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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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The Color of Blood

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: canon violence, mentions of blood, cursing

Word Count: 2,608

Summary: In this world, a person didn’t discover color until they locked eyes with their soulmate. As an agent of SHIELD, finding your soulmate was hardly a priority. Especially since you were currently dealing with the shocking discovery that HYDRA had been pulling the strings behind SHIELD actions this entire time. Life was all about timing, and you were about to find out that your timing was absolute shit.

You shifted in the seat uncomfortably. Natasha, to your right, shot you an apologetic look, but it was hardly sincere considering the smirk she wore. You had drawn the short straw, so you were sitting bitch between her and Agent Sitwell. More like Agent Judas. You were still in shock that an organization you had dedicated most of your life to had actually been HYDRA infested this entire time. Of all the missions you ran, you wondered how many had been fueled by HYDRA’s goals and desires. It physically hurt your heart to linger on that thought.

“HYDRA doesn’t like leaks.” Sitwell snapped as he leaned towards where Sam was driving. His thigh pressed up against yours and you were not discreet in shoving him off you.

Sam shook his head, eyes on the road, “Then why don’t you try sticking a cork in it?”

“Insight’s launching in 16 hours.” Natasha chimed in and you glanced down at the watch on your wrist.

You bit back an aggravated groan, “As per usual, we’re cutting this save the world thing kind of close.”

“That does seem to be our style.” Natasha hummed from beside you.

Steve glanced back with a nod, “We’re gonna use Sitwell to bypass the DNA scanners and access the helicarriers directly.”

“What?!” Sitwell shoved forward and you had to physically resist throwing his limb off of you. “Are you crazy!? That is a terrible idea.”

“Look, Sitwell--” You snapped in anger, but the low thud of something hitting the roof of the car made you pause as everyone’s eyes shot up. Seconds later an arm smashed through the backseat window, grabbed Sitwell, and ripped him out of the car. You turned just in time to watch a large truck smash into the man. The arm disappeared from view and you heard the familiar sound of a gun. “Nat!”

Your old friend was already ahead of you. She leapt forward, into Steve’s lap, as a bullet fired down into the backseat to your right. Natasha called out your name, but just like her you were already moving. You reached up front grabbing Sam’s shoulder. A bullet fired toward Steve, Natasha yanking him forward and out of the way, and another was fired at Sam, but you were able yank him to the side so it hit the headrest.

Steve reached out and slammed the emergency break bringing the car to a screeching halt. Natasha rolled off Steve onto the floorboard and your own head slammed forward into the edge of the seat. It caused you to bite down on your lip hard, and when you brought your finger to your mouth a warm liquid coated your fingers.

People told you blood was red, and you weren’t entirely sure what that meant, it wasn’t something you could picture, but the shade of gray on your fingers was immensely familiar to you. Over the years, you had become well-versed in that particular shade of gray.

All eyes looked forward as the man on the roof, who had flown off, managed to flip over and land with ease. His metal fingers digging into the asphalt bringing up bright sparks. He slowly stood up, and you only hesitated for a second before pulling your gun out of your holster and aiming it forward. Before you, or Natasha, could get a single round out, something slammed into the back of the car forcing you forward again as glass exploded behind you.

“Fuck!” You barked in both jarring surprise and pain. You managed to keep your hand on your weapon as the car slid forward, but the Winter Soldier leapt from the road and landed back on top of the car. Sam slammed on the brakes, but it only filled the air with the sound of squealing tires since the men behind you were still ramming into your car. You turned and fired a round of shots, but not a single one pierced the bullet proof glass.

When you turned to reload, you watched as a metal hand crashed through the windshield, grabbed the steering wheel, and ripped it out. Sam leaned back in surprise and barked, “Shit!”

Natasha, who got a hand on her weapon again, fired rounds into the roof while you struggled to get a new clip into your gun. The Winter Soldier jumped off the roof and onto the front of the car behind you. Finally reloaded, you began to turn so you could fire, but the truck slammed into the car again and suddenly the car spun sharply to the side.

It was going to flip.

Steve realized this the same second you did, and he caught you off guard when he reached into the backseat, his fist tightly bunched into your shirt, and ripped you into the front seat.

“Hang on!” He yelled and the next moments were a blur. The kind of blur you assumed only a super solider would be able to follow. One moment you were in the car, and the next you were lying on Steve’s chest, beside Natasha, with Sam pressed on top of you. Sparks flew around the group of you as the car continued to roll, while the car door slid along the road. It all happened in seconds, and it couldn’t last. Sam slipped off first, rolling off to the side, and you were the next to fall off while Steve and Natasha continued to careen down the road.

Your body slammed into asphalt hard and the world around you spun a few times as you rolled along the hard surface. When you finally stopped it took a second to catch your breath and gather your bearings. Despite the pain, you pushed yourself to stand. Sam was off to the side, in good enough condition, and hiding behind a car. Up ahead were Steve and Natasha.

The truck stopped and you watched in shock as the Winter Soldier was handed a grenade launcher. A curse was half out of your mouth as you realized you had lost your gun in the fray and the Soldier fired his own weapon. Steve threw his shield up in time, but it hit him dead on and sent him flying back. Steve clipped the hood of a car, flipped over, and then disappeared off the side of the bridge.

