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multi-kpop-fanfics · 4 months

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Hi zeta! So I received a notification today that I was ovulating and had a thought. Husband/Ceo!Cheol checking your phone as you received and notification that you were ovulating. Like my man would go crazy and be at it like the fucking rabbits.

(sorry why is this so long)

tw: dom!seungcheol, sub!reader (fem), marriage!au, unpotected sex (pls stay safe), breeding kink, mentions of kids and pregnancy, praise, use of petnames, daddy and mommy kink (they want to be actual parents), mating press, spanking, oral (f rec), cockwarming - minors dni.

@gyuwoncheol tagging her bcs she helped me to her own demise

"Babe?"

"Yes darling?"

"You have a new notification!" Seungcheol yells from the other end of the living room.

"I'll check it later, thanks!" You yell back, trying to make yourself heard through the noise of the kitchen mixer.

Seungcheol is a man who values your privacy and would never attempt the petty snooping around on your phone.

But how could he miss the bright notification of your cycle tracking app saying that you're ovulating?

He turns his head to your direction and looks at the shape of your body standing in front of the counter and his mind races at the thought of you bearing his kids and having them run around your legs in the future.

And it makes him want to fuck you until he has made sure you're pregnant.

He gets up from the couch and walks up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"You sure love back hugs, don't you?" You let out a small laugh.

"How can I not when I have such a pretty wife?" He hums.

"Oh, I see how it is." You turn off the mixer and turn around to face him. "Come on, out with it, big guy."

"What? Can't I just compliment my wife because I feel like it?" He pouts his lips.

"Seungcheol, you never compliment me without any reason."

"I was just thinking...."

"I knew it."

"I haven't even said anything yet!" He complains.

"Oh my God, just say it!"

"I was thinking how pretty you'd look with a belly full of our kids."

Your eyes widen with shock at your husband's blunt words. It's true that you've discussed the possibility of widening your family with Seungcheol and you know he would be the most silly and doting dad ever. But the way he looks at you and his hands tighten on your body makes you feel a tad bit jittery (in a very good way).

"Did you just think of that, or...?"

"Your tracking app said you're ovulating and I can't get it out of my damn head." Seungcheol groans.

"You checked my phone?!"

"I didn't unlock it! It was right beside me and I just saw the pop-up on the screen!"

"And that made you worked up already?" You deadpan.

"God, you have no idea." He drops his head on your shoulder and rolls his hips against you.

"You're incorrigible." You hug him with a light chuckle.

You feel his lips stretching in a grin and he throws you over his shoulder with one swift motion, carrying you to the bedroom. You complain all the way, but he just slaps your ass and puts you down on the mattress, your legs hanging from the edge of the bed.

"I am indeed incorrigible, darling." Seungcheol strips himself down to bare skin and purposefully climbs over you to grab a pillow and place it under your lower back.

"I'll do everything in my power," he hooks his fingers in the hem of your sweats and drags them away from your legs, "to get your pretty pussy," he removes your cotton panties to reveal your cunt, "full of my cum until you physically can't take more inside you."

"C-Cheol-" You watch your husband kneel on the foot of the bed, ready to use his tongue on you.

"Talk to me, darling. Tell me what you want."

"Fuck, I want your kids so bad." You moan and spread your legs, putting your hands under your knees to pull them on your sides.

"That's what I thought too." He smirks and leans down to press a kiss on your clit, followed by full-bodied swipes of his wet muscle from your puffy bud of nerves to your hole, waiting for your pussy to drip just enough to get messy.

"You're so perfect, you know that?" He brings your legs on your chest and puts your ankles on his shoulders, the head of his cock dragging over your pussy. "Perfect wife, with a perfect pussy." He whispers and slides his shaft inside you, stealing your moans with his mouth.

You let yourself get lost in the feeling of his pillowy lips, all while his cock is battering up your cunt. Your leg muscles tense up from being stretched out to their limits, but you don't want to switch up positions.

"Sweet, sweet fucking cunt, all ready to keep my cum safe." Seungcheol groans wildly on your lips, "Want to make you a mommy so bad."

"Fuck, I want you to be a daddy, Cheol, ah!" You throw your head back on the bed, watching your husband plow his hips in you relentlessly, his bottom lip caught between his pearly whites.

"W-Want a pretty little girl, w-with your eyes and lips, wanna treat her like a princess."

"And a rowdy little b-boy, so you c-can play g-games with him." You stammer over your words, but you get the message across.

"Fuck, I love you so much, darling." Seungcheol moans airily and plants his hands beside your head, rutting in you like a madman, sweat dripping down his body and a few drops landing on your chest.

"Cheol, I'm c-close." You sob.

"Me too, baby. Just a little more, please." He begs you to hold out.

You do as he says and you cum undone underneath him, his thick cock pulsing until he has emptied himself inside your cunt, not daring to pull away from you.

A few seconds of silence pass and none of you has moved yet. Your pussy clenches around his cock ever so slightly and you whimper, your legs falling limp on the bed.

"Even your pussy wants more, babe." Seungcheol chuckles and moves his cock inside you, bringing himself back to full hardness.

"You mean you've got more to give?" You pant.

"For you? Always."

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sinfulpanda16 · 3 months

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Tokyo Rev Boys on Valentines Day

Mikey, Takemitchi, Draken, Mitsuya, Baji x fem reader

Takemitchi 💛

Usually you'd be the one spoiling him with hugs, kisses, and gifts. You both love each other so much but Takemitchi feels like he loves you more than you love him so he decided today he was gonna show you how much he loves you.

So that morning he showed up to your door holding your favorite flowers, some snacks, a huge teddy bear, and lots of candy.

"Hey love. Happy Valentines Day." he says with a gummy smile. His cheeks were red, he's never done anything like this before, so he was a little nervous about your reaction.

For you though was the other way around. No one has ever done this for you, so you were really shocked but nevertheless you loved it.

"Taki, you got this all for me?" you ask. You're blushing quite a bit. This really does mean a lot to you and because no one has ever shown you this amount of love, you worried it might not actually be for you.

Takemitchi grunts, "Yes babe but can we go inside? It's all so heavy." You chuckle and let him in. You take him to your room where he puts all your gifts on your bed and before anything else can happen, you pounce into him attacking him with kisses.

You guys land on the bed and he's laughing from feeling ticklish. A playful moment between the two of you and then he goes to kiss your head, "I love you (Y/n). More than words can express." he says with a soft smile.

You return him a soft smile, "I love you too." and for the rest of the day you guys hung out in your room eating all the snacks and candy.

Mikey 💓

He would buy you a ring. He was never much about showing affection but today is an exception. You make him incredibly happy, it's a feeling he hasn't experienced since he was a young boy and meeting you made him realize that life isn't all trash.

You two come home from a date night at a restaurant. You really liked it but that wasn't Mikeys gift for you. As soon as he closed the front door behind him he picks you bridal style. Surprised you squeal and your lips meet his. He takes you upstairs were he sits you on the bed.

"Baby what's up with you?" you giggle.

He smiles softly "I got you something. It's really important."

You watch him pull out a ring, you admire it. It's beautiful and you can see an engraving in it that reads 'Yours Always'. He begins talking, "My love, this entire time you've been with me you've shown me that there can be light in my world. Before you my life has been full of darkness and negativity and I genuinely thought that there was no such thing as good." he smirks, "At least until I've met you. You're the only one that makes me truly happy and I'm so glad I fell in love with you."

You watch him get on his knee and grab your hand, "So know that I belong to you because if it were anyone else, I would still be living in full violence." He puts the ring on you and then kisses it "I love you sweetheart. Thank you."

A few tears escaped but they were happy tears. Thats all you wanted, to make your boyfriend happy. You wrap your arms around him and pull him onto you on the bed.

Draken ❤️‍🔥

He's been teaching how to ride on a motorcycle and now that you've gotten good he bought your very own bike. He couldn't have been prouder of his baby.

After spending a whole day together and gifting you chocolates and a teddy you say your gonna turn in for bed but he holds your hand to keep you from leaving.

"I have one more gift for you." he says smiling softly.

He takes you outside where you find a (f/c) motorcycle with a red ribbon on it. You gasp and ask him, "Baby is that mine?" and when he tells you yes you jump into his arms, peppering him with kisses everywhere.

