from your face. “I’m okay now, can you just say that again?”

“‘Course,” he grins, teasing your entrance, “I said I’m going to take your pretty pussy from back here and Shōyō is going to use your mouth. If you want.”

Wiggling your hips back to meet his and craning your neck up to look at Hinata you give a deft nod.

“I do, I want that.” You sigh.

Trembling with excitement, already so riled up from feeling you cum against him, Hinata shuffles the last bit forward. He’s pretty and much thicker than you had imagined. The tight strain of scattered veins and his heavy balls tell you all you need to know about how pent up he obviously is. Reaching out with palms still a bit shaky, you helped to reel him in the rest of the way with welcoming, parted lips.

You wrapped your fingers tightly around where you couldn’t quite reach, sloppily taking more and more of him with each bob of your head. His salty precum meshed with what was leftover of your own mess, the taste making you moan around his length.

Bokuto was trying to move slower now, recognizing that you were easily slipping, but the way you rocked your body back and forth bumping against his sensitive, reddened tip, he couldn’t hold back much more. Digging his fingers into your hip, he eased the motions of your body, lining himself up, resisting from plowing into you at full force.

“Ready?” He asks, nearly whining. At the sound of his voice, you pull off from Hinata, letting your quickly tiring jaw grow slack.

“Uh-huh.” You barely heave out before wrapping your lips around him again. So sure you can take both at once and not falter, you ramp back up to your original pace, slobbering down his cock, the click of your quick motions echoing around your head. Unfortunately for your ego, you’re dead wrong.

Bokuto wastes no time drilling himself into you, setting a bruising pace straight from the beginning. It’s all you can do to loudly moan around Hinata’s cock, still stuffed in your mouth by the slight pistoning of his hips, the way Bokuto is ramming you forward only forcing him deeper down your throat.

As you gag, sputter, and moan down his length, drool dripping onto the already soiled cushions below, Hinata feels the pressure building and building in his core. Electricity tingles down his limbs, aided by the fucked out look in your pretty eyes. He doesn’t even have to move now with the way Bokuto is railing you against him. He wonders if you realize he’s close when you suck a little tight, cheeks hollowing as you take a little more of him, the hand that had been working his base coming down to lightly hold his swollen balls.

You don’t know. At this point, you’re moving on autopilot, simply trying your best. Your brain doesn’t know where to focus - Hinata filling out your mouth or Bokuto as he purposely alternates between hitting against your spongy spot and deep inside of you. It’s all a mess of spit, sweat, and cum, but you don’t think you’ve felt the rush of pleasure that comes with being used so well by more than one person.

Bokuto doesn’t know how much longer he can last. You’re clamping around, cunt fluttering each time his digs in a little deep or Hinata’s cock twitches against your tongue. He can tell by the scrunched up expression on his friend’s face that he can’t last much longer and he doesn’t blame him. Between fucking against your pussy and being wrapped up in your pretty mouth, no one really could. He’s determined to hold out though, a little spark of competition lighting up his chest. When Bokuto’s strokes suddenly slow you groan again, the vibrations dragging a stuttered moan from Hinata’s pretty lips.

“Gonna, hngh, uh gonna cum.” He sputters out, hips quivering as he tries to hold back from fucking too far back into your throat. At that, Bokuto’s hips speed up again, forcing a little whimpered cry, muffled by the cock in your mouth, from you. Still, you force yourself to focus on Hinata, sucking him dry as soon as the first spurt of cum hits the back of your throat.

He cums fast and hard and a lot. It’s seeping out from your lips, making him messier than he already was until he’s pulling his softening length from your mouth and flopping back against the couch, gently rubbing your arm while he catches his breath. With a heavy grin, Bokuto shoves a hand between your shoulder blades, knocking you into Hinata’s lap. Somewhat in vain, you try to clean him off between the pitchy mewls and cries that you breathe out while Bokuto chases his own release.

In no time, he’s there again, his own pressure built up as high as it could just before he burst inside of you. He fucks himself raw, your tight hole sucking him in, his cum only making it easier to slip in and out of you. Knowing he’ll finish when he’s completely spent, you lie limp in Hinata’s lap and he lazily wraps a hand around the back of your neck, soothing the leftover tension. You recognize Bokuto’s nearly done when his cock stops twitching and his hips slot against yours with some finality just before he slumps over you.

Whining when he slips out, even soft his cock is still a tight squeeze, you fall all the way against the couch, legs giving out at last. He falls back against the back, moving your legs to sit on top of his thighs and massaging them with great care. Completely spent and drifting half-asleep you just barely hear him.

“So,” he starts, head lolling toward Hinata who’s still lightly working his fingers against your upper back, “Dinner next week?”

#bokuto x reader #hinata x reader #bokuto smut #hinata smut #bokuto x you #hinata x you #hq smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu smut #hinata shoyo smut #bokuto kotaro smut #hq x reader

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babybatscreationsv2 · 3 years

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Don't Say no

Marvel | Starker

When Peter goes to visit his brother, Tony, at college he gets a little unexpectedly handsy. Yeah, Peter's into it the problem is that Tony doesn't care one way or the other.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings under the cut

Warnings: romnoncon, incest, slut shaming, dry/painful sex, public sex

"You're so cute, Peter." Tony pressed against him. His voice purred low in his ear.

"What are you doing?" Peter squirmed, but his brother had him pinned against the side of the car. His hand slid up and down his bare thigh.

"I've been waiting to do this forever. You're the prettiest damn thing I've ever seen."

Peter squirmed again, but Tony was stronger than he was. By a lot. He put a lot of effort into being skinny and soft. Guys liked that. "That's gross, Tony. I'm your brother. Let go of me."

Tony laughed. "You know I've caught you before watching me with girls, watching me jack off in the shower."

He could see his own blushing cheeks in the reflection on the window. "I was just... curious. That doesn't mean you can touch me."

Tony's hand slipped between his legs and cupped his crotch, rubbing back and forth. Peter locked his legs in place so he wouldn't spread them without thinking. Maybe he was a little pent up, but that didn't mean he liked his brother touching him. Then he licked his neck and Peter moaned.

"See, you like it."

"People are gonna see," Peter whined.

"Yeah they are. Everyone's gonna see what a little slut you are. So horny you'd let your own brother touch you. Bet you'd let dad touch you, too. That why you dress like this? You want men to touch you?"

Peter bit his lip. That was exactly why. His ass cheeks stuck out the bottom of his shorts and his t-shirt was so thin you could see his nipples through the fabric. It was rare that anyone touched him without asking, but he lived for those moments.

Tony squeezed his cock through his shorts and he whined. Tony chuckled. "You're rubbing your ass against my crotch, you know that? You're making me hard, little brother."

"You- you did this," Peter argued. He pushed away from the car only for Tony to force him back down.

"Are you even wearing anything under these shorts? God you’re such a fucking slut." Tony pulled his shorts to the side and slipped two fingers in. No, he wasn't wearing anything underneath. He liked to feel it when creeps felt him up through his shorts, thank you very much. Creeps like his brother who he came to visit at his dorm. They were supposed to be going out for ice cream when they ended up like this.

His fingers trailed along his taint. He rubbed his hole like it was a clit and Peter moaned like it was, too.

"You trying to get fucked, little brother? That's what's gonna happen if you keep making those noises."

