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separatist-apologist · 8 months

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Lying In Between The Memories

You could call it paradise but it looks just like hell to me

Summary: Following the blood rite, Gwyneth Berdara can't shake the memories of a life long-gone.

The shadowsinger can't seem to move on after five centuries of loving the same woman.

Together, they'll have to carve a new path forward.

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Added chapter because I can do whatever I want, whenever I want

[ongoing TW for Sexual Assault]

Gwyn woke to the sound of Azriel groaning. She’d been awake for hours at that point, dressed and bathed, working through her book in his bed while he was sprawled on his stomach, wings bent at a strange angle. She glanced over at him, watching as one hazel eye peeked open, blinking rapidly to blot out the sunlight. His shadows swirled in the darkness, murmuring what she suspected were judgmental quips about their master's poor behavior.

Azriel pushed himself into a plank before flopping back to the bed. “I drank too much,” he muttered, his voice darker than usual. She liked the sound of it more than she should. Gwyn swallowed.

“I tried to warn you.”

“I’ll bet,” he replied dryly, raising himself up again. She couldn’t help herself, watching the shifting muscles in his back, the bulge of his biceps, the strain of his abdomen as he stood. He was naked—when had that happened—and utterly flaccid and there was something so absurdly appealing about his body like this. No performance, no show—just Azriel, with his dark hair sticking out in all directions and his body loose and a little sweaty from sleep. His skin gleamed gold in the early morning light, wings spread wide as he stretched powerful arms up over his head. Gwyn liked him almost better this way. He wasn’t the warrior or the shadowsinger—he was just Azriel.

Whoever that was. She wasn’t sure she even knew. Azriel had his own layers, his own careful walls he’d built up over centuries. Could Rhysand or Cassian penetrate them at this point? Did Azriel himself even realize what he’d done? Gwyn recognized it the way she recognized her own behavior—they were mirror images of the other, careful even when they relinquished their tightly held control. He could get drunk and tell her he wanted to be touched, could offer up pieces of his life when she was spiraling, but just like she did, the pieces of her that were truly her only belonged to Gwyn.

She was staring at the trail of dark hair beneath his navel, lost in thought when Azriel murmured, “Like what you see?”

“What do you do for fun?” she asked, snapping herself out of her thoughts. Azriel blinked, his sly smile slipping.

“What?”

“For fun. What do you do?”

“I go to Rita’s with—”

“For fun, Azriel. That you do,” she said patiently. He shifted, thighs tight, arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t like the question, pulling his wings tight against his back as though preparing for combat. She was learning his little tells.

“What kind of question is that?”

“I knit,” she continued, well aware it was going to have to be her who was vulnerable first. “I need my hands to be moving sometimes and I like seeing my thoughts carefully laid out in front of me.”

“That doesn’t sound fun,” he argued, still naked, still staring her down.

“It is,” she protested softly, looking at the book in her lap. “It’s something I did before…before. And I’m good at it. It’s just for me and I can be myself while I do it.”

“Are you going to make me a blanket, then?”

“You’d like that too much, I think.”

“I could touch myself while thinking of those skilled hands of yours.”

Gwyn snapped her book shut, irritated. “Good talk, Azriel.”

“No, Gwyn, don’t—”

She slammed the door in his face, loud enough that the chandelier shook overhead. Behind the wood, Azriel swore softly, but didn’t immediately open it. He was dressing himself and likely working out what he could say to her that would smooth things out. Some carefully crafted half-truth that betrayed nothing personal before he went back to his smooth innuendo and weapons.

It was a good reminder for Gwyn that no matter how much she liked Azriel, she barely knew him. And he knew so much about her by virtue of her just spilling it at his feet when she couldn’t hide it anymore. She couldn’t have someone unwilling to give her anything, and she needed to put more emotional distance between them. Stop giving in, she told herself. He was beautiful and he knew it, and that annoyed her.

She bet that pretty face got him every female he’d ever wanted. He likely didn’t have to say a word, crooking his finger with a whispered, “crawl,” and they were at his feet. She wasn’t going to be that for him. And she sure as hells wasn’t going to be another notch on his bedpost. Refusing to sleep with him still felt like a good call.