You tease him, "You didn't steal it did you?"

"No I didn't steal it. I'm not that kind of guy." he says a bit irked.

You laugh and kiss his cheek, "Alright I believe you for now."

He chuckles, "So, wanna take it for a ride?" he asks with a smirk.

You nod your head eagerly and that's how you spent the last minutes of Valentines Day. Speeding down the empty highway with your lover under the starry sky.

Mitsuya 💜

He's always liked Valentine's day. Even when he was single he liked the love in the air, but now he has you to spoil on this day.

Ofc the first thing you wake up to is breakfast in bed where you'll both eat together. He will occasionally feed you and he will ask you want to do today. If you say you want to walk at the park, go to the beach, get a puppy, or go to the moon he will do it. He doesn't care he's at your service today. Even if you don't want to do anything he will still let you know how much you mean to him. If you don't to do any of the chores he will do them himself.

You decided you want to go to a cat cafe so you both get ready and head to the cat cafe.

He opens the door for you to go inside and tells you to sit at a table while he orders his and your drink for you. When he came back with your drink he got you some heart shaped cookies. You swear he can be so cute sometimes. You chat and laugh with him while playing with the cute cats.

This date has been so cute and fluffy you wanted to never forget it so you two asked a kind barista to take a picture of you guys and since then you both had that picture as your wallpaper.

Baji ❤️‍🩹

He never gave a fuck about this holiday, for the longest time he thought it was stupid. However now he has you and there something he wants to get you.

It was 3 am and he dragged you along with him to commit a back alleyway. "Baji what the hell are we doing here?" you ask clearly displeased with him.

He puts a finger on your lips and tells, "Hush baby we don't want to get caught now." Had this been during the day you would've just left, but this alleyway in the dark looks so dangerous.

He manages to unlock the door to the store he's trying to break and heads inside pulling you close to him. You both go deeper and thats when you realize you broke into a pet store.

A few days back you saw this really cute kitten with Baji and you really wanted to adopt her. However you learned just how expensive she is and had to leave her. Those past few days you've been sulking over her and Baji was getting tired of it so he decided he would help you steal it lol.

With his ski mask he grabs the kitten and hands her to you. "Alright baby lets go." he says heading straight towards the back door to his bike, you following behind him and then speed off.

When you two make it back home you lecture him saying he shouldn't steal and what not but you also love him for going that far for you. You kiss him on his cheek and he smirks, "Yeah yeah I love you too."

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paradox-psyc-hoe-sis · 4 years

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Remus Lupin dating a hufflepuff would include...

Remus lupin x hufflepuff!reader, the marauders x platonic reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: no smut but talk of sexy times (sfw)

A/N: I'm back, babey! Recently took a smol hiatus but I'm back and better than ever. Here are some headcanons of what life would be like dating young Remus Lupin as a hufflepuff; I might do something similar with the different houses and the other marauders, but idk yet. As per usual, if you want a request then by all means shoot me a message! I write for the umbrella academy, marvel and Harry Potter so feel free to request anything :)) - Aphrodite

(Also I'm sorry I didn't spell check this, please forgive me)

• Every moment between you two was adorable!

• Being the semi-traditionalists that you were, it was a mutual agreement to take things slow and steady. But Remus was so infatuated with you - and you with him - that neither could deny the ever growing spark you shared.

• He'd always invite you on study dates in the library every Saturday, but most of the time it was just an excuse to see more of you.

• You'd always bring along a snack from the kitchens to the library, a different pastry or bake every week.

• "Guess who brought muffins!!!"

• When you aren't looking, he likes to leave cute messages on post it notes and hide them in your bag or throughout your books.

• "The only thing sweeter than those muffins is you, my love"

• You totally know when he does it, you've caught him a few times.

• However, you like to return the favour.

• "Maybe next time we 'study', you can let me Slytherin to your arms for cuddles"

• He loves the puns you make. Despite always being followed by an eye roll, he really does love them.

• He keeps all his notes from you in his bedside table and will read them after a particularly rough full moon 🥺

• Obviously, Remus was terrified to tell you his secret, but it went less dramatically than he thought it would.

• When you acted so truly selfless and reassured him that you'd be there for him no matter what, it really made him tear up. You promised to always be there after every full moon.

• You two can always be found cuddling in the gryffindor dormitories, 24/7.

• When you have a free period or a day free from studying, Remus will sneak you past the common room and into the dorms, where you'll just lay in his bed. All day.

• He's definitely the big spoon, he loves to hold you as tight as he can. But sometimes you'll lay your head on his chest, facing the ceiling, and he'll run his fingers through your hair.

• The boy is a human radiator, so you could practically hug him and his warmth all day long.

• One time you slept over with the rest of the marauders, and upon waking up, realised you had started your period. On Remus's sheets.

• "Hey, it's alright. I know this stuff happens, let's get you cleaned up."

• He was so mature about it all that you probably fell in love there and then.

• While you had a shower and changed the sheets, he went to Hogsmeade with James to get you some pads and snacks.

• Not needing a heating pad because he's just so damn warm gosh darn it

• While you and Remus were growing closer, you had an unexpected friendship with Sirius.

• I say unexpected, as when you first met you were positive he'd be trouble.

• "Moony, you never told me you were dating a hufflepuff! What a cute little cupcake she is." (Delivered with a wink)

• Let's just say, you may or may not have threatened to "shave off your pretty little locks if you call me a cupcake again."

• Although, this rivalry soon turned into friendship when you realised your senses of humour were identical.

• When Remus is busy and can't hang out with you, Sirius will take you to hogsmeade or play a game of chess to pass the time.

• Funnily enough, Sirius became oddly protective of you, letting Remus know that if he ever hurt you he'd be dead.

• Remus was always calling you a cute name, despite the circumstance.

• His favourite things to call you were babe, sweetheart, love, and snickerdoodle.

• You just stuck with calling him Remy, Moony, or honey (he'd never admit it, but he loves when you call him 'honeybuns')

• Remus is smart, and so are you. But when you're together, you share half a braincell.

• He's literally such a dumbass.

• "Babe, do you think toads can sense fear?"

• Cue you looking into the camera like Jim in the office.

• Whenever somebody tries to make any comments about Remus being a werewolf you are the first person to defend him.

• Nobody was afraid of you lashing out because you're "just a harmless hufflepuff". Their opinions changed when you punched a Slytherin prefect in the face for calling Remus a monster.

• At night, you'll both sneak out of the common rooms and meet in the kitchens for midnight snacks.

• You making some tea, and him eating some chocolate while talking to the house elves.

• You were always the best in your year at herbology, Remus however didn't stand a chance. He wasn't terrible at it, but certainly needed your help during lessons.

• "Y/n...what in God's name is that!?"

"...babe that's a celery."

• The summer between fourth and fifth year, he had the worlds biggest growth spurt.

• He was a little bit taller than you before, but when you returned to school for fifth year, he towered over you like a half-giant.

• This means that you could steal his fuzzy jumpers with them falling down to your knees.

• Sleepovers at the gryffindor dorms were a common occasion, but sometimes Remus would come to your common room late at night to have a dance party.

• Quietly playing the mixtape he made for you while you both danced around the area.

• You both had your first kiss towards the middle of fifth year, almost a year and a half after you first started dating.

• Remus came top of the class on an important DADA test. When he told you, you instinctively kissed him.

• You pulled away almost straight after, apologising for not asking for consent. Before you could say another word, he pulled you closer to him and placed another kiss on your lips, running a hand through the back of you hair.

• When you broke apart, you rested your forehead in the crook of his neck as he whispered in your ear.

• "I love you, y/n."

"I love you more, Remus."

• He wasn't really a big fan of PDA, but would happily do whatever you wanted.

• When the marauders were planning a prank, Remus made sure you were as far away from the action as possible.

• "What if we get y/n to be the bait? She could get-"

"James, there is no way y/n is going to jump into the great lake with weights ties to her ankles."

• You both did it for the first time near Christmas of sixth year.

• Peter was long gone home. James and Sirius had both left that morning to go back to the Potter's, offering you both a place to stay for the holidays. However, you were both happy to get some alone time.

• In the evening, he lit candles in the dorm and did cute stuff like that.