Natasha’s eyes caught yours and you nodded once. Years of working together meant words often weren’t needed. She’d be on the bridge with Sam, you needed to cover Steve. Gunfire filled the air as you sprinted to the side of the bridge and jumped. When your feet left the concrete, you fired a zipline from the gauntlet on your wrist that dug into the concrete and rappelled you down just slow enough that you didn’t end up a smudge on the ground.

Steve had been thrown into a bus that now sat on its side. You unclipped the used cord and sprinted to the front of the bus. Screaming and gunfire still filled the air and you helped a few people near the front of the bus out of the vehicle while telling them to run to safety.

“Steve!” You yelled and ducked under the broken glass to get into the bus. You spotted the blond lying on his back slowly shifting up and made your way toward him. Each person you passed you dragged up and told them to run. “Steve!”

You grabbed his shoulder and helped him sit up. He grunted in pain, “Nat and Sam?”

“On the bridge, last I saw.” You replied. “Shield?”

“Lost it on the road.” Steve motioned to the front of the bus, “Get out. Get everyone on the street to safety. Now.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You turned and climbed out of the bus back onto the street. A familiar face ran past you on the other side of the street ducking behind cars. Natasha. That meant Sam was up there alone? You didn’t have time to linger on the thought. You ran forward and began to herd civilians out of crashed cars and down the street. The slamming of another car made you glance back to see the Winter Soldier land harshly on the roof of a car under the bridge.

Bad sign. Very bad sign.

Heavy artillery fire echoed behind you and you moved even quicker. As you sprinted down the street looking for Natasha with the Winter Soldier slowly stalking down the road towards the two of you, you spotted a small group of people huddled behind a car off to the side. You veered off the road to them.

“You can’t stay here, it isn’t safe.” You barked and began to drag them down the sidewalk. A car exploded into a ball of fire behind you. Shit, he was close. You ripped your jacket off, wrapping it around your arm quickly, and then slammed your elbow into the glass on a storefront door so it shattered. You reached in to unlock it, then herded the people inside, “Get all the way to the back and stay hidden!”

You dropped your jacket and didn’t bother picking it back up. Instead, you took off again knowing Natasha would be facing the Soldier alone if you didn’t get there in time. As you sprinted around the corner you spotted Natasha jump onto the Winter Soldier’s shoulders. She used a cord to try and choke him out, but his arm stopped the move entirely. You ran in, without hesitation, and slammed into the Soldier’s back with a grunt in hopes it would jar him enough that Natasha could get a grip. She managed to tighten the hold just a bit, but a thick leg kicked out, backwards, and the asset’s boot slammed into your chest sending you sprawling back and into the side of a car.

With a cry of pain, you fell forward onto your chest. You desperately sucked in a sharp breath, trying to regain the air you lost, and as you shifted to try and get up you felt your entire body ache. The ribs on your right side were broken, you recognized that pain. Natasha must have gotten thrown off too, she was across the road, and she gave you the signal to retreat before throwing a widow bite onto the Soldier’s arm.

Despite the pain, you sprinted toward her and as the Winter Soldier slumped over to try and regain control of his arm, you and her ran down the side road. This one was still crowded with people who were too panicked to listen when you told them to get the hell out of the way. Luckily for them, unlucky for you, it seemed the asset’s main focus was on the two of you.

A shot rang through the air and Natasha cried out in pain while stumbling forward. You cursed and grabbed her, pulling her behind a car, while she tried to refocus through the pain. A through and through bullet wound. Right shoulder. “Shit.” You mumbled again and pressed down on top of her hand that was already on her wound. That same familiar shade of gray leaked over both of your hands. “It’s bleeding too much.”

“Get the hell out of here.” Natasha hissed.

“No.” You snapped. “Not without you.”

She whipped around to look over her shoulder in panic, and when you followed her gaze you watched as Steve sprinted out of nowhere to attack the Winter Soldier. The metal arm punched out against the shield, like the ringing of a gong, and you breathed a quick sigh of relief.

“We gotta go. While Steve has him distracted.” You looped her arm around your shoulders and began to drag her away. Natasha began to complain through grunts of pain, but you didn’t slow down or argue with her. In a matter-of-fact tone, you spoke, “I’m getting you to a safe spot and then I’ll help Steve.”

You got her to cover behind a van, and ignoring her yelling after you, ran back out to where you had left Steve. When you got back, Steve was just standing there. The Winter Soldier stood between the two of you, facing Steve, but all you could see was the look of disbelief on your friend’s face.

What the hell was going on?

Why had the fight stopped?

The Soldier raised his gun again, Steve was still frozen, but you only got another step forward when Sam dropped from the air from your right and kicked both his feet into the asset. The Winter Solider went careening to the side as Sam landed. Now you had him surrounded, Steve to his right, Sam in front of him, and you to his left. You stepped forward with arms ready for a fight. Did you think you could come out of a tussle with the Winter Soldier alive? Absolutely not. But, you could keep him from escaping past you while the others closed in.

Sirens could be heard in the distance, the asset stood back up from where he had fallen and you realized now you could see his face. He no longer had the mask on, and he was… vaguely familiar? Where had you seen that face before? Before you could ponder a second longer on that, his glaring eyes dragged from Steve to Sam and then from Sam to you. The moment your eyes met his though, it felt like your world had fallen out from under you.