Azriel was out a few moments later, dressed in black trousers that hugged his thighs and a black tunic with silvery blue trim that, frankly, made him look absurdly attractive. He’d smoothed out his hair and washed his face. Predictable as ever, she thought.

“I don’t know what I do for fun,” he said after a tense moment. Gwyn blinked, brows raised. “I don’t have any hobbies.”

“No hobbies?” she asked, hating the strange pity writhing in her chest. “What do you do when you’re alone?”

Azriel’s expression was tight. “Practice.”

She didn’t know what to say, and clearly neither did he. Gwyn guessed no one had ever asked Azriel how he spent his time, assuming, perhaps, he must find ways to amuse himself. Suddenly, it occurred to her that maybe she shouldn’t have opened this door with him because Gwyn had no idea how to close it.

“I think I’ve said this before, but you know…you know you’re worth more than what you can do with a knife? Right, Az?”

His eyes flicked to her face. “You’ve never seen what I can do with a knife.”

“Show me, then.”

“You don’t mean that—”

“I do. Show me. Show me what you can do with a knife. Who knows. Maybe you’re right. Maybe that is all you’re good for.”

Anger flashed over his features, but Gwyn was going to force him into the same realizations he was constantly forcing on her. Closing her book carefully, Gwyn stood. “C’mon, Az. Surely you can find someone?”

He prowled forward while Gwyn held her ground, chin raised. “You couldn’t handle what I do, Gwyn?”

“Oh, of course not. How convenient for you, because you never have to show me and I just have to trust that you’re so good at it, you don’t need to think about anything else.”

His fingers curled around her arm. “I don’t—”

“No one cares about you unless you’re holding that knife,” she continued, eyes on his face as Azriel’s anger rose. She swore she could feel it in her body, cold enough to burn, to utterly destroy her if she wasn’t careful. Gwyn knew that rage, though. Maybe it was her own merely rising to meet his, recognizing itself in another. “And if you died, there would be no need to mourn you. Only replace you—”

He grabbed her roughly as some pulse of power erupted through the room, blowing the doors of their bedroom wide open. The table splintered, her book flipping backwards. She was unharmed, safe against his chest. Azriel’s careful control had fractured for only a moment, giving her a small taste of what kind of killing power lay just beneath his skin.

Azriel was panting, eyes wild as he took in the scene. Gwyn exhaled with relief, pressing her cheek to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice rough and hoarse. “I could have—I was so close—”

“You can’t hurt me,” she lied, because he certainly could. Not the way he was imagining, at any rate. She thought if she said it out loud, maybe it would be true, though. Because Azriel certainly could hurt her—he could destroy her so thoroughly it would take her centuries to undo the damage.

She was already on the path to ruin and she knew it.

“Look at me,” she ordered, grabbing him by the face. Rough stubble grazed her palm, unshaven in his rush to come out and talk to her. “You can’t hurt me.”

“I—” he swallowed, his words stuck in his throat.

“Why can’t you take your own advice, Az? You don’t think Cassian and Rhysand would rip the world apart if you were hurt? You don’t think Morrigan or Feyre…that Nesta and Emerie—that I wouldn’t try and get you back?”

His nostrils flared, trying desperately to suck in air. He looked like a wounded, cornered animal right then, trying to shake his face out of her grip. Gwyn wasn’t done with him. He didn’t get to say all those things to her and then refuse to hear them for himself.

“Tell me that you know that—”

“Why should they? Why should you?” he said, his voice colder than she’d ever heard it. “I don’t want that.”

“Liar,” she replied. “You’re such a liar.”

He shook his head, opening his mouth before closing it again. “You don’t—-you don’t know. All those years in the dark, the camp—Rhys’s father. You don’t know what it was like—”

“Then tell me!” she half yelled at him. “Tell me what it was like so I do know! There is no reward for suffering alone, Azriel! There is only…there is only more suffering.”

Oh.

She was yelling at him…but maybe she was yelling at herself, too. Maybe she was telling herself that, too, because all at once, it made so much sense. Gwyn didn’t want to burden anyone with her problems, thought they were better left inside. And what had she gotten for it? More suffering and little else.

He must have recognized the look on her face. It was his turn to cup her face in his broad hands, his fingers so long they slid into her unbound hair. “I’ll tell you,” he murmured, holding her gaze with an earnestness that radiated warmth, “if you tell me, too. All of it. Every ugly piece. I can take it.”