Peter chewed his lip and whined. He wanted it bad. So fucking bad. But he wasn't going to say that. They shouldn't be doing this. Not in the parking lot. Not at all.

"You want me to stick it in right here? Let everyone see you as the slut you are?"

Peter whined, fingers curling against the window. Tony leaned into his ear.

"Get on your knees and get my dick sloppy and I'll give you what you want."

Tony let him go. Peter thought about running for a moment. He really did. Then he thought about how disappointed he would be to miss this opportunity. So he turned on his heel and dropped to his knees. Tony took out his cock and Peter wrapped his mouth around it without hesitation. Tony grabbed his hair and forced him down until he choked.

"Get it sloppy. No swallowing. Gonna fuck you dry. It's what you fucking deserve."

Peter moaned. He took Tony's cock down again, not fighting it as he gagged. He held his mouth open and moved up and down on it, coaxing as much drool to run as he could. Tony pulled him up after a moment and spit ran from his open lips down to his cock. He was so soaked his entire cock gleamed in the sunlight.

Peter turned around and leaned against the car.

"Pull your shorts to the side. Gonna let them get all stained and nasty so you can walk around like a cheap hooker."

Peter did as his brother said. He popped the button for some slack and hooked his fingers around the fabric and pulled it over. Then Tony started to push his cock inside. He was merciless. He pushed in and in and in, stretching him way too much and way too fast. He pushed until his hips met Peter's ass, then he grabbed his hips and started going. He fucked hard and mean like every pained little noise his brother made just made him harder. Maybe it did.

The spit slicked the way at first and helped him get stretched out, but it quickly dried up, leaving Tony pulling at his inside, tearing them. He didn't stop. Peter didn't want him to stop. It hurt and it made him cry but it also made his cock ache. He rocked his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock against the inside of his shorts.

"Stop moving," Tony growled. "If you cum, you cum on my cock. A slut like you doesn't deserve more than that. You're just a fucking cock hole."

Peter moaned. He leaned forward, pushing his ass out more, letting Tony have him. He wanted to cum on his cock and make a mess in his shorts. He also never wanted it to end.

There were almost definitely people watching them from the dorm windows. Maybe they were far enough away that they couldn't see their faces. Maybe some of them would come outside. Maybe he wanted to be seen like this. His brother's moaning cock sleeve.

He chewed his bottom lip to keep himself quiet, but Tony slapped his ass and that was it. Once his mouth was open he couldn't stop. He moaned and whined, surely loud enough to be heard across the parking lot and by anyone with a window open. He looked at Tony's reflection in the dark window.

His eyes were closed and his head tipped back, like he didn't care to look at him. Like he could have been fucking anybody. Like he was just an easy hole. It only took Tony trusting in deep just one more time before Peter came. Without a hand on him his cock still ached and left him wanting more. He felt wet and sticky and gross. Then Tony squeezed his hips and pulled him back on his cock and filled his ass with cum, too.

He fixed Peter's shorts back in place so his hole was covered. Then he pulled him up by his hair. The kiss he placed on his cheek wasn't kind.

"How's it feel to get what you want? You like being a little slut?"

"Feels good," he moaned.

"Good." Tony dropped him and let him fall against the car. "I promised mom I'd take you to the carnival. It'll be funny to watch my cum stain your shorts while we're walking around. Maybe some creepy old men will think you're a prostitute. Bet you'd like fucking them behind the Tilt-A-Whirl."

He left Peter there as he got into the car. For a moment he stood with his hands against the car trying to figure out what just happened. Then he walked around and got into the passenger seat. The front of his shorts were already visibly wet. Wouldn't be long before the back matched.

#marvel #starker #romnon con #au fic #inc*st

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years

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COSMIC - S1:E1; Chapter One, The Vanishing of Will Byers - [Pt. 3 - FINAL]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘖𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

The bell rang, signaling the end of class. The guys and I were quick to pack up our belongings before making a beeline for Mr. Clarke's desk, eager to see if the Heathkit came. All the while Mr. Clarke was reminding the already fleeting class of our homework assignment.

"Remember, finish chapter 12 and answer 12.3 on the difference between an experiment and other forms of science investigation. This will be on the test, which will cover chapters 10 through 12. It will be multiple choice with an essay section." His voice faltered towards the end of his sentence as he realized no one had been paying attention.

His head turned to us and he didn't seem too surprised to see us so eager. Mike couldn't take the wait any longer and spoke up on the behalf of all of us.

"So, did it come?"

Mr. Clarke looked solemn. "Sorry, guys," Our heads began to hang in disappointment at his words. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but... It came!"

My face lit up with relief. We followed Mr. Clarke down the halls in anticipation. Mike got to the door first and eagerly threw it open, the rest of us close on his tail.

"Yes!"

Since Mike was the first through the door, naturally he dove for the desk chair as the rest of us scuttled over each other, each of trying to get a close look at it. Lucas and I seemed to have the same idea as we fiddled with the knobs on the Heathkit as Mr. Clarke addressed the new device we were all so eager to see.

"The Heathkit ham shack," The boys and I were in awe.

"Ain't she a beaut?" Mr. Clarke sighed. Dustin then spoke up. "I bet you could talk to New York on this thing."

"Think bigger." Said Mr. Clarke. I rose my eyebrow and looked to my teacher as I questioned, "California?"

"Bigger." 'No way.'

"Australia?" Mike pressed. We all turned out heads hopefully to Mr. Clarke as he responded with a smile and the shake of his head. We all exclaimed.

"Oh man," Lucas chuckled in excitement. "When Will sees this, he's totally gonna blow his shit." My smile faltered at the mention of Will, as Mr. Clarke scolds Lucas for his foul language. Lucas apologized turning back to the Heathkit, and I shake my head slightly trying to get my mind off of Will.

Lucas seems to have found the right settings on the dials based on the high pitch frequencies coming out of the Heathkit. Mike has the headphones on and begins to speak into the mic in an Australian accent.

"'Ello, this is Mike Wheela', president of Hawkins Middle AV Club."

Dustin then practically ripped the headphones off of Mike's head, a big goofy grin on his face as he placed them on his head. Mike was in a fit of giggles as he spoke. "What are you doing?" Dustin proceeded to do the exact same thing as Mike just moments ago.

"'Ello, this is Dustin, and this is the secretary and treasurer of Hawkins Middle AV Club. Do you eat kangaroos for breakfast?" I giggle, shaking my head thinking about the poor confused soul who is stuck listening to the boys ramble on. As Lucas grabs for the headphones, I turn around so I'm facing Mr. Clarke, and I give a polite, yet warm smile. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome Mr. Henderson," He returned the smile, seeming appreciative of the fact that at least one of us said 'Thank you'. He has always been a great teacher, and I don't think anybody ever really appreciates or even thanks him very much. I can't imagine how frustrating it can be as a teacher. I laugh to myself at the sight of my friends playfully fighting over who gets to use it next, when our fun gets cut short at the sound of a knock on the door. We all turn our heads to see the Principle walk in, a couple of men behind him.

"Sorry to interrupt, but, uh, may I borrow Y/N, Michael, Lucas, and Dustin?" To say my stomach dropped would be an understatement as I got a better look at the men out in the hallway and realized it was the Chief and one of his officers.

My mouth ran dry.

'Will.'