Shades of gray and black turned brighter and with every blink something new flooded your senses. It was too much all at once. Your once bleak world exploded with color and you sucked in a sharp breath as your arms fell to your side. In fact, you were so distracted by the vivid scenery around you that it took you a few moments to realize the cause of this had been the Winter Soldier. HYDRA’s number one asset. The man who had been trying to violently murder all of you less than thirty seconds ago.

If the Soldier was surprised, you didn’t see it. He suddenly lunged to the left just as something hit the car behind him sending it up in flames. A grenade. You had been just a bit too close and the force of it sent you sprawling back. The back of your skull bounced off the asphalt and suddenly the oh so colorful world seemed to be spinning. Dazed, you stared up at the sky.

The blue sky.

Your hand reached back to touch the warmth dripping from your head and when you shakily brought you hand back into view, blood coated the fingers. Red blood. Oh.

So, that’s what red looked like.

Still stunned from the blow, you struggled to sit up, but you were only a few inches up off the ground when someone grabbed you and threw you over their shoulder. The movement made your world spin again and you groaned out in pain as you hung limply over the broad shoulder that was now carrying you. You heard your name being called out, but sounds were beginning to grow dim. Replaced with ringing.

“Steve?” You mumbled in hopes. He had broad shoulders. Maybe he was the one carrying you away. You blinked your blurry eyes a few times as they briefly came into focus as you stared at the back of the person carrying you. Black leather. Steve hadn’t been wearing black leather. The ringing grew louder as your eyes fluttered close. Your entire world went black before you could connect the dots on what was happening.

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#marvel #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #winter soldier #winter soldier x you #winter soldier x reader #steve rogers #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #soulmate au

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magicalrocketships · 8 months

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hi! are you planning to write more of de-aged max bc he is just so cute it’s giving me a heart attack. saw a tiktok the other day w photos of baby max and all i could think about was this verse!!!!! ahhh lysm

Thank you!!! Here is a little bit more, in honour of grown up Max's adventures with colouring in.

(Hopefully this link shows the stuff I’ve already posted in chronological order. But anyway, this bit follows directly on from this part.)

It has been five full days since a seven year old Max showed up at Daniel's door in too-big clothes and holding out a little card with Daniel's name carefully printed on it in grown up Max's blocky handwriting. Baby Max shows no signs of going big again. He follows Daniel around his apartment, looks at his flag book, and plays with the Jimmy or Sassy cats — no further narrowing down of cat identity has occurred, due to Daniel having little to no interest in identifying cat penises, and grown up Max's complete fucking inability to put his fucking cat names on a fucking collar, or, indeed, to have informed Daniel of his Go Small plans at any point in the past three fucking years, but that's fine, Daniel is fine with this responsibility. Max has wet the bed every night and Daniel is just having to cross his fingers that he's not making everything worse by each and every decision he makes.

Anyway: if grown up Max doesn't show up again extremely soon, Daniel's going to have to bite the bullet and call Christian and tell him Max isn't going to be able to race. Max will hate that when he's back, if Daniel brakes too soon and makes the call, and more than that, it's going to turn baby Max into a Thing, and if there's one thing Daniel has learned in the last five days, it's that Max one hundred percent does not want to be a thing of any kind.

So, it's time for Emergency Measures. Maybe what will kickstart baby Max back into adulthood in time for his next race will be a race track, and go-karting. Daniel takes advantage of Max being distracted by his coloured pencils in the living room to google nearby karting tracks, and sends the nearest one a message to see if he could book out the whole track for a private session. The answer comes back with an immediate yes, which is probably in some part due to the figure Daniel had dropped in his message about how much he's willing to pay for the privilege.

He leans against the doorframe into the living room. Max is concentrating very closely on his colouring book, his coloured pencils all out on the coffee table. A little something in Daniel's chest shifts a bit.

"Maxy-Max," Daniel says, half way through his email response to the karting track. "Would you like to go karting tomorrow?"

There is a pause. "No, thank you, Daniel." Max does not look up from his colouring book, nor does he stop colouring.

Daniel also pauses. Max's little fingers hold onto his pencil tighter. He's pressing down hard on the picture.

"Okay," Daniel says. "Would you like to go another day, if we don't go tomorrow?"

"No, thank you, Daniel," Max says again. He still doesn't look up. His pencil might tear through the paper soon.

Daniel's been reading up on Going Small. Well, googling randomly when he can't sleep. Most people tend to think about Going Small as a way of connecting with your kid self, like… remembering who you once were in case maybe you wanted to stop being such a cunt or that you always wanted to sew clothes or build bridges and maybe your hedge fund job isn't as fulfilling as you maybe thought it was. Some people say it's as much for the people around you as it is about you, but whatever. Daniel had had a great fucking time in the pit lane six years ago, he remembers that much, although the detail has always been fuzzy. Like it happened a very long time ago. But there's another school of thought, one about the kids that don't age back up after a day or a couple of days, the kids who maybe lost a part of their childhood the first time around. Daniel's never met anyone who stayed small longer than a couple of days though, and it's so rare that the theory could be complete bollocks, and no one would ever know anyway. You can't battle data against the universe, it's not like race strategy. There's no science to it.

Max continues not to look at him. He's colouring the same line over and over again.

Daniel closes his email app, and slips his phone into his pocket. "Can I come and colour with you?"