It was too late now. Too late to tell him no, to walk away unscathed. He was tangled up in her, beyond reason or caution and Gwyn couldn’t tell him no. She wanted to please him, wanted to see him smile in that easy, unguarded way.

And maybe she wanted that for herself, too. She nodded, holding herself still when he lowered his face to press his lips against her own. He needed her, she told herself.

Unable to deny that she needed him, too.

AZRIEL:

“Fix your face,” Azriel hissed, watching Gwyn’s scowl smooth into careful neutrality. It took all of two minutes for her expression to betray her. She wore her every thought out in the open which made her a terrible courtier.

But he could make her into a great spy. Still, Azriel wanted her to be more cognizant of how others perceived her and to that end, every time they sat in the darkened great hall for a meal, Azriel ordered her to listen to the conversations happening around her and then commented on her facial expressions.

It was too obvious she was eavesdropping. Kai was still gone, and there was no hint or whisper of which High Lord might be coming from Prythian. Gunnar was, as usual, morose on his throne, watching his courtiers talk and eat with sightless eyes.

Gwyn sighed, taking another bite of potatoes, her fish utterly forgotten. Azriel took advantage, forking it right off her plate for himself. “Everyone is fucking,” she hissed, eyes narrowed.

“Not everyone,” he replied, watching the king again. Gwyn turned those teal eyes fully on him, her expression rife with accusation. He didn’t acknowledge her, nor did he give in to the urge to laugh. He’d said what he said. The king was sexless—though so many were trying to win his favor—and so was Azriel. That was different, though. Azriel was at least trying.

Maybe too hard, if the forceful weight of her stare was any indication. She was going to make him pay for that comment and he only hoped when she did, she used her hands. Forcing his thoughts away from Gwyn pinning him down and employing a little violence to get what she wanted, Azriel let his mind wander back to court. Kai had been gone a strangely long time for a prince and not an emissary. Though, Azriel had to admit he knew very little about the customs in Montessere. The king wasn’t concerned.

But Azriel was.

He waited until they were tucked back in their shared room, Gwyn too focused on the book she was a third of the way through, to slip out under the guise of using the bathing chamber. All but one of his shadows—left to watch Gwyn—joined him high up on the roof.

“Something is wrong,” he murmured, eyes sweeping the city below. For a seaside city, it was awfully dark—gloomy, despite the promised warmth. A perpetual shadow seemed to cling to the buildings, the palace, and Azriel didn’t think it was grief anymore. It didn’t smell like magic though, either—it looked normal.

Maybe he was wrong. He’d been wrong about things before—Azriel saw danger everywhere, even when it wasn’t present at all. Always on alert, always edgy. That kept him alive.

“Go to Vallahan,” Azriel murmured, his shadows hovering above his shoulder. “Tell me what the prince is doing. And you. Toward the forest. Go no further—-not without me. Tell me what you see.”

He didn’t want to risk his shadows getting too close to Koschei or his lake, which was warded with an enchantment far older than Azriel, or the magic that inhabited his veins. He’d never lost one—and suspected it would be like losing a piece of his soul. Unwilling to endure that sort of loss, Azriel was careful with his missions.

His shadows scattered to the wind, leaving him alone in the dark for a moment. Azriel took a deep breath of salty air, letting it touch his cheek before he returned. Slipping back through his open window, Azriel found Gwyn exactly where he’d left her.

She looked up when she saw him.

“Come here,” she said breathlessly, unaware of how tight that voice made his body. He would have crawled if she’d demanded it. She didn’t, though. Still, he came around her, bracing himself over her so he could breathe in the scent of her hair under the guise of looking at her book.

“It's an account of the Wild Hunt from someone who remembers,” she said, pointing to text that was, to him, mere gibberish. “‘Wilde Jagd’ in the old tongue was what they called it. ‘It was late when the horns sounded and we were rounded up. No one was spared—children separated from weeping mothers, men shackled and dragged from wives. Intent on creating panic and fear, they left us in pens for days, mingling with mortals and stewing in our own filth. No bread was offered, nor water—and everything was dark.

“‘ When it was time, they brought us out dazed and disoriented, blinking against the blinding sunlight. Their fiercest warriors awaited us, some holding beasts on silver chains while others merely held swords. We were offered half a day's head start, and ordered not to assist anyone but ourselves. A bang sounded and everyone scattered to the wind, forgetting their families—forgetting themselves.