The four of were seated on the couch in the Principal's office, Chief Hopper, and officer Callahan - I believe his name was - seated in chairs opposite us. I was seated between Mike and Dustin, I kept my mouth shut unless told otherwise, and my hands have woven together in my lap, much too afraid to do otherwise. The boys, on the other hand, were freaking out and all trying to speak at once. I tried nudging them warningly with my elbows but they just ignored me. It seemed I had made the right choice in being quiet, as Hopper seemed to have gotten impatient almost immediately.

"Okay, okay, okay. One at a time all right? You." He points Mike. Mike shakes his head. "You said he takes what?"

"Mirkwood."

"Mirkwood." His face scrunched up in confusion.

"Yes," I croaked involuntarily, wanting to explain to him that it is just our name for road.

"Have you ever heard of Mirkwood?" He turned to the officer.

"I have not. That sounds made up to me." The officer replied. This timid, awkward man gave me the impression he was more of a 'Yes-man' and knew nothing about what he was doing.

"No, it's from Lord of the Rings."

'Oh, here we go.' I think to myself, sighing.

"Well, The Hobbit."

Mike and I look at each other, knowing what's happening.

"It doesn't matter." Lucas retorted.

"Knock it off!" I warn, trying my best to throw my whisper across the couch without drawing attention to myself.

"He asked!" Dustin nearly shouted.

"Guys!" I hissed.

"'He asked'" Lucas mimicking Dustin, not even listening to me.

I looked over at Mike for help but he is already checked out.

They continue talking over each other in a childish manner and the chief leans forward trying to silence them.

"Hey, hey, hey!" They quieted down finally. "What'd I just say? One at a damn time. You." He nodded to me. He seemed to tolerate just Mike and me.

"Mirkwood, as Mike was saying. It is a real road. It's just the name that's made up, it's what we call it. It's where Cornwallis and Kerley meet." I finish.

He seems satisfied, finally having a straightforward answer. He leans back in his chair, talking now to Callahan.

"Yeah, all right, I think I know that—"

"We can show you, if you want." Mike offered hopefully, cutting the chief off mid-sentence.

"I said that I know it!"

"We can help look."

"Yeah" Dustin added hopefully.

"No."

And just like that, the boys begin to talk over each other once again. Knowing better than to waste my breath trying to shut them up, I sit back once again, hands in my lap waiting for the Chief to continue.

"No," He says loud enough to quiet the boys. "After school, you are to all go home. Immediately. That means no biking around looking for your friend, no investigating, no nonsense. This isn't some Lord of the Rings book."

"The Hobbit."

"Shut up!" Lucas gave Dustin a swat on the arm.

Dustin reached over and hit Lucas back, knocking me and Mike back in the process. I roll my eyes in annoyance, and fight every urge I have not to shout at them.

"Hey!"

Mike finally snaps. "Stop it!"

They continue hitting each other and Hopper finally leans over and says quietly, in an irritated tone. "Do I make myself clear?"

I was the only one paying attention so based on his tired, lowered voice and his eyes on me, I could tell he was just talking to me at this point.

I shook my head. "Yes," I mutter.

He nodded his head at me in thanks. All the while, the boys were still bickering. Hopper's gaze landed on the boys, and he stood up and walked forward towards us. The way his tall frame towered over us was overwhelming, and enough to shut the boys up. In a deep, intimidating voice, he repeated his words, slowly.

"Do I make myself... clear?" The boys nod their heads in fear, their necks craning up to meet his eyes.

"Yes, sir."

"Yeah."

"Yes."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

I've been laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling for about thirty minutes, give or take a few. I had managed to do all of my school work, including my project that wasn't due for another week and a half, read three books — granted, they were fairly short — and I was still left with nothing to do but worry about Will. The fact that I'm not allowed to help is driving me crazy, even though I keep trying to tell myself the adults are better equipped to deal with this stuff. My thoughts are interrupted by the crackling of the walkie-talkie that was sitting on my dresser. Since our mom couldn't afford two walkie-talkies, Dustin and I share one. I usually have it though so I can talk to Will.

The voice coming through sounded like Mike. Rather than getting my hopes up I just decided to stay put, staring at my ceiling, listening in.

"Lucas, do you copy? It's Mike. Lucas? Over."

"Hey, it's Lucas."

"I know it's you. And say 'over' when you're done talking so I know when you're done. Over." I roll my eyes and smile.

"I'm done. Over." I chuckle at this.

"I'm worried about Will. Over." My smile quickly falls.

I can hear Lucas sigh. "Yeah. This is crazy. Over."

"I was thinking..." Now I was really paying attention. "Will could've cast Protection last night, but he didn't. He cast fireball. Over." I sat up slowly, my eyebrows furrowed at the walkie.

"What's your point? Over."

"My point is... he could've played it safe, but he didn't. He put himself in danger to help the party. Over." A bittersweet smile flutters across my face briefly at this.

"Meet me in ten. Over and out."

'To hell with adults.' I tell myself. I leap off my bed and grab the walkie, knowing they'll still be able to hear me.

"Forgetting someone? Over."

"Y/n? Over." It was Mike.

"Don't worry, I'll let Dustin know. Over and out."

I retract the walkie before shoving it into my bag and heading for Dustin's room.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Once I had caught Dustin up on everything, the four of us had met up and we are now currently riding down Mirkwood. The thought of my best friend disappearing right here, exactly 24 hours ago was enough to give me chills.

"Ah, man. This is it." Lucas broke the silence as we approached the barrier closing off the path where his bike was supposedly found. We all came to a stop.

For a brief moment, the woods were lit up by lighting in the distance as thunder bellowed across the sky. Dustin looked up at the blanket of clouds above the trees, his voice shaking.

"Hey, guys. You feel that?" He was obviously referring to the rain that fell on his face. I roll my eyes. "I think maybe we should go back."

"No!" Mike and I said simultaneously.

"We're not going back. Just stay close." Mike and Lucas continued on into woods. I was eager to follow them but not without trying to reassure my brother.

"Dustin, he's right. Look, I know you're scared right now, okay? I'm scared too, but can you even imagine how scared Will must be? We have to do this. For Will." I didn't wait for a reply and ran to catch up with Mike and Lucas.

Knowing my brother, he would rather stay in a group than split up. Sure enough, he gave in.

"Hey, guys, wait up!" He said, dropping his bike. "Wait up!"

We started walking again, and as we did it I could feel the rain start to soak my neck and shoulders. I pulled my hood up over my head, turning on my flashlight and set off into the night, eager to find my friend.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The thunder rumbled, and as we ventured deeper into the forest I could feel the light drizzle of rain evolving into a steady downpour.

"WILL!"

"WILL!" I cried.

"Byers!" Lucas yelled.

Dustin tried a different approach. "I've got your X-Men 134!"

Our flashlights were hardly making a difference at this point. Dustin spoke up again. "Guys, I really think we should turn back."

"Seriously, Dustin?" Lucas exclaimed. "You wanna be a baby, then go home already!"

"I'm just being realistic Lucas!"

"No, you're just being a big sissy."

"Did you ever think Will went missing because he ran into something bad? And we're going to the exact same spot where he was last seen? And we have no weapons or anything?"

I start to slow down once I heard something in the bushes.

"Dustin, shut up." Mike spoke up.

'Okay, thankfully, Mike must have heard it too.'

"I'm just saying, does that seem smart to you?"

"Dustin!" I snap. "Zip it!"

Now the rustling was loud and clear.