• He was so so nervous, but was still a gentlemen through and through, always asking if you're comfortable and making sure what he's doing is okay.

• It was really sweet, and both of you were really happy afterwards.

• Sometimes you'd share a bath with him in the prefects bathroom. The rest of the marauders always joked about how there'd be a bit more than bathing involved, but they were wrong.

• When you would share a bath, Remus would bring a book and read to you, doing silly voices for each of the characters just to see you smile. Neither of you ever did the Devil's Tango in the prefects bath, as it was always just for a nice relax.

• Speaking of books, Remus was always reading one. Sometimes you'd cuddle up next to him while he read, and he'd quietly read each line.

• Sometimes you'd do the same, reciting small poems from muggle books.

• He never told you, but after you had your first kiss his boggart changed. It changed from the moon to himself as a werewolf, holding your dead body.

• Gruesome, he knew, but it was significant to him.

• Along with his boggart changing, your patronus changed. In your third year you learned how to conjure a patronus, and yours was a porcupine. Yet in your sixth year, you discovered it to be a werewolf.

• Remus full on cried happy tears when he found out.

• After the worst full moon yet, Remus ended up in the hospital wing for 5 days. He was found unconscious, and woke up 2 days later to see you and Madam Pomfrey by his side.

• You took notes for him in class, brought him a few new books and bars of chocolate, and spent every free moment in the hospital wing with him.

• He had three long slashes across his face when you found him in the shrieking shack, yet he looked so calmly asleep.

• "When you told me you wanted to start having lie-ins, I didn't think you'd sleep for two days straight."

• You were the first person he wanted to see after such a terrible night, and despite your jokes, he was so grateful to have you next to him.

• "I hope you're not going to break up with me now that I'm ugly."

"You? Ugly? How could you ever think such a thing?"

• On valentines day, he enlisted the help of the marauders to make things perfect.

• After a date at Madam Puddifoots, you returned to Remus's dorm to a beautiful view.

• Fairy lights were strung along the bed frames, rose petals in a trail along the floor, your favourite scented candles burning on the bedside tables, and a teddy bear bigger than your entire body sat on Remus's bed.

• Turning around to face your boyfriend, you saw that he held 3 boxes wrapped in red paper.

• "Happy valentines day, m'love"

• Placing the gifts on the bed closest to him, he picked you up and wrapped you in a bear hug.

• You crocheted him a jumper in his house colours and got him a leather bound copy of his favourite book.

• He made you a bar of chocolate with your favourite flavours, bought you a chunky cardigan that he knew you wanted, and placed a painted, small wooden box in your hands.

• "Open the box, love." He stated with a smile. He seemed a little nervous, but eased up as he saw you smile.

• Inside the box was two aeroplane tickets to Paris.

• "It's not much, but I was wondering if you'd come with me this summer?"

• This was followed by a lot of happy screams, to say the least.

• When quidditch season came around, you both loved to support the other's house.

• You'd sport Remus's red and yellow jumpers when gryffindor was playing, and he would go all out with yellow and black spirit when it was a hufflepuff match.

• However, when it was hufflepuff against gryffindor things got way too competitive.

• You didn't speak to Remus for a week after gryffindor won.

• "Come on babe, just talk to me! I didn't mean it when I said that hufflepuffs are as good at quidditch as they are at their owls!"

• Professor Mcgonagall didn't really know much about you, being from a different house and all, but she saw how much Remus changed being with you.

• He seemed really well taken care of, and for once he was unconditionally happy.

• After dinner one night, Mcgonagall asked to see you in her office.

• "I just wanted to say thank you for taking such good care of Mr Lupin. It may be unprofessional for me to see him as a son, but I do, and I'm grateful that he has someone like you to support him."

• From that moment forward, she saw you as a daughter, and invited you to have tea with her every week.

• You didn't know it, but every full moon she'd add 50 points to hufflepuff, she could never thank you enough for looking after Remus.

• After you both graduated, you almost immediately moved in with each other.

• With the help of James and Lily, you bought a small cottage a few hours away from hogwarts.

• Every other wednesday, Sirius and Lily come around for a girls night while Remus and James catch up.

• A few months after you moved in together, Remus realised what he wanted, and for once he wasn't afraid to ask for it.

• It was a beautiful Saturday evening, the sky was purple from the sunset. Both of you were sat on the porch swing in your back garden, surrounded by magical plants and flowers, when he got down on one knee.

• "Y/n y/l/n, I've loved you since the day we met. I couldn't wish for anyone better than you, and it would be my dream to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

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frenchlangdon · 4 years

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I’ll always be with you

Warning: mentions of drug abuse

A/n: I wrote this before I watched TTOPV (I watched it literally an hour ago and can I just say I am severely heart broken and Jim truly deserved so much better oh my GOD) I’m actually still crying over it. I’m also now obsessed with the song “My love” by Bahamas because of this movie. 😭

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You kept questioning yourself over and over. Trying to find a possible solution to all of this. Your chest was heavy and your head was aching from all of the tears shed. You sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair, waiting for the doctor to discharge Jim. He hadn’t spoken to you since last night when you first came in. Medina called you and as soon as you got off the phone you raced to the hospital. This wasn’t the first time you’d seen him like this or the first hospital visit.

This was almost routine for you, he’d overdose and be rushed to hospital to get his stomach pumped and he’d go home after a few days, then swear off drugs. He’d do really good for a few weeks maybe even a few months and then something would happen and the cycle started all over again.

You both made it home, you set his bag down and helped him to the couch. “I’ll make you some food.” You mumbled as you got up from the couch. He held onto your arm. “No. Just stay here with me.” He pulled you back down into his arms. “You need to eat Jim.”

“I can eat later, I just wanna hold you.” He whispered into your skin. “Please, Y/n.”

“Okay.” You breathed out. You loved these moments when you didn’t have to worry about him, where you could soak in everything happening in the moment. You loved this side of him. The sweet and loving side of him. He held onto you tightly, you closed your eyes as you melted into his warm body, focusing on his touch. “I love you so much.” He squeezed tighter as he spoke. “I don’t mean to hurt you.” You heard a quiet sniffle. “I know Jim. I know baby.” His confession mixed with all of the emotions you've kept hidden for the past twelve hours had you on the verge of tears, you rub his back gently, your cheek resting on his shoulder. “I promise this time. I promise I won’t go to anymore parties, I’m done with them. I’m cutting those people out of my life for good.”

Each and every time he says it you believe it. You know your boy means it. He means it everytime. Things just happen. The roads get bumpy and sometimes he slips up.

This time you were done, done watching the love of your life slowly kill himself. You won’t let what happened, happen again.

You had just gotten home from work, you called out his name. No answer. You kick your shoes off at the door and throw your keys and purse on the counter. Usually you’re greeted with Jim in the kitchen or on the couch. He always says something to you when you get home. But you just brush it off, you place your coat over your couch. Looking around you noticed nothing had been touched, the takeout was still on the bar, the tv was still off. You made it to your room to find him lying on his back, his lips were blue. All the blood drained from your face as your whole body went stiff and cold. You ran out of your bedroom, you fished your phone out of your purse and quickly dialed 911 and put it in speaker. You ran back into the room and threw the phone down next to his body. You put your ear to his chest, praying you heard a heartbeat. “9-1-1 where’s your emergency.”

You gave them your address, “My boyfriend’s overdosing right now please hurry! I don’t- God I don’t know what to do!” You blurted. “Ma’am I’m gonna need you to stay calm. Does he have a heartbeat?”

“Uhm. Yeah. He does. It’s very weak, though.”

“I’m gonna need you to turn him on his side for me okay?”

“Okay.” Your voice was weak, you struggled to turn him on his side. “Do you know what he overdosed on?”

“Yeah. Prescription pills. I don’t know exactly what.”

Your heart was beating at an alarming rate but you didn’t even notice, your focus was on Jim. He began making a quiet gurgling noise. “Stay with me, Jim. Stay with me. Don’t die on me.”

Everything happened so fast, the EMT’s rushed in and you crawled backwards until your back met a wall. You hadn’t realized you had been crying until you went to pull your hair back and you felt wetness on your face.

You watched them as they injected him with what you assumed was narcan. They put him on a gurney and rushed him away, leaving you with your knees up against your chest. Your eyes scattered across the room as you replayed everything that has just happened. You broke down after a few minutes of staring at the spot where your boyfriend was just lying unconscious.