“‘The children were hunted down first as easy prey—’”

“That’s enough,” Azriel whispered, certain he knew what fate befell those people. He didn’t need the details. Gwyn, ever the scholar, didn’t seem quite so disturbed.

“He survived this. Not all of them were killed. Some managed to hide or escape into a boundary that turned survivors almost into heroic figures. They were still slaves of course, but they were allowed to live in the palaces of the Daglan and had more free reign to do as they liked. This author lived in the time of Fionn if he survived the wild hunt and lived long enough to document it.”

Azriel was unsettled by her words and the imagery they’d conveyed. Undaunted, and perhaps unaware, Gwyn pressed on, “It means he probably knew at least the rumors of Koschei…of all the old things, even. And if he wrote them down…”

Azriel raised his brows tilting his head as she turned to look at him. “There’s probably some truth to rumor, Az. A kernel of it, at least. I can work faster—”

“Take your time,” Azriel replied, that unease creeping like cold fog over his body. “Or take the book back with you.”

“That’s stealing—”

“So? It’s for the good of the world,” he dismissed. “And you’re the only one who can read it.”

She was staring at the page, and he wondered how much of that cypher she already had memorized. She’d been reading not from her copied pages, but the book itself. She had a knack for languages, he thought.

Glancing at his shadow, he wondered if she could learn their language, too. He’d suggest it another time—maybe when she knew what she was to him and he didn’t have to risk his shadows betraying him because they were nosy busybodies. It would be helpful—he could send her little messages no one but she could hear.

He liked that idea a little too much.

Azriel left her to her book, wasting time in the bath because he knew there was no way he was going to bed without her. She’d stay up all night reading if she could, and neither of them would get any sleep, wrecking them for the morning. Azriel liked to think this was a good start for them both—they were terrible insomniacs. She hadn’t had a nightmare since she’d begun sleeping beside him, and neither had he. Dragging a sponge across his skin, he wondered if she ever thought about why she felt safe enough to sleep beside him.

He supposed she could rationalize it as another person keeping her safe and not the mating bond. He’d done that once too, after all. It was beginning to wear on him that she had no idea what was going on—that she couldn’t feel it, even after he’d pulled on their shared bond. He needed to talk to Rhys or Cassian because this felt like madness.

Azriel dried himself off and threw on a pair of black linen pants before he went out to drag her into bed. Gwyn didn’t complain, eyes tinged red from exhaustion. That was his favorite—when he didn’t have to cajole or threaten in order to get her to sleep beside him.

She went and brushed her teeth and slipped into a pretty green night dress while he waited, one arm propped behind his head. Mine, you’re mine—the thought slid through his mind when she padded out, flopping onto the bed face first.

It was easy enough to draw her against him given she put up no resistance. Azriel felt settled once her cheek touched his bare stomach. “What are you going to do when we get home?” she asked him, fingers tracing the line of hair slipping into his stomach.

Buy a larger house.

Make you my wife.

“Same old, same old,” he lied. “You?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, though. I um…I don’t think I want to go back to living in the library, though.”

“I could help you find somewhere to live,” he offered, not bothering to mention that it would be his permanent residence, too. “Somewhere in Velaris that you’d feel safe?”

Gwyn blinked those pretty eyes up at him. “That would be nice, Azriel.”

Self-serving, too, but she’d figure that out later. Ideally she’d know, and this would all just be a given. How had Rhys done it? Feyre loved him before she learned, but how had Rhys managed it? Azriel hadn’t been paying attention and now he was out on his own, trying to convince a female to fall in love with him. That was hardly his strong suit given five hundred years of Mor and a miserable year of Elain. He wasn’t the loving kind, he suspected.

Still, he had to try.

Carding his fingers through her hair, he forced himself to ask, “Will I see you when this is over?”

Gwyn scoffed. “Do you want to? I thought this wasn’t supposed to follow up back to Prythian?”

“I’ve changed my mind,” he said, careful to keep his voice light. This was dangerous territory and he knew it. He could feel the tension rising in the air, her guard raising. “Think about it.”