"Did you guys hear that?" Mike asks.

I just shake my head, looking around for the source of the noise. The rustling is louder than ever and we all turn in the direction it came from. All our flashlights pointed in that direction. Then we heard it again. It was right behind us. We whipped around to find a girl, with a buzz cut, wearing nothing but 'Benny's Burgers' tee t-shirt. We all stood there, mouths agape at this girl, shivering and cowering in fear.

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serede986 · 3 years

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(HC) Self Harm - Jumin, 707 and Saeran(GE)

TW⚠️

Thank you so much for the request @qlassicc . Tho I'm so sorry I took 5 months to complete this, that was way too rude of me, I'm really sorry. I hope this completes what you asked for. Please feel free to demand a rewrite.

TW⚠️ Self Harm, mentioned abuse, assault.

Jumin

It's finally time, huh? What did we even do to you bitch? Taking our Jumin away for your selfish needs.

What do you hate? Height? Why don't I try and push you down the building?

You tried, breathing heavy and tears. Clutching your chest you fell to your knees, sobbing, trying to get some amount of oxygen in your system.

This was not the first time someone's comment hurt you, but it was getting worse and worse.

Sometimes it's them, or sometimes those high class wives, trying to bring you down, excusing their behaviour by putting up any petty excuse.

Jumin could suspect your growing anxiousness. Knowing how closely he observes you, you are certain he already knows.

But, I'm hurting him..

Rattled by the small voice in your head, your fingers snacked through your hair, pulling it so roughly. Your sobs were now screams.

It's hard, isn't it?

Looking up, you could spot a pink string. Elizabeth's leash. It was blurry, but enough for you to walk up there and grab it. Wrapping it tight around your wrist, you could see your hand slowly turning purple.

"MC? Dar' where are you?" You heard your husband call out your name, walking towards the room you were in.

Quickly wiping your eyes you hid your hand behind your back, smiling, trying to look as normal as possible.

Washroom is emp-

"Hello love- what's wrong?" Voice laced with concern, Jumin narrowed his eyes at you. Standing in front of you.

"Elizabeth's leash, can I have it MC?"

Leash that partly hung down was visible after your skirt ended below your knees.

Breath hitched in your throat.

You nodded, not really having the courage to speak, afraid you would burst out crying.

Suddenly, he grabbed your hands from your back. You hissed, feeling his finger touch your wrist.

His eyes spoke of shock, welled with tears. A sob escaped you.

He gently unwrapped the leash, staring down at your hand, his tears falling on the purple.

"I... Won't ask why.. seven told me about those comments, and I was aware of those ladies and I still couldn't do-"

"Jumin.. p-please don't leave.."

"I won't MC, we'll go through this together. "

"Mhmm.. " resting your head on his chest, you feel his hand softly caressing your head, pecking.

707

I'm 50, is it okay with you sweetheart

-No, I have a husband.

You have a husband? Why don't we leave that douchebag and escape to the Maldives.

-No. I love my husband, there's no way I'd leave him for a creep like you.

Oh c'mon darling, don't be so sour now. How much do you want? 5000?

-It's not about money.

Oh! Perfect then! Why don't we start with some nudes then?

*picture*

Oh my goodness- stop it.

This was the third time you blocked this guy but again he made a fake account to contact you.

Afraid as you were, you wanted to contact Seven, but didn't really know how or if he would even trust you. It's been going on for months now.

Flashbacks of when you were 16 started to creep into your mind. How you were so much into partying and how you somehow let so many creeps in your life, how it was so difficult to get out of the phase, how it was so difficult to be safe.

But.. Why is it happening again?

Your breath starts constructing in your throat it's so tight. Why would this happen again

Ugggghhhhdjjxjsmxjwkd

Breathing out, you looked down at your legs. Tho light, but those scars were still visible.

Taking the blade out of the first aid box, you close your eyes,piercing your skin. You let out hiss immediately followed by a sigh of relief.

Placing the blade on other leg-

"NO! MC!"

His hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling your grip from the blade.

"Stop this please stop this! you know how important you are to me, right? t-then why are you doing this? MC please tell me what's going on?" He exclaimed, throwing the blade somewhere in the room.

He cradled you in his arms, rocking back and forth trying to calm you down. You told him in between cries of panic and pain.

"Shhh.. it's okay MC." He muttered out phrases that caressed love and worry. As your story completed, those creeps in your high school, how you unintentionally got older men's attention, how similar stuff started to appear on your insta handle, how you were threatened, you stopped hearing any voice from Saeyoung.

Looking up, you could see all the usual shine in his eyes, vanished.

"Sae.. hey.."

His eyes met yours, meeting you in a soft kiss. Breaking from the kiss, he muttered "I said this in our vows, and I'll say this again, I'll always protect you, and you'll never hear from any creep ever again."

You gasped lightly, then nuzzled your head on his shoulder. You could feel him move from giggles and laughter, as he slowly saw the creep suffer through his computer screen.

Saeran

You are such a disgrace to our family! What a worthless daughter, huh?

You were sitting there on the floor, legs covered with fresh and old, cuts, and scars older than ten years, slapping you on your run from your home.

Memories of how your family set up random people to sleep with you, and marry you at the young age of 14, started to creep into your mind since the last few days.

Your eyes burned, dry, as you tried to close them.

How tough it is for you, huh? You just have to marry that man. Why don't you just accept your fate and live with it?

MC.. you're a lady, it is your destiny to live with a man and serve him. If you get beaten up, you deserve it.

But that man is 20 year older than me..

Do not talk back.

You let out a scream, grabbing your hair, pulling it with as much force as possible.

Your sister with whom you lost contact was on a call with you, informing you of her pregnancy with a girl. You started to get scared remembering how your childhood was ruined, how you, a girl, was treated in your household. Not only you but your sister too and how you escaped that home or hell to term it otherwise.

Your anxiety started to take over you, another victim of your family's beliefs. Another young life on the verge of being ruined.

Can this not happen anymore?

You ran away, and your fiance will leave you soon too. Let him realise what a worthless brat you are.

You wanted money, didn't you? Soon he'll realise you're a gold dig-

"NO I AM NOT!" You yelled into the phone, immediately throwing the phone at the nearest wall, shattering. Tiny glass pieces hit you back, piercing your skin.

Startled, you heard the rattle of the door knob, trying to push in.

"Saer-" your breath hitched in your throat, trying to call him. "I'm a bit busy Sae, I'll be out in a while.." you called out to him, nervous as you didn't hear any response from him.

The door turned open, he looked at you. You knew he was shocked, but he didn't really let it get to his face, knowing how much you needed him now, no matter how much you denied him.

Walking out, he soon came back with first aid box, sitting down in front of you, covering any bruises and scratches on your skin.

"I'm sorry Saeran.."

Your nervousness grew, receiving no response from him. Was he disappointed in you?

"... You're not worthless MC. You're everything to me, I.. cannot even try to imagine my life without you, you're that important to me. Please don't do this, not anymore MC, please?" You looked up into his eyes, tears damp on his cheeks.

You nodded looking down on your knees, ashamed.

"A-and don't be ashamed either. I have a surprise for you. Last week, Jaehee noona taught me how to make ice cream, and I made chocolate."

You looked up at him with a gasp, what a sweet surprise!