Max nods, but doesn't look up. His fingertips are white around his pencil. He's used it down to the nub so that it's almost too blunt to colour with.

Daniel tries to sit down on Max's right side, but Max shakes his head and makes him come and sit on his left. Daniel positions himself cross-legged by the coffee table and it becomes clear just why Max wanted him this side when, a moment later, Max's little hand slips into Daniel's bigger one. Daniel does not now have a hand to colour with, but maybe it doesn't matter, because Max is colouring with enough concentration for the two of them, a big picture of a train with a cat sitting in the window next to the driver. He's being very careful. He still doesn't look up.

One of the Jimmy or Sassys wanders over to curl up by Max's little Pikachu-socked foot. The other one, the one who doesn't like being petted as much and prefers to watch you in a creepy and furry way while you're doing perfectly normal things sitting on the toilet or in the shower, perches on top of Daniel's shelves and stares at them.

Max's grip on his pencil loosens a little. Daniel leans over and kisses the top of his head. "You're very good at colouring," he tells Max. "We can cut out ones you've finished and put them up on the wall, if you'd like."

Max looks at him then, his eyes big and wide. "My pictures?"

"Your pictures," Daniel agrees. He reaches for the Pikachu pencil sharpener in the middle of the table. "Can I sharpen your pencil for you?"

Max dutifully hands him his blue pencil. His eyes are still shining, even though Daniel's had to stop holding his hand so that he can sharpen it for him. When he hands it back, all sharp, Max tucks his hand into Daniel's again.

"You've done some good colouring in of this train," Daniel says. "Have you been on a train, Maxy-Max?"

Max shakes his head.

"Would you like to go on one?"

Max's eyes widen. "A train?"

"Yeah," Daniel nods. "If you'd like, we can go and find a train to go on tomorrow. If you want to. We can take Pikachu."

"But not the Jimmy or Sassys," Max says, frowning. "They would not like the train and they might get lost."

"No," Daniel agrees. "The Jimmy or Sassy cats can stay here."

"There is a cat in my train picture but it is not our cats."

"No," Daniel says. "So, should we go on a train tomorrow?"

"Yes, please, Daniel," Max says, in satisfaction.

Daniel watches him colour even as he's avoiding texting Christian to let him know Max has gone small and isn't getting big again. He follows up on his avoidance by ordering a night light for Max's bedroom and one for the bathroom, in case his little boy is frightened of the dark and is too scared to say. He pays extra for same-day delivery.

He'll call Christian later, when Max is in bed. Instead, he googles train stations, and train timetables, and puts together a plan for the morning.

Max keeps his hand tucked into Daniel's, carries on colouring, and doesn't let go.

Thank you so much to Zoe @flawlessassholes for giving this a pre-post read through, and for consistently being interested in all baby Max lore!

#my fic #de-aged maxiel #baby max #fic that I wrote

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dejwrites · 2 years

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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ explicit ⠀ 〳 ⠀ gangsta ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) explicit headcanons for the gangsta men. ft worick, nicolas, delico, & marco

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy, canon verse, headcanon format, oral (m.receiving), worick calls you princess, submissive!delico, missionary position, enemies to lovers trope, soft smut, choking kink, marking kink, reader is mr monroe's daughter in delico's part (adopted, blood, stepdaughter, whatever floats your rootbeer float), breeding kink, spanking

NICOLAS BROWN

― 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒

YOU AND NICOLAS NEVER GOT ALONG. You were positive he hated your guts as soon as you joined Worick, himself, and Alex. You weren't sure why he disliked you, but you gave him as much heat back. You weren't a punk, so you weren't going to let some Twilight boss you around. Especially one whose ranking only became so high because he overuses cerebret. And Nicolas knew you hated him just as much caused of the way you rolled your eyes as soon as you saw him in the room. He even would let a profanity word or two when you would come into the room. The one thing that Worick did notice was that you two actually worked pretty well together when you put your mind to it. Both you and Nicolas could argue all morning, but when it was time to get shit done—Worick could only choose you to be sure Nicolas is good.

Only cause within two enemies who hate each other so much—deep down it's some form of romantic tension between the two. Every night, as you tiptoe into Nicolas's room, proved this. You've lost count on the number of times, you'll cover the bite marks and hickeys that decored your delicate skin simply because Nicolas got off at the sight of you panicking to cover them.

Every night where you two argued through harsh sign language ended with you croaking out Nicolas's name as if he could even hear you. He was really good at reading your body language and your facial expressions to know that he was fuckin' you just right. With your face buried into his pillow and your back arched perfectly, Nicolas had you completely trapped from running from his harsh thrusts. Every time your hand went back from interrupting his actions of pleasing you, his large hands would come down to slap you on your ass cheeks gaining a yelp from you.

Although the flesh on your butt stung with each spanking, you grew wetter for Nicolas's cock to brush against your tight walls effortlessly. You could feel your essence staining the inside of your thighs and your thighs were beginning to quiver before Nicolas bottomed down inside you fully.

The Twilight just enjoyed fucking the hate for him out of you.