You pulled away from him, moving out of his grasp. “No.” He furrowed his brows in confusion, “I’m done watching you fall back into this cycle of whatever this is. I can’t sit around and just watch you kill yourself, Jim. But I’m too scared to leave you because I don't want anything happening to you. But it seems as though staying with you isn’t helping much either.”

“Are you… breaking up with me?” His voice trembled. He couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. He thought things were going great. You’d been together for almost 3 years. Things were comfortable for him. He was content with you.

“I think we need to take a break, Jim.”

“No. No we don’t. We’re just fine. What’s wrong? Tell me and I’ll fix it.”

“You can fix it by staying home and resting.”

“N-No. No! Please don’t— please don’t leave me! We’ll work through this. We can do it. I know we can.” He cried out and held onto you, his voice frantic. His arms wrapped around your sides tightly. His tears began to soak your shirt.

“I need you Y/n! Please!” He begged and cried into your side.

“Oh Jim.” Your voice wavered, you brushed through his hair, silently crying, this was all breaking your heart. You didn’t know what to do anymore. You wanted him to get better but you didn’t know how to help or even if you could. “You need to stop, Jim. You have to. You’re all I have. I only have you. And… and if you die, I’m all alone. I can’t lose you. I truly don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.” You pulled him up so you could look at him, his eyes were red and slightly swollen from exhaustion and the crying. “I love you, so much. Sometimes I think I love you too much.” You chuckle and sniffle. “Don’t cry baby. Please don’t cry.” He whispered as he wiped away your tears. Your hands went to his cheeks, holding them gently, “I would do anything for you Jim, because you’re it for me. There’s no one else in this world who could compare to you. You’re the only one for me. But you have to get yourself together, fight this addiction. Win. You can do it babe. I know you can. You are the sweetest, most kind, and loving and strong man I’ve ever met. You have so much potential in this life. Don’t let drugs take all of that away. I don’t want to lose you to it. I couldn’t bear it.” You muttered the last sentence.

“I can do this.” He whispered and nodded, he looked down for a second taking everything you had just said in. He looked back up at you with soft eyes. You leaned in slowly and kissed him softly. “I’m really going to, Y/n. I promise, just please don’t leave.” His forehead rested against yours as he placed his hands on your waist.

“I’ll always be with you, Jimmy.”

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addictofsupernatural · 4 years

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Emotions (pt. 6)

Billy Hargrove x reader

Summary: Billy and y/n enjoy your new relationship, but others have their own opinion of it.

Word Count: 1586

Chapter 1 • Series Masterlist • Chapter 7

Right after prom the two of you flowed naturally into your newfound relationship. Sometimes he could be very distracting, usually when you were trying to finish your homework. You'd be on his lap, where he put you, working on something when he would start kissing your neck. "Billy." You smiled.

"Hm?" His face was still in your neck.

"You're distracting me."

"Mm. Must be hard not focusing on me, huh?"

You chuckled and tried to get out of his arms before his grip became more snug. Billy then kissed the sweet spot of yours, and you unintentionally let out a small whinish-moan. He let go of you immediately and gently pushed you off of him. Your face felt red and you looked at the floor in embarrassment. "Sorry." You mumbled.

"No no doll." He crawled over to you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "I'm sorry. It's just that when you make those pretty sounds, it's so sexy that my mind wanders."

You got on your knees and gently pushed him back into a sitting position, straddling his lap and playing with the back of his hair. "What do you start thinking about?"

"Things to do to you. How to make you feel good."

"Then we don't you?" You quietly asked. You pressed yourself closer to him. You didn't know what this feeling was, but it had you aching in a certain place for him.

"Not so innocent, are we sweetheart?" He chuckled, running his thumb onto your bottom lip. "I want to, believe me I want to, but at the right moment. I want your first time to be special."

"With you? My favorite distraction? Of course it'll be special." You both laughed and kissed.

You'd also go to his basketball games. Though at some point Hopper and El would come as well, it was only you who was there for him at his first game. In the middle of the game, he jogged to you, drenched in sweat, and asked for a kiss. "C'mon babe, for good luck."

"You're covered in sweat." You giggled.

"Don't act like this isn't the sexiest thing you've ever seen." You shook your head and gave him a long kiss until a whistle was blown, causing you to pull back and cheer him on.

What Billy had come to love about his basketball games was when Hopper and El came. When Hopper became excited about the games, it made Billy want to try harder. He wanted so badly to make him proud; the man in the stands cheering for him, when his own dad would never step foot in any gym for him.

Unfortunately, the basketball game kiss caught the attention of Steve Harrington, who told his girlfriend, who told her best friend. Though Jonathan had known the two of you were friends, as well as your crush on him, he still didn't say anything as you had asked him not to. The three of them found you at the basketball bleachers together at lunch. Nancy was in front, with the other two boys behind her. "Y/n, we need to talk." You furrowed your eyebrows. "It's about something important."

You assumed it was something bad, so you squeezed Billy's arm gently. "I'll be right back." You then walked down the bleachers, out of earshot for Billy. "What's wrong? Is Will okay?"

Jonathan gave you a small smile. "He's fine. Thanks for asking though."

"This is about Billy." Nancy interjected.

You looked at Jonathan, assuming that he told them. He slightly shook his head, and you figured that it was probably from the basketball game. "What about him?"

You figured where this would lead to, and crossed your arms. "You shouldn't be with him, he's bad! He's a man whore who toys with girls to get them in bed."

"No, he's a gentleman who treats me good." You were raising your voice now.

"Look, five," Steve began. "Do you realize how many girls he's been with?"

"I'm well aware of how he used to be." You said sternly.

"Do you really think he'd stop being that way all of a sudden for you?" Nancy asked.

You let out a humorless laugh. "That's rich from someone who's dating King Steve." You then looked at Steve. "No offense Steve, I really like you now." He only nodded his head.

"We just wanted to make sure everything's okay." Jonathan said.

"Is he forcing you to do things?" Nancy asked. "He is, isn't he?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but he's the one who wants to wait. And why do you even care? It's not like you've even talked to me for months. The only ones who I see is Steve and Jonathan, who I can make a conversation with. But that's when you're not around. You left me friendless and alone, and I didn't even care, because I didn't want to be a forced friend. But don't act like we're best friends when someone I start doing things that you don't like."

She was silent, but pissed. "You don't even see that he'll use you."

You jabbed a finger at her. "That. Right. There. I'm sick and tired of people like you looking down on me. Everybody does. But not Billy. He treats me like a real person with real feelings. He makes me feel like I matter." Your eyes were beginning to water up out of anger. "I don't get why people can't just let me be happy."

Jonathan took a step closer to you and put a hand on your shoulder. "We're sorry, we didn't mean to make you feel like this."

You sniffled. "It's fine. Thanks Jonathan. I got to go. See you later. You too Steve." You waved weakly and walked over to Billy, who was fuming with rage.

First, they ruined his alone time with you. With mid-terms coming up, you've been busy studying as well as making flashcards for him to pass his classes. Then they took you over to where he couldn't even hear, and he saw a yelling match with you and the girl. Next, this guy puts his hand on your shoulder. Who the fuck does he think he is? But what really got Billy enraged was when you turned around and walked back towards him, with tears flowing down your cheeks.

He stood up. "I'm gonna kick the hell out of those two fuckers."

"No!" You said, grabbing his arm. "They didn't do anything wrong. It was the girl. They had good intentions."

The tears just kept on coming. He felt so shitty seeing you like this. He grabbed your cheek, wiping off the tears. "Then why are you crying?" He asked gently.

"They thought that I was being used by you. That I was being dumb and letting you manipulate me until you get bored with me."

"They said that?" He shouted.

He was about to kick the shit out of them, but you tugged his arm. "Stop Billy, that's not why I'm crying."

He sat you down and kneeled down. "Sweetheart, why are you crying?" He asked quietly.

You looked down at your lap. "I hate that people have their own opinions about us. I just want to be happy with you. I want to make you happy, but I feel like I can't with everybody either laughing at me or assuming bad things about you. How are you happy when people look at you and think like that? People think like that because I'm with you."