He could feel her heart thudding, wild and out of control. Was she excited or terrified? Knowing Gwyn, it was a mixture of both. She’d devolve into overthinking until she convinced herself that he wanted her for nefarious purposes—that he was so fixated on fucking her (which was half true), he would persue her in Prythian, too.

He could have just told her the truth.

And she’d go scurrying back to the library.

He leashed the urge, still stroking her hair while he tried to think of something else to put her at ease. Fuck he was so bad at this. Azriel had spent centuries merely saying what he meant without preamble or pretense and now he was paying for it. He needed a crash course from Rhys.

“If this is about—”

“It’s not about sex, Gwyn,” he interrupted before she could say the words. She looked at him, challenge in her eyes.

“I can’t win, can I?”

“You don’t want to sleep with me?”

Quicker than she could track, Azriel had her flat on her back, body hovering over her own. “Did I say that?” he whispered, running his nose down the length of her throat. “I don’t recall saying that. I said I wanted to see you in Prythian, irrespective of sex.”

“And if I slept with you, then what?”

He couldn’t resist scraping his teeth against her collarbone. All this talk of fucking her was making him weak and stupid. He’d never once begged someone to sleep with him and he thought he would now. He’d have gotten on his knees, even.

Azriel’s eyes flicked to her face. Shaking his head, well aware she expected he’d discard her, he said, “I asked you to fuck me again.” She exhaled in a huff, rolling her eyes at his response. “I wish you thought better of me,” he murmured, kissing the crook of her neck

“Maybe I’ll tire of you,” she teased, fingers brushing through his hair.

“That seems more likely,” he agreed, hating the lancing pain in his gut. Too true, though she didn’t realize it. Everyone felt that way about him, eventually left and his mate might, too. That was the thing he couldn’t reconcile with—that he had a mate. The Mother had found him worthy and had brought them together, and could just as cruelly rip them apart. There was nothing he could do to stop her, either.

“And what of your other lovers? Won’t they weep furiously knowing you’re…?”

“Courting you,” he managed, the word wobbling out of his mouth. “I’m sure they’ll move on.” Azriel doubted any of the female’s he’d been dallying with missed him at all, but Gwyn didn’t need to know that. Privately, he liked this little show of jealousy.

Reaching for his face, Gwyn swept her thumb over his jaw. “Let’s just…take it day by day, okay?”

That was better than a no, he decided with pleasure. They had endless days. More than he could count—enough that one day she’d wake up and realize they’d been together a few centuries. Assuming, of course, it took her that long to feel their bond. Azriel wondered if maybe it was muted for her in the wake of her assault and the loss of her sister—she simply didn’t have the capacity to feel it as strongly as he did.

Time might ease those wounds, though.

Azriel crawled back up her body, fighting every instinct that begged him to claim her. To coat her in his scent to keep the other males far, far away. There was time, he swore there was even if the mating bond in his chest didn’t get a fuck about any of that. If he tried to touch her, she’d convince herself that was all he wanted.

Azriel needed her to feel his sincerity. So he laid beside her, one wing draped across her body like a blanket. “Hands to yourself,” he warned her, well aware she couldn’t help herself. She was too impulsive when it came to touching his wings and Azriel’s control was a delicate thing easily broken.

“Maybe in the morning,” she agreed, rolling to her side so she was facing him. Surging forward, she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You can be sweet when you want to.”

“It’ll ruin my reputation if that gets out,” he warned dryly.

Gwyn smiled.

“It’s our little secret, Az.”

He exhaled. “Good girl.”

#gwynriel #its dumbass hours 24/7 here sir

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hellfirexhoe · 1 year

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Death of Me: Chapter 15 - A Very Special Meeting of the Hellfire Club

Chapter 15 | Series Masterlist

3,794 words

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, childbirth, fluff.

October 31st 1986.

If you thought you were miserable during your first trimester, boy were you unprepared for going a week past your due date.

You're fairly certain that raspberries may go extinct at the rate you're chugging cups of raspberry leaf tea. Not that you care. Stupid raspberries.

Eddie had taken you on miles long meanders in the woods around Hawkins, trying to hold a conversation with you that wouldn't end in you frustrated. You appreciate the effort but still, stupid walks.

Your mother had said castor oil was a great way to get things moving. You didn't have time to find out before the oily substance on your tongue made you vomit. Stupid oil.