A few days later you started going to the counselling sessions with Saeran, seeking help together. Your sister was rescued by Saeyoung and Jumin, receiving help and support from different psychiatrist, and support for her child from the government.

Help is always available. Here is a post that mentions helplines that can be useful. My dms and asks are always open.

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 2 years

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spider man

Hahaha! Receiving an ask that just says Spider-man was the best thing to happen to me all day. Hahaha!

But to answer the questions, yes? Sort of? I wrote a fic where Peter ended up webbed to a wall and had to call Tony for assistance. Only Tony ends up webbed to the wall as well and then Rhodey has to some save both of them.

A Sticky Situation Published 08/30/2019

Part 20 of the Tony Stark is a Good Mentor series

No Archive Warnings Apply || Rated G || Word Count 3780 || Peter Parker, Tony Stark, James 'Rhodey' Rhodes, and May Parker

[Keep in mind this is an old fic and I was just starting to learn how to write well. Therefore not as- well written(?) as my newer work.]

Summary: Using new web-fluid before it's tested may not have been Peter's best choice but it had seemed like a good idea at the time... Right up until he ended up webbing himself to a wall. In comes Tony Stark to the rescue...except it's not that easy and he ends up a bit stranded himself. ...that leaves it to Rhodey to save the day but not until he gives Tony a really hard time about it.

[Excerpt Below the Cut]

Peter swung from building to building chasing after the largest of the men who had just robbed the bank at the corner of Main and 76th. He started off by trying to wrangle them together but it quickly got out of control and he ended up having to zero in on the leader of the crew while his AI tracked and reported the location of the others to the police. All of this would have been thrilling and exhilarating had he not just spent the last two hours trying to make the perfect hammock between the two tallest buildings in the city. As such his web fluid was running dangerously low.

At some point, in order to reserve supplies, he resorted to hopping from vehicle to vehicle in traffic trying to catch up with the car the criminal had stolen. Then just when he thought all hope was lost and he was starting to get frustrated the man swerved into an alley and dove out of the car. Still in pursuit, Peter went back to using his webs so that he didn't lose track of the man in the dark twisted alleyways but soon regretted every decision he'd made that evening. With a flick of his right web-shooter came...nothing. Same with the left and he was suddenly out of options. "Ah, come on!", he shouted in frustration as he willed one more web to come flying from his wrist but it didn't happen. All he seemed to have done was to gain the attention of the man he'd been chasing as well as several other men who had seemingly been waiting for them.

"Looks like your arsenal's run dry Bug-Boy.", the biggest of the men said with a smug look on his face.

It was right about then that Peter remembered he had a couple 'experiment' vials of a new web formula in his belt. It was meant to be tested in the lab the next day but feeling cornered and decidedly out of any other ideas Peter attempted to draw their attention away from what he was about to do, in the best way he knew how. With his mouth. "Actually. Spiders aren't technically bugs. They're arachnids. Eight legs and all that. I think I learned that in fourth grade but I can see how someone with so little--"

"--Shut your mouth boy! Or I swear to God I'm going to yank that mask right off your face and shove it in there to shut you up myself", another threatened just as Peter was getting the old cartridges discharged and was beginning to insert the new ones. "Why do you wear a mask anyway? Some kind of fashion statement?"

By the time the man had issued his question Peter was ready to web all five men up and had the perfect movie quote response in mind. "Oh no. It's just that they're terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.", he shouted with glee as he webbed each one of them to the wall. As he took off out of one alley and into another to make his quick exit the new fluid seemed to jam up in his web-shooters. "Not now, not now, not now...", he started chanting as he switched from swinging to running while furiously snapping his wrist together in a wild attempt to get mechanics working again. When that failed he found a quiet spot to between two buildings to attempt to unjam them. Then it happened. The second he stuck the small screwdriver he carried with him the appropriate place to dislodge the useless and stubbornly attached vial it exploded sending strings of web everywhere, the force knocking him into a wall.

While he was trying to decide what had gone wrong that would cause that much force to come from such small canister he realized something very important. Something like the fact that he was solidly plastered to the wall behind him. In his own webs. The entire predicament seemed preposterous because since when do spiders get stuck in their own webs? 'Since you're not really a spider', he thought begrudgingly to himself as he tried to come up with a solution. His usual webs dissolved completely after about two hours but he had no idea how this concoction was going to work. "Karen? Any ideas on how I can get out of this?", he asked his AI in defeat. He knew full well what the answer was going to be.

"I do not. However, based on my calculations I believe you can expect the webs to have dissolved enough for your enhanced strength to break through them in approximately ninety minutes."

"Yeah. That's what I thought. What time is it now?"

"It is currently eleven-thirty-two. Being that it's a Tuesday night, your curfew is set for midnight."

"Great. Just great. How am I supposed to get home by midnight?", he grumbled to himself more than anything else but the AI responded all the same.

"Tony Stark keeps a supply of your web dissolving in his lab. Would you like for me to initiate contact?"

Giving it some thought, he finally decided that Tony laughing at him would be way less offensive than May yelling at him for climbing in through his window after one in the morning. "Fine. Call Mr. Stark."

It was a matter of seconds before Tony's face was overtaking the corner of Peter's HUD. "Hey, uh, Mr. Stark. What's up?", he asked in an attempt to sound casual.

Squinting his eyes and obviously scanning Peter's vitals, Tony frowned. "What's up? That's it? That's why you called?", he asked suspiciously because the kid's vitals seemed fine other than a slightly elevated heart rate. "I mean don't get me wrong I love it when you call me just to chat. I'm just not used to you doing that while you're out on patrol."

Trying to smile, Peter laughed lightly. "I uh, I may be in a bit of a situation.", he admitted calmly but when Tony's eyes went from confused to concerned he felt the need to clarify quickly. "I mean, I'm not hurt or anything like that. I'm fine. Just, well... stuck."

"Stuck.", Tony replied in a tone that was somewhere between a question and a statement. "Stuck how?"

Blushing slightly, Peter's already forced smile faltered a bit. "Well, Mr. Stark, you know that new web fluid I wanted us to test tomorrow?"

At this point, Tony already had a vague idea of where this was going on and groaned. "Please tell me you didn't web yourself to a wall."

"I didn't web myself to a wall?"

"Are you asking me or telling me, kid?", Tony replied with an exasperated laugh, already pinpointing the boy's location and grabbing a few bottles of the web dissolvent they used from time to time in the lab. "I'll be there in twenty. Hang in there."

Sighing heavily, Peter ended the call and began to pray that no one happened down the small alley he was in. That was not an image he wanted to see trending on any social media site. 'Spider-man Caught in His Own Webs' sounded like a horrible headline to have to deal with. As he dangled there awaiting rescue his mind provided several more, less than ideal headlines that could stem from this mishap. Then, after what felt like a very long time he looked to see how many minutes had passed only to groan in response. It had only been seven minutes. Seven very long minutes that were leaving him feeling restless and increasingly claustrophobic.

By the time, Tony arrived Peter's heart rate had increased significantly as he wiggled his fingers and tried to remind himself that this was temporary. He would be free in moments. "Hey, kid. How's it hangin'?", Tony teased as he lifted the faceplate to reveal his trademark smirk. However, that only lasted for so long before he realized that Peter was on the very brink of losing his mind. "You're alright. I've got you. Calm down."

