#and i was super unsure the whole time and now that the base body is done i dont really want to take it off because it makes me feel so hot

[captainsimagines]

pretty woman, this is me trying || three

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(3/14)

Mini-Series

Warnings: references to past sexual abuse; strong language; references to sex; reference to past trauma

Word Count: 2,390+

Author’s Note: Steve isn’t going to be evil, I promise. Oops. xxMoni

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    You entered through a different entrance today. One less guarded and one that didn’t full-body screen you.

You dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans with a puffy sweater to protect from the cold. Unsure of where to go after entering, you wandered around the visitor center for a few minutes.

No one looked at you funny. They had a nametag ready for you and a cup of coffee. You were treated spectacularly well by the secretaries and random agents you passed. Perhaps they didn’t know your occupation, perhaps they did. It’s hard to believe they’d act the same way with Natasha Romanoff.

Then again, Natasha Romanoff would skin them alive before an insult was even thought.

“You lost?”

Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. It was Steve fucking Rogers. Steve fucking Rogers was talking to you.

“Uh, yeah. I’m looking for Bucky Barnes.”

Something strange flashed in his eyes. You swear his chest puffed out a little more and a guard went up. “What did you want with him?”

“He invited me over today. Something about taking a walk in the park.”

“Bucky doesn’t take walks in the park.”

“Bucky could have been talking in code for all I know. But he does know I’m coming.”

Steve stepped closer, crossing his arms. “I know his codes.”

You did your best not to cower, but he was so much bigger than you. One push and you’re certain he could pop one of your main arteries. “Can’t you just call him?”

“We have a roster of all the known visitors. If your name isn’t on the list, then you’re not allowed up. So let me go check—”

“It’s alright, Rogers. I invited her. Don’t pull the shield on an innocent.”

Bucky emerged from the hallway in that famous sweater and leather jacket combination you’ve seen him wear in paparazzi photos. But since it was actively snowing outside, his hair was down. Down and wavy and freaking conditioned.

“See, Captain Rogers? I wasn’t about to blow up the building.”

Steve looked you up and down, sneering for a second before it turned into something kinder. Was this the famous Captain America? Rude and overprotective? You understand that you’re a stranger and Bucky Barnes wasn’t a person to venture out all that often, but did you look menacing? Was there some kind of sign hanging over your head that read: Evil Hooker?

Or.

Steve never mentioned you being a hooker. A sex worker, even. Nothing of the sort came out of his mouth. He actually believed you to be Bucky’s… friend.

So Tony Stark and Bucky were the only ones who knew about this deal. Well, and Pepper Potts and Maria Hill. It made this whole thing a lot more comfortable. You didn’t really want the Captain America knowing you were hired to “fuck” his friend.

“Where did you meet?”

Bucky grumbled something incoherent underneath a heavy breath, glaring at his friend as he rushed to stand next to you. Not touching, but still… protective. And that little detail made you feel ten times greater than the star-spangled man.

“We met last week. At the bakery down the road. Now if you’ll excuse us,” Bucky explained, tilting his head for you to follow him. He began walking back to the hallway he came from, not sparing another glance over a shoulder. You met Steve’s eye—his incredibly judgmental eye—and gave him a tight smile.

“Bucky usually tells me about girls,” Steve interrupted you mid-step, speaking low enough that not even the super soldier ahead of you could hear.

“I don’t know your relationship,” you reasoned.

“No,” Steve sighed, looking you up and down again. “You don’t.”

You squinted at the man, suddenly angry, but you did yourself a favor and reeled in the frightful emotion. He had a shield and super strength, but the ball forming in your stomach had every indication of barreling through those things. Being looked down upon by men did something to you. It made you vicious, and rightfully so. A sort of viciousness that turned light blue to red and urged you to claw downward.

“It was nice meeting you, Captain.”

You turned on your heel, head held high, swallowing the neanderthal rage pounding through your veins.

    Bucky really liked milking the fuck out of the heater. Your cheeks were hot and you were starting to sweat in your boots.

“Tea? Coffee?”

“You got bread?”

Bucky, looking away from you,  paused. Quite comically, you might add. He lowered the coffee pot and turned around, one eyebrow high and lips threatening to widen into a grin. “I have bread.”

“And butter?”

“I’ve got bread and butter.”

“Good, because I’m starving.”

Bucky pulled out a long roll of French bread—freshly baked—and removed the packaging. He sliced a few pieces, piling them in a small basket. Then he got some packaged butter from the fridge. Not just any butter. Those tiny packets of butter from Panera. Dozens of them.

“You’re my favorite Avenger.”

Bucky snorted, buttering a piece of bread for himself. He stood while you sat on one of the barstools, buttering your own piece as well. “All it takes is to feed you, huh?”

“Well, when I asked for bread and butter, I was expecting you to toast some wheat bread and pull out the margarine.”

“Never. This is my favorite peasant dish. Might as well have fresh ingredients.”

You covered your mouth, laughing softly. “A peasant dish, huh?”

Bucky shrugged. “My Ma used to make this. But sometimes she’d head down to the Puerto Rican stores and buy some tortillas. I’d eat them with butter and jelly.”

“Please tell me they were flour and you at least heated them up.”

“I am not as uncultured as I look.”

Now that made you grin big.

You two ate in a comfortable silence, awkward questions stored for until after your stomachs were full. In the meantime, you glanced around Bucky’s apartment. You noticed things you didn’t have the time to notice yesterday.

Small accents on the walls: drawings, picture frames, and hanging ornaments. Drawings Captain Rogers most likely drew. Pictures that only showed Bucky, Steve, and Sam. Ornaments that didn’t have Christmas accents exactly, but rather the names of each individual Avenger. Like those Avengers made the ornament themselves. It was a personalized apartment, after all. Like Bucky valued his personal space and wanted it to be comforting when he returned from a hard day of battling the bad guys.

Kind of like you.

Your apartment was full. Like, literally. Counters full of picture frames, Etsy art, sweaters strung randomly. It was homey and warm, made to be welcoming.

You wonder if Bucky feels the same: Like more will never be enough.

“We can play 20 questions! Though, it might get kind of boring unless we search up the question chart—”

“I don’t like being touched.”

You paused, mouth wrapped around a strangled syllable. Something cracked in your throat before you cleared it, the remnants of the end of a word. “Alright, straight with it. Got it.”

“I was tortured and brainwashed and abused and sexually assaulted while in Hydra custody. That’s why I’m comfortable with hiring you. You have a choice, and you give me a choice. The two go hand in hand.”

You wanted to say something. Anything. But nothing especially intelligible sprang to mind.

“And don’t apologize or tell me, ‘Damn, that sucks.’ I’ve heard enough of it throughout my two years of freedom.”

“Then I’m drawing a blank.”

His lips twitched, but he continued, “Just… Be normal with me. Just don’t touch me.”

“No touch at all? What if I have to push you out of the way of a moving car?”

He made a noise resembling a chuckle. “I’d probably survive it.”

Not even to save his life? Alright, you can work with that. This man simply wanted companionship and you were an expert in that, too. Kendall enjoyed touching your waist or holding your hand during dinner, kissing you on the cheek or hugging you for too long. But he was, first and foremost, seeking company. And since this Christmas Ball called for nothing more than your company, everything was settled.

“And don’t get me wrong,” Bucky started, looking pained as he spoke. “I want to… I just…”

“Bucky,” you said, keeping your voice soft. “Is there something else you want to ask me to—”

“I want to learn how to touch people again. For them to stand near me again. To not… panic when someone raises a hand for a fucking high-five.”

You nodded, somewhat understanding. “It’s a gradual process. Some of the girls who experienced abuse while working or by monogamous partners described it that way.”

“Do I just need to get used to it?”

You shook your head. “It’s more like… Reminding yourself that sweet touches exist, too. That casual touches are just that. Casual. That accidental touches are bound to happen.”

“Tricking my mind into it.”

“Perhaps. But then again, it won’t be a trick that far down the road. It will be real.”

Bucky grumbled, looking down at the counter. Ideas were flying around in your head. Things to get him reacting well to you being around, the smallest of jump scares, ideas for the softest touches.

But this wasn’t just any client. This was Bucky Barnes. World War Two veteran, prisoner of war, war hero, Avenger.

That was who you were trying to help.

And you had the perfect method for introduction.

“Up for a walk?” you suggested, hopping off the barstool and grabbing your purse.

Bucky stood slowly, raising an eyebrow. “To where?”

“The fun is in the surprise!”

Bucky Barnes looked you up and down, assessing, but ultimately took a chance. He followed you out of the apartment, locking the door behind him.

And that alone was an achievement.

He followed you.

You would not fail him now.

~

     “Keep up with me!”

Bucky tried his best to keep the rumble of his laugh minimal. He wanted to be nice, to make this experience comfortable for you, too. But he didn’t want to seem overeager—What if you took it the wrong way? What if you expected something from him? So Bucky did his absolute best to not smile fully, to keep his laughs low, to keep his hands in his pockets.

He jogged to catch up, nearly slipping on ice. He doesn’t know how you haven’t fallen and face planted yourself. You were wearing running shoes—Bucky, and he has been chastising himself since you arrived at his front door, completely assumed you would be wearing heels. Everything he knows about sex workers is unbuttoned blouses and shoes too difficult to walk in. But then again, there are the ones who make their income on the internet.

You twirled and clapped your hands together, looking up at the sign that blinked through the layer of freshly fallen snow.

And Bucky made it a goal to google everything about sex workers in the modern age, because he feels like he should be punched in the face and spit on.

Oh.

Bad thing to think about right now. Bucky never liked when that happened to him back then.

“You want to get used to touch again? Start here!”

The Manhattan Kennel.

“Animals?”

You snorted, pulling open the door. Bucky raced to hold it open for you, internally cursing that you weren’t more careful.

“You can’t just barrel into someplace without assessing the possible threats!” Bucky whispered-screamed as close as he could to your ear. He understood that it was just a kennel… But to not search for threats ahead of you? Bucky takes it upon himself to do just that.

Two workers behind the counters, both male and in their early thirties. Surrounded by what looked like parrots and turtles—

“You think I, as a hooker, don’t look for threats?”

Bucky blinked, swallowing the embarrassing lump in his throat. You continued, “Two males, both of which look like they could carry me out easily. My purse has pepper spray and a pocket knife. I know how to break a nose with the heel of my hand. The dude on the left has a broken leg, by the way. And I’m pretty sure the one on the right is eyeing you instead of me.”

“Welcome to the Manhattan Kennel! How can we help you both find your lifelong friend?” the man on the right said, his voice a little higher-pitched than Bucky was expecting.

“Exactly,” you finished.

Bucky turned to you, hoping his equal amount of disbelief and proud astonishment were visible.

So he underestimated you. Okay. Bucky was thinking of kicking himself in the ass later, anyway.

“Do you have an area where we can sit and have the little angels run all over us?” you asked.

“Right up here,” the worker responded, as if that was a common request.

Was Bucky going to react well to this? Hell if he knows. He’s never exactly interacted with animals after his time with Hydra. They don’t incite the same amount of discomfort he usually feels when a human being stands near him. And Sam held a Veteran Dog event just last month—not that Bucky went, but he did see them being led into the compound.

But this did seem like a good idea. In theory. At least you weren’t touching him.

“We’ve got a mix of dogs this season. Big ones, little ones, fluffy mates, seniors, puppies—Was there any kind you wanted to look at?”

You turned to Bucky, your eyebrows raised sweetly and doe-eyes waiting for an answer. Were your eyes naturally that big?

“Um,” Bucky stuttered, swiping a nervous hand down the back of his neck. His metal fingers got caught in the loose strands of his hair-bun. “The seniors sound nicer.”

“Perfect!” the worker cheered, “Just make yourselves comfortable in the green playpen and I’ll have about five dogs come around right now.”

The worker exited, leaving the two of you alone. Bucky created a respectable distance, clearing his throat uncomfortably as you obviously pretended not to notice.

“Do you like dogs?” you asked.

“Never really gave it much thought.”

“Really? I like both dogs and cats. I love all animals equally. I don’t segregate.”

Bucky chuckled, wiping his bottom lip softly. “You mean, discriminate?”

“That, too.”

“Are you looking to adopt one today?” he fished, kicking an invisible pebble with his left foot. Looking down at his feet calmed him a bit.

“Don’t have the space. I’d love to adopt a tiny, little Shih Tzu, though.”

That pulled a small smile to his lips. “You look like someone who would twin with a small dog.”

“You’re not far off. I’d match Christmas sweaters and everything.”

He was in the middle of imagining you squeezing a Shih Tzu sized head through a doggy sweater when the shelter worker returned, clicking his tongue in a call to the dogs behind him. Several older dogs, white around the mouth and eyebrows, came barreling through the small gate. They ignored him at first, finding their own scents much more interesting. But they took notice the moment you fell to your knees, squealing in excitement and comments of sweet praise. Three dogs, a golden retriever and two corgis, barreled into you. Licking in eagerness, barking with elation, searching for your hands so they may pat their heads and tickle their ears. You obliged wholeheartedly, deciding to lay down and take the rushed steps to your stomach, your chest. You laughed and awed, nowhere close to stopping, in a strange and soft element.

You were on your back with weight on your chest, and you weren’t screaming in terror. You were reaching out and fluffing hair on the top of the dogs’ heads, and you weren’t breaking any fingers. Your clothes were being pulled and scratched at, but not torn off.

You were happy. Pumped with glee and spirit.

It damn near made Bucky tear up.

“You want to pet some?” the worker asked, staying by the gate. There were two other dogs drinking from the water bowls in the corner, minding their own business. The chihuahua drank and drank, while the other—a German shepherd—stared at him. The dog tilted his head, his tongue slipping out quickly to swipe at his nose. He made no move to approach Bucky. He just stared, interested, and kind.

Bucky hesitated, glancing over at you for a signal. You turned toward him, grinning from ear to ear, holding one of the corgis to your chest. You didn’t seem to mind the fuzzy butt near your neck.

“It’s up to you,” you clarified, doing your best to shrug. “But this would be a good first exercise.”

You didn’t divulge more information than needed in front of a stranger. The worker made no indication he had even heard at all. So Bucky lowered himself down to his knees, then onto his bottom, crossing his legs in an easy pretzel. He removed his gloves, breathing in long, calculated breaths. Preparing himself to be trampled—with paws, not with boots.

The German shepherd inched closer, curious, his beautiful brown and black coat mesmerizing Bucky. It had been a while since Bucky had seen a German shepherd. Last time was during the war. Steve had just returned with a small, rescued unit and gave his tent over to an injured sergeant. The man, who Bucky recalled as having the most gorgeous green eyes, had given his cot to his equally injured dog. With a horrid gunshot wound in his shoulder, the soldier sat on the cold, forest floor and wrapped his dog’s leg. Bucky hadn’t questioned him, hadn’t spoken much to the soldier, really.

All he remembered about that encounter was saying, “Describe the landscape of where you were held captive,” and the soldier replying, “This rascal probably remembers better than me.” Bucky couldn’t actually ask the dog the same question so he nodded his thanks, and never saw the dog or the soldier again.

Bucky figured it was safer to hold his flesh hand out first—safer for the dog. He highly doubted he would lose a finger to a dog with half his original teeth. The dog sniffed, nuzzling his nose in Bucky’s palm, groaning softly. Bucky released a shaky breath, one that hurt a little as it exited his lungs, but he sat still. He sat completely frozen, not risking moving, because this was the first time someone or something had touched him without him freaking out in a long time.

A paw repeatedly brushed against his knee, telling him to do more than just offer out his hand. So Bucky turned his hand over, rested it on the dog’s forehead, and pet him.

Then he used both hands.

Close to sobbing now, Bucky buried his face in the dog’s neck. The dog did the very same.

“Bucky?”

Bucky hummed, pulling the heavy dog closer.

“Did this make you happy?”

Bucky breathed in the mix of dust, dirt, and—weirdly enough—tortilla chips, that made up the dog’s coat. Honest in his answer, Bucky barely nodded as he mumbled, “It feels good to be hugged again.”

~

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes/reader #marvel fanfiction #mini-series #holiday fanfic #pretty woman au #captainsimagines #by Moni

[echonvoid]

My version of the Poppy Playtime protagonist. They’re based on Aliens Ripley but if older. They couldn’t remember a whole bunch from the week or so around the Hour of Joy; they were attacked by Huggy and managed to make it right outside the front doors with the help of one of the other employees, who, valiantly (read *stupidly*) ran back inside to try to help. He never came back out. Anyway, Protag was found by paramedics, but the inside was empty of bodies by the time they got there. There was a shit load of blood, and after a brief scan by the cops, they just shut that shit down. They lost a couple cops and paramedics, but mostly used their instincts and ran. Like smart people who survive a horror movie.

So the protagonist ends up in a couple month long coma and comes out of it with a severed nerve that connects to their larynx. Now they haven’t been able to properly talk for 30 years (ignore my math, I’m still unsure how I fucked it up so bad)

I can’t decide if they’re late 50s or 60s. They’re farsighted, but their reading glasses have broke, so it’s really hard to see all the small faded text (which is why you can’t just read any ole file while playing)

They feel guilty bc they had been so proud to be a part of something with so much benefit and joy to kids, and now they’re finding out the actual *EVIL* that was happening to those with connection to the place. They feel guilty bc they feel like they should’ve known; *how could they have let this all happen right underneath their very nose*;etc. etc. they also have a burning hatred for the other managerial heads in the company (they themselves being head of toy production; their name is destroyed bc the prototype was enraged that one of the five main evils of the company got away or some shit like that)

It took them a while to figure out how to live and function without speech; and after a few years of slogging through a comphet (compulsory heteronormative) marriage, they finally went through a nasty divorce. Shortly after they figured out their own gender identity (or at least started the awkward process of) and their own sexuality.

Thirty years later (almost on the dot) they got the message and tape that cried for help from the factory and nearly shit themselves. Proto definitely assumed that the company had just shut down, cuz you know that the cops were paid to keep a building with almost 500 (or so) employees, that went missing and were presumably dead, under wraps from the public. They’re definitely super grateful they’ve been doing tumbling and martial arts classes, so they have been in incredible shape and can do all the crazy shit required to stay alive.

Edit: this is what I’m gonna call the Survivor AU cuz I realize that the game takes place in 2005 and not, like, 2025. And we apparently played hooky during the “hour of joy” in canon lore. Oh well

God this chapter fucked me up, in a good way. It was spooky as fuck, tense and terrifying; they’ve super upped the quality. But now I have just enough brain rot and characters to attach to to actually go through and draw up the design that’s been banging around in my head for ever.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #the protagonist #the protagonist poppy playtime #fanart #poppy playtime fanart #the protagonist fanart #disabled headcanon #damn I love ripley from aliens #the fight between her and the xenomorph queen is a big inspiration for this #nonbinary #possibly canon nonbinary character #the brainrot is real #chapter 3 is actually damn unnerving #poppy’s angel #survivor au #the hour of joy

[dragonwysper]

FLIGHT RISING COMMISSION OFFER !!

ONE SLOT¹

¹ time sensitive offer. Closes in like half an hour or so. Claim first and elaborate second !!!

Status: AVAILABLE²

²probably won't begin right now, but gimme a commission for later!

I will draw ONE (1) dragon or character of your choice (outfits, skincents, and any extra details included).

I WILL DRAW³ ANYTHING⁴ !!!!

³ read: attempt, for complex details.

⁴ exceptions: hateful shit, shit that would get me in legal or moral trouble, obvious fetish content, straight up porn, excessive architecture/vehicles. I will however attempt mechs, accept fandom stuff or other people's characters (with permission from the creator to do this kind of stuff)⁵, do some reasonable nudity, and draw as much gore as you want.

⁵ for fandom art: you get a discount if I know and like the character/fandom.

Details can be hashed out in DMs 😎

Art examples with time/price estimates as reference:

Hyper-realism. This specific piece took me somewhere between 8 and 12 hours, and would be both the most expensive and the most limiting option. I'd probably charge you around 1,000G/kT or so for something like this and also be super picky about which dragon/character I do.

Lines and flat color. These are highly variable. For this first piece, it took me about an hour to an hour and a half to do each character, and then the height chart/layout took another couple hours since I had to do it almost from scratch. For the second, it took me probably 12 hours to complete the whole thing. Depending on the complexity of your dragon and how much of the body you want me to draw, I'll charge you anywhere from 200G/kT to 400G/kT.

Lines, color, and cel shading. Also highly variable. The bust took me about 4 or 5 hours to do, the little fullbody is incomplete, but has taken me probably 9 or 10 hours so far, and the Zim portrait (my current PfP) took maybe 6 or 7 hours. Depending on the details, I'll probably charge you somewhere in the realm of 400G/kT to 750G/kT.

Lineless (more or less). This piece took me I think like 6 or 7 hours. Depending on details, I can crank 'em out faster though. I'll charge you something around 200G/kT to 400G/kT.

Discord-style emoji. These take me just a couple hours to do. I need a reference image of the emoji you want me to draw your dragon as, and I may need to do some pre-planning, but these are usually fairly quick and easy. 175G/kT would work nicely.

Experimental. Give me a program to use (I use Clip Studio Paint as the default, but I can also use MSpaint for crisp pixelly art and Toon Boom for animations) and/or a style/vibe to embody, or just tell me to go batshit, and I'll do it. These can be worked out individually. MSpaint drawing is incomplete and has taken probably 5 hours so far (though I can do these faster), and other piece took like 7 hours. Animations, depending on length and complexity, can take me anywhere from 4 hours to several weeks. Price is too variable to really put something helpful, but for reference, an MSpaint drawing would probably be about 150G/kT to 250G/kT, something super stylized could be anywhere from 300G/kT to 500G/kT, and an animation would be 1,000G/kT or above.