You woke up this morning particularly irritable, stomping around the house until Eddie finally dared to ask what was bothering you so. You'd shot him a death glare and then pointed at your stomach,

"He's supposed to be here. We were told the 23rd."

"I know sweetheart, but maybe he's just super cosy in there and isn't ready to leave yet. But we'll get to meet him soon." Eddie gives you a soft smile and you groan,

"Spare me that crap. I just want him off my bladder." You growl the last words as your son helpfully pushes down on your bladder as though to illustrate your point.

Eddie tries to give you a sympathetic smile but it doesn't win you over, you're uncomfortable and sore and you feel like you haven't slept in months.

"You don't have to come with me tonight, I really don't mind if you want to stay home and get some rest, maybe a bubble bath."

"Two things," You hold up your fingers, "One, I can't drive myself to the hospital if your son decides he wants to make an appearance. Two, there is no way on God's green earth I'm going to be able to fit into that tub right now." You rummage through the cupboard, locating your coffee mug with ease. Eddie learned the hard way that your caffeine intake was not his to police while you were sleeping so poorly. A tiny foot in the ribs doesn't exactly send you off into a dreamless sleep.

Eddie comes over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, the other rubbing your stomach soothingly.

"Ugh you smell like water." You grumble and wrinkle your nose while Eddie stands baffled,

"What the hell does water smell like?"

"I don't know but you just do!" Eddie bites back a chuckle, knowing you'll bite his head off if he does.

"Okay I'm going to go shower and see if that somehow makes me smell less like water. Do you want me to help you with your costume when I'm done?"

"You're going to have to squeeze me into it, I feel like I've swallowed a planet."

The zip glides smoothly up your back as Eddie finishes helping you get dressed, mercifully you’d picked a much larger size, meaning Eddie did not have to “grease you up” as he kindly offered. You sit on the edge of the bed and he kneels down to help you slip your feet into your shoes, a small frown crossing his face, placing the shoes back down beside him and switching to rubbing your feet, a quiet tut leaving his mouth,

"You're been on your feet too much again." He gently chides, it's coming from a place of concern, not control.

"Well how else am I going to walk this baby out?" You lean back onto a pillow you hastily shove behind you, sighing as Eddie’s hands work over your sore feet, relaxing the muscles and helping the painful swelling on your feet reduce. You shut your eyes and let another long sigh go,

“Better?”

“Don’t be smug about it.” Eddie laughs and you smile, “Alright if you don’t stop now I’m going to have to insist you cancel tonight and carry on.”

“Sorry guys, no game tonight. Fiancee’s feet hurt so I’m spending the evening taking care of her? Yeah what an asshole I’d be.” Eddie places your shoes onto your feet gently and stands up, holding out a hand to help you up.

“Five more minutes.” You pout and Eddie lets his hand drop, shrugging,

“Fine but then you miss out on watching me stab myself in the eye multiple times.” Eddie ducks into the bathroom as he calls out to you.

“It’s just not that difficult to do Eddie, how many times do I have to do your makeup for you?” You eventually manage to pull yourself off the bed and waddle into the bathroom watching as he immediately pulls his lower lid down,

“Absolutely not. Put the pencil down Munson.” You had explained so many times that doing that was going to cause premature aging around his eyes but he just doesn’t listen, insisting this was the only way he could put eyeliner on. You take the pencil from his hand and turn his head to yours, rolling your eyes at the satisfied grin on his face. To his credit, Eddie keeps still as he squats down so you can reach his eyes with ease, and is able to fight the instinct to back away from the invading black pencil rimming his eyes.

“Okay, there. Not difficult.” You step back and let Eddie admire his lined eyes in the mirror, grinning at your handiwork as he inspects it.

“Thank you sweetheart.” Eddie smooches the top of your head, “Now where are those fangs?”

He rummages through the bag he’s haphazardly thrown onto the counter and produces a plastic pack of fangs.

“Eddie, those are going to shred your gums to pieces, what happened to the caps I found?”

“The caps were cool, but these glow in the dark.” Eddie switches the light off as he speaks and produces another pack of faintly green teeth and offers them to you.

“Nope, I’m sticking with my caps, have fun wrecking your gums though.”

“Your losh.” Eddie struggles with the plastic encasing his teeth, but you can see he’s grinning in the dark thanks to the glow of the teeth.