"Sweetheart, listen to me." He put his hands on your cheeks. "Fuck everybody else. I don't care what anybody says about me, and whoever's bitch ass has something to say about you will get their asses kicked. Of course you make me happy. Nobody makes me happy the way you do. I have to worry about making you happy, not the other way around."

You put your hands over his, leaning in to kiss him. "I wish everyone could see how amazing you are." You said quietly, against his lips.

He gave you another kiss. "Sorry, but amazing me is reserved for my sweetheart." You both chuckled. "I want you to know that you got a man who has the balls to fight."

"Mm. What I'm impressed with is that I also got a man who has the balls not to fight." Billy's never thought of that. He's never considered that showing restraint could also be powerful in its own way. "It's pretty hot."

You gave him another kiss, taking his bottom lip between your teeth and sucking gently. When you pulled back, Billy put his thumb on your bottom lip. His mind started to wander again. He pictured you with that same wicked but innocent smile, with his cum drizzling down your chin. You could be on your knees for him, with only one of his shirts on you. Your hand would be inside your panties, pleasuring yourself at the sight of Billy's member.

You narrowed your eyes and grinned. "What are you thinking about?" You looked down to see his bulge in his pants. You made sure no one was looking before pressing yourself onto him, Billy feeling pressure and some relief from your thigh. "Whatever it is, we should do it."

"Doll," Billy breathed out.

"Hm?"

"You gotta stop." He moved your hand away. "It'll happen. Soon. When the time is right." He kissed you and grabbed your books, walking you to your class.

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ann-stay · 4 years

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Brown soft light, fighting the dark shadows-Seungmin

Warnings/au: sadness, angst (?), soft, idk I wrote this ages ago but enjoy!

Please Note: this used to be a W**j*n story however due to recent events I no longer support him, if I’ve missed a part in here where I’ve used his name and didn’t change it please let me know.

She pushed herself away from the desk and slide in the chair to the other side of the room. Groaning, she stood and exited the plain room. She headed to the kitchen for something good, something that could ease her frustration.

It had been like this for a few days, her continuously having to leave her laptop out of anger and frustration. She just couldn't write. She wasn't burnt out, no, she'd already recovered from that. She had major writer's block. Every idea that came to her head didn't flow nicely, nor could she put it into words on the screen.

All knowledge of writing had left her the past few days and it annoyed her to the point where she could break down. She was an online author, so updates were vital to her work. Without updates, she couldn't get views, without views, she didn't get paid. She questioned why she chose such a difficult path.

Swinging the fridge open she grabbed the chocolate and slammed the door shut. She hopped onto the kitchen bench and let her legs hang. It was her favourite thing to do, sit there and think. The bench was surprisingly comfortable and bought a warm homey feeling. She'd done this since she was little.

Taking a bite from the chocolate she looked about her apartment. It was a medium-sized apartment that she lived alone in. Although, her boyfriend would sleep over most nights when he was free. Which he wasn't often, but he made the time.

As far as a normal human could see, her life was good. Dream job, good boyfriend, nice apartment. It was perfect. But it wasn't. She struggled much more then anyone would be able to see. She had struggled with her own mind since she was a young girl. It got to the point, she could hide it from everyone-including the people that were closest to her.

Heck-she'd even isolate herself for a bit and people still wouldn't notice. All except one. Unfortunately, (or fortunately, as she would think) she had gotten better hiding it from said person.

It was scary for her to hide it though. The one person willing to help and that notices everything-she shuts out his help. Every moment she does she knows it hurts him. She hates that. She hates hurting him. So, she continues. Continues to cut him out more and more, hoping that he'll leave and find a better person.

But she doesn't want him to leave. She wants to curl up in his arms and stay there forever. She wants that warmth, love, and support. She wants to feel happy and content.

However, every waking happy moment she has it always turns bad. A light shower of rain, enough to even see a rainbow, suddenly turning into a raging storm that could tear lives apart. But she loves the rain.

The sound of it hitting the glass window. The cold calm feeling it brings with it. The way she would have to wear a sweater every time it rains so she can be comfy and warm. Drinking hot chocolate and watching the droplets fall.

"I don't deserve it..." she mumbled.

The chocolate fell from her hand onto the bench space beside her. A few tears pricking at her eyes as every dark thought seeped their way into her mind. Lacing her brain with its toxins. The plague of the mind. Except this plague is deadlier. Killing someone with a voice in their head. Killing them slowly as they still live. Yet they don't live. They are alive, but they aren't living. As if death himself inhabited them.

A sob escapes her mouth, getting off the bench, making sure she doesn't fall. Her back sliding down the cupboard doors. She pulls her knees as close to her chest as she can, her chubby body making it hard to hug them comfortably.

More sobs leave her trembling lips. Furiously wiping the bucket loads of tears. The lump in her throat making the crying just the more painful. Though she manages to shut them up, the tears were the only thing to show for her breakdown.

The lump in her throat grows, an empty yet full stomach of emotion. Pain. That's all she feels. She didn't know what pain it was. It was like the world had come crashing down even if it hadn't. A feeling that you'd get when you were having fun and then all that happiness was sucked out of you. Exhaustion. Yet it was way more complex and stronger than those feelings. It was a feeling you'd have to experience to understand but a feeling no one should ever experience or understand.

She wanted to scream.

She wanted it to end.

...

Keys rattled.

...

A door clicked, unlocking.

The girl stood quickly and rushed to the bathroom. Forcing her tears away. Rubbing at her face rapidly. Wash, towel, wash towel-repeat a million times. She looked at herself in the mirror.

"Hey, babe?" Her boyfriend called out.

"In the bathroom! I'll be out in a second!" She shouted back.

She smiled a few times, trying to get her face into a 'normal' position rather than one that looks exhausted and broken. The door opened and she stepped out.

"Where are you?" She asked.

"Just in the kitchen," he replied.

She followed his voice and found him taking a bite of her chocolate that was left on the bench. She smiled. He was too cute.

"Come here~ I missed you so much," he whined.

The girl laughed at him before walking over and getting engulfed in a warm hug.

"I missed you too Bubba~"

The boy chuckled at her, lifting her up onto the bench. He stood between her legs and held her at her waist. Her arms rested around his neck, playing with the back of his hair absentmindedly. Their eyes locked and the once happy smile on his face was replaced by a frown and furrowed brows.

"What's wro-"

"You've been crying."

"No, I haven't."

He looked at her, raising his brow.

"You think I don't notice these things?" he asked.

"Notice what things?" She asked, trying to act innocent.

"Things such as your face being slightly red in parts. When you cry your lips get red in patches. Your nose and cheeks also have red patches. Your eyes are slightly glossed over because you can never get the tears all out. Heck, your eyes don't match your smile...babe, what's wrong?"

She lost it. The tears instantly fell, the same world crashing feeling returned. Her head hit his shoulder/neck area and she sobbed, arms wrapping around him tighter. He was taken back for a split second, quickly recovering and pulling her closer.

He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, rubbing her back to comfort her. Her pain, so strong, it filled the apartment to the point her boyfriend could feel it. Like a dark shadow flowing off her body and covering everything. The homey feeling disappearing, replaced with emptiness.

He hated it. Not what his girlfriend had caused but what she was going through. He knew she was pushing him away. He knew that she knew it hurt him. But he also knew that all she needed was some space. He wasn't new to this.

Her isolating herself. In fact, it was good for her to a certain point. The isolation was her recharge. But at some point, in the recharge she always hits, so to say, a malfunction. A percentage where she was so close to being good yet so far.

In this time, he knew to be there for her. To hug her and support her. Not to ask what's wrong but to be there for her. If she needs to talk about it, she will-after asking if it's okay to talk with him a million times.

The sobbing quietened. Soon it stopped. His shirt drenched, but he could care less. A weight lifted from his shoulder. His eyes met her tired and broken ones. They said something, an apology. An apology from breaking down, for being weak, for possibly ruining his shirt, for the toxicity, ruining their night and so much more.

But in his eyes, they held forgiveness and care. He forgave her for everything she apologised for, whether she should've apologised for it or not. He cared about her more then she knew.

She did know though. She just couldn't understand or accept it fully.

They rested their foreheads together, soft breathes tickling each other's faces.

"The voices returned..." she mumbled, eyes closed.