[Continue Reading on AO3]

#asked and answered #marvel imagines #prompt?#peter parker #tony stark #irondad and spiderson #james rhodes #may parker #web-shooter malfuctions #stuck peter parker

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cherryblossomtease · 3 years

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Chapter 14

18 + only

warnings and summary - Masterlist

Warnings: 18+only for explicit sexual content: depictions of sub/dom lifestyle and m/m sexual relationship. If it’s not your thing please keep scrolling. Thank you!

Authors notes: Have I mentioned how confused I was when I first discovered WinterBaron, not because of some boring silly ideas that these men aren't in love, because of course they are. But because everyone apparently thought felt Bucky would be the dominant one? I mean of course to each their own, if that's what gets you there, no shame! But have you ever looked into Helmut Zemo's eyes? Half way through episode three of FATWS (strut to the helicopter anyone?) and I was all "yes daddy" That man is not to be taken lightly. Bucky however is soft and sweet and wants to be held; after you teach him a lesson of course... All that aside I promise I'm working on the conclusion to this story with --shocker-- yet another chapter already brewing. I swear I thought this was over but it looks like I've gotten a taste of their love and I'm not letting go any time soon. I've grown very attached to this trio and I won't be saying goodbye quite yet, segue into saying hi to my new followers! Love you and thanks for taking the time to read! I really do appreciate it. Now, like I said, don't read this trash in public, it ain't proper *wink*

Sorry that I had to edit so much for tumblr reasons lol

At first you hadn’t been sure it was going to be this way again. Zemo seemed so gentle and different which you didn’t mind, but the second he looked at you from the water, you knew and you were so glad for it. You would be his no matter what, but you did so love it when he made you beg.

After drying off and tossing on his cream button down, not bothering with said buttons thank the stars, Zemo started to lead the way through the lounge towards the dinner table but stopped and turned to look at you both with a little smile hinting at his dark intentions.

“What is it?” Bucky asked. He’d taken his wet things off and was in nothing but a towel waiting on Oeznik to bring up dry clothes. Both you and Zemo kept looking him over.

“I was gone for a year James. I’m well aware of how it was between you two.” Zemo says with a dismissive snicker.

Bucky steps back squaring his shoulders ready to defend himself. No one is hiding anything, but of course there is always the worry that feelings have changed now that Zemo is out.

The Baron holds up a hand laughing a little as he shakes his head. “No, I’m not mad, I’m happy you had one another, it is— exactly what I wanted.” Zemo assures you both and Bucky exhales. Zemo looks at you. “I would assume it was different from what we had?”

“Yes, sometimes similar but never the exact same” You answer honestly.

He nods glancing at Bucky sizing him up.

He knows this man could never stand dominating you the way he does, he’s not the sort. Bucky is a physical force of nature, but that’s just it. He's the sort who takes commands not gives them. Still it seems Zemo wants to be sure so he looks at you again. “If this is more to your liking, or if your wants have changed, please. You know I will never force you to do anything. People’s taste change and maybe yours have as well. This life can lose its appeal over time.”

You stop him by stepping forward and take his hand while looking into his eyes and smile sweetly. Slowly, so that he may see just how much you want this, you go down onto your knees, lift his hand, part your lips and suck his thumb into your mouth. The familiar way his fingers cradle your chin make you moan a little as you think about having another part of him. You look up knowing how you must look from this position and Zemo’s jaw muscles flex as he comes closer gazing down on you. His fingers press into your face and when you swirl your tongue around his thumb he shuts his eyes for just a few seconds with a deep sigh at the feel of being reunited with you in this way.

The weight of his other hand on your head tells you to stop and he pulls his thumb free, the wet finger stroking your cheek as he stares down at you, so pleased and relieved to know that you’re still committed to be being his so completely.

“You will need new rules” He says faintly. His voice is tight and you know he wants you here and now, though you can’t see his face anymore because your head is bowed to the man you belong to. The man you obey.

“Yes Baron.” You say, your wide smile hidden from both of them.

“James?” He says stepping away from you, his fingers lingering just a second longer. “I know you enjoyed our times together with her, but…”

“I have to say yes or else it can’t happen.” Bucky finishes for him.

“Exactly.”

“Do I have to get on my knees right now?”

Zemo laughs. “No, not right now. But you will have to learn to listen if this is what you want.”

You want to look so badly. Bucky is going to struggle with it at first. “Yeah well, it’s not like you have’t told me what to do before.” His snark is playful but you know Zemo won’t like it.

“James.”

“I’m kidding.”

“And I’m serious.”

“I know,” He says letting the jokes fade. “And I actually appreciate it. I’m just. Well, it’s new. Maybe I’m a little nervous.” He admits quietly and its so cute you smile wanting to hug him, but Zemo has it covered.

You hear his smile as he speaks and imagine the way he must be standing close, brown eyes gazing into blue. “That's perfectly natural. But you don’t need to fear me, just obey me and everything will be fine.”

“And if I don’t?”

“You’ll find out.”

“What if it’s too much.”

“You already know, I will never go beyond what you can handle. That’s why I need to know now James. Yes— or no.”

Their voices are so low, they are just above a whisper. When you glance up you feel your heart flutter at the sight of Bucky in his arms just as you’d imagined, Zemo waiting patiently, Bucky already looking so soft under his gaze.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes” He says with confidence. You look back down and hear the muffled sound of their colliding kiss.

Now what is it they always say? Rules are meant to be broken? You certainly had fun testing the limits at the start of your relationship with Zemo. Well, the Baron must really love a challenge because it seems you and Bucky are cut from the same cloth. Two little shit starters who like to push the limits.

No sooner had Zemo laid out the rules and quite clearly over a lovely plate of hors d’oeuvres and a newly opened bottle of vintage red at the dinner table did Bucky get himself in trouble.

Maybe it's because you only have two rules aboard the ship, but you thought they were fairly simple to follow to be honest.

Never say no to the Baron —safe word, colors and song being the only exception and, don’t fuck James without Helmut’s permission. Simple, somewhat annoying, but that was part of the fun.

And for Bucky;

Rule one; Never question what I do to her.

Rule two; Never say no to me— safe words, colors and song being the only exception

Rule three; Do not fuck her unless I say that you may.

Rule four: Do not come without my permission

He’d said them while pacing calmly behind Bucky who was sitting at the table acting a little too nonchalant about it all.

Zemo could sense his nervous bravado and leaned over Bucky sliding his hand into that thick head of hair, slowly pulling the soldier’s head back. “Shall we see how good you are at following the rules?” He’d hissed in his ear.

You’d watched feeling your own body tense. Please dear god Bucky break at least one you thought hiding your grin.

Of course he broken a rule. How could he not, it was all too tempting. The sad thing is you’re not sure if he really meant to.

It was over dinner— desert actually.

Chocolate mousse, your favorite which the Baron knew. He loves to toy with you, and always has, making you do little things before you’re allowed to indulge. Not out of any need to deny you food, it wasn’t the food, it was the control and your lack of it. He’ll probably do the same with the tv or books whatever it is you want you’ll have to earn it playing his little games.

Tonight to ease back into the life you’d both been forced to set aside, he’d made you sit on your hands like a shamed school girl until he and Bucky had finished their desert first.

Bucky however thought this was a little unnecessarily sexist and cruel and said as much which broke rule number one. Never question what I do to her.

“Oh come on, don’t be an ass” He’d grumbled spooning another bite into his mouth while you sat peeking up though your head stayed down. He will pay for that, you thought feeling the warm breeze stir as the yacht pressed on towards the setting sun.