If you're unsure on what you want, point out a piece you like and I'll give you a price/time estimate based on that and your character, or give me a price/time limit and I'll give you some options.

#flight rising #commissions open #commission me #art #buy my art #flight rising art #art commissions #animation commission #my art

[changelingscribbles]

I seriously want to draw fanart for the PossessIan AU. If I have time sometime this week I am absolutely going to try to sketch something out because IT’S JUST SO GOOD

First of all, I love “supernova” being Jack’s nickname for Ian. It gives off the perfect vibes, it’s less romantic than “sunshine,” but it’s also more casual, like something a friend would call you!!

Second of all, could I request some thoughts about what Jack and Ian’s “friendship” would be like? Thank you so much!! 😁

First off, thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about the Supernova nickname because I enjoy the play on words I came up with. Secondly, absolutely PLEASE feel free to draw fanart of it! I would love that, please tag me if you post it because I'd love to see it! :)

Now, onto the thoughts:

Jack and Ian's 'friendship' looks very different from the friendship we see in-game between MC and Jack, namely because Jack isn't interested in Ian that way, and while he's happy to be his friend, for real, he knows it'll be temporary because he wants to be back out in the real world again and Ian is how he's gonna do that. The first few weeks are all about lowering Ian's guard. Obviously, having some weird clown man come out of your TV is not the ideal basis for a friendly introduction, and it might've taken Jack a little too long to get Ian to stop screaming, but at least they could later pass it off as 'rehearsal' and not 'there's a freaky clown dude who came out of my TV and he's not trying to kill me or anything he's just really unsettling because he's not supposed to do that', because that would just make Ian sound craaaazy. The friendship begins sort of begrudgingly. Ian's got some hangups about the whole thing, mostly on account of his upbringing - ghosts and spiritual things tend to be the work of the Devil, and while he's not entirely sure he fully believes that, it's how he was raised. But Jack is so nice, and supportive, and helps around the house while Ian's busy with trying to get roles, so it's really hard to believe he's all that bad. Jack might even pull a few strings with Ian's career - he knows most of the old guys from back when they weren't so old, after all - thank goodness for good old Hollywood Elitism. He can tell Ian what they're looking for, and Ian can go ahead and use that advice to land roles - like a guide. Time goes on, and they find they can actually get along quite well - shared interests help, and after a while they're actually quite close. Ian will confide in Jack about things like his breakup with MC, and Jack will tell stories about SunnyTime Town and how fun it was to be part of something like that. Jack finds himself falling for MC based on stories alone, and this is when he makes the decision to speed up his plans so he can have MC sooner. It's around this time that Jack starts up the nickname. Every friend deserves a nickname, and he wants Ian's to fit him. He tests a few, but none stick until Supernova - a star that suddenly increases greatly in brightness because of a catastrophic explosion that ejects most of its mass. That's exactly what's going to happen, after all. Jack's going to help him shine so brightly...and then eject most if not all of him from his body. He's a little sad about that. He knows it has to happen, it's always been the plan, but it's been expedited with his need to be with MC. He won't have as much time with Ian as he thought they'd have. He encourages Ian to make the drastic decision to up and visit MC to convince them to come back to him. Ian's unsure, but desperate - almost as desperate as Jack himself. "It'll be great, Supernova, trust me - grand gestures are super romantic! They're going to see you like a whole new person."

#sdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack #swwsdj #possess-ian au

[hyliasblade]

Stats

Note: This blog is run as if the character themself is using the website, and so all posts will be considered to be in-character unless otherwise stated.

This Link is based mostly as a mix of Twilight Princess and Skyward Sword’s Links, but technically he is all of them, since he’s been all of them. This version doesn’t exist in any of the canon games, just… after? I guess? He remembers each of his incarnations, too. Ultimate Link™, I guess??

This takes place maybe a couple centuries after BOTW. Not sure what TOTK is going to do with the timeline yet, so until I've played it, we'll be disregarding it for now. I know the Quest page says something slightly different, but I'm writing this like months after that, so this is what's canon for this particular blog.

(Don’t underestimate him based on his disarming demeanor, this man is a fucking beast in battle. If you are a Threat, he will Destroy. He is the epitome of Bite Maim Kill but only if he has to be.)

Hey guys I wrote a whole ass abridged story for this Link’s totally legendary adventure: check it out here. (click the ‘quest’ link or type hyliasblade.tumblr.com/quest if tumblr fucks with the hyperlinks again I fucking can’t with this website sometimes istg)

GENERAL

Name: Link

Birthday: February 21

Age: 21

Gender: Link (He’s Just Link)

Pronouns: He/they

Orientation: Zelda (probably bi, actually)

Abilities: Wields the Triforce of Courage, and has some sort of influence over the way time flows around him, or his own movement through time (Can speed up/slow down/pause his own passage through time, I guess). Very strong for their size, and contains an immense amount of courage (and foolhardiness) to face any threat no matter how terrifying.

APPEARANCE

Hair: Dirty blonde, about shoulder-length, very messy, usually hidden under their signature green cap.

Eyes: Vibrant blue

Height: 5'3" He is Tiny but he is Mighty.

Tattoos: The symbol of the Triforce, emblazoned on the back of his left hand. He was born with this symbol, and it represents his possession of the Triforce of Courage.

Piercings: Simple ear lobe piercings, usually containing blue hoops.

Scars: Link’s body is littered with battle scars, big and small. Usually the most noticeable are a scar creeping up his neck from under his tunic, and a gash in his right ear.

HEALTH

Physical: Link suffers from chronic pain due to all of the injuries he’s acquired in battle in his life, mostly joint and nerve pain. He tries extremely hard not to show his pain and exhaustion on the outside, but it’s often much easier said than done, and just as often takes far more energy than it’s worth, but he can’t have Princess Zelda noticing and worrying, now can he? (Princess Zelda still does notice and worry, despite Link’s best attempts)

Mental: Lifetimes of pain and trauma, including the trauma Link has experienced in this life, have given them some severe PTSD, alongside other mental health issues. They’re so used to being hurt, used, and then tossed aside like the tool they’re meant to be over and over again that the idea that they could be anything but a useless weapon after their destiny is fulfilled once again is almost preposterous to them. Still, he tries to keep his head up and make himself useful in anyway he can, for better or worse.

OTHER/MISC

Link is left-handed. This isn’t super relevant but it’s very important that you all are aware that Link is a lefty king.

This iteration of Link is selectively mute; they’re able to speak but struggle with it quite a bit. He can usually speak to Zelda for the most part, but with others, it’s a bit harder. Uses Hylian Sign language when speech evades him.

Simultaneously No Thoughts Head Empty and Many Thoughts Head Full. Knowledge and memories of all of his past lives leave him a bit confused at times, and unsure when and where he is. Zelda also has this problem from time to time, and the two of them help each other ground themselves in the here and now when these episodes happen.

Forget Ganon and Demise, Link’s true nemesis throughout lifetimes is cuccos. Those little shits are up to something, and Link is going to find out what that is.

Link is a hose boy. This is extremely important.

Tumblr is fucking killing me deleting this link over and over again and I’ve fucking had it up to here.. Go to hyliasblade.tumblr.com/misery . This is the most important point of all.

#pages

[shoppncarticles]

The Geodude Family

Haha, oh man. Sorry, but just look at Geodude. This is far from a new criticism, but whenever old fans chastise newer Pokemon for seeming bland and uninspired, I feel like attention always has to be drawn back to Geodude. Sure, there are some more obvious options in the first generation for unimaginative designs, but Geodude is literally just a rock with arms. Its name also implies it should draw elements from a geode in some regard, but it’s lacking any apparent crystals. Lame!

I won’t lie, Geodude does at least have some amusing qualities to it, just look at it. It’s a rock head with real man arms, that says Dude all the time. If nothing else Geodude is just funny.

Oh yeah, it’s also the ‘Dex’s first Rock type. Rock and Ground may seem a bit redundant, especially when half of the Rock types in the first generation also share the Ground type, but it makes a little more sense when looking at the whole, modern collection of Rock types. Rock encompasses stones, gems, and as we’ll later see, fossils. Ground meanwhile covers the earth, soil, and sand. There’s a difference! Rocks are super-effective on Flying types while Ground type attacks can’t touch them, for instance.

Geodude also has a pension for exploding if it gets ticked off enough, which is an odd but still kinda neat trait for a rock guy to have.

Anyways, Geodude is able to evolve into Graveler, who becomes a bigger, meaner hunk of rocks and pebbles, featuring a second pair of arms. Weird that they did this both with Graveler and Machamp, especially since it doesn’t seem especially relevant to Graveler’s design. As a small, characterizing detail, Graveler is said to eat rocks, and even prefer those that are mossy. That’s a nice little touch.

There isn’t much more to say on Graveler, except the fact that in researching info just in case I missed anything, I found that Bulbapedia claims that Graveler’s four arms may be based on the Hindu Gods Shiva and Vishnu, somehow. Not to be a buzzkill, guys, but I don’t think there’s exactly an intended connection here.

Then Graveler becomes Golem. I’m glad I wasn’t too attached to Graveler and whatever direction it was going in, because whatever this is it’s completely different. I do find something kind of cool with the reptilian head and clawed limbs poking out of a giant boulder, as if it were some kind of creature that curls up into a ball for defense, but this is just how Golem is all the time. Not bad, but not particularly captivating either.

Then… Geodude also gets an Alola form, for each member of its family.

…do I have to talk about them though? They’re themed around electromagnetism, reflected by now being Rock/Electric type, while also being a play on words of Thundereggs, geode-like stones which are filled with crystalline ash.

The form change is just so… basic, though. Geodude with a few magnetic shards stuck to its body. Even the more basic regional forms like Vulpix and Sandshrew alter their body shape a little bit, Geodude just adds a few shards here and there. It’s kind of telling that Geodude's family was the single Alolan form family that wasn’t shown off in the prerelease period, as if Game Freak were unsure about its overall quality and marketability.

Alolan Graveler adds some more magnetic shards to its body, and some yellow chunks too. Alright. Maybe if regular Graveler didn’t already exist and already sponge up what enjoyment I had for grey-brown rock dudes I might be more inclined to appreciate it for filling a basic niche, but it has to compete with its older brother for that right.

The magnetic rocks are supposed to evoke bushy hair in Graveler’s design here, giving it thick eyebrows, mutton chops, and some arm hair. It’s an alright idea and does it a little more charm, but this is something Pokemon had already done at this point with Probopass, who fit the magnetism theme a lot better by being a compass and also a Moai head. The Geodude line here doesn’t really have a reason to hold it beyond the thunderegg comparison, which they don’t evoke well enough, in my opinion.

Alolan Golem at least does a bit more differently with its design, having a mustache and beard of magnetic rocks and a full cannon on its back, and stubbier arms for whatever reason. The cannon is a cool idea, but it doesn’t really get enough focus since Golem doesn’t get to do anything with it. It doesn’t have any unique moves which draw attention to it in its animations, and when it is animated it’s usually for Special Attacks, which Golem’s stats aren’t built to use frequently. 

Score: 2/5

I recognize the Geodude family as classic members of the first generation and iconic pioneers of the Rock type, which is the nicest way I can refer to them, but they don’t really do it for me. The Alolan forms aren’t much better either.

[Gen 1 Archive]

#pokemon #pokemon review #geodude #graveler #golem #alolan geodude #alolan graveler #alolan golem

[despairandregretentertainment]

Huh!? || Benny || Trial 2.3 || RE: Kei, Castor, Lister, Kei

Huh. 

Huh!? Were people accusing her, that was insane, she felt her face tighten and contort as she tried to listen to their words and not just snap in anger and frustration. She was not good under pressure, people were always the types to jump to conclusions and she was the type to yell when that happened. But for once in her life seeing the situation in front of her, she decided yelling wouldn’t be a good idea. She held her hand to her chest for a moment and took a deep breath to calm herself down, deciding to address things in order that she heard them.

“I’m going to politely choose to ignore the masked whore and continue calling Kei whatever the fuck I want first of all, because you fuckers have no fucking clue what you’re talking about.” She grit her teeth speaking through them only making her anger more clear. “You clearly want me to clear my name so sure, I’ll be happy to.” 

First she looks to Castor.

“My guess on the white powder not being in the tea was just that, a guess, I happened to be right, but it made sense to me since there was so much of it in the cup, it was just a hunch so I’m sorry about that.” She pulled her collar. “I’ll try not to comment on things I’m unsure about for the time being. Assumptions are sorta my thing.”

She turned her attention away from her investigation partner and towards Lister, his accusations were pretty annoying, especially because they implicated her into them, and Kei over here was backing it up saying she had some kind of accomplice, she could probably address both of them at once. Crossing her arms she looked to the side, still trying to let the anger stay within her stomach or risk making herself look bad. Everybody was really starting to get on her nerves at this rate. She tapped her arm gently.

“You all think it was me so much but theirs kinda a lot of problems with all that yeah? I mean who the fuck would help me kill somebody? You think El’ would do that?” She scoffed. “El hates me, she thinks I'm annoying, and not to mention I hate her back.” She gestured vaguely. “So that kinda defeats the whole accomplice thing yeah?” She scowls. “Plus I’m not strong enough to kill somebody, I couldn’t fight somebody struggling on the ground if I tried, it just wouldn’t happen, they’d easily be able to overpower me in the end.”

She was trying her best to come up with something to defend herself, but it was hard given everybody being so sure about this accomplice thing.

“The only evidence we have that there was an accomplice is two little teacups yeah? So why are we assuming all this just based on that?! Surely there's some other explanation that yall are overlooking! I didn’t kill nobody!”

She didn’t really have a rock solid defense on the matter. In the end all she could really do was give her own feelings.

“My waist belt is fine, its undamaged, you can look at it if you want, but there ain't no touch ups done to it… So fuck off with all this bullshit.”

Ah, the dams were breaking, she was getting angry.

“You’re all a bunch a fuckin’ nobodies! Stop flinging your stupid accusations at me from those disgusting sewage filled mouths of yours and instead think a little more clearly on the fucking case! You’re clearly missing something super fucking important!” She was yelling now. “I aint go no reason to murder nobody, plus bodies and blood make me queasy! So why the fuck would I do this!”

#submission

[tricksters-captain]

Bucky Barnes imagines - Some Sunny Day Part 2

AN: I’m splitting episode 3 into two chapters because so much happens. 

Summary: Before the Blip, you and Bucky were close. After you both returning and Tony’s funeral, you decided to go back to your home town to spend time with your family. When duty calls, you return.  

In this chapter: Despite your protests, Bucky seeks out Zemo (Based on S1 EP3)

(PART 1 HERE)

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Sam Wilson x Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 5,196

Warnings: Spoilers for episode 3, violence, strong language. 

You watched Bucky as he sat beside you on the aircraft. 

“Do you mind?” Bucky’s side eye didn’t make you look away. 

“I’m just trying to see what’s going through that head of yours.” You confessed. You were all on your way to Germany to visit Zemo. It wasn’t a plan you were happy with but it was the plan. 

“Don’t bother.” Bucky frowned, looking down at his hands on his lap. “And don’t ask me if I think this is a good idea again.” 

“I wasn’t going to ask that.” You turned away from the man.

“What was it then?” Bucky asked. 

“I was going to ask if you were sure you wanted to do this.” It was another question you had already asked 20 times or more but you couldn’t shake the overwhelming feeling of anxiety about this trip. 

“She has a right to be worried, Buck. The last time you were alone with Zemo, you ended up putting (Y/n) through three windows.” Sam reminded you both of what happened the last time you were in Berlin. 

“It won’t happen this time.” Bucky tried to reassure you both but you still felt uneasy. 

After another hour or so Sam announced that you were almost there. 

It was a short drive to the prison from the airport but once you were inside, you felt your chest begin to tighten again. 

“He’s just through that corridor.” The German guard gestured up ahead and that’s when Bucky stopped you. 

“Alright. Give us a sec.” Bucky instructed the security guard before turning to you and Sam. “I’m gonna go in alone.”

“Why?” Sam asked, 

“You’re Avengers. You know how he feels about that.” Bucky said as he looked between the two of you. 

“It’s not like you two were known for frolickin’ in the sun together.” Sam felt he needed to remind Bucky of the past again. However, Bucky stood his ground. 

“He was obsessed with HYDRA. We have a history together. Trust me. I got it.” 

“Buck...” You started, 

“I got it.” He repeated himself before you could say anything else. 

You watched Bucky head through the doors alone. 

“Let’s wait outside. This place gives me the creeps.” Sam encouraged you to follow him to which you didn’t do without hesitation. 

Sam brought you a hot drink as you sat on a bench outside. 

“I forgot how worried he can make you.” Sam admitted as he sat down beside you.

“I’ve seen what he went through, Sam. All of it leading up to Zemo. I just... I don’t want it happening to him again.” You knew you couldn’t explain the extent of why you cared for Bucky. 

“You love him.” Sam said. It wasn’t a question but rather a statement. “I can see it clear as day. Anyone could if they stuck around long enough.” 

“Why are you bringing this up, Sam?” You sighed, looking away from him. 

“Because it’s also obvious that he loves you too. You run around driving each other crazy with worry but you have none of the good stuff that comes with being in love with someone.” 

“What do you know about love, Don Juan?” You chuckled as you tried to lighten the tone.

“I know it when I see it.” Sam smiled but there was a sadness behind his eyes. 

“Things are complicated, Sam.” You muttered, “You already know that.” 

“Well I also think that if Bucky got some he’d be a whole lot less angsty all the damn time.” You knew Sam only said it to make you laugh but you still gave him a whack for the comment. 

“Shut up, Sam.” You shook your head, trying not to smile at the inappropriate comment. 

Sam kept you entertained by a couple of silly games of rock, paper, scissors before Bucky returned. 

“Come on, I got some information. We gotta go.” Bucky hurried you and Sam along. 

“Just like that?” You were surprised that Zemo even spoke to Bucky at all. 

“A location. I’ll explain everything once we get there.” Bucky wasn’t giving you much information and it was making you a little suspicious. 

“Hey, hey, hey...” Sam ran after Bucky, stopping him. “You gotta give us a little more than that.”

“Zemo agreed to help us after hearing that there were more super soldiers. It was his life ambition to stop the winter soldier programme and he’s given us a lead.” Bucky explained. 

“And you’re just gonna trust his word?” You probed. 

“There’s not much else we can do.” Bucky did make a point. 

It didn’t take long to reach the large warehouse/garage that Bucky wanted to go to. 

Bucky on the way had started rambling about breaking Zemo out of jail in order to help you guys which sounded ridiculous to you. 

“Tell me you’re joking, Buck.” You pleaded, unsure whether he had lost his mind entirely. 

“He’s our best shot at finding who is making the serum and he’d be a lot more useful out than in.” Bucky opened the door to the building and you followed him inside.

“What are you talking about? You wanna break Zemo outta jail? Where are we, Buck? Have you lost your mind?” Sam was just as lost as you were as he shot questions at Bucky. 

“We have no leads, no moves, nothing.” Bucky sighed as you made your way in with your flashlights. 

“What we have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind bars.” Sam argued. 

“We also have eight Super Soldiers that are loose.” Bucky retorted. 

“Anyway, I thought this was a lead?” You tried to look around but the place was badly lit. There were mainly mechanic tools and lots of storage scattered around. 

“It’s complicated.” Bucky frowned.

“What’s complicated is Zemo. He’s gonna mess with our minds. Especially yours. No offence.” Sam shone his flashlight at Bucky as he spoke. 

“Offence.” Bucky didn’t look impressed as he found the light switch. “Super Soldiers go against everything he believes in. He is crazy, but he still has a code.” 

“I’ve been on the wrong side of that code and so have you. He blew up the UN, he killed King T’Chaka and framed you for it. Did you forget that? You think the Wakandans forgot about it? It’s a rhetorical question. They didn’t. I know why this matters to you, but it’s pushing you off the deep end.” Sam stepped closer to Bucky. You couldn’t deny that Sam had a point. Zemo was the one who tore the avengers apart by framing Bucky.  “We don’t know how they’re gettin’ the serum. We don’t even know how many of them there are.” Bucky couldn’t give up. “Let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I?”

“What did you do?” Sam narrowed his eyes at Bucky. 

You were busy looking inside the car that was revealed by the lights coming on. 

“I didn’t do anything.” Bucky shook his head before he continued with his ‘hypothetical’. 

“The weakest point in any system isn’t the software, the hardware, it’s the meatware. The human element. Now, in this lockup, it’s nine to one, prisoners to guards. And if two prisoners start fighting, then the protocol says four guards have to respond.”

“So why would two prisoners randomly start fighting at that moment? Who knows?” Sam questioned. 

“There could be many reasons…” Bucky shrugged. “But the point is, these things escalate. Lockdown procedures would have to be initiated, and with all those bodies flying around left and right, wouldn’t be hard to slip down a hallway or two.

At this point, you stopped looking around and looked over at Bucky with your arms across your chest. You weren’t liking how thought out this plan was sounding. 

“And if the fire alarm got tripped while the prisoners were being separated someone could use the chaos to their advantage.” Bucky continued. 

“I don’t like how casual you’re bein’ about this. This is unnatural. Are you… And where are we, man?” Sam gestured around the place with confusion locked on his face. 

“Bucky, I’m with Sam on this one. I’ve got a bad feeling and–––” A door opening behind you cut you short. 

You turned around to see Zemo walk through the plastic door curtains. 

“Woah, woah, woah!” Sam jumped forward instructively. Bucky managed to stop him but he didn't stop you. 

You rushed towards Zemo and held the tip of one of your knives to his Adams apple as he held his hands up. 

“What are you doing here?” Sam shouted at Zemo before snapping back to Bucky.