He studied her now calm features, the way her soft lips moved.

"What were they saying this time?"

"Everything."

She opened her glossy eyes and stared into his. No one said anything. They just stared at each other, holding one another close together.

And soon enough, the warmth returned. Her boyfriend's warmth started radiating onto her and their apartment. A soft brown light battling the dark shadow. A sad smile appeared on the girl's face. Then a happy one on her boyfriends.

"You know, your eyes are really cute. And the small scar on your lips is adorable~" He cooed.

A blush etched its way on her cheeks.

"Oh, shush it."

They both laughed.

"Do you want to know something?" She asked.

"Hm?" he hummed in response.

"You, Mr. Kim Seungmin, are the best boyfriend in the world. My Bubba."

She scrunched her face up and squished his cheeks between her hands. Seungmin laughed widely, finding it cute how her face and nose scrunched.

"And you, Ms. Kim, are the best girlfriend in the world. My adorable koala bear."

He returned the favour and squished her cheeks. The girl flushed red and groaned, pushing his hands away.

"Yah! I'm not Ms. Kim...yet. And I'm not a Koala! What are you doing home anyway? I thought you had a meeting?" She asked.

"Soon you'll be, and I can call you a Koala because you sleep a lot and are from Australia. But anyway, Chan canceled it because half of the boys are sick," Seungmin explained.

He placed his hands back onto her waist but holding her closer still. His girlfriends face turned from happy flushed to concerned.

"Why didn't you text me?! We need to go over there so I can help take care of them! I can't believe you left Chan and the others by themselves-" She jumped off the bench and move around frantically looking for her shoes- "They can barely take care of themselves when they aren't sick! Hurry-"

Seungmin hugged her from behind, stopping her from moving.

"No."

"What do you mean 'no' mister. Your friends are sick and I'm worried!"

"I said no. We are staying here together. If Chan needs help, he'll text me-or you. He always messages you first in an emergency remember?"

The girl groaned and nodded.

"Fine..."

"Yay! Now let's cuddle!"

He picked her up, causing her to squeak, and carried her to their bed. He sat on the bed and moved under the cover, still holding his girlfriend.

"Hey! You can't just-"

Seungmin placed a soft, loving kiss on her lips. She smiled and melted into the kiss. When they pulled apart Seungmin had a smirk on his lips.

"Meanie, you can't just shut me up by kissi-"

He kisses her once again. But this time when they pull back, she rolls her eyes at him and turns to face her back against his chest. She cuddles closer to him, pulling his arms around her more, loving the feeling of the warmth.

He laughed at her, nuzzling his face into her shoulder/neck area. Causing giggles to erupt from her at the tickling feeling. Happiness and warmth filled them both.

The storm that was raging moments ago now calm and showing rainbows. The toxic thoughts and feelings now flew far away, unable to hurt either one of them.

There they cuddled, in the middle of the bed wrapped in blankets. Nothing playing. No music, no talking, no sound. Just their breathing and the small kisses here and there. The room was dim as the light faded and the street outside lit it up. It had started to rain, the droplets hitting the window, creating that amazing sound.

Seungmins arms were wrapped tightly around his girlfriend. Loving her squishy, slightly chubby and small figure. The girl rested her head on his chest, her hands resting on top of his. Focus wandering. She soon drifted into a peaceful, content and happy sleep.

Her boyfriend watched her. He noticed the small things. Like the way she blinks with her eyes closed, an indication she was having a dream. The way she would make some expressions like the ones in her dreams. Or how her jaw had to be clenched shut, a habit she made as a kid out of fear of chomping on her tongue by accident.

He noticed how her cheeks flushed red when her body temperature was too high or when it was way too cold. And he even noticed how, when she has a deep sleep her lips get plumper.

He loved her with his whole heart and soul. He noticed all the details and little things. He loved how happy she'd look and feel when he pointed them out as well. It showed her that he cared a lot about her.

He smiled happily, lifting one of his hands up to play with some of her curls that had fallen free from her bun. He chuckled, watching it bounce back into place. He removed her hair tie carefully. Massaging her scalp and playing with her hair.

Soon enough, Seungmin found himself falling into a deep sleep as well.

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the-only-villain-here-is-me · 6 years

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The Aftermath

Fandom: MCU

Pairing: None

Warnings: Violence, Language, Very Very Sad.(You've Been Warned)

Note: I cried like a baby writing this because Marvel can't just let my faves be happy for once and now I'm the one making my babes sad, dark, and brooding.

Summary: After the snap, what occurs after such a catastrophic event? Will tensions rise between our heroes or will they break down their walls and invite each other in? This is the aftermath...

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The worst had happened and they were unable to stop it. With the snap of his mere fingers, the devilish Mad Titan brought half the universe to nothing more than wisps of dust.

They had searched; of course; they weren't ready to give up so soon on bringing back their loved ones.

After the snap, they gazed upon the destruction he brought about and the only corpse they had to bury; the Vision. His lifeless image stayed with them; kept some of them up at night even.

Steve had sunk to his knees in the place where his best friend; the man he had just finally regained back from the brink; had perished. He was just a pile of ashes and nothing more.

No one dared bother the mourning man, even after they lead him back to his quarters to stay. The sobs of their leader were just background fuzz to their own traumas; they were shell shocked, angry, frightened, and struggled to hold back their own tears.

Natasha threw herself back into the gym the second they walked through those doors; anyone who tried to talk with the eerily quiet assassin were met with a grunt in acknowledgement or mainly, silence; aside from the repetitous thumps of her bare, bruised and bloody knuckles against the leather bag.

They were broken; but tried their hardest to piece themselves back together. No one had been able to locate Tony in those days after the snap and they had unanimously voted to stay in Wakanda to help with the clean up; it gave them something to focus on.

Bruce blamed himself; for not being able to do more, although he knew in his heart that the Titan wouldn't have been felled by the Hulk alone. He locked himself in one of the labs, basking in the silence as he researched tirelessly ways to recover his friends. He was sure it just had to be science and he knew science. He wouldn't stop until he unlocked the truth.

Shuri would occasionally hover in the doorway, jumping in to assist wordlessly when he needed help with some variables. She would bump him out of her way gently and examine the problem, pretending for just a moment that her brother would stop by and urge her to return to her room for some much needed sleep.

She, of course; knew that wouldn't be the case and so she didn't sleep, at least until Bruce banned her from the lab.

They had gotten into quite the fight over that; tensions already high and boiling over into things that usually wouldn't matter so much.

"This is my lab; you don't get to tell me what to do!" She had screamed, a big fat lump sitting in her throat as her voice cracked on the next part, "You're not my brother!"

Bruce had apologized profusely, but she ignored him as she decided to return to her room in order to avoid speaking to anyone further.

Okoye never was far from the Princess either; although she did keep a little distance as instructed.

She felt guilty, that T'Challa had slipped through her fingers as dust as he tried to help her rise. She knew she couldn't have changed the outcome; but that didn't stop her from wanting to protect his sister with everything she could muster. Sort of as an unofficial last request to her King.

Thor had become the rock, of sorts. He still mourned his brother and friends, but his facade was much stronger; the cracks sealed with a layer of wisecracks and reassuring pats on the backs of his quiet comrades.

When he retired to his quarters, though; that was a whole other story. His dreams were plagued with the dull, emerald eyes of his mischievous brother. Every time he attempted to picture his brother back at his trickful ways, all he saw was his pale corpse devoid of any breath.

In his nightmares, he watched as Thanos squeezed the life from his brother; helpless.

"Br-rot-ther...h-help me!" Loki would choke out, his eyes pleading.

When the Mad Titan released his grip, his body would tumble to the floor like a rag doll; his limbs splayed awkwardly.

Slowly, his brother would turn to face him and with nothing but distaste in his dull eyes, would utter, "You let me die!"

Thor woke up in cold sweats after these and took to staring out the window the remainder of the night; glaring up into the stars as he plotted the slow and painful ways he would bring Thanos to his knees.

The day Tony returned, with Nebula in tow; Rocket had rushed in; hoping to see the rest of the Guardians.

"They're gone," She had deadpanned before storming off.

Bruce had pulled Tony into a bear hug when he saw the man walk in. The broken man hadn't reciprocated the action; his eyes dull and glassy; as if he was stumbling through a haze.