WORICK ARCANGELO

― 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

DATING ONE OF 'THE HANDYMEN' OF ERGASTULUM WAS NEVER EASY. Especially when dating the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, eye patch-wearing Worick Arcangelo. It consisted of waking up in the morning and finding him and Nicolas in your living room sleep because after their dangerous task you didn't have the energy to question, they'll crash at your place because it was closer (and you cooked some pretty good pancakes according to what was signed to you by Nicolas). Or it was the seething feeling of jealousy because of the women from his past occupation. Obviously, it also consisted of the poor attempt to scrub blood out of Worick's shirt, you insisting you burn it—but it's his favorite shirt. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you could tell the relationship was taking a toll on both of you.

You knew Worick did his all to be sure to keep you out of the deadly things he and Nicolas usually have themselves tangled in. However, that didn't stop him from bringing it to your doorstep after a long day of tasks. His body was completely exhausted. His fingertips were stained with the scent of gunpowder and bullets. And you hated to want to admit that he actually looked even more attractive in this state.

It was always the same routine when he came over after a long day. If he had the energy, he'll eat what you cooked for dinner. If not he's tugging off his dirty clothes to take a shower immediately and crashing right in the middle of your bed. But tonight was a bit different as you could tell how stressed he was.

You took it upon yourself to get on your knees and smother Worick's cock with kitten licks until his hips are jerking forward urging you to finally put it in your wet mouth. When he felt the wetness of your mouth, you could hear him let out an exhausted sigh of relief. His head instantly falls back to meet with the back of your cream-colored sofa. His hands found comfort on the back of your head to help guide your soaked licks and sucks upon his thick cock.

Occasionally you're perking yourself forward just to shove Worick down your throat some more. With pornographic gags bouncing off your living room walls, you could only take it due to Worick's hand being pressed on the back of your hip. His hips bucking forward just so his swollen tip could brush against the back of your throat.

"There we go princess, take it all in your mouth." Worick praised you while being your personal hairstylist with the way he was holding your hair.

MARCO ADRIANO

― 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

MARCO'S JOB HAS ALWAYS BEEN DANGEROUS. No matter what, you found yourself sitting up late praying that he returns in one piece. You've lost count of how many bloody shirts you tossed or ice packs you've placed upon his ribcage—and you hated to admit that you were slowly growing tired of it. You weren't sure if you could handle the emotions of one day Marco not returning home to you. You feared that one day Loretta and Galahad would come knocking on your door with a look of sorrow.

But one night when Marco came home, you didn't want to worry that something was up with him. You couldn't particularly put your finger on it, but you knew that something was on his mind. He looked pretty banged up with small cuts on his arms and a bruise on his cheek, but you could have chalked that up as a typical shift with the Cristiano family.

He didn't say much, he just let his lips crash upon yours and his arms bring you closer. With each nibble on your lower lip and his tongue tasting the wine you sipped on during the night, a piece of clothing was removed from both of your bodies. Seconds turned into minutes before the both of you are intertwined with each other naked in bed. Delico toned statured cowering over your body while his hips rocked forward with his cock inside of you. The intense feeling of your pussy clutching around Marco only allowed him to let out a string of groans. His grip on your body trapping you from running from his thrusts tightened and he had a goal to be sure you felt every thrust he put his all in.

By the way, your kiss swollen lips were parted apart to whine out his name, Marco could tell he was doing just that. He didn't want to admit to you that he had a close call during a task for Loretta. A bullet was perhaps three inches away from his life being taken away, so tonight he dedicated the evening to making sure his soul was intertwined with yours. The mere thought of you leaving behind on this planet caused his heart to feel happy, so he couldn't help but fuck you a little more passionate tonight. His kisses on your heated skin were so soft that if he kissed hard enough, he would break you.

And when it was time for the two of you to be tugged off the passionate toe-curling cloud of cumming, Marco didn't bother to pull out. His thrusting turned a little sloppy and slow and his cute whines echoed in your ear.

"I love you Y/N."

DELICO

― 𝐌𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄❜𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑

THE MOON SHINED THROUGH THE SHEER WHITE CURTAINS, COMPLETELY ILLUMINATING YOUR SWEAT-COATED SKIN. Your hips rocked back aggressively and your mouth gasped open to let out soft whimpers that combated with the sound of your headboard clashing against your nude-colored walls. Delico's fingers bruised the soft flesh upon your waist as his heterochromia eyes stared up at you in a complete trance. Completely pussy drunk for the woman above him whose pussy was clutching around him like a perfectly fit glove.

He was D-ranked Twilight who has done so many bad things within his time of being a bodyguard for a man like Mr. Monroe, but the actions he was committing tonight were just as bad. But, it felt so right. His head sank further into the pillow under his head, his white strands of hair stuck to his forehead due to the sweat. It took him by shock when he felt your hand grasp his neck. Although the grasp didn't hurt him—he still felt his body heat up by the action. Completely turned on at the sight of the way your head fell back in complete bliss while stuttering out his name.

Through coherent groans, Delico's attempt to praise how beautiful you look was interrupted by the tumultuous knocks on your room door. Your hand covered Delico's mouth to muffle any hush words that were about to tumble off his lips, you could hear your father's words behind the closed door. "I know you're still upset at me, but it's for your protection. Just please let me come in t—" Mr. Monroe's words were interrupted by you.

"I'm fine, completely over the situation father. We can discuss this in the morning." You hissed out feeling Delico's hold on your waist tighten before he's rolling your hips.