“I didn’t tell ’cause I knew you wouldn’t let this happen.” Bucky admitted. 

“What did you do?” Sam pointed at Zemo in shock.

“We need him.” Bucky stated to which you chuckled harshly, pressing your knife a little harder. 

“You’re going back to prison!” Sam called over. 

“If I may..? “ Zemo tried to speak but you all shut him up with a unanimous ‘No.’

“Apologies.” Zemo mumbled. 

“(Y/n), put the knife down.” Bucky came towards you and wrapped his hand round your wrist. “Please?” 

You did. Slowly. 

“Look, when Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you both backed him. You broke the law, and you stuck your neck out for me. I’m asking you to do it again.” Bucky looked back and forth from you to Sam. 

“I really think I’m invaluable.” Zemo spoke again. 

“Shut up.” You rose the knife again to which Zemo took a step back and pretended to zip his mouth shut. 

“Okay.” Sam sighed after a moment of contemplation. “If we do this, you don’t make a move without our permission.”

“Fair.” Zemo nodded. 

“Bucky... You understand what this means right? If they find out we took Zemo, specifically you. We’ll be on the run again and I don’t know if there will be a pardon this time either.” The concern in your eyes made Bucky frown. 

“It’ll be alright. He's the only shot we got to stop these guys.” Bucky wasn’t sure if he believed his own words but he was praying that this was the best thing to do. 

“Alright.” You turned to Zemo. “So where do we start?”

Zemo gestured for you to follow him before taking you into another dark room. You kept your knife in your hand just in case.

He reached for the light switch to reveal a mass of classic cars. 

“So our first move is grand theft auto?” Sam cocked his eyebrow at the impressive collection.  

“These are mine. Collected by family over the generations. I spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the serum. Because once it’s out there, someone can create an army of people… like the Avengers.”  Zemo entered one of the cars and pulled out a bag. “I ended the Winter Soldier program once before. I have no intention to leave my work unfinished. To do this, we’ll have to scale a ladder of lowlifes.”

“Well, join the party. We’ve already started.” Sam told the man.

“First stop is a woman named Selby. Mid-level fence I still have a line on. From there, we climb.” Zemo took his bag and headed into another room. 

“Jesus... How big is this place?” You looked around to see it was full of clothes. 

“First I change and then we head to Selby.” Zemo placed the bag down before filing through one if the rails of clothes. 

“How are we supposed to get anywhere with Zemo on our hands? We can’t exactly call Torres and ask for a ride but please ignore the fugitive that’s coming with us.” You looked between the boys. 

“I will get us there.” Zemo told you. 

“Great.” You pressed a fake smile onto your face which Zemo chose not to acknowledge.

Before you knew it you were at the airport at Zemo’s private jet.

“So all this time you’ve been rich?” Sam’s eyes went wide at the sight of the plane.

“I’m a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country.” Zemo spoke as if it was well known information. You felt a pang hit you in the chest, it happened every time you thought of Sokovia... it was guilt. 

You watched Zemo greet an elderly man in a suit before you entered the jet. 

You sat furtherest away from Zemo, still feeling very uncomfortable about him being free and under your custody. 

You watched him sip on a glass of champagne like he had no worries in the world. 

“You don’t know what it’s like to be locked in a cell. Oh. That’s right you do.” Zemo reminded you of the time Tony had locked a lot of the avengers up. 

“Why don’t you tell us about where we’re going?” Sam suggested. 

 “I’m sorry. I was just fascinated by this. I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?” 

Before you could blink, Bucky had lunged forward and taken Zemo by the neck.  

“If you touch that again, I’ll kill you.” Bucky kept hold of Zemo for a second longer before sitting back down. You had fought the urge to get up and take hold of his arm to calm him down.  

"I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.” Zemo made no attempt at a sincere apology for the invasion of privacy.  

“Don’t push it.”  Bucky warned him.

“I’ve seen that book. It was Steve’s when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What’d you think?” Sam smiled as he thought back on the memory. 

“I like ’40s music, so…” Bucky shrugged. 

“You didn’t like it?” Sam seemed more shock to hear this than when he saw Zemo. 

“I liked it.” Bucky proclaimed. 

“It is a masterpiece, James. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience.” Even Zemo had to get involved. 

“He’s out of line, but he’s right. It’s great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.” Sam turned back to Bucky after giving side eye to Zemo. 

“I like Marvin Gaye.” Bucky repeated. 

“Steve adored Marvin Gaye.” Sam couldn’t drop it but you didn’t bother getting involved. 

You looked at the book in Bucky’s hands. You knew Steve had given it to him before but seeing it again after all this time brought up a hundred thoughts. You remembered the many things you had told Steve to watch or eat or listen to like ABBA, Mochi ice cream and pranking him by suggesting the twilight movie as must see. 

“You must have really looked up to Steve.” Zemo mentioning Steve made you look up again. “But I realised something when I met him. The danger with people like him, America’s Super Soldiers, is that we put them on pedestals.”

“Watch your step, Zemo.” Sam warned him. 

“They become symbols. Icons. And then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought. You remember that, right?” Zemo looked over at Bucky. “As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull? That is why we’re going to Madripoor.” 

“What’s up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Sam asked but you already knew of Madripoor. Anyone with links to the underworld of crime knew of Madripoor. 

“It’s an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago. It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s.” Bucky informed him. 

“It’s kept its lawless ways. But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.” Zemo looked down at his duffel bag of clothes that you had watched him pack before.

“What do you mean by that?” You finally chimed into the conversation. 

“James will have to retake the person of the Winter Soldier. You both will have a role to play also.” Zemo explained, turning to face you as you sat in the chair by the back wall of the jet. 

“Bucky, can I speak to you privately?” You looked past Zemo to Bucky. Bucky gave you a look to ask where would you go so you stood and opened the cabin toilets door. 

Bucky huffed before following you in.

“Bucky I’m not okay with this.” You whispered as you pressed yourself up against the wall so you could try and fit both you and Bucky a little more comfortably. 

“This isn’t up to you.” Bucky sighed. 

 “Everything about this situation is making every nerve in my body scream this is a bad idea.” You folded your arms across your chest as you stared up at Bucky. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that this is the only plan we got?” 

“I don’t trust him.” You kept your voice low as you threw your hand up in the direction of the door. 

“Do you trust me?” Bucky asked. 

“I’m starting to question it.” You muttered. 

Bucky just stared at you in response. 

“Yes, I trust you.” You grumbled, caving in. 

“Anyway I have you if things go bad.” Bucky tried to make light of the situation but you weren't impressed. 

You left the bathroom and remained silent until you drew closer to Madripoor. 

Upon your arrival in Madripoor, you were handed some clothes to change into. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” You held up the small material dress that you were meant to wear. 

“I had to choose a disguise that would cover your face. Too many people here would know you from your days before the avengers and after.” Zemo defended his choice of ‘costume’ for you. 

“So I’m assassin barbie?” You scoffed before taking to the bathroom to change. 

You slid on the black leather playsuit and boots, along with the mask that Zemo gave you. 

You felt exposed and uncomfortable. You managed to hide a few knives in your boots and you slid on a thigh holster to hold some more to make you feel like you were protected at least. 

“Loose the knives.” Zemo instructed. 

“Are you serious?” You were growing more agitated by the minute with this man. 

“You are playing an escort. You can’t have knives on show.” Zemo pointed to your holster. 

You bit down on your cheek as you removed it. 

“Fine.” You then left the plane to Sam and Bucky waiting outside. Bucky’s eyes went wide at the sight of you but he tried to hide it by clearing his throat and looking away. 

“We have to fix this. I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.” Sam was wearing a red patterned suit and chains. He didn’t look too bad in it either.

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp. You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.” Zemo handed Sam his phone revealing a picture of Conrad Mack.

“He even has a bad nickname. Hell, he does look like me, though.” Sam took the phone and looked down at the picture. 

“(Y/n) is playing your partner for the night. Conrad is known for his appreciation for the finer things in life and often has a woman on his arm Therefore, (Y/n), you must be attached to Sam’s hip the entire night.” Zemo filled you all in on the reason behind your disguise. 

“Excuse me, what?” Bucky almost choked at the idea of you having to be Sam’s woman for the night. 

“Well it is the only disguise that makes sense. She can’t be your girlfriend as you are the Winter Soldier. She can’t be mine as everyone knows I am loyal to my wife. She has to be the smiling tigers current whore.” 

“Watch your mouth.” Bucky hissed. 

“We all must play a part.” Zemo defended his choice of words. “You smell this?”

“Yeah, what is that? Acid?” Sam asked. 

“Madripoor. No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error. High Town’s that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town’s the other way.” Zemo gestured across the city as a car approached you all. 

“Let me guess. We don’t have any friends in High Town.” You sighed as Zemo opened the car door for you. 

“Not if we want the answers we are looking for.” Zemo climbed into the car after you and then the boys followed. 

It didn't take too long to find the way to low town. You had been to Madripoor before but it had been years ago. 

You did as you were ordered when you all exited Zemo’s car. You stuck by Sam, walking in the middle of Sam and Bucky. 

The air wasn’t cold but it felt thick, you could feel it sticking to your bare skin which gave you the desperate urge to take a long shower. 

“Here we are.” Zemo had brought you to a bar. It was busy and filled with a lot of men.  

“Ready to comply, Winter Soldier?” You heard Zemo ask Bucky in Russian. 

You heard whispers around you questioning if Bucky was who everyone thought he was. It made your gut clench with nerves but you didn’t let it show. 

“Hello, gentlemen. Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.” The bartender greeted Sam and Zemo but barely brushed a glance over you.

“His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby.” Zemo spoke for Sam. You then felt Sam wrap his arm around your waist. You leaned into him, batting your eyelashes first at Sam and then the bartender. 

“The usual?” The bartender asked Sam. He nodded, afraid that if he spoke then it would give away the facade. 

You were thankful you were wearing a face mask when you saw the drink made for the Smiling Tiger. You grimaced at the dead snake being cut open and then again when one of its organs was dropped into Sam’s shot. 

“Ah, Smiling Tiger. Your favourite.” Zemo picked up his own drink as he looked down at Sam’s. 

“I love these.” Sam forced himself to speak. 

“Cheers, Conrad.” Zemo and Sam touched glasses before Sam hesitantly shot back the drink. You could tell Bucky enjoyed watching that. 

“I got word from on high. You ain’t welcome here.” A man suddenly approached from behind and tapped Zemo on the shoulder. You felt Sam’s grip on you tighten protectively. 

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me...” Zemo held his hand out to show his new bodyguard. 

“New haircut?” The stranger looked Bucky up and down. 

“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo gave him the other option. The man retreated. 

“A power broker? Really?” Bucky spoke once the stranger had left.

“Every kingdom needs its king. Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?” Sam asked. 

“Only by reputation.” Zemo admitted honestly.

“In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner. You can’t visit low town without appearing on his radar.” You spoke up as you let yourself look around the room and take in just how many threats were around. 

“And you know this why?” Sam looked down at you. He must've forgotten your past. 

“I was a free agent before the Avengers. I've been here undercover a few times especially when I was a young teenager. Surprise Surprise evil guys like little girls.” You kept quiet in case anyone around was listening. 

Zemo suddenly spoke a command for Bucky in Russian once again and that’s when another stranger put his hands on Zemo. 

You watched Bucky follow orders and he didn’t hold back. 

He grabbed hold of the strangers wrist and pulled him off Zemo before attacking him and several others around. 

You took notice of those around with their phones out. Cameras...

You went to step forward when you felt Sam squeeze your side. He gave you a look that told you no. 

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo muttered to you and Sam. You wanted to punch him. 

Bucky slammed another man onto the bar and that’s when you heard the wave of guns cocking. 

Sam took hold of Bucky’s arm when Zemo told him to stay in character. 

Instead Zemo told Bucky to stand down once you were informed you could see Selby. 

Sam took hold of you hand and dragged you along side him as you all left the bar. 

“She isn’t welcome.” One of the guards stopped you before you could enter the room. 

“Excuse me?” Sam scoffed at the guard. “She’s with me and so she is welcome.” 

“Let her in!” You heard an English accent call from ahead. 

“You should know, Baron. People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.” Selby was an older woman with a white pixie cut and a sly grin. Sam remained stood and so did Bucky but Sam had commanded you to take a seat next to Zemo. 

“Not a demand. An offer.” Zemo was impressing you by how cool he was playing this. It also worried you. 

“A lot has changed since you were here last. By the way, I thought you were rotting away in a German prison. How did you escape?“ Selby asked. 

“People like us always find a way, don’t we? I’m sure you’ve already figured out what I’m here for.”

“You’re taller than I’d heard, Smiling Tiger.” Selby ignored Zemo as she eyed up Sam.” What’s the offer?”

“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum. And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.”Zemo had risen from his seat and held Bucky by the chin. 

“Now that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately. Yeah, you were right to come to me. Arrogant, but right. The super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank...Or condemn, depending on what side of this you’re on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but… things didn’t go as planned.” Selby fed you what she knew. 

“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?” Zemo questioned. 

“Oh. The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron. And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me.” Selby pushed herself from her seat and walked across the room. 

That’s when Sam’s mobile went off. 

“Answer it. On speaker.” Selby ordered. The gun behind Sam made him pull out his phone. 

“Hello?” He answered. 

“Hey, um, we need to talk about this situation. It’s been drivin’ me nuts.” A woman’s voice came through. 

“What situation exactly are you talkin’ about?” Sam tried his best to keep up his persona. 

“Are you high? You know what situation, it’s the only situation me and you have.” The woman’s attitude was not helping Sam’s case. 

“What situation, Sarah? Say it.” Sam demanded. 

“The damn boat. And watch your tone. Okay? I let you slide at the bank.” Sarah snapped back. 

“The bank. Yeah. Laundered so much...” Sam chuckled. “Yeah, they’ll come around.”

“If that was the case, then why’d they dog you out, Big Time?” Sarah asked. 

“Yeah, you damn right I’m Big Time. You’ll see when I have that banker killed.” Sam tried to seem intimidating but at that moment you knew you were screwed. You reached down into your boot to take a knife just in case. 

“Cass! What’d I tell you about the Cheerios? I don’t have time for this! Sam, I’m sorry. I’ll call you back.” Sarah had used Sam’s name and that was the end of it. 

“Sam? Who’s Sam?” Selby looked pissed. “Kill them!” She ordered but before her hired men could react, a bullet came through the window and shot Selby down. 

You snatched two knives from your boot and sent them into the guard behind Sam. 

Bucky immediately reacted with taking out the other guard. 

“They’re gonna pin this on us.” You took the knives from the body as the boys took the guns. 

“We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead.” Zemo’s order made the boys put their guns down but you just wiped your knives and placed them back in your boot. 

You left the club in a hurry. Text chimes went off around you and you knew the power broker had seen what happened. 

You were well and truly fucked. 

“This is not good.” Zemo’s last words before the shooting started. 

You took off alongside Bucky and Sam, cursing the fact that Zemo had put you in the most uncomfortable shoes on the planet. 

“I can’t run in these heels!” Sam shouted which almost made you laugh. 

“Down here!” You took a turn into an alley to get off the road as two mopeds appeared behind you. 

Before you could spin around to fight, a shooter had taken them out. 

“You seem to have a guardian angel.” Zemo looked just. as confused you felt. You weren’t aware you knew anyone who was in Madripoor at the moment. 

“Well, this is too perfect. Drop it, Zemo.” A familiar face soon revealed itself from the shadows. 

“Sharon?” Sam furrowed his brow at the woman. 

“You cost me everything.” Sharon ignore Sam as she spoke to Zemo. 

“Sharon, wait. Someone recreated the super-soldier serum and Zemo had a lead.” Sam stepped ahead of Zemo to protest him. 

“That explains why you guys are here. And Selby’s dead.”Sharon glowered at the four of you. 

“So what are you doing here?” Bucky asked the question on everyones mind. 

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass, so that you could save him from him. I didn’t have the Avengers to back me up. So I’m off the grid in Madripoor.” Sharon informed you.

“Don’t blow smoke. Both (Y/n) and I were on the run, too.” Sam didn't bother with feeling pity. 

“Was. Is. Big difference. I don’t speak to my family anymore. I can’t. My own father doesn’t know where I am.” Sharon shot back. 

“Listen, Sharon, we need your help.” Bucky interrupted her before she could say anything else.  

“Please.” You added. You and Sharon were friendly for a time before the world went to hell. You figured she’d help you at least. 

“This isn’t over. I have a place in High Town. You’ll be safe there for a while.” Sharon sighed, giving in and lowering her gun. 

“Thank you.” You pressed a small smile onto your face but Sharon didn’t reciprocate. 

She managed to get you to a car safely and you headed out of low town for the night. 

(PART 3 HERE)

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Activated My Trap Card

This one is VERY old. Even from before What A Bummer.

Tags: TheLounge?, CLC, Seungyeon, Yeeun, Eunbin, male reader insert, scary ladies, the most uncomfortable threesome with an audience of one, vote story

~~~~~

You stand in front of the door to Cube Entertainment's offices. You got a strange call a few days ago telling you to come to this address in order to "make a lot of money." You were worried that it might be something illegal, or a scam, but after you looked the address up you got a little excited.

And it seems like you were right to be! After a minute or two, the door opens and you see Seungyeon standing there, looking straight into your eyes. She's wearing a super low cut black tank top, a pair of jean shorts that look like they've been cut extra high for optimal showing off, and the most basic pair of black flip flops ever. She doesn't look surprised to see you.

"Yeah, there you are," she says in her deep, beautiful voice, putting her hands on her hips, "I knew you would be perfect. Come on in. I've got a job for you."

She stands aside to let you through the doorway and closes the door behind you.

Unsure of where to go, you wait for her to make the next move. She does exactly that, walking past you and letting her hand graze past your thigh on the way. That had to be an accident right?

With her back turned to you, you look down and she that her tank top is mostly backless, and her shorts reveal about half of her butt cheeks. There is so much skin on display to you right now. You make an effort not to look, but it's damn hard.

You're about to take another look when Seungyeon spins around gives you a deadly look in the eye. "So tell me... who's your CLC bias?"

Holy shit, why is she putting you on the spot all of a sudden?! She looks like she wants an answer, and fast! This really was a trap! Fuck!

Options: 1. (Picked:) Seungyeon 2. Seunghee 3. Yujin 4. Sorn 5. Yeeun 6. Elkie 7. Eunbin

~~~~~

"Y-y..." you stutter, trying to think about how fast you can turn around and open the door to run.

"Yeeun?" Seungyeon takes a step toward you. She's very, very close.

You stumble back and bump up against the door. Seungyeon follows.

"Y-you," you manage to say.

A mischievous half grin grows on her face. "Yu...jin?" She punctuates the "jin" part by pressing herself up against you. You're still nervous, but you suddenly think you know what this is about (that isn't some shit like assassinating you). She's soft but firm, like you can definitely feel the dancer muscles under her tender skin. Except for her tits, pressed against your ribs. Those are totally soft, other than two tiny points of hardness.

"Nah... you."

You feel Seungyeon's body shiver from top to bottom, and she slides one of her legs up yours, trapping you against the door just a little more. Her hands are suddenly on your shoulders.

"That's what I was hoping. I saw you a while ago. You didn't see me, but I saw a picture of me on your phone," She squeezes your shoulders a little, like she's getting needy, "Do you touch yourself when you see me?"

You gulp. You're really not sure if telling the truth about that will help your case here.

Then it's your turn to shiver, as Seungyeon licks your neck, then buries her face in it. "Tell me which one of my holes you fantasize about being inside the most."

Well, what do you say?

Options: 1. (Picked:) "I've always wanted your pussy wrapped around me." 2. "Do you think your throat can take all of me?" 3. "Spread your ass and I'll show you." 4. "Hole? But what about your tits?"

~~~~~

"I've always wanted your pussy wrapped around me."

...

Holy shit, you've never seen clothes come off a person so fast. You barely catch a glimpse of Seungyeon's nipples before they're smashed against your chest again.

"Well I want to wrap my pussy around your cock," she says, already lowering your pants, "Help me make that happen, okay?"

You're not sure how you're supposed to help, since you're pinned between the door and her paralyzing, hot body. You feel your pants dropping to the floor, taking your underwear with them. Your dick springs up and slaps Seungyeon's pussy. Of course you're already hard.

Seungyeon isn't waiting for anything. She lifts herself onto her toes, and your dick gets just enough room to be able point fully up. Your tip rests somewhere in her folds. She reaches around her back and you feel her fingers adjust you very slightly, and suddenly you feel your entire dick being engulfed by her as she drops back down.

She groans. Loud. You're very aware all of a sudden that you're having sex in the front hallway of an entertainment company's office and look around. Seungyeon grabs your chin and forces you to look into her eyes though. You see stars dancing around them, but that's probably because you're feeling light headed from the pleasure being forced onto you right now.

The look she gives you is... intense. The whole time she's moving her body just right to keep your dick inside her, despite the fact that she's so soaking wet and slippery and at such an awkward angle. She manages it well though.

"Do you like this? Hm?" She asks. You open your mouth to answer but all you get out is a moan as she squeezes your dick with her pussy. Against your stomach, you feel her abs working to make that happen. What a fucking talent!

She smiles and pulls your head down to her open mouth. You open yours too and it gets assaulted by her tongue, dancing just as wildly as her body does.

When she finally breaks away from the thing you could call a kiss, she moves her chest off of yours to let you get a really good view of her jiggling tits, shining with sweat. If you're honest, you've already seen most of them thanks to the clothes she wears, but with nothing to cover them at all they're absolutely amazing.

"I need you to... cum, alright?"

Woah, that's sudden. Does she mean inside?

"The first cum... happens fast," she pants between every couple of words. No wonder, since she's still fucking you while just on the tips of her toes, "but that's what... we need... You need to last... longer for the next round."

You definitely already feel your orgasm coming, she doesn't need to tell you that. But wait. Next round? What is she talking about?

Simple poll this time:

Choices: 1. Take charge and cum the way you want to! She didn't specifically say she needed you to cum inside her, but that's a risk you're willing to take. 2. (Picked:) Are you joking? She knows what she's doing and has a plan for MORE? Don't take charge, she'll make you cum the way she wants to!