Steve had taken that exact moment to exit his room, his eyes still red and cheeks swollen, his lips set in an unmoving line.

They met eyes, from across the room and Steve pulled away from the intense staring match first, flicking his head to look at a spot on the wall.

"He's dead too, isn't he?" Tony had questioned, the first sentence he had let slip past his lips ever since they arrived.

Steve merely nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly.

The others steeled themselves for an outburst, their bodies rigid as they waited for the two to explode at one another after being thrown back into a still smoldering fire of anger.

Then Tony did something unexpected; he stepped forward and placed his hand on the Captain's shoulder, nodding his head slightly.

"We're going to get that purple son of a bitch, even if it's the last thing we do Cap," He muttered before taking off soundlessly down the hall to the lab to fix up his wound properly.

He met a tired Rhodey at the end of the hall, still fuming after having had spoken to General Ross.

General Ross had been spewing an angry tirade about how the Avengers had let down the world and this is not how a team acts and blah blah blah.

"With all due respect, sir; half of the team you're talking about were considered fugitives by you five minutes ago and now you want to complain that they weren't doing their jobs?" He had scoffed angrily, ending the call before he could really let the man know what he thought.

He was the only person left to deal with the hellish late night calls from pissed off U.S Government Officials who knew jack squat and it had been taking a toll. Not to mention that the press couldn't stop ringing him for juicy details about the catastrophe.

"Good to see you in one piece Tony," He chuckled at the man, pulling him into a brief one armed hug.

"Have you heard anything about Pepper?" Tony questioned him, his eyes wide in worry over the fate of his fiance.

"She's fine Tony, we got her set up in a safe house," Rhodey had murmured.

"The kid- he's gone," Tony added, his voice cracking.

"We'll get him back Tony," Rhodey had promised; knowing good and well he was in no position to be making such promises.

Two years since he had made that promise.

Things still hadn't changed.

Tony headed back to New York eventually, noting the city streets were nearly empty as he made his way down them; watching the clean up crews fixing the destruction.

He and Pepper pushed the wedding as he searched day and night for Thanos.

One such night, he found himself staring up into the sky littered with stars due to the drastic transformation of New York City's skyline due to less emission.

"Man up asshole; I want to talk!" He screamed up into the night as a cool breeze tickled his face.

The balcony remained quiet, and he had shaken his head at the half hearted try.

He should of been happy that night; when Pepper announced she was pregnant. He should of been ecstatic at the news.

He just felt, oddly empty. Thanos had taken the one thing he had longed for and turned it into runner up to getting Peter back to his distraught Aunt May.

"Morgan Parker," He offered, gazing into her eyes as tears welled up in his.

She had pulled him into a hug and he felt safe. Safe had usually taken on a new meaning for him, but this; this was safe.

Steve got himself an apartment in Brooklyn for dirt cheap with all the real estate popping up seemingly over night.

It was a one room studio; all he had was a bed, a bare kitchen, and a table with three chairs.

He had a stack of sketch pads under his bed, tucked into a rusted metal box. Page after page was filled with the images of his dead friends.

Bucky, Wanda, Sam, Vision. He was almost obsessive as he tried to draw them into beautiful scenes.

Vision and Wanda with their heads tossed back, frozen in mid-laughter. Bucky curled up in a raggedy arm chair, feet slung over the side as he read, brows furrowed; To Kill A Mockingbird. Sam rolling his eyes jokingly or paused in a sort of still as he threw a water balloon.

He refused to take them out when anyone came over; locking the box and hanging the key under his shirt, close to his heart.

Natasha came over a lot; more than anyone else had. Mainly, she visited between missions.

He would often wake up to find the woman passed out against the wall in a sitting position, snoring gently as the cuts all over her body spilled over and bruises painted her pale skin.

He would pull the blanket from his own bed and lie it over her lap, attempting to ignore her strangled cries that erupted as she slept fitfully.

She also had a lot on her plate as she helped Clint out; as Laura and Lila had perished in the snap; leaving him to care for Cooper and Nathaniel.

Clint was pissed, to say the least, that even after he retired; his old life still pulled him back in like a moth to a goddamn flame.

He couldn't exact his revenge; his kids were his number one priority. Instead, he entrusted Natasha with being his eyes, ears, and legs.

She would go out and bring him back information on Thanos, all while balancing bedtime stories and dinner time.

Clint would have envied how strong she was if he didn't know how hard she was trying to keep it together in the first place. He knew she was just as broken as he was, no matter how hard she tried to mask it.

"You know; you can cry Nat," He had told her one day after a fight over her well being.

"Crying doesn't get your family or our friends back Clint," She had huffed back pointedly, storming from the house.

She had went to see Bruce at the compound, wanting to talk.

Bruce resided at the compound with Thor, Nebula, Rocket and Rhodey, but he rarely talked to anyone as he chose to throw himself into his work.

"Nat," He greeted the woman with a nod as she stormed in, fluttering the papers around her.

"Why did you leave?" She deadpanned, although she could still feel the unfamiliar sensation of a lump in her throat.

"Nat- I- I really don't know," He had stammered.

"BULLSHIT!" She broke down, slamming her fist against the glass table, sending it through.

Her hand was cut up, skin shredded and pain dulled as adrenaline coursed through her veins, as she took out her rage at the shitstorm that had erupted in their lives those past couple years; that tore them apart, pulled them and molded them into people she didn't recognize.

Bruce wordlessly patched her up as she stared out the window with angry tears prickling the corners of her eyes.

He pretended not to notice.

That was all any of them had been doing.

Pretending.

Pretending it didn't hurt.

Pretending they were moving on.

Pretending they were tough enough to contain it.

Pretending they weren't self medicating.

With booze...

With love...

With obsessions...

They couldn't think of the consequences during battle; they had to fight.

This was the battle that was littered with the consequences and choices.

This was the inner battle.

This was the aftermath.

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*Tease* (Part Five)

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE ******************************** “Hey sweet thing.” Bucky said softly, and Tony paused in tying his robe, sending a smile towards his boyfriend.

“Hey Bucky bear. What are you doing? Thought you were heading out with the guys for your usual insane morning run.”

“I was.” Bucky closed their bedroom door and stalked towards him, blue eyes lit with want . “But it's been a few days since we-- since we had a chance to spend some time together, so I thought if you were feeling better--”

“Oh.” Tony leaned back into Bucky's arms as they circled his waist. “Sorry about that honey.”

He had been sore for days after his ahem ‘yoga session’ with Steve, sore to the point where he hadn't even let Bucky look at him, much less get farther than just some light cuddles, and Bucky was starting to look desperate.

“It's alright.” Bucky kissed his shoulder gently. “I just miss you, Tony. Steve told me about how much fun you guys had and I---”

“Are you jealous that I had a special outfit for Steve and not for you?” Tony teased, and Bucky kissed his shoulder again, letting his teeth scrape lightly over the skin.

“I wouldn't say jealous .” he mumbled. “I mean, you an' Stevie have every right to have special things together.”

Tony shrugged carelessly.“Well if you aren't jealous, I suppose I don't need to be wearing this anymore, do I?” he let go of the ties on his robe so it slipped from his shoulders just enough to show a bit of lace covering his chest. “I was just going to wear it under my shirt and let you find it later but--”

“Let me see.” Bucky turned him around and yanked the robe open, pushing it the floor and biting his lip to hold back a groan. “Oh Tony. Sugar, this is beautiful.” He hooked his finger in the band of the bralette stretched over Tony's chest and tugged lightly. “Why are you-- where did you--”

“Do you like it?” Tony asked nervously. “I thought it was sort of stupid since I don't exactly have a whole lot to fill it out or anything but-- mmmph !”

He stopped talking when Bucky slammed their mouths together, shoving his tongue between Tony's lips and moaning low in his throat.

“You wearing a pretty bra for me, sweet thing? Sexiest thing I've ever seen.” Bucky didn't even notice the matching red underwear, too distracted by the transparent lace and delicate straps.