Your breath hitched in your throat while attempting to form a proper sentence. The sound of your room door knob began to jiggle aggressively, despite being fully grown—your father still thought it was okay to barge in your room. The drastic feeling of Delico's cock twitching inside you felt like your orgasm was clawing you to the edge. You wanted to moan out his name so badly, but you couldn't know how much trouble that would put both of you in. Mostly the D-ranked Twilight that was below your bare body at the moment, but you couldn't tarnish that perfect image your father had of you.

"We can talk about this tomorrow! I'm—uh handling something right now." You said through soft moans, hips still rolling like a cat in heat.

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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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If u can ...mmm can u do like ... Basycally they are in a fight (Vash,Wolfwood and you) there are many gunshots but in the end wolfwood and Vash beat the criminals thinking that it was ok and fine but then they hear gasp and "g...guys..." as they turn they saw y/n shaking looking at them with one hand holding the bullet wound in the chest,the other full of blood, then they fall on their knees and they panic,crying saying that it hurts, saying that they don't want to die,so they clench on him, then Vash trying to stop the bleeding?

U can put like some reassuring Vash and wolfwood saying that help his coming,crying and all that,also the bullet was out and leaved a huge gap?

U can be as detailed as possible or put so much pain yada yada,blood and all

I'm gonna read the writing u did now

I absolutely love this idea. I think I'll need some fluff or something other than angst after this though lol. I love angst but too much and I'm burnt out for sure.

PLEASE STAY --- Vash & wolfwood

SUMMARY: Everyone was in check right? They got all the bad guys. Everyone was okay, right? Seems they've sadly struck an unlucky mine.

Warning: Blood, hella angst

NOTES: I'm leaving this written as is, sorry but I just can't find it in myself to write the ending at the moment. I would have written it later then posted it but I figured I'd get this out the way first.

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"Was that the last one?" Nick turns to Vash with his cross ready to fire again. Taking a simple glance around, Vash nods his head with a small smile.

"Yeah, that-" Vash is cut off by a loud gasp. Turning to look behind him, his skin grows ice cold. Both men swear they can feel their hearts stop when they look. On your knees you shake and shudder in fear, blood spills over your hand from where it clutches your chest tightly. You can't feel it but the blood is so warm against your skin and the bullet in your body feels so cold.

"G... Guys?"

Nick's cross falls to the ground with a loud thud as he rushes to your side, his hands clutching your shoulders as he looks you over. "Oh god." He stammers. The cigarette delicately placed between his lips falls between his knees, he can feel you shaking in his hands. A spike of panic rises in his chest and his throat squeezes. Behind him, Vash watches the scene unfold in horror. Frozen in place, his heart pounds in his ears. Was this happening?

"Fuck! Make it stop, make it stop! It hurts, fuck it hurts!" You clench your eyes shut in pain. The initial shock has worn off leaving you stripped bare to the pain settling in your bones. If you could dig yourself a hole and never come back, God you would. Fisting Nick's shirt with a scream, you slip against him, your forehead resting on his shoulder.

"I'm going to die. I don't want to die. Nick, I don't wanna die." If there's anything 'The Punisher' should be well versed with, it's death. This, he knows better than anyone. Watching the light fade from someone's eyes as they shudder their last breath and slump limply into the ground. He always watches nonchalantly, not a single emotion stirring inside his chest. But now, it's burning alive with fear and anxiety.

"Vash! Do something!" The death of another has always been inconsequential to him but as you shake and sputter in his arms, blood gushing from your chest while you scream in pain, he feels a switch inside of him flip on like a light. After all these years, it's finally coming back to bite him in the ass.

Vash appears beside him with a torn flap of fabric from his cross cover. Pulling you away from his body he tenses, watching you limply flob around like a discarded rag doll. Vash leans forward, his arms wrapping around you to tie the cloth around your chest. The hand covering the wound falls limply at your side as he tightens the cloth down. Vash extends his arms to take you.

"c'mon, c'mon..." He urges Nick to pass you to him. As gently as he can, Nick places you in Vash's arms bridal style. "It's going to be okay. Don't worry. I've got you now." Vash takes off running, leaving Nick to hurriedly gather his cross and join the chase.

"Just how do you think we're getting help?" Nick asks as he finally catches up to the blonde. He's pointedly staring ahead, his eyes fixated on the closest running truck.

Coming to a stop at the door Nick pulls it open and raises a gun to the driver. "Get out or your next."

Eyes wide with fear, the driver dies out of his seat and onto the dusty ground. Taking his cross he throws it into the bed of the truck and rushes to the other side, where he climbs into the driver's seat and waits for Vash to settle in. The moment that door closes, the tires are kicking up dirt.

"There's a doctor at the far end of town. Hurry." Vash tells him as he looks down at you in his arms. Your shaking profusely, your hands reaching to tug at his jacket. The world around you feels like it's frozen over and it's hard to keep your eyes on anything. "Vash... I'm cold. Please..." You whine. He hushes you. "Don't worry." Carefully his arms slip from underneath you to slide his coat off.

"Just relax." The coat drapes over your entire body and surrounds you with a shield of warmth but it's not enough. It feels like Ice is still building in your veins. Everything going on at once is running your body thin, making your eyes grow heavy and sleep weight in the back of your mind. No matter how hard you peel them open, blinking holds them shut while you struggle to wake back up.