~~~~~

No way you're risking doing something she doesn't want you to right now. Not after she mentioned a "next round."

"It's happening now!" you say through your half gritted teeth. You really hope she knows what you meant, but you're having a little trouble forming full, meaningful sentences right now.

Seungyeon gets both of her arms around you and squeezes. Her eyes lock on yours again and you're captivated. You can't look away. "Do it... then."

Her hips grind against yours, and your orgasm hits you like a runaway train. You're dizzy, but you can still notice that she's squeezing down on you. As your cum fills her up, her eyes roll up, she bites her lip, and a grin spreads across her face.

You barely register that you slump to the floor, with Seungyeon's clamping pussy bringing her down with you.

"You dumb fucking hooker."

Suddenly, your senses all come back to you. That wasn't your voice. Or Seungyeon's. Oh shit. You can't see where it came from. But you recognize it. You start to imagine yourself getting beat up by body guards, or thrown in jail, or... fuck, maybe exiled from South Korea? Is that a thing that could happen?

So, whose voice was it?

Options: 1. Seunghee 2. Yujin 3. Sorn 4. Yeeun 5. Elkie 6. (Picked:) Eunbin

~~~~~

With a semi-exhausted sigh, Seungyeon leans to the side and looks over her shoulder. You feel a sense of impending doom as you see that the voice came from the daddy long le-- er, you mean, "maknae" of CLC, Eunbin.

Eunbin is only about fifteen feet away down the hall, wearing shorts (not as short as Seungyeon's, but still revealing her full legs), a blue sweatshirt, and tennis shoes. She looks... well she looks stone-faced as normal, but you bet she's super angry, based on the tone of her voice.

"Beannie, it's all good, okay?" Seungyeon sounds annoyed. She stands up, a wet plop nearly echoing as she comes off your dick. She faces away from you. If you weren't terrified, you would be admiring the bottom view of her bare ass and pussy dripping with your cum. Actually, you just came inside her. You're suddenly even more terrified, thinking about the entertainment company lawyers that are about to sue you into oblivion.

There's a dead silence for a solid ten seconds as the leader and the maknae stare each other down. You barely have the self consciousness to cover your dick with your hands.

"Don't you want to try him out?"

You stare up at Seungyeon's back. Could she make this situation worse? Don't mock the witness!

Eunbin's deadpan glare lowers down and locks with your eyes. ShiiiiIIIIT. Her look goes a little further down, right at your hands. And she licKS HER LIPS, WHAT?

"I'm busy, ass whore. Besides, the bitch is waiting with her cunt wide open," she swears evenly, like she's discussing the mild weather. You would question what she's saying if you weren't so confused, and still light headed.

Seungyeon groans, this time with annoyance rather than with pleasure like earlier. She turns around and bends over to grab your arms and starts pulling. You have to assume she wants you to stand, so you try, but it's awkward, trying to stand without revealing your mostly softened cock. Once you're up, she yanks on your hands, flashing Eunbin. Yet, she only looks for half a second, then turns and walks through a doorway. The same one Seungyeon starts dragging you toward, all the while with your cum slowly dripping out of her onto the floor.

What the fuck is happening here?

And who's the "bitch" Eunbin is talking about?!

Options: 1. Seunghee 2. Yujin 3. Sorn 4. (Picked:) Yeeun 5. Elkie

~~~~~

As you make your way through the door, dragged by Seungyeon, Eunbin is nowhere to be seen, but there is definitely another person. You're not sure you recognize her though.

She's tied down with some soft looking rope to a cushioned table. And the ropes are all she's wearing, with the exception of a blindfold. The ropes are holding her down and holding her legs wide open, but her arms are completely free. Doesn't seem like effective bonda--

The door slams shut behind you, making you just about jump out of your skin. Eunbin was hiding behind it! She has on exactly the same expression as before, too. She must be determined to creep you the hell out.

Before you can do or say anything about that, Seungyeon grabs your chin and turns you to look at the tied up girl on the table again. "See there? That's Yeeun. She's been a very good girl until today. She's only had sex a couple times before, but last month she told us that she wants to be a little slut, so that's why you're here."

You see Yeeun biting her lower lip. Seungyeon reaches down and starts stroking your dick back to life.

"You can fuck her any way you want to, as long as it's hard, and as long as you can do it for a really, really long time. And if you can do that..."

Seungyeon drops to her knees and takes your mostly hard dick in her mouth, diving all the way to the base and quickly sucking off whatever was left from the first round. She pops back off and licks it from the bottom to the top.

"If you do that for her, I'll definitely be calling you back."

You look back and forth from the leader of CLC below you and the rapper in front of you. Should you really? This seems crazy.

"What will it be? You can take her sweet pussy all the way to the moon and back, but she's not on the same prodigious birth control I am,"

You mentally breathe a sigh of relief at that, but also wonder what the hell qualifies a birth control as "prodigious."

"If you're afraid of putting a baby in her though, we already pre-lubed her pretty little ass. It hasn't been used before, but you should glide righ-"

DEAR LORD, Eunbin's ever-expressionless face appears right in front of yours, out of nowhere, "Or you can face fuck her. I've been dildoing this stupid thot's dumb mouth for days to get her ready for your fatass penis, if you have the balls," she says, nearly monotone. You're seriously confused by her rude behavior here and suspect she might be hiding a torture room somewhere in this building.

From the table, you hear Yeeun. You may not be at a good angle to see her, but it's definitely her. You'd recognize that sweet, meek voice anywhere, "I'm ready... please fuck me?"

Holy damn. This is really happening isn't it?

Options: 1. (Picked:) Take that risk! Pussy time! 2. Well, if her ass is already lubed... 3. Don't risk Eunbin crushing your skull. Throat fuck Yeeun. 4. Why is titfucking still not an option?! Lol, jk, we all love her boobs, but she's not big enough for that. 5. Run the fuck away! These bitches are actually insane!

~~~~~

You take a deep breath. This is just plain insanity that you are witnessing before your eyes.

Insanity is contagious, apparently.

You step around Seungyeon, and stand over Yeeun. She's at just the right height, and your dick rests on her pelvis, between her legs. You hear a short gasp of excitement from her... and two more behind you, which is definitely still weird.

You back up a few inches, bend your knees just a bit, and move forward again. Yeeun is a bit small, so it takes some pushing, but you can see the anticipation building on her face (what isn't covered by the blindfold). With a thrust, you're in.

Yeeun sighs and a smile crosses her face. Seems you made a good choice. She's going to like this.

"Woohoo! Now make her a slut!"

Again, you nearly forgot about your audience. Seungyeon moves to stand right next to you, one hand on Yeeun's inner thigh and the other one squeezing your ass cheek. Yay, fun...

For hours, you pound Yeeun into the table. Seungyeon stays with you the whole time, climbing on top of Yeeun, sliding herself all over you, and licking... pretty much everywhere.

A couple of times you have to change things up, untying Yeeun and flipping her onto her stomach, re-angling her so you can hold yourself up mostly by your arms, and eventually scooting her to where her head hangs off the table while you kneel over her.

You cum at least four times, but it's hard to be sure, since you think you went basically numb after the first three hours.

Yeeun seems to have lost her mind around that same time. Her blindfold fell off at some point while you were fucking her from behind and now you can see that her eyes have become unfocused. Every time you pull out to adjust after the second hour, she whined and tried to get you back in. But anything coming out of her mouth eventually turned into needy moans.

You kind of wonder to yourself how realistic it is to have lasted so long, for Yeeun to have actually gone half comatose, or for this process to have "turned her into a slut," but hey, it was bliss for you.

Seungyeon gets on her knees between you and cleans off your exhausted cock (and the area around it) with her tongue. It's a little sore actually, but you're not about to complain.

She stands back up and wraps her arms under yours, pulling you in. "I think you were successful, baby. Yeeun is going to want so much more from now on. Let's hope the baby you definitely put in her doesn't slow her down."

Oh. Right.

"So, what's next? Want any kind of... reward before you go?"

With her hips slowly rubbing side to side against yours, it's pretty obvious what she means, but hey, she asked, so...

Options: 1. (Picked:) You're drained, but you'll try for Seungyeon! Even if it results in embarrassment! 2. You want more, but you don't think you can get it up anymore. Be smooth and give her your contact info. 3. Uh, yeah. The call you got said you were going to get paid money for this. That's a reward. 4. Maybe just something to drink? You're fucking exhausted! (Warning, this option is mad kink territory.)

~~~~~

With your cock just about ready to fall off, you aren't sure how well this will work, but you're willing to try for Seungyeon. You grab her by the hips. A smirk crosses her face, and she doubles down on grinding against you.

You lift her chin up for a kiss. It's your turn to take charge with her now. She coos into your mouth. Her fingernails lightly scrape either side of your spine, sending tingles all up and down your body. Her entire behavior just changed! Sheesh, and all you had to do was take the initiative in grabbing her? This girl changes her mind as fast as she takes her clothes off.

The sweetness continues for the better part of ten minutes. You could swear the room's temperature is evening back out, from the sun-like heat earlier to being very pleasantly warm.

Seungyeon slowly breaks away from the kiss, looking into your eyes with less intensity and more... care. She leans her head back, and you take the hint, diving in and sucking carefully at her neck. Her silent shuddering is only interrupted by a moan coming from behind you.

You can guess what it is, but curiosity gets you to turn enough to look. And of course, it's Eunbin. She's still staring, which is still creepy. But she's also got both hands moving inside her shorts. She's probably been there all along, so you guess she can stay and keep watching. You doubt she'd leave even if you asked...

Trying not to think too much about your audience, you get back to work on Seungyeon, kissing her tanned skin from her chin, to her chest, to her toned as hell stomach, to her clit. Once there, her knees shake, so you decide to set her down somewhere she won't fall. It's time to pay her back for all the oral service she's been giving you!

Seungyeon backs up at your touch, until she leans back against the table in the middle of the room, and onto Yeeun's half conscious body. The skinny girl groans as she's suddenly used as a back rest, but Seungyeon doesn't seem to have any interest in fixing the problem.

This is your moment. You're going to make Seungyeon squirm on top of her rapper. You'll make her explode! You start leaning down, tongue halfway hanging out of your mouth...

"Damn, you're still not hard?"

She's holding you back by the forehead, looking between your bodies down at your lifeless dick.

"W-well, yeah, I mean, I just..." you gesture down at Yeeun. That's where your hardness went, and it's still dripping out of her at a moderate pace!

Eunbin's hands are on your shoulders, pulling you away from Seungyeon. It's a bit of a shock, to say the least.

"I'll call you later! Buh-bye!"

The next thirty seconds are a blur. You're dragged, stunned, out of the room, through to the opposite end of the hallway you came in from, and shoved out a door into an alley.

"See ya, fuckface," is the last thing you hear from Eunbin before the door slams behind you.

What the hell...

The door reopens, and you spin around just in time to get a face full of your pants.

"Don't forget your stupid clothes, you degenerate," Eunbin throws you one last insult before the door closes again.

It's a little chilly out here.

[GAME OVER]

#clc smut #kpop smut #seungyeon #yeeun #eunbin #male reader insert

[astronomoney]

Hey. I heard you were open for requests? If so, could I get a fluff 43 for Jon kent x reader? ( Sorry if I have bad english)

Pairing: Jon Kent x Fem!reader (both are about 16ish in this)

Prompts: Prompt list 43-“H-how long have you been standing there?”

Summery: Jon Kent tries to tell you how he feels but you don’t seem to be picking up what he’s putting down.

A/n: This one was low key super fun to write thank you so much for this request! Based off some obscure prompt i saw about muse B being super oblivious to muse As feeling and i figured why not. Also i wrote this one in 2nd person rather then my usual 3rd person so yeah new things. Masterlist

Word count: 1.3k

Tag list: @battlenix

Code: y/n=your name

Oblivious

“So, Y/n, I guess what i’m trying to say is that I...” Jonathan Kent let out a soft sigh. “am an idiot.” he finished before turning away from his mirror and landing face first on his bed. He had spent the past 45 minutes trying to figure out a non embarrassing way to tell you that he was in fact, madly in love. The only problem was you were his best friend and almost definitely didn’t feel the same way according to him.

“This isn’t working.” He flipped over on the bed with a groan. “What would Damian do? He would... kill his feelings with a double edged sword, so he’s probably not the best person to model after.” Jon stood up and started pacing his room, too lost in his own train of thought to notice you push his door open and lean on the frame.

Jon told Damian about his crush and when he asked for advice he got a not so encouraging love-makes-you-weak speech. Then he asked a friend from school for advice, and naturally that friend told his friends and his friends told their friends and their friends told their friends and by the end of the week it seemed like the whole world knew. The whole world, except you. You remained blissfully unaware.

“New plan. What would Dick do?” he paused to think over his question. “He would use one of those cheesy pick up lines and do the hair flippy thing he does. But how does that work so well every time?”

Jon, being the goofy lovable idiot that he is had captured the hearts of more than one girl at school. Whenever they’d talk about boys his name was sure to come up. Like the time Ann Howls spent a whole 6 and a half minutes gushing about his “midnight black hair and beautiful eyes”, which only made you want to barf.

“If you were a vegetable. You’d be a cutecumber.” He had a weak grin plastered on his face and he looked expectantly at the mirror as if waiting for his own reflection to reject him. “That was awful.” He cringed at his own choice of words.

“I thought it was cute.” You spoke up causing him to jump.

“Ahh wh-what are you? why are you? H-how long have you been standing there?” he stumbled over his words and had a slightly panicked expression.

“Long enough to know that you’ve been holding out on me.” You laughed and flopped down on his bed. “You have a crush! More importantly you have a crush that you didn’t tell me about?” You squashed down the bit of jealousy that welled in your stomach still very much unaware that his crush was in fact on you.

“S-so, you don’t know who i was talking about?” Jon asked shyly, inching closer to the bed.

“No, I don't. Which i’m offended by. I mean come on, you tell me you’re from a different planet but not who you're into? Ridiculous.” You joked.

He let out a relieved sigh and sat on the edge of the bed. “You have a really bad habit of sneaking up on me and learning my secrets.”

“Or maybe you're just bad at keeping secrets.” You shot back. “Now tell me about this mystery girl!” You patted the spot in front of you signaling for him to sit closer.

“Well,” He moved slightly closer to you. “She’s really nice and funny and smart when she wants to be.” He smiled, the kind of smile that reached his eyes and made everything seem better. “And she loves superheroes so that works out well for me.” he let out a small laugh. “She’s stupid brave and when she wants something, no one can stop her. I know it sounds cheesy but-” he paused as if trying to find the right words. “when i’m with her, it’s like nothing else matters.”

You scooted closer to him so now you were both sitting less than a foot apart in the middle of the bed. “She sounds amazing.” You smiled, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way your voice had the slightest bit of hurt leaking through. You never really thought he’d actually like you back. All this time it was just a stupid crush and you figured you’d get over it but hearing him talk about someone the way he just did. The way his eyes lit up just thinking about her. It fueled a small flame of jealousy in your stomach.

But you pushed it down. You didn’t have any other choice and you really just wanted him to be happy even if that meant you weren’t. “You really like her don’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah i do.”

“Then you have to tell her how you feel.” It pained you to say but you knew this was best. He almost seemed in love and it wouldn’t be fair for you to get in the way. “Any girl would be lucky to have you.” You put your hand on top of his and squeezed it slightly.

“You really think so?” he questioned, looking down at your hands and flipped his over so he could squeeze back.

“I know so.” You smiled reassuringly as he looked back up and for a few seconds he didn’t say anything, you just sat in silence next to each other.

“I think I love you.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you felt your face grow slightly warm before pulling yourself together again. “Perfect, just like that. Now all you have to do is tell it to the girl.” You leaned back after realizing just how close your faces were. You pulled your hand away and turned your head to avoid his gaze.

You watched him in your peripherals and he didn’t seem to move for a solid 10 seconds. He blinked and a dumb grin found it’s way to his face.

“I-” He stopped himself by letting out an amused breath. “Screw it.” was all you heard before you felt something turn your head and slight pressure on your lips. It was soft and gone too soon. The jealous flame turned to butterflies and the heat rose to your cheeks instead. It was so fast you didn’t have time to react before he pulled away.

“Oh my god I'm so sorry I don't know what just came over me l-” You cut him off by grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him back into the kiss. You didn't even realize what you’d done until it was far too late. The momentum of the quick move had knocked you off balance causing you to fall back on the bed. Your hand still held onto the front of his shirt so when you went down he went with you. His body landed on top of yours and it felt as though you were wrapped up in his warmth.

His hands moved slowly from where they had landed next to your body. His left hand moved to cup your cheek and his right hand lowered to your waist. The kiss was soft and warm and perfect but you could tell he was holding back, too scared of hurting you with his super strength. You let go of his shirt and snaked your arms around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.

You pulled away gasping for air with a dopey grin across your face. He braced himself on his arms and looked down at you with a slightly unsure expression.

“Does, does that mean you like me back?” he asked timidly, trying to regain his breath as well.

“Yes,” You replied smiling. “it does.” You pulled him down for a third kiss which happened to be the first kiss neither of you were surprised by.

#jon kent x reader #jonathan kent #jon kent #dc x reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #dc comics #superboy x reader #superboy #i forgot to add tags so i’m doing it now (3 days after posting) #x y/n #jon x reader #dc writers #fanfics #shitty fanfics #fanfic writing #writing

[kalee60]

Kalee. Kal. Hi. Hello.

So I recently got a Tiktok because all the kids these days are doing it and my sister keeps sending me videos 🤦🏼‍♀️🙄 I know.

Anyways

There’s apparently this challenge.

Kalee.

It’s a kiss your best friend challenge.

And all I can think is:

Steve and Bucky.

It could be canon verse. It could be an au.

But like imagine. If you haven’t seen the videos it’s super cute but also cringy because like what if it doesn’t go over well, it would be awkwardddd! They basically just film themselves hangout with their best friend and then try to kiss them and see if they’ve secretly been pining too.

Imagine.

Claire - my gorgeous pocket rocket from the Big Apple 🍎

This ask (that you sent eons ago) could not just be answered with a simple - 'omg, yes - I know right - it's the perfect Stucky scenario - someone should write it'... Because well - I guess somehow it turned out that I could write a little something...

I hope you enjoy this, because without your cheerleading, your throwing of pom poms and generally screaming at me in comments and on here - well writing wouldn't be half as much fun.

So for you Claire - enjoy this little story of two boys, a kiss in the making and a TikTok account 😘

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Nerves rode Bucky as he placed his phone down into the perfect position; camera at the ready, not pressing record yet - but waiting for the signal. Steve was doing the exact same with his phone, only from a slightly different angle, setting it up for their parkour trick - something they were going to post to TikTok later. But although Steve was under the impression he was about to perform a flip off Bucky’s shoulders to grab hold of a tree branch then scale the fifteen foot wall beside it - Bucky had other ideas.

He’d seen a new TikTok challenge that week, it was plastered all over the platform and filled his suggested videos, and since the first time he’d watched one, then devoured another fifty straight away, he’d secretly wanted to do it. Wanted to throw all caution to the wind and seize the moment.

Today was that day.

Bucky Barnes was going to kiss Stevie Rogers right on the lips. His best friend since middle school, the boy, now man that he’d secretly loved for over a decade - and although Bucky could have thought of a million different ways to show Steve how he felt - he’d just never had the courage. At least if the video bombed, he could still put it up as a laugh and hopefully Steve would see the joke and it wouldn’t ruin their friendship - hopefully.

So Bucky waited for Steve to finish fiddling with his phone and camera positioning, which was taking him longer than usual to set up, trying to not let the butterflies in his gut take over.

Steve finally looked up, face flushed red like he’d already performed the stunt and Bucky was struck dumb, staring at how beautiful Steve was in the afternoon sunlight. He became lost in the way the shadows from the trees created patterns across Steve’s tightly toned body, the slight wind whispering to Bucky to take his chance, to not mess it up. And Steve stood before him like a golden god, nervously splaying his fingers, cracking his knuckles while staring back at Bucky with an unreadable expression on his face. Was he worried about their trick?

“You okay, Pal?” Bucky asked, his voice faltering with the knowledge he was about to change everything - or nothing.

Steve nodded, eyes wide and bright, darting over Bucky’s face, and Bucky took a moment to bask at being in Steve’s full attention.

“Yep,” Steve popped the ‘p’ and ran a hand through his hair, blonde strands sticking up comically, but Bucky didn’t laugh, he’d never seen someone as breathtaking as Steve did in that moment. 

Steve was Bucky’s true north, a steady and unrelenting force at his side - but it went both ways. They’d been through family deaths, relationship fallouts, fights and everything in between, but the one thing that was always unbroken - was they were in it together. No matter what life threw at them, Steve and Bucky were as solid as rock. Unshakable.

And Bucky was probably about to screw it all up.

They closed in on each other, coming to a standstill until only a foot separated them; Steve’s huge blue eyes darted quickly between Bucky’s; there was something different about the look, intense, and Bucky wondered if his own nerves were obvious and Steve was suddenly unsure about the acrobatic feat they were attempting.

“You still want to do this? Haven’t changed your mind?” Bucky asked to make sure, and was surprised when Steve licked his lips and shook his head emphatically.