“Come here.” He pulled Tony into his arms, carrying him right back to the bed and stretching him out, one big hand kneading and pressing over one of the lace cups, the other tearing at his own pants to shove them down his thighs. “Oh honey, you’re so pretty in this. Can't get over how pretty--”

Bucky was mouthing loud kisses down Tony's neck, across his jaw, sucking on Tony's ear lobe, nibbling across his collarbone. “So beautiful. Dressing up for me. Can't wait to get my mouth on--” he pinched Tony's nipple through the lace, groaning a little when Tony jumped and whimpered a little beneath him.

“Are you sensitive here?” Bucky asked, slotting their mouths back together before Tony could answer. “We never play much here, didn't know ya had sensitive tits, baby”

“Bucky!” Tony yelped then, blushing a bright red and Bucky laughed, a sexy satisfied sound that made Tony blush ever harder, before he slid down Tony's body enough to press his lips to the soft bra, humming in satisfaction when Tony’s breath sped up.

Then he flicked his tongue out, wetting the material, feeling the hard nub of Tony's nipple pebbling beneath his tongue, and sealed his lips around it, pulling lightly until Tony's back arched and his fingers dug into Bucky's long hair.

“Oh that feels good.” Tony sighed and Bucky shoved his legs open, settling into the vee of his thighs so Tony could feel how hard he was. “Oh you feel good.” Tony said with a breathless little laugh. “Missed you this week, Bucky Bear.”

“Missed you too.” Bucky mumbled, only lifting his mouth long enough to switch sides, licking through the lace and letting his teeth scrape over the sensitive skin. “Gonna suck on your tits till you come, sugar. Want you making a mess in those pretty panties of yours.”

“Shit!” Tony's whole body jerked, his cock starting to throb and leak where it was trapped between lace panties and Bucky's thigh.

“Mmmm that's right, doll.” Bucky crooned. “Gonna get wet for me? Let me feel how wet you are.” He dragged his hands down Tony's body, palming his cock through the damp material. “That's good, baby, so good I can feel how much you want me.”

“Want you so bad.” Tony said through clenched teeth. “Come on, Buck. Been missing you.”

“Been missing you too, Tony, need to take my time.” Bucky ground down against him and Tony's eyes rolled back. “ Bucky.”

“You dressed up so pretty though.” Bucky kissed him hard, his tongue licking and tasting through Tony's mouth. “Dressed up so pretty, it would such a shame to just rip it off you. In fact I need to-- oh honey let me--”

Bucky moved up until he was straddling Tony's rib cage, keeping his weight on his knees, then stroked a hand over his cock and slid it across the bra.

“Oh goddamnit .” Bucky groaned and rolled his hips, thrusting harder. “Tony this is easily the sexiest--” his jaw dropped open when Tony strained his head up and stuck his tongue out, trying to lick at the head of his cock. “Yes. Yes , baby open up.”

Bucky scooted closer, wrapping his hand through Tony's hair and holding his head up so with every glide over that completely distracting--and now completely soaked--lace, he could slip between Tony's lips, a hungry sound punching from his chest when Tony swirled his tongue around and over him.

“You're so beautiful, Tony.” Bucky rasped. “Oh so beautiful, look at you. In fucking lace , dressing up so pretty for me.” His fingers teased and plucked over Tony's nipples, stretching the lace to shove his hands beneath it to finally touch skin.

“Can't wait to be inside you, but goddammit I love your mouth , and damn I want to just fuck between your tits until I come all over you and---” Bucky's voice dropped into that growl that Tony loved so much and he slammed his head back into the pillows, hands digging into Bucky's thighs, hips jerking helplessly.

“Can't talk to me like that and not do anything, babe.” He pleaded. “Didn't wear this thing so you could just look it.”

“Mmm .” Bucky finally pulled away, finally moved back between Tony's legs, only to pull the delicate bra down with him, licking and nipping over Tony's chest until he was whining, squirming, pushing at his head to push him off.

“Please Buck, no more. Can't take--”

“Told you I was gonna make you come like this.” Bucky whispered. “Come for me baby doll. Want you to make a mess for me, make a fucking mess.”

“Touch me pl-please--” Tony stammered and Bucky nodded against him, still not letting up, still sucking and pulling hard as he stroked over Tony's cock through the panties. “Oh like that… Bucky more please more I swear---”

“Come for me.” Bucky growled, and Tony shouted, his back bowing under his orgasm, pouring into and through the panties, and Bucky just hummed in approval, stroking him through each wave until Tony was shaking and whimpering.

“Perfect. Perfect, beautiful , sweet thing. Gorgeous baby, gonna fuck you now, gonna take you right now, right now--”

Bucky shoved Tony's legs apart, pulling the soaked lace aside and sliding his fingers through the puddle of come before crooking two fingers and pushing them right into Tony's body.

“Shit.” Tony gasped, but he was too relaxed, too spent from already coming to protest much, and he just groaned as Bucky thrust a few times inside him.

“You good, sugar? Need you right now.” Bucky slicked a hand over his cock and started pushing inside steadily, gripping Tony's hips tight so he couldn't scoot away. “Making me crazy, dressing up like this. Don't know what's gotten into you lately but--”

“You've gotten into me.” Tony huffed, his eyes squeezed tight, breathing hard as Bucky bottomed out inside him. “Just wanted some extra attention from you guys, some not so gentle attention.”

“Not so gentle?” Bucky leaned over him and pressed the lightest, sweetest kiss to Tony's lips. “Baby doll I'm gonna fuck you through this mattress .”

“Oh fuck!” Tony cried out when Bucky pulled out and slammed back in, and then again and again until Tony had to throw his hands up on the headboard so his head would stop hitting it, and until Bucky's breath was coming fast, his thrusts hard, left hand holding Tony still, arm locked into place so he wouldn't squeeze too hard, his right hand still playing with the lacy bra, reaching up to touch over Tony's lips and face, tugging at his hair lightly.

“Honey you're so perfect like this, so tight around me, still wearing these slutty clothes, I love it. I love you.”

“I love you too. Love you too Bucky bear, come for me come on, come inside me.” Tony urged, and Bucky's hips stuttered, his eyes going wide and dark and then he pulled out, making Tony yell when he was suddenly empty.

“Can't come in you babe.” Bucky grunted, and unlocked his arm, winding it around Tony's shoulders and pulling him close until his chest was nearly touching Bucky's stomach. “Gonna come all over this pretty thing right here.”

“Yes.” Tony sighed and put both his hands around Bucky's cock, jacking him quickly as Bucky held him close, his left arm heavy on his shoulders, his right hand running through Tony's hair, smoothing over the lace, pressing his forehead to Tony's, panting into his mouth, whispering sweet and filthy things, calling Tony every pet name he could ‘ darling, baby doll, sugar touch me like that, that's so perfect honey, god your hands are fucking perfect, so beautiful, you're so goddamn beautiful with your hands around my cock almost as good as your sweet little mouth oh fuck baby I'm gonna come, gonna come all over you all fucking over--”

“Oh fuck Tony, tonytonytonytony ---” Bucky crushed their mouths together as he came, spurting all over Tony's chest, soaking the lace and then thrusting through the mess, his sensitive cock catching on the ruined material and making him shudder as he panted through the last few ripples of pleasure.

Tony ran his fingers up and down Bucky's side as he tried to bring the soldier back down, pressing soft kisses over Bucky's lip and down his shoulders, rubbing his cheek against the cool metal of his left arm.

“You hardly ever touch me with this.” he commented and Bucky held him a little closer.

“Always too afraid of hurting you.”

“Didn't hurt me this time.” Tony shrugged. “Maybe next time you use this hand to open me up, hm?”

“Oh sweet thing.” Bucky laughed, pushing at Tony until he lay back down against the pillows, covering Tony's body with his own. “You are wonderful. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Tony said against his lips, smiling to himself because besides being carried everywhere, his other favorite thing about dating super soldiers was that they could be hard again within just a minute or two, and when he wrapped his legs around Bucky's waist and rocked up against him, Bucky groaned low, his body responding instantly.

“Killing me, Tony.”

“Super soldier brought down by a bra.” Tony teased and Bucky sighed, settling further between Tony's legs.

“This lingerie thing you're doing is wonderful, baby. Do you have any more tricks?”

“Oh Bucky bear.” Tony scratched his nails through Bucky's hair absentmindedly. “You and Steve don't stand a chance against what I have planned.”

#tease #stuckony #1000 follower fic #winteriron

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