You switch the light back on and gently bump him aside so you can better see the mirror for placing the fang caps over your teeth. The putty tastes vile but secures them comfortably and means you can still talk without sounding insane. You spot Eddie rummaging in the bag once more and he produces a frankly ridiculous amount of fake blood.

“I thought we were both going as vampires? You going as Carrie or something?” Eddie laughs as you watch him with a raised eyebrow,

“I got a good deal.”

“I’d hope so, that jug is getting passed down to our grandkids.”

Eddie dips a q-tip into the jug and dabs two marks on your neck, dragging the soaked cotton along your skin to emulate a trickle of blood. You shudder at the sticky sensation but in the mirror you have to admit it looks realistic.

“Okay now do me.”

“Eddie… we have plans.” You joke, it takes him a split second to grasp your meaning but he does,

“I meant the fake blood, idiot.” Eddie teases as he presents you with a q tip and tilts his neck for you.

“What if I just draw a dick on your neck right now?”

“You’re a menace. I’m trusting you to behave.”

You’re the first to the Wheeler’s house, aside from the Wheeler’s of course. Nancy answers the door, dressed as a witch, complete with pointy hat and broomstick. As you head into the basement you see Mike, with an alarming amount of gel through his hair, slicking it back. You tilt your head on the side unable to place the costume inspiration, he notices your stare,

“It will make sense when El gets here.”

“You’re gonna die when you realise.” Nancy laughs as she moves more chairs around the table and then beckons you upstairs with her. “No baby yet then?”

“Shit, we left him at home.” You deadpan and then laugh,

“Sorry, stupid question huh?”

“It’s okay, but if he doesn’t come soon I am sending him to a bad school.”

A doorbell interrupts you and you see a sliver of orange and white in the gap between Nancy and the door, Nancy is nearly on the floor with giggles and steps aside to allow Dustin in, Dustin who is wearing a gigantic grin, and a traffic cone costume.

“Points for originality.” You manage between laughs. He tries to bow and nearly takes Eddie out with the tip of the cone on his head.

“Shit Henderson, you were right. I’d never have guessed.”

“Thank you, thank you.” Dustin holds out his hand and Eddie places a bill into the hand, shaking his head and laughing.

Eleven arrives alongside Will and Jonathon, and immediately you twig the costume as Mike goes in to hug her,

“Oh my god you guys are Danny and Sandy! That is beyond cute!” Dustin pretends to gag from behind their back but you can see he thinks the costume is cute too. Will and Jonathon have both dressed as wizards, Will’s costume is one that is well loved, you can see from the adjustments made to the costume to fit a growing body. Will immediately attaches himself to Eddie and is asking a million questions a minute about the campaign, and Eddie matches his energy immediately, gesturing with his hands in a manner that is bound to result in someone being accidentally hit.

Robin is next to arrive, with her designated driver dressed in a blue boiler suit and raybans.

“Maverick from Top Gun?” Steve nods, grinning, clearly thrilled with his costume. Robin’s is harder to place, a mustard yellow sweater and pale blue jeans.

“Any clues?” She shakes her head, looking like she might explode at any given minute into raucous laughter,

“She won’t even give me any clues. It’s driving me crazy! Like, I know this sweater from somewhere!”

“Robin!” Dustin hollers from across the room, “Nice Steve costume!”

Robin collapses into laughter as Steve’s jaw drops, not sure whether to be offended or flattered.

“Is this why you were asking me about my hair care routine??”

Erica, Lucas and Max are dropped off by the basement door so that Max can be easily wheeled into the basement, Max is dressed as Freddie Krueger, with Lucas dressed as Nancy Thompson, complete with a beautifully styled wig. Erica has on a cowboy hat, with an apple mark on her cheek, and is wearing pale orange clothes, you have to ask Dustin who immediately twigs and compliments the cleverness of the costume.

“She’s Applejack.”

“Apple who?”

“My Little Pony.”

“Ooh, that is clever.”