“No, I’m sure - more sure than I’ve ever been about anything.”

Bucky smiled, Steve being dramatic about their parkour tricks was not unusual, but the way Steve’s cheek twitched and how his foot tapped on the ground was not normal behaviour. And Bucky couldn’t help but start to worry that his idea to surprise-kiss Steve wasn’t the greatest one, wasn’t something he should be trying, as it seemed Steve was janky - wound up.

“Alright, Stevie. If you’re sure.”

Resolve filled Steve’s features as they both turned on their cameras, and once set up, Steve took an almost hesitant step forward.

Bucky held his breath.

It was the moment of truth. 

They’d practised the trick so many times, had to start toe to toe for it to work, Steve pushing off Bucky to sprint to the wall, running vertically up the side of it, to twist around and jump off Bucky’s shoulders and flip onto the tree branch, shoving off it then using his momentum to run up the rest of the wall. Finally gripping the lip and climbing over it. 

They’d gone over it at least thirty times.

No injuries as of yet.

But this time, just as Steve pressed forward, Bucky yanked him in - at the exact same time as Steve flew forward, completely catching Bucky off guard as he was heading in the wrong direction than expected, he was moving towards Bucky instead of pushing away - and their heads slammed together with a loud thud.

And instead of taking the defeat of the moment graciously, Bucky was in too deep, had waited too long, had it all planned out - and so as Steve rubbed his forehead looking as mortified at what had transpired as Bucky, Bucky once again leant forward. Only to find Steve pitching towards him too, and for the second time in less than three seconds their skulls cracked against the other.

“- holy shit, Barnes. Are you going to let me kiss you or not?”

“- Steve you fucking menace, I’m trying to kiss you!”

The silence was deafening as their words mingled together and wide ocean blue eyes met stormy silt infused grey-blue ones in shock.

“- what did you…?”

“- did you just...?”

Once again talking at the same time, they both trailed off, and the words started to sink into Bucky’s fried brain. Steve was trying to kiss him. Him.

Slack jawed, he could only stare at Steve whose expression mimicked his own, clearly having come to the same realisation about Bucky. He managed to swallow the obscenely thick lump in his throat and with a small tremor in his hand, reached up to place it on Steve’s forehead where a red mark was forming - rubbing the spot gently with his thumb. Steve’s eyes softened and his shoulders relaxed.

With the last tendrils of fear slipping away, Bucky trailed his fingers down the side of Steve’s face before reaching behind his head, gripping the base of Steve’s neck. Then stopped.

Steve’s breathing laboured, coming in sharp and Bucky tightened his grip, loving the way Steve’s eyes fluttered half shut before they opened again, trying not to lose contact with Bucky’s.

Steve was stunning, so responsive and Bucky licked his lips, loving how Steve’s attention snagged on his mouth immediately.

“Can I?” Bucky husked, and Steve nodded jerkily when Bucky’s fingers played with the silky strands of Steve’s hair as he leant in.

The first meeting of their lips lacked the pain of slammed heads and teeth - but it was perfect in every way. Steve’s lips were plush, soft and pliant under Buckys as Bucky took control of the kiss, pressing forward into Steve’s heat. Bucky’s other hand came up to cup Steve’s face tenderly, unable to express how it felt to be kissing his lifelong friend after so many years of yearning for it, Bucky almost at the point where he thought it could never happen. The fact Steve kissed him back - enthusiastically, made his heart thump louder and harder until it was all he could hear in his mind.

After a moment, Bucky pulled away, resting his forehead on Steve’s, mindful of the tender place they’d cracked heads minutes earlier, and couldn’t stop the rasped laugh that escaped.

“You laughing at the way I kiss, Barnes?” Steve sassed with a smile in his voice.

Bucky chuckled, “no, not at all.” He paused a second to gather his thoughts, “I just can’t believe I set this up to kiss you on camera for TikTok, so damn nervous the whole time you’d freak out and punch me - and you were doing the exact same thing.”

Steve grinned and pulled away enough so that he could stare into Bucky’s eyes, the emotion shining from his beautifully clear expression stole the breath from Bucky’s lungs.

“How long?” Steve asked with a whisper. And Bucky wanted to lie, to tell him it wasn’t long, that he’d only just realised if only to stop himself looking too much like a sap.

He didn’t lie.

“The day you punched Deon Franklin when he asked me for a tongue kiss while calling me those terrible names.”

Steve’s stunned look spoke volumes, “Bucky. We were sixteen.”

“And…?” Bucky winced at Steve’s incredulous tone.

Suddenly Steve laughed hysterically, and Bucky started to back up, but before he got too far, Steve grabbed his biceps stopping him in his tracks. “Oh no you dont. You do know why I punched him right?”

“Because he was a dick?”

“Well apart from that.” Steve said wryly and took a deep breath, letting Bucky go. “It’s because he upset you. And I was desperate for your attention - wanted that kiss he so crudely demanded as a joke.”

“What…” Bucky stammered out, “You wanted me back then too?”

Steve smiled indulgently at him. “You didn’t think I stuck around just for your personality did you?”

Bucky roared with laughter, elated at the turn of events and grabbed Steve, slamming their mouths together, and soon the kiss morphed from chaste and exploratory to something meaner, something heavier. Pushing Steve up against the tree, the small noise from Steve’s throat as the bark dug into his skin set something feral off in Bucky and he kissed deeper, shoving his tongue further until both of them struggled for air.

A loud beeping infiltrated Bucky’s hearing and he reluctantly pulled away, adoring the slack jawed and glazed look in Steve’s eyes way too much. Wanting Steve to look up at him with that exact same expression but with a lot less clothing and a lot more privacy in place.

“Want to do the trick still?” Bucky questioned as he walked over and grabbed his phone to stop the alert that he was running out of video. When Steve didn’t answer he looked back over his shoulder and almost dropped his phone.

Steve was leaning limp against the tree, clearly half hard and staring after Bucky like he’d just gifted him the world. When in actual fact, it was Steve who’d done that for him.

Bucky stalked back over, gripping Steve’s chin, kissing him soundly one more time, and Steve immediately went pliant under his touch, oh boy, they were going to have so much fun.

“How about instead, we go back to mine and see what other tricks we can come up with?”

Steve’s breathing came in faster and harder and a broken ‘yes’ worked its way out of his throat, Bucky catching the word in his mouth as he kissed Steve again.

Bucky smirked as he pulled away, helping Steve stand upright.

“But, only on the condition that we tape it.” Steve said in a voice deep and rich, and Bucky was suddenly on the back foot when Steve smiled deliciously at him, eyes full of dirty promises.

Dry mouthed and vibrating from anticipation, Bucky followed Steve to his car, walking in a slight daze at what had transpired in only twenty minutes.

And all Bucky was certain of, was that although his TikTok kiss hadn’t gone to plan - everything else would fall into place.

Just the way it was meant to.

#Claire - this is all your fault - look what you made me do!! #stucky #Steve x Bucky #friends to lovers #tiktok challenge drabble/fic #mutual pining #mywriting #something silly #Claire i love you ❤️ #i have the most amazing friends who inspire me to write this fluffy crap 🥰 #kalee answers

[syntheticavenger]

When I’m Reborn - Three

Abraham Erskine: Because the strong man who has known power all his life, may lose respect for that power, but a weak man knows the value of strength, and knows... compassion.

Summary | After Thanos is defeated, the man you’ve loved is stripped of his super soldier form and returned back to his pre-serum body. As he mourns the loss, Steve turns his ire on you as he copes and searches for a way to turn back to the man he was once was.

A/N: Dark! Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Female Reader.

18+ There will be non-con, Munchausen syndrome by proxy, violence and because it’s me, angst and a twist ending. In this third chapter, there’s a small act of violence and angst that is a turning point for Steve.

This is an idea based on this fantastic work of art, which I will continue to re-blog.  As always, I love comments and re-blogs! Thank you for reading along if you are!

Previous: One, Two

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“What was your relationship like with Steve before the snap?”

The cushy leather chair you had been sitting in felt like it was about to swallow you whole. Dr. Stephen Strange, former neurosurgeon turned sorcerer, sat across from you, waiting for your answer. Or as he had aptly introduced himself, ‘a new-age therapist’ for the time being. The change in his title was meant to keep you calm, watching on as the man in front of you tented his hands over his desk. Pepper had urged you to go to this appointment, your phone filled with upcoming sessions.

“Good,” you responded. “Normal.”

“I highly doubt that. You are married to an enhanced super-soldier. Normal shouldn’t be in your vocabulary,” Strange snipped. “There had to be disagreements.”

“There were. Sometimes I asked for more than he could give.”

“Could or wanted? Those are two different things. When time is involved, people make time for what is important in their lives. So, he could have made time, implying he could clear his schedule or wanted to make time but something more important was in the way, making that a priority. Both bring up negative connotations, which is why I ask. Which one would you prefer to use to lie to yourself?”

You stared right into Strange’s eyes, his shoulders lifting in a slow shrug. It was a valid thought, one that you didn’t want to flesh out any further. But these sessions that were scheduled were supposed to help you and you needed to be honest with yourself.

“He wanted to. But he was always busy. Sokovia happened while we were dating and when he came back, he asked me to marry him. He said that he didn't want to wait any longer. I guess I thought that we’d have more time to ourselves but the world kept getting bigger. More dangerous.”

“How was your communication? Was it easy to talk through your problems? Did you talk about what bothered you?”

Your silence was enough for him to gain his answer. Strange shook his head, a lock of dark brown hair slipping over his forehead.

“Without communication, relationships never last. Yours is already complicated as it is. Between his current form and you still trying to get adjusted from returning from the snap, I think you need to reevaluate your feelings.”

“On what?” you asked, unsure of what he was alluding to.

“The past. Whatever it was, glean lessons from it and leave it in the past. For your present, make peace with it because it’s in the now and for your future, use the lessons you learned.”

“You just said to leave it in the past,” you argued, Strange’s face twisting into irritation as he rolled his eyes.

“Leave the feelings in the past. The hurt, the sadness, the lack of communication. Whatever baggage you’re holding onto, you need to free it. You died, remember? Ceased to exist for five years. Steve and others had to contend with it. We all came back like ghosts, expecting things to be the same. They aren’t.”

With a sigh, Strange plucked a tissue from the box in his drawer and handed it to you, looking away while you wiped your eyes.

“I don’t know what you are going through but I do know that you can’t expect everything to be the same. Can’t expect Steve to act normal when nothing about that man is normal. You can’t expect to act normal because you’ve been gone for years, a memory now materialized, and trying to act like you can continue on as nothing happened. Give yourself and Steve a break. We’ll dive deeper into our sessions in a few weeks but I say this with all due respect. You need to have patience. Things aren’t going to change overnight.”

🧬

Turning the lock on the door, you heard the sound of the TV, the narrator of a documentary as explosions blared through the soundbar. Steve was hunched forward on the couch, eyes focused on the screen as the various lights from the television flickered across his face. Lost in his own world, he didn't acknowledge you.

“A symbol to the nation. A hero to the world. The story of Captain America is one of honor, bravery and sacrifice,” the narrator spoke, Steve’s head nodding in response.

Your purse dropped down into the chair, Steve still transfixed on the screen.

“Denied enlistment due to poor health, Steven Rogers was chosen for a program -”

“Steve,” you called out, coming to stand next to the couch as he picked up the remote and pressed pause, a picture of him frozen on the TV, in his white shirt and dog tags from the 40s. The exact same face that was on the screen looked at you now.

“Dr. Cho said you shouldn’t watch that,” you attempted to remind him, his eyes narrowing at you.

“What she doesn’t know isn’t going to kill her. Back already from your appointment?”

“Introductory session. Wasn’t too long. Are you hungry?” you asked, hoping he'd take you up on your offer.

“A little,” Steve answered, finger still on the button, as if he was waiting for you to leave.

“Okay, I’ll make us something for lunch. Is Bucky still here?”

“No. I told him to go home. He had some training thing to do with Sam.” His voice sounded bitter but you didn't pry.

You nodded while you walked past him, the TV playing once more.

“One that would transform him into the world’s first super-soldier,” the narrator continued, your eyes looking back at a picture of him from his transformation decades ago that you had come to know him as. What the world had known him to be.

“That’s what I want,” Steve said quietly, tossing the remote onto the coffee table. “To be him again.”

“You’re still Cap,” you insisted, turning to face him, his lips set in a hard line. “Remember what Dr. Erksine told you.”

“Yeah and he didn’t have to fight the battles that I did. The ones I’d lose now if I had been in this body,” he shot back.

Remembering what Strange had told you, you left him alone, focusing on making lunch for the two of you while you tried to sort out your memories. You’d seen the wedding ring on his chain that hung from his neck, your thoughts going to Bucky’s words and how Steve had placed it there to keep it close. There was still hope that he’d understand and accept his changes and if Strange was right then you needed to be patient.

You busied yourself boiling water and adding the pasta, searching the cabinets for a jar of sauce. You couldn’t help but wonder who had tossed out all of the expired items in the cabinets. Had it been Pepper? Or had it been Steve? You reached for a jar of marinara, half-heartedly reading the ingredients.

He used to cook for you. On those days when you’d come home, exhausted from another rough but productive day, you’d hear the pan pulled from the stove, the closing of the fridge before you kicked off your shoes. He’d been so interested in cooking, he told you, ever since he had come out of the ice. Different spices, different ways of roasting, frying - air frying, even - made him excited and curious to try. You remembered the way he’d look at your face, that nervous smile as his blue eyes watched you take a bite, and how his smile would spread when you complimented him.

You drained the pasta, keeping a small bit of the pasta water in the pan with a handful of flour before you mixed in the sauce in the pan. Countless hours of watching cooking channels had gotten you inspired.

The sound of Steve coughing got your attention, the labored breathing alarming you as you turned off the burner and headed toward the living room.

“Steve? Are you okay?”

His face was turning pink, his hand on his chest as he coughed harder. You knew what it was and you ran toward the bathroom to grab his inhaler.

When you handed it to him, he snatched it away and you heard the small puff of the aerosol spray. He ripped it away from his mouth, placing it on the table as he tried to steady his breathing.

“Do you need anything? I can get you some water.” You kneeled down to inspect him, to make sure everything was okay.

“Don’t,” Steve managed between breaths. “Leave me alone.”

By instinct, you reached out, trying to smooth the hair that had fallen over his forehead that was beginning to show signs of perspiration from his exertion.

“I said I’m fine!” Steve shouted, pushing your arm away roughly.

As he did so, you stumbled backward, your arm hitting the side of the coffee table hard. The impact was loud, the table shaking as you gasped at the pain that shot through your arm, cradling it as you looked at him tearfully.

In tears, you shakily pulled yourself up as you headed to the closest room, intent on getting away from him.

“Wait,” Steve called behind you, his voice thin. “I’m sorry!”

You closed the door, locking it behind you while you wept, still holding your injured arm. You heard his footsteps at the door, the knock making you take a step back.

“Please come out,” Steve asked you, his voice muffled by the door. “Let me apologize.”

You sat at the edge of the bed, looking at the shadow of his form under the door, your arm still throbbing with pain.

“Please, sweetheart.”

You stared at the door numbly before you laid on your side, stuffing a pillow under your injured arm, the lunch you had made forgotten as more tears welled in your eyes.

🧬

“Hey sunshine,” Bucky said above you, your eyes blinking to adjust to the light. He had a hint of a smile on his lips, almost sympathetic if you hadn't known any better.

“Bucky? How did you get in here?” you asked sleepily, your arm still propped up on the pillow.

“Steve called me. Told me what happened. There’s a little key at the top of the doorway that he can’t reach anymore. Are you alright?”

You shook your head, the heaviness in your chest returning at how Steve had looked at you before he had pushed you away. He hadn’t meant to hurt you. You knew that in the way he’d froze, eyes wide with surprise. How he’d come quickly to the door to make sure you were okay.

None of that mattered at the moment. He’d never been that angry before.

“It’s okay if you aren’t okay, you know. You don’t have to see him right now. I told him you probably need some space. He understands it. I think,” Bucky advised, his gaze going to your arm. “He’s shaken up about it. But it’s not about him. It’s about you. How are you feeling?”

“He’s never been that angry,” you whispered, fighting back tears. “He was so upset with me.”

Bucky nodded, his lips pursed together as he let out a low sigh.

“Still no excuse for pushing you away. I thought he’d relax but he’s not getting better,” Bucky admitted, sitting down on the bed next to you. “Do you need some time away from him?”

You shook your head, still trying to form words to Bucky’s comments. Perhaps Bucky could convince him to see Dr. Cho. She would know what to do.

“He’s just scared,” you answered, Bucky’s face trained on you.

“You both are. You know you can tell me if you need some time away. We can bring him back to the compound, maybe some more visits with Dr. Cho might help. He’s angry but we have to get it under control. We figured he’d lash out. We just weren’t sure when. Sounds like the asthma attack did it.”

“He hasn’t had to deal with it before," you tried to defend.

Bucky swallowed hard, his hand reaching out to squeeze your ankle gently as he blinked away tears. The soldier in front of you looked fragile now, his eyes distant.

“A long time ago, he thought he could fight these guys. Being disrespectful to this lady coming home from her job as a janitor. Just sayin’ awful stuff about her and Steve got involved. They beat him into an asthma attack. He almost died in the street if it wasn’t for the woman coming to help him. It was worse in those days. He’s got an inhaler now. What I’m trying to say is that it probably triggered him. Someone coming to help him and him thinking he’s fine when he isn’t,” Bucky informed you.

“Is he okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine, physically. Mentally, he’s still shaken up. He thinks you’re going to leave him.”

“I wouldn’t,” you insisted, tears welling in your eyes. “It was an accident. I know that.”

“It’s more than just the accident. He knows he’s struggling. You’ve always been his girl, you know. He needs you. Needs to know you still care. I know you won’t abandon him.”

“I wouldn’t,” you promised. “Never.”

“Bucky?” Steve asked behind the closed door. “Is she okay?”

“Do you want to see him? I can tell him you need to rest.”

Without missing a beat, you nodded. You could apologize to him, let him know you didn’t mean to make it worse. Be patient, just like Strange had told you to be.

Bucky rose from the bed, opening the door slightly as Steve held a cup in his hand. At the sight of you, he attempted a small smile as Bucky let him enter. Their size difference was made even more noticeable when Steve moved past him.

“Made you some tea,” Steve offered. "Thought it might help you feel better."

Bucky looked back at you and then at Steve, looking at his watch.

“I forgot I need to call Sam. I’ll leave you two alone.”

Once the door closed, Steve stood in place, trying to think of what to say as his eyes locked onto your arm. He seemed afraid to approach you.

“Does it still hurt?”

You couldn’t lie to him.

“It’s a little sore,” you replied, watching his face fall at your answer.

“I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t begin to cover it but I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you. I just lost it and I shouldn’t have let my anger get that bad. I messed up.”

He placed the tea on the nightstand, his body sinking into the mattress to help you up, carefully avoiding your arm. At his touch, you felt the tears coming, his hands propping up the pillows behind you before he handed you your tea.

“I added extra honey to it, just the way you like it,” he emphasized, watching you hold the cup in your hands. “Try it.”

“Thank you, Steve,” you whispered to him, tipping the cup to your lips. It tasted slightly bitter at first until there was a burst of sweetness from the honey.

"Good?” Steve asked you nervously, pulling the blankets up over you.

“Yeah, it’s good,” you confirmed, holding the cup in your lap.

“Gotta finish it all. It’ll help you relax.”

Steve waited until you downed the cup with a slow nod, adjusting the pillows behind you. He sat with you, his hand over yours as he inhaled a shaky breath.

“I’m going to be better for you,” he promised with a hard nod. “No more sadness. You’ve been trying to help me since I came home. When the snap happened, I thought I’d lost you forever. I was broken. I still am.”

His eyes were glassy at the mention of you leaving, finally acknowledging that it had affected him. You heard him sniffle, trying to clear his throat as his thin arms pulled you closer toward him. The act alone was enough to overwhelm you, his face nuzzling against yours gently. You told yourself that this was still Steve, under even this sad exterior.

“I’ll be good for us. Gonna be the hero you deserve, sweetheart. I love you,” Steve professed. “Just rest. I’m here.”

#pre-serum steve rogers x female reader #dark!steve rogers #dark! pre-serum steve rogers x reader #doctor strange

[harrywritingsbyme]

The one where Harry plays with Y/n

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: I couldn’t come up with a decent title or end it properly, but here’s something filthy for ya! I even sprinkled a little bit of Italy Harry and Smaller!reader in it too bc why not😌!! And I’m sorry that it’s super late, it took me a lot longer than usual to write this time. Enjoy🙃

If Harry had to pick one thing he loved doing to you, he’d choose edging you. He loved the idea of pushing you right to the brink of a mind-blowing orgasm just to stop and not carry it through. He loved hearing your desperate and incessant cries out to him, begging and pleading for him to follow through and allow you to let go. He also loved listening to the sound of your voice as you cried and begged for him to let you cum. And he couldn’t get enough of seeing your body thrash and quake before him as you took in the bits of pleasure that he was giving you.

To sum it all up, Harry loved the power that came along with controlling your pleasure. There was something else though that was apart of this power that Harry enjoyed as well. For some reason, Harry had a bit of a thing for making you squirm and blush. 

Given the fact that he could practically read right through you, Harry knew exactly how you were feeling most of the time and he knew just what to say in order to invoke a bashful, borderline embarrassed reaction. It’s not that he wanted to make you feel bad or make you think that the way you were feeling was wrong, he just liked to hear and see you admit to how you were feeling. There was never a time where Harry didn’t want to know what you wanted. He absolutely loved hearing from your mouth what you wanted him to do to you. It didn’t help that when he uncovered your feelings you would get all blushy and cute in the process.