Helmut said nothing. In fact, he sat in silence just waiting, letting Bucky finish. When he was all done, Zemo smiled. “Good?” He asks.

Finally you think. Let it start.

“The mousse?”

He nods.

“Yeah, great actually.”

“Good. Why don’t you go and feed it to her.” He says “Since you're so concerned.”

Bucky glances at you sitting there waiting patiently, trying to ignore the throbbing between your legs. “All right?”

He gets up, rounds the table and grabs a chair.

“No. On your knees.” Comes the voice of authority.

Bucky pauses, but he does in fact let go of the chair, turns yours around with you in it and gets down in front of you. You glance up at him and he gives you a quick smile.

Opening your mouth you let him spoon the first bite in and it tastes even better than you’d expected.

“Open your legs.” Helmut tells you. Of course you do. “Pull the suit away and look at her.” He says to Bucky.

You see Bucky hesitate, but he does and the air brushes your exposed skin. You take a deep breath in knowing they both see the way you pulse under their lustful gaze. “Do you see how wet this makes her?” Helmut asks, his voice is low.

Bucky’s pupils dilate, his fingers grip your thigh. “Yes.”

“Look at her and remember that this is what she likes, what she wants, what she has been waiting to have. Stop trying to save a woman who doesn’t want to be saved James.”

You watch his eyes and see him wrestling with the truth of that lovely slick and sticky sweetness that you know he wants to touch. This had been exclusively his for a year. He knows exactly what it feels like to dip his fingers in; what it tastes like, what it smells like and how it feels when he bottoms out inside of you and you say his name, not his silly nickname. His real name. Now he knows that he will have to wait until another man tells him when he can have that again-- and that you like it.

When he exhales slowly, daring to run his thumb across your now throbbing clit, you know that he likes it too.

“Finish.”

Bucky glances up at you one last time and sees how you’re trying not to make a sound. He lets go and the bathing suit covers you again. You relax and slowly open your mouth, hoping he does truly understand. You still love him. You’re still his as much as you are Zemo’s but you were Zemo’s first. You will always be Zemo's and you will always play by his rules.

Bucky tips the cool spoon into your mouth and you pull the chocolate from the silver.

“Did you like it?” Helmut asks.

You open your eyes and nod.

“Answer me.”

“Yes Barron.” You say around the bite.

He comes up behind Bucky and smooths his hand over the mans head, and down along the back of his neck gripping. He holds him as leans down to speak in his ear. “I know it’s your first time, so I will make allowances tonight, and tonight only. But I can not have you pushing back, thinking you can break rules when we’ve not even started, yes?”

You’re practically on the edge of your seat wondering what he’ll say. He’s still looking at you and for a second you think it might be too much for him.

“Yes.” He says quietly.

“Yes, what?” Helmut asks moving around to his side.

Bucky looks up, and you see it, the moment he looks into Helmut’s soft brown eyes which are no more than a lure to draw his willing victims in and says, “Yes Baron.”

“Good.” He knows now and so do you. Bucky is truly his. Helmut savors this as much as you did that spoon fed chocolate. You can see the hairs on his arms rise with a chill and his eyelids lower as he stares at this man you’re sure he’s spent as much time thinking of as he has you, possibly more. “Go downstairs to our bedroom.” He tells Bucky who seems surprisingly meek when Helmut hold his face this way; clutched tight in his grasp like an angry headmaster “Strip down to your underwear, place your hands behind your back, and wait in the center of the room.”

Zemo’s eyes scan the striking face of the soldier he once controlled against his will, so happy to know that this time he’s given himself to the Baron of his own volition.

You don’t look at him when you are led into the room, you keep your head down and let Zemo guide you straight to the bed where he sits you down and turns his attention to the man waiting.

Only then do you dare to peek over at Bucky still standing like a silent guard. He’s got his hands behind his back and has undressed, just as he was told to do. You can see that his cock is as hard as stone beneath his black boxer briefs; and with him unable to do anything about it.

All you can do is smile. After Zemo is done with him you’re sure he’ll learn his lesson, or exactly how to break the rules again and again.

Looking from one pet to the other, Zemo gives a little sigh. It’s the sound of man spoiled by too many toys. “Come here.” He says.

Obediently, Bucky walks over, the look on his face somewhat serious but it’s clear his defenses are all but forgotten.

“Have you decided how this will play out yet?” Zemo asks once he’s standing in front of you both. Bucky looks Zemo over and for a split second you remember that he could easily overpower the Baron and you worry, but when he lowers his head and drops his shoulders, nodding just a little you smile remembering that he did not come here for that. You saw the way his heart broke when they took Zemo off to prison. You saw the way he smiled when he didn’t know you where looking as he held his phone and stared down at that text, it was the same way he looked at Zemo when he first showed his face this morning and you saw that beautiful kiss between them. He’s all in. He wants to belong to the Baron just as you do.

“I’m sorry.” He says quietly and Zemo smiles.

“Thank you for the apology. But you broke a rule James. That can not go unpunished.”

Bucky glances up looking slightly worried.

“There is a way to go about this so that you will learn.” Zemo says smiling down at the high peak of Bucky’s underwear. “Your impatient cock will have to wait. Blame your eager mouth,” He shrugs causally “You see, if you insist on opening it, you will learn to do so for a good reason instead of breaking my rules,” He says and quickly grabs Bucky's throat surpassing him as he leans in just an inch. “Tonight James, you will learn your lesson on your knees, beneath me where you belong. Kneel.”

“What is your safe word?” Zemo asks looking down into Bucky’s wide blue eyes.

“Streusel.”

Zemo nods and takes Bucky’s face in hand holding his chin, their eyes fixed on one another. “And what are the colors?”

“Green is go, yellow is slow down and red is stop.”

“And if you can’t speak?”

“I— hum Penny’s from heaven.” He says it feeling silly but knows he might need it tonight.

Stroking his face with the side of his index finger while loosening his shorts with the other, the Baron sighs. “You know that I care for you very much?” He asks slipping his hand beneath the waistband.

“I do.” Bucky says and the way he looks at the Baron shows that he feels the same.

“You know that I care for you both. That is why this works. That is the only way that any of this works. Without it and without the trust this ends.”

“I understand.” Bucky answers softly and turns his face just a little to let his lips brush Zemo’s palm with a kiss.

Helmut’s eyes flit shut with the delicate display of intimacy. His fingers massage Bucky’s temple inching up into his hair and for a moment he just lets the affection between them be enough.

“Good.” He finally answers, his voice low and bends to kiss Bucky’s forehead. When he stands again, the warmth has drained from his touch and his eyes. “Now, open your mouth."

Bucky’s shoulder is hot beneath your ear as you lean against him. You can’t reach wide enough to hold him in your arms but you try. The sound of him choking makes you shut you eyes focusing on the shared experience of knowing what it’s like to try and swallow the relentless thrusting of that damned cock and you moan softly in harmony with him. You lift your gaze, thrilled by the sight of his shining black hand veined in gold, braced against Zemo’s flexed thigh.

The pumping into his mouth slows letting him breathe some and you watch wanting to see the way his cheeks hollow when he slides his mouth back and forth.