"I can't keep my eyes open." The truck slows to a stop and both the doors fly open.

"Don't fall asleep!" Nick yells as he reaches your side. Still in Vash's arms you struggle to open your eyes again, something calls to you in your head. It begs for you to succumb to the darkness but you refuse.

"Keep your eyes open. Look at me." Vash begs.

Running into the building, Nick rushes to the front desk. "We need medical attention right now. There's been a bullet wound to the shoulder and they're losing conscience." He stammers.

The woman behind the desk stands and runs to Vash's side. "Come with me baby." She places a hand on his back and hurriedly pushes forward towards the operating room. Behind them follows Nick who struggles to keep up. The woman is talking to you, lightly slapping your face to keep you awake. It works for the most part but you can't bring yourself to move. You've lost too much blood.

"Emergency. Coming in!" She yells holding the door open to usher them in. The doctor perks up at the four of you entering. Upon seeing you he frowns and gestures for you to be laid on the table. Gingerly, Vash places you against the cold bed, his coat still covering your shivering body. He watches in horror while the lady starts to guide him away from you, pushing back against her he watches you turn to look at him.

"Please stay."

The door shuts in his face and for the first time, Nick watches him crumble to the floor; his head held in his hands while sobs wrack his body. The ever joyful, Vash, was crying.

Nick couldn't find it in himself to keep watching, just hearing Vash cry was enough to make his own eyes water. Turning away to leave, he pulls a cigarette from its pack and brings it to his lips. As he walks away, he starts to hope that you'll recover quickly, that way he won't ever have to see you like that again. Looking down to slide his cigarettes in his pocket he finds his suit covered in your blood. You lost so much... A blood transplant was surely needed. Between him and Vash he wasn't entirely sure if either of them would be of use in that matter but it darkens the sliver of hope in his heart.

Stopping him from straying any further away is Vash's hand around his wrist. Just as Nick turns to face him Vash hugs him tightly. Sobs still fall from his lips and blood covers his entire torso. He doesn't bother to offer any comfort to the blond and instead allows him to cry to his heart's content against him. There's just not enough energy for him to care for another person besides himself.

#vash imagines #vash imagine #vash x you #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #nicholas wolfwood x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun x reader #trigun stampede x reader

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buriedabove · 4 months

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@bloodsoakedogre | cont.

At the back of his mind, there’s always this little voice telling him to bite his tongue and keep his thoughts to himself for once, but he was never prone to listening to anyone’s advice. Even when they were coming from him. Looking up at the intimidating figure, it didn’t take too much guessing or pondering what pancake the other could easily turn him into. It was a miracle that Leon was still alive, somehow ( and considering his oh-so silver tongue ). “ Right… ” He muttered to himself, wide-eyed gaze searching for a way out. Instinctively his hands started meandering across his uniform, feeling up all those empty pockets. Time and time again, the rookie hoped that a gun would miraculously appear in his empty holster. At least he had his flashbangs for dire moments. For now, he let it rest. “ Oh, and that bozo? He’s just this guy from centuries ago. Everyone’s making a big deal about him. ”

#sorry to barge in like this. ❯ responses.#bite the bullet. ❯ dbd verse.#bloodsoakedogre #leon's ready to break it down to him in the form of celebrity gossip #ghsdjghskj

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gerrystamour · 11 months

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yanderes-galore · 6 months

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Could you do a romantic concept for yandere Peter B Parker from Spiderverse, please?

Sure! Forgive me if this is tame, I can't see him being that bad.

Yandere! Peter B. Parker (Spider-verse) Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Overprotective behavior, Fear of abandonment, Some emotional manipulation, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Violence, Forced relationship.

I feel, if anything, Peter falls into the pathetic yandere category at times.

He is a pretty realistic depiction of a Spider-Man in his 40s (based on what he's gone through)

He isn't a teen anymore.

His life hasn't always been easy, he's seen things and made decisions both good and bad.

However, he isn't really incapable of being a yandere.

He would just make you feel bad for him more than most.

Think of it... he isn't really intimidating nowadays, if he even was.

He'd fall into the clingy and overprotective category more than anything intimidating.

If anything Peter acts more like a teddy bear at times.

Towards his darling he tries to appeal to you the best he can.

Peter has some self-esteem issues after his divorce with his wife (ITSV AU).

His biggest fear is losing you in any way.

He feels he should push his past to the side and pursue you.

Peter would take his new feelings for you as a sign to change.

He can forge a new future... he can pull himself out of this slump...

He just feels he needs you to help with that.

He's affected by his past relationship and past in general... but he tries to push past it and change things for you.

Peter is delusional and very dedicated to you.

He's delusional to the point he imagines things that didn't happen between the two of you.

Peter would spend his free time stalking you and thinking of fantasies between the two of you... he's completely lovestruck.

There's times he has entire dreams of the teo of you... only to wake up and see them be fake.

It gets to the point he breaks his own heart when he realizes everything is in his mind.

For the most part he'd be harmless.

As in, he wouldn't kill anyone over you.

He may beat some people up but he restrains such thoughts, even if he's jealous.

For the most part Peter just likes to cling to you.

Before he decides to bite the bullet and act on his feelings, he clings to his fantasy idea of you.

When he finally takes you to his apartment he clings to you physically.

He isn't overly manipulative, but he is emotionally draining.