Now Harry’s love and enjoyment for these two things was already at a high under any normal circumstance. But when he fell a little bit deeper into his domspace, his need to have that power and make you blush became even more pronounced. They became his only two goals. He wanted to have complete control over your pleasure, and he wanted to make you squirm.

And today was just one of those days where he had those two goals in mind. He planned on doing it as best and as much as he possibly could. If there was any room for him to pleasure you or embarrass you a little, he was going to do it. 

Harry couldn’t put a finger on what exactly triggered or pushed him a bit more into the depths his domspace as a whole but as you two were talking and making your plans for the day, a wave so to speak came over him that caused him to become more in tune with the mindset and goals of controlling your pleasure and making you a squirming (and a little embarrassed) mess. Since you were so determined to go out, shop and explore the streets of Rome (even though you’d already traveled to and seen a lot Italy, including this part with Harry on numerous occasions), Harry decided to use this as an ultimatum to fulfill and “complete” his goals. While the two of you were lying completely naked in bed, Harry gave you an ultimatum.

“If you let me fill you up and fuck you with my cock twice before we leave, I’ll let you do whatever you want for the day. You can choose what we do, where we eat, everything; as long as I pound into you twice. Can you do that?” Harry whispers calmly. You could already feel a healthy bit of arousal forming between your legs at his statement, and you were never one to turn down a good pounding from Harry so there wasn’t much of a pause between Harry’s ultimatum and your compliance. There was also a pretty small window in-between the time you agreed to his proposal and him pushing you onto your back and moving between your legs. When you two went to sleep last night, you were filled to the brim with Harry’s cock. But while you two were talking and making plans, you pulled yourself off of his cock and turned yourself over to look at him while you two spoke. So Harry was almost desperate to push his cock back into you. Once he’s between your legs he wraps a hand around your calf and he tugs (more like flips) you over onto your stomach. He wastes no time gripping onto and pushing your ass apart before sinking into you. The both of you guys’ moans fill the entire room. He continuously slams into you from behind, stopping every once in a while to hear you whine for him to help going and watch you try to push back against him. After countless deep and sharp thrusts with many wanton and loud moans and shouts in between, you and Harry finally reach your breaking points. After your first and very climactic releases of the day, the two of you lay in bed next to each other for a good while. Both you and Harry (especially you) were trying your hardest to piece together your very much fragmented composure.

Once you and Harry can feel most of your bodies again, the two of you get up and hop in the shower together. This was the first time in a while that you weren’t either pressed against the wall or on your knees in the shower. Instead, the two of shared a few soft and sweet kisses here and there while you got each other clean. The rest of the morning and a very early portion of the afternoon is spent getting ready with little to no advances from Harry. The most you got out of him was a very adamant suggestion on what panties you were going to wear. And in the end, he got what he wanted. He was able to get you into the lacy, barely panties he was dying to get you in. For the rest of the time before going out, you’re anxiously (in a good way) waiting for the second time Harry’d push into you again. While you were looking forward to and waiting for the second time, Harry was watching you wait. He was watching your every move. While he prepared a little something for you two, he watched you from across the counter move around in your chair. He could tell that you were expecting and dying for him to take you one last time before the two of you left the house. Seeing you a bit uneasy and unsure of when he was going to touch you again did get Harry riled back up. After eating and talking a little bit, it was time for you to leave. Which meant that it was also time for your long and much awaited second time with Harry. 

“Ready f’me to take you again baby?” Harry asks as he rounds the counter towards you.

“Mhm.” You readily reply back. When you pick yourself up from your chair, you’re pressed right up against Harry’s front. Instead of responding, Harry swiftly picks you up and carries you both to the living room. He drops you down onto the couch and lifts one of your legs up onto the back of the couch so that your legs are spread for him. He then kneels on the couch between your legs and bunches your dress further up your waist, exposing your dampening panties. 

“You were waiting for daddy’s cock huh?” Harry teases, pushing his finger through the crotch of your panties and pulling them to the side to reveal your glistening folds.

“Mhm” you sigh feeling one of his fingers push up your folds to collect some of your arousal. 

“Well you don’t have to wait any longer sweet girl.” Harry hums before pulling his hands from between your legs and standing up to undo his pants. Harry manages to kick his pants and shoes off in one swift motion before moving back on top of you. “Ready?” He asks quickly, bringing his hand down to line his cock up with your entrance again. To respond to his question, you wrap your arms around his neck and you pull his lips down to yours. When you do this, you feel him begin to push into you. As he does this, yours and Harry’s moans into each others mouths get louder and your grip on each other gets tighter. Even though it was only two and a half almost three hours ago, you both missed the feeling of being around each other like this. Once he’s fully inside of you, Harry tightens his grip around your hips and he begins to quickly crash his hips down into yours. You were still a bit sensitive from round one so this time you could really feel every last thing; and it felt beyond amazing. It felt so good that you managed to bring your leg down from the back of the couch and wrap both of them around Harry’s lower back. As he continued to move inside you, Harry’s mouth began to move down your neck. You could feel him bite at your skin a little then harshly suck on it, which would allow for a small bruise to form on your neck. When you thought he couldn’t get any deeper than he was in that moment, Harry managed to prove you wrong. He releases one of your hips and uses his now free hand to push himself with you in his arms up so that you were sitting in his lap. Being in this position meant that Harry was able to fully control the way your body moved against his cock. Both of his hands go back to your hips and he begins to quickly move your body up and down on his cock. He’d pull you up, just to slam you back down and and keep you down so long that you could feel him tightly pressing into the deepest part of you. He’d even push your body in an almost circular formation so that the coarse hairs around his cock would brush up against your clit. As he continues to do this, you can feel your second release of the day speeding towards you. And so does Harry. He pulls his head up from your shoulder and looks you right in the eye.

“Want you to cum f’me baby, cum ‘round my cock.” Harry pants, lifting himself up from his kneeling position to lay you back down against the couch. After a few more thrusts, you let yourself go around him and he was right behind you. This one was a bit heavier then the last. He poured so much more of himself into you this time. Once he’s caught his breath, Harry begins to slowly pull out of you. That is, not before telling you to tighten up as much as possible so that his cum would stay inside of you. Once he’s completely out of you, he pulls your panties back over to cover you before giving you a couple soft taps over them. “Still wanna go out.” Harry asks, making sure that you were still up for it since you looked pretty out of it.

“Yeah.” You croak out to him. “Just need a minuet because my legs are all tingly.” You continue, trying to move your legs that fell from Harry’s waist and down to either side of him. You weren’t going to let a second round of amazing sex stop you from having a nice day out.

“Well take your time, need t’put my pants and shoes back on.” Harry agrees, giving your thighs a squeeze before lifting himself up from between your legs. He tugs your dress down to cover you back up before moving to the other end of the couch to work on redressing himself. Once he’s dressed again, and you’ve had a little time to regroup, Harry’s helping you up from where you were laying, fixing your hair a little, and moving your both out the door. 

From the outside, it looked like you and Harry were just a couple in love. And you two were! It’s just that as he was placing those kisses below your ear and letting you know how pretty you were, he was also telling you how you looked like a much cuter version of Bambi as you walked on your wobbly legs and that he couldn’t wait to take those now completely ruined panties off of you later on tonight. This was only a little bit of what he did though. When you two were in a more secluded area of a shop you went into, Harry would push his hand up the back of your dress and grab the flesh of your ass in his hand. This would cause you to let out a little squeal, which would lead to the workers in the store to look at you sideways. And all Harry would do in that moment is chuckle at your little outburst, sponge his lips against your warm cheek, and tell you that it wasn’t nice to hit daddy when when you’d shove his hand from underneath your dress. When you two sat down to try out this new restaurant you both found in the area, Harry’s hand conveniently found it’s way underneath your dress. The fact that there were long white tablecloths covering the tables, along with the not as crowded area of the restaurant you two were in (thanks to Harry of course) meant that Harry’s actions went unnoticed. You were bracing yourself to feel his fingers pushing into your panties and touching you. But all he did was squeeze and pinch at your thighs, and seldomly he’d run a finger up the front of your panties. This continued throughout the entirety of you guys’ meal. It was really difficult to keep yourself together. You had Harry touching you constantly, and you had the task of trying to keep his cum from pouring down your legs. 

After a couple hours of wandering around the different streets, some shopping here and there, and now dinner, the both of you come to a consensus that it was time to retire and head back home. The two of you made it back home just in time to watch the sunset. You and Harry had an amazing view from the balcony right off of your bedroom so the both of you climb the stairs to your shared room and he picks up the book that he was currently reading from the nightstand and he pulls you both out onto the balcony. He sits down in one of the two cushioned chairs that were out there and he taps his thigh for you to sit on his lap. Instead of sitting sideways so that you can watch the sunset, you straddle him instead, wrapping your arms around his back and burrowing your head into his chest.

“Don’t wanna watch the sunset baby?” He asks as he flips to the page where he left off the night before.

“Wanna cuddle.” You mumble into his shoulder. 

“Alrighty, I’ll read out loud for you then.” Harry concedes before getting into the book.

Now you didn’t know why, but while Harry was reading, your clit began to tingle a lot. You didn’t know if it was from you and your panties being flooded with his his cum, pent up arousal from his constant teasing earlier, or if it was from the sound of his voice as he read. Either way, it caused you to shift your self over so that most of your weight was on one of Harry’s legs and begin to not so subtly push yourself back and forth against him. 

“Is your pretty little peach soaking wet for daddy again sweet girl?” Harry asks, stopping his reading from the book to address your movements.

“No m’not.” You deny his claim, stopping in your tracks when he realizes what you’re doing. 

“Then why are you rubbin’ against me?” When there’s silence, Harry places his folds the corner of the page where he left off, closes the book, and picks you both up from the chair. He carries you two back into the bedroom where he sits the book down onto the nightstand. He then loosens his once tight grip on you, causing you to slip out of his grasp and onto the bed. From the time you’re lying on the bed Harry says nothing to you. All he does is undress you both, leaving him completely naked, and you completely naked except for your panties. Since you wanted to not tell him the truth, Harry was going to not only embarrass you a little, he planned on taking complete control over your pleasure and make you suffer a little bit. 

Before lying on the bed between your legs, Harry hooks his fingers around the sides of your panties and pulls them down your legs. As he does this, he watches as the strings of your arousal extend from your cunt to your panties as he pulls them off of you. Once they’re fully off of your body, Harry brings them up to eye level and he inspects them. 

“This looks like soaking wet to me.” Harry points out with a chuckle, looking right at the damp lace in his hands. When he looks down at you, he can see you biting your lip and fidgeting around a little bit at this. “Now open that pretty mouth f’me.” Harry instructs as he dangles your panties from his index finger. You knew that you were going to get a little bit of a punishment for not telling the truth, so you were going to follow every one of his instructions. As soon as your mouth opens, Harry brings his hand closer to your face and he lowers the panties into your mouth. When he does this, you can taste the mixture of his cum and your arousal. Once they’re in your mouth, Harry lies between your legs and wastes no time attaching his mouth onto you. You could feel his tongue gliding up and down your folds, lapping up all of your arousal and his cum. Even though your cries were muffled because of your panties, they were still loud. And music to Harry’s ears. The sounds you were making, along with the way you tasted was heavenly to him and it only fueled his fire even more. When he started to moan against you as he used his tongue to prod at your entrance, you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge. He could even feel your weepy hole begin to clench up, signaling to him that you were really close to the edge. At this, Harry pulls his mouth away. Resulting in you whimpering through your panties. “Aww, my little baby got her orgasm ruined?” Harry coos, bringing his thumb up to circle your clit. “Poor girl.” Harry chuckles before bringing two fingers down to your entrance. When he waits to push them in, he watches as your hips lift a little to push them in yourself. This causes Harry to let out a little laugh before finally pushing them into you. The feeling of having something inside of you, even if it was just his fingers results in a loud and relieved moan. As he thrusts them into you, Harry makes sure to alternate speeds. At some points he was going really fast, thrusting them into you at full speed and curling them up into your sweet spot. And at other points, he slowed his fingers down, shallowly thrusting them into you and neglecting your sweet spot. When he felt your walls tighten around his fingers, he pulls them from you. Ruining yet again, another orgasm and driving you completely insane. 

The only tactic he had to left prolong the time before he allowed you to cum was his cock. So he lifts himself up between your legs and positions himself on top of you. When he looks down at your face he can your mouth stuffed with your panties and your watery eyes. He then  plucks the panties from your mouth and tosses them off to the side. 

“Now have you learned your lesson baby?” Harry asks.

“Yes daddy.” You whisper back. 

“And what is that?”

“Not to lie to daddy.” You recite back to him, making sure to look him right in the eye as you say it.

“Good girl.” Harry praises. “Now, before you get to cum, daddy has to cum.” Harry continues. “Understood?”

“Yes daddy.”

Once you reply, Harry wraps his hand around his hard cock and gives himself a couple tugs. When he felt you rubbing against his thigh outside, his cock plumped up a bit. Then when he saw your panties and was between your legs, he got even harder. So by now, Harry was fully hard and ready to push back into you for the third time today. Luckily for you, Harry was really turned on at the sight of you being desperate to cum. So it wasn’t going to take long for him to reach the point of letting go. To not delay things any longer, Harry lines himself up with your entrance and pushes into you.

“Oh my god.” You whimper at the feeling of him entering you. Hearing this and seeing your face contort prompted a wide smirk to spread across his face. This was the third time he pushed into you today and he still managed to get that reaction out of you. Even though he was supposed to be punishing you a little bit, seeing you react like this made him want to make you cum really hard. He then presses one hand on your lower stomach and he begins to thrust into you. The both of you were moaning messes. This would be both you and Harry’s third release of the day and you sensitivity was through the roof. He way he was continuously hitting that sweet spot inside of you with every thrust was driving you mad.

“Feel me in y’tummy sweet girl?” Harry pants through the moans that were falling from his mouth. You couldn’t verbally respond to him because he felt so good that you could barely speak. But you were able to lift your hand and drop it right onto of his that was pressing into your stomach. 

As he continued to thrust into you, Harry became a little dizzy. You were squeezing him so tight, tying to hold back like he instructed you to do. You were tightening up so much around him that he had to put in a little more effort to push himself in and out of you. When he felt himself getting extremely close to the edge, Harry finally let you cum. 

“Cum with me baby!” Harry shouts before pushing into you one more time. That thrust pushed you both right over the edge. This time around the both of you released every drop of yourselves that you had left, leaving you two in a heaping pile of exhaustion. After pulling out of you, Harry collapses onto the bed next to you. 

“You did so good today baby. You came three times!” Harry praises, slowly turning himself onto his side so that he could get a better look at you.

“Yeah, and now I can’t feel my body.” You sigh with a slight pout. You weren’t complaining, it was just that the numb feeling was a little weird for you. 

“Wanna take a bath? We can cuddle afterwards.” Harry whispers to you, reaching over to cup your sticky cheek. 

“Please?” 

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Restart | END | Avengers x Male! Reader

I am discontinuing my Restart series because I've simply lost creative juices for it. That's it, no elaborate or other reason. Anyways, I didn't want to just end it on the last chapter, and as someone who loves to overshare (especially if it's unsolicited), I thought some might like to see what drafts I had in plan, going chapter by chapter.

It goes up to Ch. 20 with additional bonus chapters, and chapters where I wasn't sure where they were going to be placed in the timeline.

If you have any comments, let me know! I'd love to read them :)

Here goes! Warning: very long, since the formatting is weird! The reader will be referred to as (Name) and "you", as in the story.

Right after Ch. 12 (Circumvention), are 2 special chapters (High Caliber Bullet) & (America's Sweethearts).

(High Caliber Bullet)'s basic plot was that Barnes, now # amount of weeks since the last chapter, has gained some freedoms and can now go out and about with either (Name) or DAHLIA for supervision (via his phone, and through the cameras everywhere).

In this particular chapter, he basically goes out for a typical grocery run with DAHLIA "accompanying" him, since before, he remembers (Name) telling him that "I won't always be there with you". But something bad happens! Wooo! (Maybe an attempted robbery, I didn't have the details sorted out yet.)

Either way, DAHLIA loses contact with him, and she tries to contact you ASAP, but it takes a little while since your dumbass was asleep the whole time! Wow! The suit had to manually power on and shake you awake.

Anyways, the only thing I had "written down" after that was that, after a failed search attempt for James, you go back home and are greeted with a surprise... "Kabedon"? Or, you're pinned to the walls by James... Or, rather, the Winter Soldier! 

You're not sure what's going on, only that, "Wow, Barnes is acting weird. Why is he suddenly Russian? Wh- Okay, wow, he's suddenly gotten a lot closer. Now, wait a fuckin' minute-!"

Either way, you and James make a discovery of a second personality living inside his body- the Soldier! Or Winter, I'm still unsure which I would have gone for. If you're familiar with certain WinterIron tropes, this is one of them. Anyways, that's the end of that chapter, or what I had written so far, anyway.

This chapter is really important to the canon of Restart since it establishes Soldier, but it didn't fit into my initial plans of 10 chapters an arc, so. That's why it's a "special" chapter.

The next "special" chapter after that was (America's Sweethearts). I had written 2 "chunks" of text for this chapter. The main plot is, basically, you and Steve spent a platonic (promise!) Valentine's Day together. Hence the title. Cute, right? This was referenced in Ch. 9 (Revelation) during Future! Steve's reminiscing.

Anyways, below the next text is what I had written for that chapter. It will be in normal text.

No other thoughts on that, so let's move on.

"You live like this?"

In his defense, Steve's apartment wasn't messy in the slightest. In fact, it was the other way around- everything was too clean, too pristine, too detached. The only saving grace he's getting from standing in the middle of his apartment is the fact that compared to the chilly Brooklyn weather, it was almost obnoxiously warm in his apartment. 

Not only did he have the heater going on, but he had another separate, portable heater blasting hot air in the corner.

(Sometimes, and only sometimes, Steve will stand in front of the heater and slowly spin around like a rotisserie chicken. The heat feels good, in his defense.)

The heat was something that you, thankfully, didn't comment on as you shed your jacket and slung it around the coat hanger near the door. You're wearing an over-sized tee- Thor's tee, he absentmindedly notes- and some sweats, both like and unlike the (Name) he often sees.

(It's not uncommon for Steve to glance at a newspaper or TV still shot and see you with your hair slicked back and dressed head to toe in a suit so expensive he's confident it costs at least a few years' worths of a typical New Yorker's rent.

Neither is uncommon to see you on the front cover of Men's Magazine, wearing a simple tee that shouldn't look that good on you but still does and posing confidently for the camera.

But despite all that, all of the clearly flattering outfits you could possibly wear at the tips of your fingers, often Steve will see you wear a disparagingly obnoxious, dirty shirt, and an old pair of sweats as your go-to outfit.)

(No, he will never admit that he really likes seeing you like that. Even with the mysterious smudged substance often found on the bottom of your sweats, as if you had swing danced in mud and crude oil.)

Regardless, while he often questions your private life fashion choices (and this is coming from a man who willingly wears khakis), he at least knows why you're wearing what you are, given the fact that he's also dressed in an overused tee and some joggers.

"What's wrong with my apartment? Not up to par with your penthouse standards?" Steve jests.

"Steve. Please." You threw him an unimpressed glare, much to Steve's never-ending amusement.

You glanced back to the inside of the apartment and squinted at it with what Steve could only describe as a rich man's scrutinizing gaze, before shrugging nonchalantly. You strolled into his apartment with a confidence Steve can still never get used to, one that reminds him so much of Tony's, and even Howard on his bad days.

(He understands why Tony doesn't like it when he brings Howard up, as he belatedly realizes that Howard didn't die the same man he knew him as, but he never understood why you've suddenly gotten bitter about Howard as well.)

He follows you into the hallway, and if it weren't for the fact that this was his apartment, he would've looked like a lost puppy following its new owner.

His apartment's not really that big, so it doesn't take long before you've both reached the living room. A simple TV, simple couch, simple table. Nothing really exciting in his living room, but it serves its purposes, in Steve's opinion.

(This is the end of that chunk. Next is where I picked up in writing. Short time skip, they both fall asleep and now Steve's waking up.)

It was the change in the smell that woke him up.

It's always the scent of fresh linen that greeted him early in the morning, something that's become so attuned to his everyday life. So when, instead, popcorn and sweets drifts his way, for a brief second his heart rate jumps.

'What?', his mind asks as he opens his eyes, bleary but cautious.

'Oh,' his mind responds back at him when his eyes drift down to your sleeping form laying splayed right on top of him, body glued to his side. You're mainly hogging the blanket, but he doesn't really mind as he runs hot 24/7. 

'Oh', his mind repeats softly, as something deep unfurls from his stomach and rises to his throat, clenching up and unable to say anything as his eyes fixate themselves on your steady breathing. Your lips are too close to his neck, each breath too warm, even for him. His skin burns where it meets yours, and absently he thinks, 'this is nice'.

'Yeah,' he lifts his hand to brush away a strand of hair away from your eyes, 'This is nice.'

Steve blearily throws a glance at the clock on his nightstand. 4 more minutes until he'd typically wake up and start his day with a morning jog.

'No,' his body protests.

'Okay,' his mind agrees without a fight.

He carefully reaches over and presses the silence button on his alarm. Above him, a breathy exhale escapes your lips at the sudden movement, and if possible, you curl closer to him than you were before. He pauses, unsure if you're going to wake up or not, but relax when he realizes that you're still in a deep slumber.

(Another break. Next sentence was supposed to be the final sentence of the chapter.)

In the end, neither of you commented about how Steve had missed his daily morning run as his limbs were straddled in between yours.