His closed eyes open, looking up, wanting approval. Helmut gives it by closing his own hands to fists in Bucky’s hair. He shoves in slowly, going as deep as Bucky will take him in, fucking his throat until you hear the faint sound of gagging and a strangled attempt to hum his song. The notes are ragged and you worry Zemo won’t hear. You lay your hand on the Baron’s stomach tapping.

Ever the trustful dominant, Zemo stops and pulls his shining, solid member free, breathing hard, a little sad that he has to, but never one to cross that line.

Bucky drops his head gasping for air, his hands on his thighs as he shakes his head like he thought he knew what he was in for and is realizing how mistaken he was. You look up rubbing the small of his back.

Zemo is assessing as he always does with you. Checking to make sure he hasn’t gone too far because he longs to go farther. But he knows this is the first time his soldier has ever been used so relentlessly. And then you see a smile twitch at the corner of Zemo’s lips and the look of concern melts away.

Bucky has recovered and seems more than willing to take the rest of his “punishment.” He drags the back of his hand across his mouth tilts his head and opens up letting his tongue hang out to make way for the large occupant; the sight is so pretty you think if you had a cock you’d probably shove it in there too which makes you giggle quietly.

Zemo sighs and grabs him, guiding himself into the waiting mouth of the man so eager and ready to satisfy that you think it will not be long now. You know the Baron well and while he’s a master of restraint, this is too much for anyone.

You go up onto your knees kissing Bucky’s face as he sucks, stroking his hair, moaning softly into his ear, biting, licking, teasing him to give him some pleasure too. But you don’t dare touch his stone hard erection though for fear he’ll come and you will be in a world of trouble for breaking Zemo’s rules; so instead you rub your hand up the solid muscle of his thigh smiling when he makes the sweet sounds of someone overwhelmed and loving every second of it.

Zemo’s pace quickens and you back away a little watching, awed and damn near dripping wet. You wince for Bucky and wonder how you’ve ever managed to do this. It looks so intense when you’re on the outside looking in. Still, your hand slips down between your legs. Watching Helmut have his way with a man as strong as this one has you unable to resist, and you aren't the one unable to come when you want.

Zemo notices how you've got your hand under your suit and his moan is loud enough to get your attention. He suddenly grabs Bucky’s head holding him steady, making him give a muffled shout and you go back up onto your knees forgetting about your own pleasure, laying your hand on his chest, feeling his heart pound under your palm, your lips grazing the warmth of his skin as he tries to pull way from the Baron just once in some reflexive attempt to escape this inevitable moment, but it’s too late and he digs the fingers of his natural hand into Helmut’s thigh with a sound, something like a shout of surprise but he can not move.

The absent stroking of Bucky’s hair is some half hearted attempt to quiet him but it actually helps and he relaxes, moaning long and low as Zemo draws in a ragged breath between his teeth and holds it in as every muscle in his body flexes.

Bucky starts to swallow and you watch the way he accepts every warm shot so willingly now, all fight in him gone, even the way he holds onto the Baron has changed. He seems to be urging him to —go on —give me more.

You feel the fluttering in your stomach in this quiet moment even though your heart is pounding and your hand quickly slips back down. You won’t be able to finish but it still feels incredible.

They both tense with the last of it, Bucky grabbing Zemo’s ass holding him close now that it’s over and the Baron relaxes with a light laugh as he slowly pulls himself free.“Well done James,” He exhales closing his eyes. “That was— perfect.” He smiles opening them and steps back catching his breath “On your feet” He finally says.

Bucky pushes up to standing.

“You too,” He tells you.

Bucky holds out his hand which you take and he pulls you up easily. You stand in silence together.

“Continue like this, and perhaps I’ll let you come tomorrow.” Zemo says to Bucky.

He kisses your cheek, smiles at you both, knowing that he’s left his new sub confused and sexually frustrated, turns and finds his drink on the table and his robe hanging on the master bath door before going off to take a shower.

“Did you think I’d forgotten about you?” He asks, his breath warm in your ear.

You shake your head no even though it’s hard with his hand so tight around your neck.

“No, never, I will always satisfy you.” He says and kisses you deeply.

“Are you going to come?” Helmut asks looking down to see his hand at work rubbing your pussy. Your knees part and your hips raise in response to the light smacks he gives your hot divide.

Bucky sighs, lost in his own agony of only being allowed to watch.

You’re a moaning, whimpering mess gasping and crying out the second Helmut thumbs your clit again. He smacks and your legs close reflexively “Open” He says and you do. He gives two more and your thighs are shaking as the pressure mounts.

“That’s it, come, come for me, and for him. Come for him because he can’t” Helmut says smiling cruelly at Bucky.

You’re too close to feel sympathy, you feel only your Baron’s skilled hand and the way he circles your hard clit with his middle finger with the perfect amount of pressure until the dam gives way and you come with a scream and deep pulsing burst wetting his fingers and the sheet, your entire body flexing in rhythm with the orgasm until you shiver and sink down still gasping.

Helmut kisses you lightly smiling. “I have missed doing that to you.”

You give a breathy smile with your eyes closed feeling your breast shake as you do with the residual quakes of pleasure. You can not remember the last time you've come that hard.

“A reminder of what satisfaction tastes like” Helmut says and you open your eyes to find him reaching towards Bucky.

You don’t think he’ll do it, but he is learning submission from you. He opens his mouth and sucks Zemo’s middle finger, his moan soft but slightly pained.

“Soon James.” Helmut says, his expression alternating between arousal and empathy. “Soon.”

Late in the night well after the three of you have cleaned up and gone to bed, you wake up between them feeling so thirsty you have to go up for a bottle of water from the small fridge and come back to find the bed you share empty.

Confused at first, you hear their voices out on the balcony and quietly make your way over.

“I won’t ever hurt you more than you want me to.” You hear Zemo say with the sleepy smile in his voice.

“I know.” Bucky says sounding relaxed. It’s the same way he sounds with you, and you are relieved that there seem to be no true hard feelings after his first taste of submission tonight.

“I am happy you decided to come, you know that, right? There were times I didn’t think you would.” Zemo says.

“There were times that I didn’t know what I would do if you got out. I think it came down to those last few seconds.”

“Are you sure about that?” Zemo asks, clearly not believing him.

There is a long pause and you smile at the door. He knew he was going to come the second he turned you over, You think standing in the shadows.

Helmut is laying back on the low, wide sofa, one arm resting on the back, the other across Bucky’s chest, one leg bent at the knee, the other over the edge. You like the way he sort of absently strokes the vibranium shoulder. You do the same thing, You both know Bucky can’t feel it but you both like the way the cool metal calms you, and Bucky… he’s so relaxed. His back to Zemo’s chest, that powerful limb wrapped around the Barons leg, the other resting across his own stomach. They look so peaceful that you hate they’ve spotted you before you can sneak back into bed.

Bucky calls for you to join them which you do now that they both insist so you come out. You hop onto the sofa with all the enthusiasm of a joining a sleepover.

Bucky’s chest offers a solid, familiar warmth and you sigh happily as he strokes your hair while you watch the stars slowly floating by.

They shift the conversation now and start talking about the mechanics of ships of all things and you think how lovely it is that they have one another to be boring with, and how lucky you are to have two men with such beautifully relaxing voices.

Sleep takes you easily, and when you wake again you’re being carried into the room by one metal arm and one flesh and laid down in the bed— the comfort of their bodies surrounding you with safety and love.

To be continued...

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