You'll end up caving into his desires at times because he's so... desperate.

He allows you to roam his apartment but if he has to leave he'll use his webs to keep you still.

He hates forcing you to do anything.

He'll try to be patient with your "relationship" but often occupies himself with thoughts of his fantasies.

Honestly overall Peter is just a pathetic (in the cute way?) man who wants to indulge in sweet fantasies he has with his darling.

He just thinks of cute couple things like dates, gifts, your future together... maybe even kids since Miles has opened him up to that.

However, despite him trying to play his mannerisms off as being a cute boyfriend...

He's still kidnapped you... you don't care if he's a hero or not... everything he's doing is still a crime.

Spider-Man has really let himself go...

In more ways than one.

Regardless of what you think, Peter still tries to tell you he'll make things up to you!

He gives you gifts and attempts to give physical affection.

He tells you stories about his fantasies.

He cleans his apartment up just for you.

Really, Peter is quite docile and would do anything for you...

Just don't leave him! If you did... then he may have to restrain you again with his webs.

#yandere into the spider-verse #yandere itsv #yandere peter b parker #yandere across the spiderverse #yandere atsv #yandere into the spider verse

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leschanceux · 1 year

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@hauntboxed asked ❛ in another life, i would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you. ❜ -

it makes steve smile to think about pure domesticity with jess; no shield, no assignments, no stressing about saving the world --- they'd be free just to be themselves without the pressure and expectations to be better. "laundry and taxes with you sounds perfect," he smiles, "would we do it all out on the porch?"

#hauntboxed #THREAD; ( STEVE )#ANSWER; ( STEVE )#WITH; ( JESS )#VERSE; ( BITING THE BULLET )#MMMM HELLO

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snackhobi · 9 months

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More ‘Straight Shooter’ lore yesssss I love that fic so much!!!!!!! Things I like to imagine after the ending: 1) JK about to go on his first mission and y/n cooing over him and fully kitting him out whilst Yoongi pouts 2) a rooftop date where Yoongi is like “sorry I’ve sniped here before but the view is beautiful” and y/n is like “you thought of me?? 🥺” 3) general domestic scenes in the Hobi/Yoongi/JK Household

I wrote this in like 20 minutes, thank you to @morndas for looking at this and assuring me it wasn't terrible (I haven't written anything in the straight shooter verse for literal years now)

a rooftop date where Yoongi is like “sorry I’ve sniped here before but the view is beautiful” and y/n is like “you thought of me?? 🥺”

straight shooter snippet ; 1

Familiarity breeds contempt, they say.

Yoongi doesn’t think so.

Then again, Yoongi’s found he doesn’t always agree with what everyone else says - what they say, what they think, what they do. Maybe it’s because he’s always hyperaware of his surroundings. He has to be in his line of work, after all. Contempt is a luxury he doesn’t allow himself to foster. A single slip-up and he could be dead.

The lower levels are looked down upon by those who live above. In the upper levels they turn up their noses, turn away from the grime and the filth, the decaying foundations that have been neglected for far too long. Dirty, ugly, abandoned, they say, even as they continue to build atop them, profit from them. There’s nothing beautiful down there.

But they don’t know the city like he does.

They don’t know about this secret perch, hidden atop a darkened skyscraper, dilapidated and hollow.

They don’t know that the lower city shines.

All the strata rise from here, a graduated terrace that ascends upwards and upwards. Each level sparkles and glitters, glowing even in the darkness, a kaleidoscope of neon colour that would be a riotous clamour if one were too close. Instead, from this distance it all blurs into one, a shimmering gradient that softens all the sharp edges of this place into something beautiful. Being at the bottom of this cascading array means that an onlooker can tilt their head back and never find an end to it all, almost, like they could lean further and further back and never fall. That they would be caught in this neverending ouroboros of light and life.

There’s nothing beautiful down there, they say, but Yoongi knows that’s not true.

Because, after all, you’re here.

You’re here in the lower city, and you’re here beside him. You’re here, staring up at all of these lights with eyes wide open, drinking in this view, the endless constellations that make up a city of man-made stars.

“It’s hardly easy to get up here,” you say. “Not exactly a great place for a tourist attraction, if that’s what you were planning.”

Yoongi lets himself smile. He’s been doing that a lot more recently. Smiling. Usually when you’re around.

(Who would have thought?)

“I was using it as a sniper’s nest,” Yoongi says. “I thought you’d like the view.”

You turn towards him. As far away as you are from all those lights, those shooting stars, you still shine brighter still. (Bold, brilliant, bright. Beautiful.)

“You thought of me?”

(Sniper rifle of your making braced against his body, staring down a scope that you’d built, weapon loaded with bullets that you’d designed. The remembered press of your lips on his temple, his mouth, his neck. The lights of the city haloed around his view even as he focused in on his target below.)

“Yes,” he says.

(It’s just you, and him, and the endless lights below you. In your own hidden world away from everything else.)

And - with no bite behind it, no hidden laughter, nothing but a rare moment of unguarded fondness - you smile.

–

Familiarity breeds contempt, they say, but there are some things that Yoongi grows more familiar with day by day and will never grow tired of.

(Even if he’d never say it out loud.)

#thank you for the lil bit of inspo I hope you enjoy!!#how do tags work again? good lord #joy.masterlist #ask #anon #ask: straight shooter

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