Ch. 13 (Upheaval) and 14 (Airlocked) are short in terms of drafting, so I'll combine them into one section here. Ch. 13 (Upheaval) was about taking down SHIELDRA in a better manner than the mess that was CA:TWS. And (Name) also forces Steve and Natasha to fess up immediately about Tony's parent's murderer. ((Name) threatens them.)

As for Ch. 14 (Airlocked), it's pretty much a filler chapter of sorts. (Name) graduates, there's now an official class-action lawsuit against Ross, also now keeping an eye on Baron Zemo, and we see some progression on Barne's therapy session. Not much, but some.

I really was not looking forward to these two chapters, as I knew they were gonna be boring as hell.

Ch. 15 (Spiralling) has actual written chunks. It's basically about the early prevention of Ultron. The Avengers go to a Sokovian HYDRA base, take out baddies, and the Super Twins get captured first- wow! But not before Wanda does... something to (Name), causing you to hallucinate and lose contact with the team- uh oh!

But don't worry! You get run over by a car. Lol. Below is what I had written for it, sans minor text.

A/N: In Ch. 7 (Summer), there was a 'dream-sequence' that happened where (Name) was on Titan with Tony, Peter, Stephen, and the GOTG. I've now decided that in canon, (Name) was not on Titan- instead, you were on Earth instead during IW helping at Wakanda. Just a brief plot-hole wrap-up; let's imply that (Name) had watched video footage of the fight at Titan via Tony's suit afterward, and that's where the nightmare came from. Okay bye.

(VERY abrupt start into the story, not meant to be the start of the chapter in the final draft, just where I wanted to start writing. Intro to Wanda.)

You jerked your head, catching a glimpse of brunette hair in the corner of your eyes. You swung your gauntlet instinctively and made instant contact with whatever was next to you. Flutters of red wisps followed your eyes, and you instantly knew what just happened as a body dropped next to you. 

You grunted and leaned onto the nearest wall, watching the girl's limp body with caution. Your shoulder plate lifted, and a tranquilizing dart connected to her thigh.

Just in case.

"Guys, I- I've been- ugh..." You wanted to vomit, the pounding in your head worsening with each millisecond that passes. Already, your surroundings distort you with each blink, walls melting and the floor sinking in on itself. "I've been- com-," you swallowed back your bile, "-compromised... Sending- location... Ergh..."

You didn't even have enough time to hear a response before the whole world around you shifted. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to calm your thundering heartbeat. The pounding got worse as the armor around you dissipated into nothing but the under-suit you were wearing. Before, where there were the shouting and gunshots, is now replaced with an eerie silence filled with just your laborious breathing.

You didn't know the full extent of what visions you were about to see, but you needed to remember that none of this is real. Scientifically, that was your only safe haven from possibly losing your mind for what's about to come. And it was worse because you had no idea what visions you'd see. Would you see Thanos? The Chitauri, just like your father once had? Or would it be something more close to home; the bunker? Tony's dead body, splayed with vomit around him, frostbitten to the touch and still like a marbled statue? 

Ready to go up and arms at whatever it was you're about to see, you cautiously opened your eyes.

(Line break, there's meant to be an "oh shit" line, like "Only, you were met with eyes far too similar to yours." but I still didn't know what I wanted to do for the hallucination sequence. Maybe meeting an older you, a younger you, or your dream life without the Avengers or meta-humans.)

(Below is an abrupt shift in the story; same general setting, but outside POV! What I had was dialogue only, alternating between people in bold, as a POV switch.)

(Name) "Guys, I- I've been- ugh... I've been- com-compromised... Sending- location... Ergh..." 

(Steve) "Apex, do you copy? (Name)!" 

(Steve) "Shit, (Name) isn't answering! Tony!"

(Tony) "Got his location, he's inside the base. J.A.R.V.I.S., what's his status?" 

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "I'm sorry, Sir, but it appears that I am not in contact with his suit." 

(Tony) "Wha- the hell do you mean you're not in contact?!" 

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "I cannot connect to his suit; it appears that Young Sir has somehow deprogrammed me from his suit." 

(Tony) "Wha-!" 

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "However, it seems as if there is an A.I. present nonetheless. Though..." 

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "I do not recognize the code. Would you like me to attempt at forming a mode of communication?" 

(Tony) "Yeah, just- God, make sure (Name)'s okay, please." 

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "On it." 

(J.A.R.V.I.S.) "Establishing a connection." 

(DAHLIA) "Mister Stark?"

(Tony) "Wha- I'm sorry- who are you?"

(DAHLIA), ignoring Tony, "An enhanced got to (Name). The operative is down, but (Name)'s experiencing hallucinations. I can't get through to him- you need to get to him, now. I fear he may hurt himself more than he already has."

(DAHLIA) "And if I may be privy to a request?"

(Tony) "What?"

(DAHLIA) "Don't bring Rogers." (I don't remember why I wrote this bit.)

(Steve) "Any updates on (Name)?"

(Tony) "Yep, and by the looks of it," there was a loud boom coming from the base, and as Tony looked up to see an all too familiar suit fly out of the building. Or, rather, flying was an interesting way to put it- it was more of a free-falling more than anything else.

(Steve) "What was that?"

(Tony) "That was (Name), and he's not havin' a great time I'll tell you that."

His voice was light and joking, but he'd be lying if he didn't say that his heart wasn't in his throat by the sight of you flying out of the building and falling back into the forests.

(Line break, another POV switch)

Steve sprinted towards the loud boom, movements quick and calculated, but mind racing a thousand miles an hour. He saw a red and gold glint fly up above him, zipping in and out between trees gracefully. 

(Line break, but no switch, same place. Another story POV shift, sort of. Steve makes contact with (Name), or so he thinks.)

"(Name)? Hey, do you copy?"

The suit was eerily silent, glowing eyes that once gave comfort to the soldier now bringing nothing but an awful, gripping dread; one that he'd get when there were Nazi soldiers nearby, but he couldn't tell where even with his enhanced senses. The suit gave away nothing that usually screamed out everything that was you- no head swaying, no restless and constantly shifting feet, only a stillness that looked so unnatural. Almost as if there was no one in there.

"(Name)?"

There was no response from you.

The hairs on Steve's neck stood up, everything in his system suddenly screaming to get out of there, run, leave, get away from the suit, but he ignored it as he took a cautious step forward.

Again, you didn't seem to react.

Then, the suit took a step forward.

Then another one.

And another one.

"(Name)-"

Before he could say anything more, the suit lunged forward. Only for a moment could Steve react, but even he wasn't as fast as you could be when you're in the suit. He raised his shield, ready to be shot at, but only the sound of harsh metal on metal makes it to his ears. By the sounds of it, it sounded like Tony had managed to land a direct hit on you, from wherever position he was at. Cautiously, Steve lowers his shield to look.

But instead of the familiar red and gold suit of armor greeting him, it's the sight of two (color) suits wrestling on the ground with each other that manages to sucker-punch all air from his lungs.

(Basically, you went bat shit insane and got out of the older suit, then prematurely activating the nano suit instead, in a fit of panicked hallucination. The older suit, now operating by DAHLIA, was trying to protect Steve from being ambushed by (Name), and now they're wrestling.)

(Another big break, but I think I had a hallucination sequence from (Name)'s POV planned here. Not sure what I was gonna do here since I planned this like, maybe in 2018, early 2019. It's... 2021 now...)

"-(Name)!"

Your eyes widened as the world around you suddenly shifts out of existence, and instead, you're outside in the dim, snowy alps once again. Someone called out to you, you don't know who, but there's a light in the corner of your eyes that's so goddamn bright. You turn your head in the direction of the light, and amidst all of the yelling and gunshots, DAHLIA's cool, chilling voice rings the loudest in your ear.

"Aborting protoc-"

And then the world turned black.

Ch. 16 (Enflamed) also has written text. Basically, you're recovering from being caught slipping by a car, the team is now aware of certain secrets you've been keeping behind their backs, and you realize that you have to get back to Barnes to let him know you're okay.

This chapter was meant to be focused on the twins, but I guess I forgot that as I was "writing" it. Basically, the gist was that their parent's deaths weren't by officially licensed Stark tech (maybe even a counterfeit since Stark weapons are the best, and don't malfunction as it did in WandaVision ep. 8). Maybe HYDRA was the one that did it in order to recruit more people. Or something like that. Basically, Tony wasn't the one who authorized those weapons to be sold and used there, but it was Stane. Either way, they get their own healthy moment to mourn and lament over it all.

Here's the text below. Italics for a dream sequence, since you were unconscious/ in a coma from being bOnked on by a car.

"Hey, sweetheart."

You smile, turning around to face the voice only to be greeted with lips on yours. You chuckle, amused that this was the first thing you'd be greeted with, but lean into the kiss anyways as you wrapped your fingers around their cheek.

They pull back first, but their eyes are warm as they smile, lingering in the space between the two of you. Where their hands laid on your hips, your skin burned bright hot, but you paid no mind to it. 

(There's supposed to be more, maybe foreshadowing, but I stopped here in terms of the dream sequence. Jump cut to another POV, but you're waking up!)

(Name) "Hnng..."

(Steve) "Stay down! You're in no condition to move at all, just- just rest, okay? The doctors- and- your dad are coming."

(Steve) "How're you feeling? You want some water?"

You tried to turn your head to look at the blonde but hissed suddenly.

(Name) "S'nnof'a' b'ch..." (Son of a bitch.)

Steve helped you settle back onto your pillow- which even he'll admit doesn't look like the most comfortable setting in the world.

"Language, (Name)..."

He reprimanded, but there's no heat in his words as he's just so thankful that you're even capable of forming any words, no matter how profane they may be.

Beside him, Clint laughs a bit too loud for comfort. Steve wants to tell him to be quiet, as he's sure you're sensitive to noise right now, but God he can't blame the archer for his overwhelming relief. 

Lord knows Clint wasn't the only one to stress over their youngest Avenger.

"First words after a damn coma, and it's 'son of a bitch'! I told you he's a fighter!"

"Of course he is, he's a Stark after all."

All eyes turn to see the billionaire and assassin walk into the room. They look clean and pristine as always, but by the slight sheen of sweat on both of them, Steve knew they rushed here as soon as word spread that you were awake.

(Natasha) "Tooting your own horn a little much there?"

Natasha's smile betrays her words as she looks fondly from the senior Stark to the junior. Even the ironclad wall she has up 24/7 has a soft spot for the team's junior member.

(Especially for the junior member, but you didn't hear that from Steve.)

(Tony) "It's both of our horns, excuse you."

Tony turns his attention to you and places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"You sure took a hit back there, champ."

"Mmm... 'm feel like a... Nn... A damn Make A W'sh kid...", (Mm, am feeling like a damn Make A Wish kid...) your eyes, though blown out from still being drugged up, wandered across each Avenger. You frowned, then smirked- well, as best as you could, anyways. 

"Where's th' Hul'k? T'or?" (Where's the Hulk? Thor? (As a joke, since usually the whole gang visits, but they're missing))

"Relax junior, you're not that special. We can only afford so many Avengers to visit you."

Despite his harsh words, Tony places a kiss right on your forehead. Your eyes flutter closed, lashes delicately batting as Tony leans away.

(Big block of nothing, there were supposed to be more text here, more dialogue or something. Same setting!)

(Tony) "So. We need to talk about what happened back there. Y'know. The brand-smackin' new A.I. that's in your suit- she's been awfully quiet. Oh, and the- lord, the thing's a work of art- the- what is it? Nanite suit? That's in a collar- a collar? I mean, I'm not one to judge questionable fashion statements, but-"

(Steve, or someone else) "Tony."

(Tony) "Right- but, we are going to talk about all that, okay?"

"L'ter, ple's? Am tir'd..." (Later, please? Am tired.)

"An' b'sides, chok'r's fun..." (And besides, chokers are fun.)

(Line break, basically, you remember you have a certain Winter Soldier that's been sitting at home without any word from you.)

’Oh fuck.’

(Big line break, basically, you get discharged from the hospital, and now you visit the safehouse Barnes is in to check up on him.)

It was eerily quiet when you opened the door to the safe house. You limped into the door, thankful that the ride on the way back, there were no paparazzi to see you leave at all. (Really, Happy should get a raise.) Lord knows how much of a rile that'll get out of the news media.

'Avengers' Golden Boy: Fatally Injured?' or something dumb like that.

You'd love to roll your eyes, but the tension that's coiling up in your gut surpasses the want as you slowly step into the house. It's warm, more so than the slow brewing chill that's been tempering outside. James never liked the cold, but even so, the house was warmer than you remembered. His shoes are still near the doorway, in the exact place that you remembered it to be, so he definitely hasn't gone anywhere.

(Though, the alerts that were on your phone from DAHLIA definitely show that he wanted to.)

For a brief moment, you were concerned that there wasn't enough food; but even then, DAHLIA would still be up, so she could place an online order to refill the fridge at a moment's notice, so it's not like James (even with his super-soldiered appetite) would starve himself here.

You quietly slipped out of your shoes, slowly as to not incur another cramp in your back, and stepped into the hallway barefooted. You glance into each room you pass by, but not a single sign of the soldier was anywhere to be found.

You stopped when you stood in front of one specific lounge room; yours and James' favorite lounge room.

Lurking into the room, you glanced around.

The room looked exactly like how it did days before when you were still conscious. There are a few mugs strewn about. Most empty, conjoined in one area of the table (James' area), but there's one that's filled with your favorite drink. A drink that you don't remember making for yourself.

And it's placed right in front of your favorite chair, too. Something squeezes at your heartstrings as you couldn't help but smile fondly.

It's gone cold, you absently note as you dip a finger into it. Wiping your finger on your pants, you grabbed it and the rest of the empty cups, making a note to place them into the dishwasher when you make it into the kitchen.

"James?"

You called out, but only your voice echoed back. The cups quietly rattled with each step, and it's not long before you make it into the kitchen. It, too, looks the same, but there's a thin layer of dust only a clean freak would notice. The sink is empty and clear of any beads of water. Unused for a little bit, you concluded.

Yeesh.

You placed all of the cups into the dishwasher, which was also dry and empty as well. Sighing, you turned on the machine and jumped out of your skin when you felt a pair of built arms wrap themselves around you tightly.

It only takes a split second for you to realize that, no, this is not some ax murderer that's about to choke the life out of you, it's just James.

James who, apparently, is holding you flush against his chest, fingers curling themselves against your bandaged abdomen. You held back a wince of pain, careful not to make your breathing waver, as James nuzzle his whole head against the crook of your neck. 

(Honestly, for someone named the Winter Soldier, he sure is warm because whew, boy-)

"Ja-"

"I thought you were gone."

His name is caught in your throat as James' voice- gritty, deep, unused- rumbles into your skin. You freeze, unsure of what to say to that as you shuddered, suddenly breathless as he mouths at your neck. Your ears turn bright red as he takes that moment to speak up, not once letting up on his fingers ghosting a trail on each muscle on your abdomen.

"You were gone. One second you were in my arms, and the next... The next, DAHLIA's tellin' me you're in a damn coma."

You winced, not sure how to respond to both what he said or the growl that accompanied it. You looked up at the camera that was in a nearby corner and threw it a withering glance, feeling slightly betrayed by DAHLIA for telling James that.

Thankfully (or probably not), James isn't really looking for a response as he continues on.

"Моя звездная пыль (My stardust)," Russian slips out, bringing a chill up your spine as bits of Winter spills out from James' fingertips, "The witch got to you, didn't she?"

Goosebumps raised on your skin, and to your silence, James snarled. You can barely feel his teeth graze on your nape, and you really don't know if you should feel embarrassed or something else.

And wow, okay, maybe you should tell James to ease up on the "hug", because holy shit, his grip's getting tighter and it's starting to actually hurt.

(Ah, he might tear the stitches.)

"HYDRA сукa...! Я убью ее...!" (HYDRA bitch...! I'll kill her...!)

You huffed, still red in the face as he hasn't even nudged away from letting you go. You patted his forearm, signaling for him to loosen up his grip, and to his credit, he does. Barely, but it was still something. 

"I dunno what ya' just said in Russian, but I know what Hydra сукa means. No cussing in Russian, only in English."

He mumbles something incoherent into your shoulder, rubbing circles into your stomach with a tantalizingly slow speed. You coughed; in literally any other situation this would be one of the hottest things you've ever experienced, but considering that James was more Winter than James right now, and your stomach is literally burning in pain from the rubbing, you opted to ignore the fact that you really liked that James was this close and spoke up.

"Not to alarm you or anything, but uh, if you keep rubbing my stomach like that," your breath hitched, the pain starting to become a little too much, "I'm gonna pass out from the pain," you said, with clenched teeth.

(End of what I had written down. Anyways, not sure where I was gonna go from here.)

Ch. 17-20 are relatively short in terms of what I had written down.

Ch. 17 (Reconditioning) has 3 things typed down:

integrating the twins, thoughts of integrating bucky

supreme distrust between you and the twins

meanwhile maybe thoughts from twins abt you? you're around their age 

3rd bullet introduces the idea that they might be love interests. Maybe. Shrugs. That chapter would be heavier on the character developments of the twins, both as their own persons and their relationship with you, specifically. They don't like you because you're Tony's son, still some bitter feelings there, and you don't like them because... Well... there's just a lot of bad feelings. They helped kill J.A.R.V.I.S. in your original timeline. Wanda basically fucked off with Vision. She antagonized Tony. (And there is a hypocrisy there since I would've written you to have done the same thing there. (Name) isn't perfect.)

You just didn't get along with Pietro since, back when he wasn't dead, you were immature and not yet accustomed to dealing with people who're purposefully frustrating/ teasing/ mocking/ etc. Nothing really personal with him, it's Wanda that you had beef with. But you'll get over it one day.

Ch. 18 (Longstanding) is shorter.

you and james have a talk, and after a year or two being solitary, you agree that he should be in the avengers

he joins the avengers

That's it, that's the chapter.

Ch. 19 (Accountability) deals with newer Accords (not a Sokovian one! Just from the proposed need for accountability).

It goes better around this time, as basically all of the Avengers agree to it, with their own caveats of course. Steve especially, but of course, he's willing to work with the governments about it this time around. Also, Peter Parker gets introduced, in accordance with the "underaged enhanced/ superheroes" clause, or some bull like that.

Ch. 20 (Wakanda) is basically the intro to CA:CW but like, civilized. No bombing since Zemo still has his family. Introduces Wakanda, and T'Challa as a potential love interest. If you're interested in IronPanther, I highly recommend reading the IronPanther Collection by Okyverlo on AO3. It's great and got me a lot of interest in T'Challa as a love interest.

As for official chapters with the plot, that's about it. I wasn't sure what to do afterward.

There were some loose ideas I had about what would happen to (Name). Maybe the truth is revealed, that you're actually from the future, and Dr. Strange separates past and future you into two separate bodies. Future! you into your original future body, and past! you into the current body. Past! you still have the same memories and thoughts that future! you had, but with less angst. Future! you is noticeably more depressed and just a bummer. Lol.

And after that, 2023! you would go back to the future where you belonged, and Past! you would stay in the present since, duh, that's still Past! you's original timeline. It's a little confusing when I type it down haha.

I was thinking maybe 2023! you would pair up with Steve since you realized how burdensome it is to continue to resent someone. Now you understood what Tony meant.

And Past! you would definitely pair up with James, but maybe Steve too. A nice lil' polygamous relationship. 

Now here's the other, non-official chapters.

2 What If's, and 3 Specials, in the order they're listed at the moment.

What If (2013 Counterpart) plays with an initial idea I had, where Past! (Name) was actually sent into the future into 2023! (Name)'s body during the prologue. Not sure where I was gonna go with this chapter, but I really wanted to mess with that possibility, and show just how immature and teenager-y Past! you were.

What If (Swapped Places) plays with the idea that you and Tony, in the original timeline, had swapped places. You were on Titan with Spiderman, Dr. Strange, and the GOTG, while Tony was on Earth with everyone else. That's all I had planned. Maybe you actually won and managed to get the gauntlet off of Thanos when you realized that Peter Quill was about to go crazy over his ex's death, and you knocked him down in time.

Special (Find My Body, Only At The Oak Tree), deals with you and your depression over the reality that you might have to relive the blip again, and aside from the Avengers, you really don't have anyone else and nothing's worth really living for at this point. I actually have a lot written for this one. Not sure if I wanted this to be canon.

Trigger warning: suicidal tendencies.

(Below is the general idea I had for the plot.)

(names) birthdays across the years so far

we see slow mental deterioration of (name) as he aches

we see as we reach closer and closer to the deadline, (name) dreads even thinking about thanos and wants to die before even looking at him, a symbol of their failure 

lowkey highkey suicidal

___

The first time you celebrated your 17th birthday was in 2014. 

The second time you celebrated your 17th birthday was also in 2014... Obviously. 

The first time you celebrated your 17th birthday, the whole tower was flooded with people who you knew and people who you couldn't care to know. It was filled with what little was left of your friend group outside of the Avengers; it was also filled with the rich, the pompous, the irritating of New York.

You got into a yelling match with your dad that night, over something you couldn't even bother to remember, and stormed off into your room, fuming as the party still went on without their birthday boy present.

(It's always like that as if you're replaceable. Surely, you must be; the Avengers can and will, if need be, exist without you.)

The second time you celebrated your 17th birthday, you told your dad you wanted it to be small and personal. Only the Avengers were there, as a few days ago did you spend a pre-birthday celebration with some of your high school 'friends' (which only mainly consisted of playing Smash Bros Brawl in your room and eating an ungodly amount of junk food as you fake laughed along with their shitty jokes.) (Steve promptly made you burn those calories off in training.).

(What Steve doesn't know is that you purposefully ate that much to train with him; otherwise, you had the whole day off the next day.

You didn't want to be alone.)

It was sweet as everyone gave their gifts to you (which you already knew what it was, but said nothing of it), and as everyone got drunk off of the expensive liquor or Asgardian mead, you quietly snuck out of the building and back into the safe house where James was waiting for you.

(He waits, but how much of it is because he has no other choice?

It is not like that, you keep reminding yourself.

Who is to say, other than you?

James never says anything of it, and you start to wonder if he feels as if he has no choice.

As if he feels like he's been made another prisoner, once again.

At what point, what is separating the distinction between you and HYDRA, in his mind?

You're not too keen on finding out the answer anytime soon.)

The whole way there, you thought of nothing in particular.

You quietly celebrated with him too, shared a few slices of cake he made just for you before you quietly said goodnight to him. He kissed you on the cheek, said a simple goodnight, and slipped away into his own bedroom.

Meanwhile, you spent the rest of the night drinking too much alcohol, alone, in the dark of your room, staring at nothing in particular, thinking about nothing in particular.

The next morning, you jokingly wished you had just died last night as you're bent over the toilet emptying your stomach contents.

___

The first time you celebrated your 18th birthday, you spent it outside in another country with your friends.

The second time you celebrated your 18th birthday party, you rented out a bumper kart arena with the Avengers.

The first time you celebrated your 18th birthday, you tried desperately to hang onto the remaining friends you had outside of the Avengers, a chance to feel normal for once. You practically went hiking across Europe and into Asia over the week of your birthday, and by God did you visit so many places. From the Louvre to the casinos in New Deli, you trekked everywhere with your friends and acted as a cash pig for their endeavors under the guise of celebrating your birthday. Least to say, you always got 'accidentally' blackout drunk on multiple occasions, oblivious to their actions.

Later you found out and cut them off instantly without another word. They didn't seem to notice that you stopped talking to them.

It hurt.

Pointless of you to try to maintain that friendship.

So on your next 18th birthday, having long forgone those friendships ages ago, you suggested going bumper karting with the Avengers. Bruce operated as the 'coach' of sorts, but he seemed to have enjoyed it as well. 

It was fun, obviously.

It went on for a few hours, as you all had made up mini-games to play along with as they got bored of chasing after each other aimlessly for half an hour. A few games had you pairing up with some of the Avengers; the other had them actually using their skills to try to maim each other.

(Wanda at one point lifted everyone into the air as Pietro zoomed through the rink; though, he did slip and slam into the wall. Everyone laughed, but it was interrupted as Wanda promptly dropped everyone out of shock.

Everyone was too busy in their own shock as well to notice your labored breathes, wild crazed eyes, or how you clawed viciously at your throat at the sight of Wanda's red wisps. Your fingers were tinted a sick vermilion.

Thankfully, the arena was relatively dim, so no one could tell what just happened.)

It was fun. Everyone didn't hold their shoves back, and when things riled up, it turned into who would break a bone first. No one did, but everyone was definitely sore afterward. Of course, the enhanced ones didn't limp as much, but it made your limp nothing out of the ordinary.

(You tried your most damn not to just collapse completely, both exhaustion and pain threatening to snap your spine into little bits and pieces.

You jokingly wished it did.)

Thankfully, during the whole ordeal, no one noticed how you didn't avoid obvious hits, instead opting to just get harshly jostled in your kart and neck snapped haphazardly to the side at the sudden jolt. Or how you 'accidentally' keep forgetting to put on your seat belt or keep your fingers inside the kart.

Or at least, if they noticed, no one said anything as you limped around the tower the next day, bruises marred everywhere on your skin, a sheen of sweat blanketed on your skin throughout the whole day.

___

The first time you celebrated your 19th birthday, you were too swamped with both college and SI to actually... Celebrate.

You didn't even realize it was your birthday. No one did, actually; it took one of your professors to comment on how your name was trending on Twitter to actually get you to realize what the day was.

But even that didn't change your schedule, and as you moved on with your day, so did Twitter and the Avengers. 

You never got to celebrate your 19th birthday, too swamped with other things to care.

The second time you celebrated your 19th birthday, you had too much free time in the world.

It ended up being just like your 17th. The Avengers had a little get-together (they remembered this time; what made it so different?) and all of them got drunk wildly off their asses. Once again, you slipped away from the main lounge, and stalked silently, blank-faced, towards a balcony.

You adjusted your collar appropriately and stood there. You stared outside into the bustling busy streets of New York, the city that never sleeps.

(Strange, that it's named that when often times it's the quietest whenever you're there to see it.)

You spend maybe 10 minutes standing there, staring into the oblivion that is New York.

And then, you climbed onto the railings.

Standing there, there was no rush of adrenaline that coursed its way through your veins, nor was there any fear or dread.

Only an overwhelming and crippling exhaustion that made waves through your body. No longer are you in your 19-year-old body, but your 27th. No longer are you in your younger, former self; one that shone brightly above the others, aspiring as both a heroic figure and one that would help pave the way towards a better, peaceful world.

No, instead, your soul feels like it's settled deep into your bones, an aching tire that keeps rocking and rattling at your already fractured, beaten down body, laughing at how pathetic you look.

(You're so tired.

You just wanted to live normally.

You never can, you eventually come to realize on your first 24th birthday.

That thought, now fully realized, would come to permeate it's way deep into your bones.)

All you wanted to do was to just take one step forward, off of the railing that you're so delicately balanced upon, and dive into air headfirst.

Really, all it takes is just one step.

And truly, you've never felt more at peace as your body dropped from the railings, descended quickly towards the streets below you.

What should've been a quick few seconds of a dive felt like an eternity drowning in a bottomless pool. The lights of New York flashed and beamed at you, but it changed rapidly from one to another. Your throat closes, shuttering, and you want so desperately to start screaming.

Only, no one would hear them. 

The winds would carry away your screams, rushing a sound of its own that would overpower yours.

You wonder, absently, was this similar to what Rhodey felt that day? 

Well.

You'd never really find out, now, will you?

Too late to ask.

(There's no way to get back home.

You can never see Morgan again- the Morgan that called you her big Care Bear, the Morgan that cried and threw a temper tantrum because you forgot to give her a goodnight kiss. 

You can never see mom and dad again- while they're still here, it's just not the same. You'll never get to see the same Pepper who was so relieved just to see you alive after the Battle of Wakanda, even if you were practically on your death bed. You'll never get to see the same Tony who you spent hours crying into the shoulder of after the Blip.

You can never see the same Steve, Natasha, Rhodey, anyone, ever again. 

Years spent just trying to be better, to help the world, to mend and build any relationships you could, gone.

And even if they weren't?

There's just no way to get back home anymore. Not back to the person you used to be.)

The next day, you got an earful from your parents when photos of your falling body appear all over the internet. All the meanwhile, you're not really listening to them, just staring right back at them.

Odd.

('When did you start looking at me with contempt?', you'd ask one day.

Tony just stares at you, then out the window. In his hand, he's holding a cup of coffee; in yours, water. You've since stopped drinking anything remotely sugary, caffeinated, or alcoholic, though you've never told anyone why.

'When did you start mistaking concern with contempt.', he responded, though it was more of a statement rather than a question.

You stared at him, then followed his gaze out the window. 

Neither of you says anything, even as the hours go by in the blink of an eye.)

(That's all I had written down so far. Not sure where I wanted to go with this afterwards.)

Special (Vapidity, Testament To Absence) deals with future DAHLIA realizing what it means to mourn someone.

The house is empty.

It is an irrelevant thought, DAHLIA notes.

Technically speaking, the house has been empty quite often than not; after all, you were a busy man with an equally busy schedule. Being the CEO of SI and a huge contributing factor to the world's rebuilding made it more or less impossible for you to stay at home for long. Though, she also doesn't linger long in the house, either. But she's still there regardless, even if she's also with you on the other side of the planet for diplomatic reasons.

She knows of the emptiness inside this house; it was never an unfamiliar concept.

But with this emptiness, she's never once associated loneliness with it either. 

It's a bit better when Virginia occasionally comes around to the house to do some maintenance. She might even bring along little Morgan with her.

("You keep saying she's a pest, but I know I sure as hell ain't the one that keeps shifting the TV to the kids' channels when she's around," you comment, not even taking your eyes off of the pan. DAHLIA says nothing towards your accusations, instead opting to tell you that you're burning your eggs.

You aren't, but she says nothing amidst your panic.)

A few others occasionally visit, too, much to DAHLIA's internal disapproval.

Rogers used to visit every day ever since she first noted the emptiness. His behavior was also peculiar. He'd prowl around the house, pausing here and there at random parts of the house. He'd often just... Stand there, seemingly looking at nothing for a long period, before jolting back and continue what he was doing. She's thankful that he hasn't noted her silence when he's around.

Often Banner would come along too, and he'd be talking quietly with Rogers. As of recently, they've stopped visiting though. Probably because of the recent news (that (Name) might still be alive, just lost in time), DAHLIA almost bitterly notes.

James ("Just call him Rhodey- literally no one calls him James nowadays." you laugh, eyes crinkling with amusement) visits too. He doesn't linger for long, but he makes sure to check up on DAHLIA, help tend to the flowers... She'd even dare say she wishes he'd visit more often.

Peter also visits here and there as well. He often comes with Morgan and Virginia, but there have been a few occasions where he's come here by himself. He'd spend most of his time in the garden, your favorite place. And when he's alone, she'd given him privacy out of respect, but even at a long distance, she can hear him talking by himself. He'd come back eyes red and swollen, but he's always smiling afterward.

A few others have visited too, but not as often as the others. Though, none of that really helps negate the emptiness she feels as she wordlessly navigates through a routine she devoted herself to after your disappearance.

And the final chapter, Special (Chemically Compromised) is basically a fluff filler with (Name) chaperoning Peter's field trip, inspired by an Instagram post.

Written in bits and pieces, unfinished. Not sure if I wanted it to be romantic (the name implies it in a nerdy way) or just a fun, platonic, "dude you're literally embarrassing me" way.

(Peter) "I can't believe you're doing this...!"

(Name) "What? What's wrong with this?"

Pan to (Name) dressing like he's a Typical, Normal Civilian Man, but it's clearly (Name) Stark, son of Tony Stark, and an Avenger.

(Peter) "I don't need you to chaperone my field trip...! May could've done this-"

(Name) "No, she really couldn't, sweetheart. She's got a busy shift, and even told me that no one else's parents was free."

(Name) "Listen- this really could have gone worse if, say, Tony, knew. God knows Tony would've dropped everythin' and just embarrass ya- he did that shit to me every chance he got," Peter winces, almost forgetting that Tony was still your dad, and a chill ran up his spine as he imagined what it would have been like for you. 

(Peter) "But still..."

(Name) "Don't worry, I'll just wear a cap and sunglasses."

(Peter) "That can't possibly work."

(Name) "You'd be surprised- Sam's standin' down there, right near that phone booth."

Peter's head snapped over to where you were pointing at, and indeed, right on the floors of the Manhattan streets, there was a relatively built black guy that's wearing a cap, sunglasses, and a brown leather jacket. Peter tilted his head.

He hasn't been around Sam all that much, but he still knows what the Avenger looked like. But even then, he wasn't sure if that man was actually Sam. He's built right, but Peter can't see much of his hair or eyes. Plus, he's kind of far away.

He squinted at the man, before glancing back at you, now unsure of himself.

(Peter) "That's really the Falcon?"

You stared at him, before snorting.

(Name) "Nah, I'm joshin' ya, that's just some random guy...", you glance at the man, sniffing, "... Probably."

That's... pretty much it. That's all I had for Restart, as far as writing goes.

Now here are some closing thoughts, just to wrap all of this up nice and tight, sort of.

I'm not really happy with how the initial chapters were paced and how they were written. My writing style has mildly changed, and if I had the motivation to, I'd love to rewrite them. But alas, I don't.

I think about this story often; or at least, variations of it. It's like when you daydream, and you restart it but to the left. But unfortunately, writing a plot without too many plot holes while remaining as canonically correct as possible, and making it interesting without being a complete word-by-word remake of the movies, is difficult.

I'm not sure if I would ever pick up this story again, especially since this whole chapter told you what I had in store anyways. 

Thank you to those who took the time out of their day to write nice and encouraging comments about this story. It's unfortunate it had to end this way, but I'm glad it happened anyways. And hopefully, it's the same for you.

And remember: the one thing writers love to do is talk about their story! If you have any other comments, questions, or just general thoughts about the story, I'd love to discuss it further!

Anyways. If you're reading this now, thanks for sticking with Restart for as long as you did.

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[lemons3ason]

Interrogation

(Yo Shindo x Fem! Reader)

Warning: Smut, Fingering, Degrading, Roleplay, Female Orgasm, Dirty Talk

Your body was beginning to confuse the pain for pleasure, with his fingers plunging knuckles deep into your sopping hole you were unsure of what to do. The way he twisted his wrist, the way his thick fingers stretched you, the way he reached all the right spaces was just to much for you to handle. Tears spilled from your eyes just as easily as the moans and whimpers did, this Hero had you captured.

“Now tell me again, little villain what were you doing here in my city?”, he growled into your ear activating his quirk in his fingers again.

Your legs shook violently to the deep vibrations your inner walls were forced to endure. Your body jumped trying to run away from the fingers that would assault your gspot so maliciously, but your movements only drove those stupid fingers deeper. The way your thighs quaked made his hunger for you insatiable, he wanted more from you he wanted to see you melt into nothingness against him.

“Aww is the little slut going to cum without answering any of my questions? This is an interrogation stupid not a stress reliever!”, He grabbed your face roughly forcing you to look at him as he pulled his fingers away from your dripping cunt that begged for release.

You whimpered to him as he forced his hips between your legs to keep you from shutting them, as if he’d let you off so easily.

“You’re a stubborn one aren’t ya? Well maybe fucking your brains out until you’re a dumb bitch will be enough to convince you to give me the information I need? Wouldn’t that be a dream come true? A big hero cock stirring up your villain pussy until your sense of justice comes back?”, The pro hero Grand asked your trembling figure.

You nodded tugging against your restraints in hopes of being able to reach and touch his body, you wanted to run your hands along the skin of his abs and decorate his neck in hickies and bite marks just to show the hero and villain world that he was yours. Shindo smirked and finally released his cock for you to see, soon that pulsing curved cock would be buried inside you stretching your needy hole to the brim and stirring up your insides if he dared to activate his quirk on you again.

“P-please...I-I wanna cum. Please let me cum, I’ll answer anything you ask just please let me cum Mr. Grand.”, you begged as he lifted your legs over his shoulders thrusting his dick against your core so you could feel the hot shaft.

“Anything huh? Well how about I give you a simple question, if you answer I’ll put it inside and start moving, deal little villain?”, he chuckled against your ear slowly moving down to your neck where he decided to leave a deep hickey.

You moaned feeling his lips against your skin, it felt so good that you could orgasm at that moment. Having let your guard down Yo decided to remind you that he was in control, his large hand traveled over your warm skin until the pad of his thumb reached your swollen clit, you thought nothing of it until the stronger vibration attacking your clit snapped all of your nerves into overdrive. You pulled and whined at your restraints, stuck pressed against the wall and his body as he mercilessly abused your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“N-no please, oh please no more. P-please just fill me up and fuck me, please stop bullying my clit I’m becoming to sensitive!”, you cried staring into his dark eyes while you begged, his face showed nothing but amusement at your pleasurable torture and he wanted more.

“Promise to be a good girl and I’ll let go of your restraints, promise to be a good girl and I’ll let you ride me so you can please yourself on my dick, promise that I’m the only man that can make you cum and scream like this.”, he growled pressing his forehead against yours so he could stare into your eyes.

You nodded your head calling his name softly, while your legs begin to shake against his body. He smiled and pressed a deep passionate kiss against your lips finally pulling his vibrating fingers away from your clit, once again your high settled and your desire to be filled overwhelmed your mind. Shindo chuckled and sent a quick tremor through your cuffs making them come undone as he carried you to his room. You moaned softly feeling the top of his cock rub against your folds but you made a promise and he had to live up to his half.

“Well come on beautiful, don’t you want my dick inside you? Put it in so I can see just how you like, villain scum like you probably like it when it’s super rough huh?”, Shindo smirked laying on the bed, his dick standing at attention for you.

Your legs quivered above him but you were too clouded by the idea of pleasure that you did as told, your sloppy pussy hovered above his dick, your hand reaching down to help lead it into your core. As soon as the tip was in Shindo’s hips thrusted up hitting you right in the g spot. You shook violently having your walls suddenly stretched was to much to handle. You dig your nails into his abs to try to focus on your movements , he groaned to the feeling of your walls clamping down around him and thrusted up again. You whined and tried to keep his hips down but your body was just to sensitive to attempt it.

“Shindo...I wanna he the one moving.”, you whined.

He chuckled and pulled you down to his body by the back of his neck, you pouted at him but he quickly removed that expression from your face with a kiss. While his tongue invaded your mouth his hands reached down your body to grab your ass, if you wanted to move so badly then he’d give you a hand himself. He started to raise your hips making you bounce on his memeber just the way he wanted, you pulled away from the kiss snuggling your head into the crook of his neck while your hips began to bounce on their own.

“That’s a girl, such a good tight pussy, only meant for my cock. I love this.”, Shindo moaned thrusting his hips up to meet your own.

You flushed bright red against his skin softly mewling to the deep penetration your inner walls were experiencing. Your raven haired partner chuckled noticing your quirk come into play, a long spade tipped tail and wings emerged from your back. His little succubus had returned, “Look at that baby, your lewd quirk is acting up to my cock. That’s so sexy.”, he hummed reaching for the base of your tail to play with it.

You whimpered against his neck, your body couldn’t take being this overwhelmed, you were hypersensitive in this form and all the pleasure at once was impossible to handle. Your fangs sunk into the skin of his neck leaving your first mark, he’d be decorated in your marks by the end of the night. Your hips crashed down on his filling the room with the lewd wet noises of your sexes that drove the hero into a rut. He activated his quirk inside you watching you arch your back in pleasure. Your tailed wagged around wildly in joy but that wasn’t the end of it, Shindo rolled both of you over making sure to bury himself balls deep in your core before he once again started to pound away at your lewd pussy.

“Does that feel good slut? You’re clenching on to my cock so desperately it’s hot. Come on show me what you look like when you orgasm, I wanna see what my hero cock can make your body do.”, he growled above you watching as your hands desperately clung to the sheets and pillows by your head.

His deep vibrations were hitting you right in the g spot and sending rapid jolts of pleasure throughout your whole body. You wanted to cum, the sensation was building up in your stomach. Your toes curled by his head making him a smile, he leaned forward curling your body into a mating press so he could paint your deepest parts with his cum. His virbrating cock began slamming into your tight body making you mewl to the pleasure, feeling his heavy balls slap against your ass as he pounded away at you made you so wet it was impossible to focus on anything else but him. The tip of your tail began to rub at your clit making you shake in pleasure again as your orgasm began to build up. You were surprised his vibrations didn’t make you stupid by now, the pleasure he brought you was just to good to understand.

“I love you, I love your hero cock, please please cum inside I want it all inside!”, you begged holding onto his strong biceps as he momentarily rolled his hips against your pussy.

You were in tears from this pleasurable overload, there was a sensation growing inside you that you had never dealt with before and it scared you but you didn’t want to stop. You wanted him to bury you in the ground with these rough thrusts. He moaned to your body bouncing beneath him, you were just to perfect in his eyes, he loved you so much and you loved him. He was satisfied watching your pupils change into hearts instead of the normal curricular ones, another part of your quirk, he kissed you silly holding you close as his orgasm neared. You could feel his cock pulsing in your body and smiled into the kiss realizing that he would cum soon but that strange sensation inside you hadn’t gone away yet. His hips sped up in pace and the bed began to slam against the wall from his whole body vibrating. You cried to the tingling sensation and gasped feeling his cock pierce your womb, you cried feeling something wash over you as he pounded into you a couple more times you you let out a sharp scream that made your pussy clench down hard around his cock making him cum inside you. While your whole body shook from pleasure he watched as your occupied pussy splashed a liquid against his stomach and he smiled realizing that he had just made you squirt for the first time. Your body wouldn’t stop shaking from your release and you didn’t know what to do, Shindo smiled and slowly pulled out of your abused core watching as more of your orgasm spilled over the sheets.

“Wow baby I’ve never seen you do that before.”, he hummed licking his lips to the delicious sight before him.

You struggled to catch your breath after that intense orgasm and your body still felt like it was being vibrated.

“S-Shindo...I-it’s to good.”, you panted softly trying to ease your body from its high.

The raven haired male smiled and collapsed next to you, softly pulling you in for a hug. He kissed your quivering lips and chuckled into your ear listening to your breathless pants for air. That had to be the best round of sex you both had had since becoming pros.

“It must have been you’ve never suffered from an orgasm as intense as that before, are you okay? Sorry if I was rough on you beautiful, you make a great villain.”, he chuckled rubbing your thigh softly too help you relax.

You were still shaky and your legs felt numb but you had to admit your husband dominating you in a role play was the hottest thing ever, you wouldn’t mind doing it again but he wasn’t allowed to use his quirk next time. Your quirk features quickly disappeared and your snuggled against his chest smiling at the hickies and marks you had left on his body during the “capture” phase of your session.

“I love you Shindo.”, you sighed happily pressing a kiss against his plump lips.

He happily returned it wrapping you both in a clean blanket while you both drifted off to sleep, “Good night (Y/n), I love you. I’ll treat you to breakfast in bed tomorrow and you might need to call off tomorrow because I’m not sure you’ll be able to walk.”, he chuckled.

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