You notice the absence of the original Hellfire club, you know Eddie had invited them but it had been a terse call, two had moved away from Hawkins in the aftermath of the “earthquake” and weren’t thrilled about coming back and Gareth had politely declined as he apparently had a date, which Eddie wasn’t entirely sure he believed. You’d done your best not to eavesdrop but the phone was on the wall in the kitchen, and you were trying to make dinner, so it’s not entirely your fault that you’d overheard the conversations. Eddie had insisted it didn’t bother him that they were seemingly avoiding him, but eventually you’d pointed out that it’s okay if it did bother him, and you were always happy to listen if he wanted to talk about it, and that was enough for Eddie, to know he had a supportive partner, and friends who weren’t dodging his calls for a Halloween-themed D&D afternoon/evening.

Eddie starts the session and immediately is met with confused stares at his slurred speech. Eddie sighs heavily and spits out his vampire teeth and tries again to speak, this time everyone understanding.

It’s about an hour in when you stand to pick up the dice Eddie is helpfully gesturing to, you feel a slight cramp in your belly, you brush it off. You’d been dealing with braxton hicks for the last 3 weeks and this did not feel any different to those, so you take a sip of water and grab a handful of pretzels when your turn is over, knowing these usually help to alleviate the symptoms.

Eddie catches Mike gawking at your bump and puts his head in front of his face to intercept the gaze,

“She’s not going to explode, you know. Quit your staring.” Mike averts his gaze but you do catch him glancing a few times, and you’re fairly sure Eddie’s statement was right on the money because the boy is looking at you like he expects an Alien chestburster situation is going to happen any second.

Another hour passes and your snacking hasn’t stopped the discomfort, and as another cramp hits you curse under your breath and kick Eddie’s foot under the table, Eddie’s eyes flick to you and he notices the beads of sweat on your head,

“You okay?” He whispers, you shake your head and gesture for him to lean in closer, the second the phrase,

“I think I’m having contractions.” Leaves your lips he is on his feet,

“Right, someone take a note of where we’re at, we’re gonna head to the hospital and go have us a baby.” Eddie grabs your hand and guides you out of the house without a moment’s hesitation.

Will shuts his eyes and closes Eddie’s notebooks without peeking, before Dustin or Mike think to hop up and have a rummage.

“Eddie, they're going to tell us to go home and wait until my contractions are more frequent.”

“That’s fine, but I want you to get checked out first.” Eddie’s knuckles are white on the steering wheel.

“We don’t even have my hospital bag in the van, we need to go home first. We can call my parents and Wayne too and let them know.” Eddie takes the next turn reluctantly, clearly not happy with the diversion back to your house but knowing you’re making sense.

You’re helped down from the van and as another contraction hits so does a wave of nausea and you proceed to vomit on Eddie’s shoes. Mercifully they’re not his usual white reeboks, they’re black so the staining isn’t visible, because that would probably make you vomit again.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I need new shoes anyway.” He shuffles out of them and dumps them into the trashcan as you head to the front door. You call your parents as Eddie hops up the stairs, taking about 4 at a time by the sound alone. He's coming back down the stairs just as you tell your parents what’s happening, a bag slung over one shoulder and trying to hop into a new shoe.

“You can call Wayne, I desperately need to sit down.” You struggle over to a chair as Eddie dials, phone pressed into his shoulder as he puts the other shoe on.

“Hey Wayne -”

You hear a small pop and feel fluid trickling down your leg, for a split second you wonder if you might have pissed yourself but then it dawns on you.

“SHIT BABY COMING GOTTA GO BYE.” Eddie manages to garble out before he slams the receiver down and all but fireman carries you out of the house.

Without the cushioning of liquid your contractions are suddenly infinitely worse, to the point that when you arrive at the hospital the first thing you say to a member of staff is,

“Drugs. Get me drugs.”

You’re helped into a wheelchair and wheeled into an examination room where a midwife checks you over and confirms you’re in labour, to which you snarkily reply,

“I could have told you that!” Eddie mouths an apology to her and is waved off,

“If you think that’s the worst anyone has said to me mid-labour you are mistaken. Let me take you guys to a room and you can get settled in there.”

Eddie settles you on the bed, making sure you have enough pillows to be comfortable and fussing around until you ask him to just sit down because he’s making you anxious with his pacing. You receive pain relief and are able to relax between exams, and countless members of staff walking in and out to check on you. You have gas and air available to you and of course Eddie asks to try it as soon as you’re on your own.

“Oooh I feel all dizzy.” Eddie laughs as he hands the mouthpiece back to you,

“I’m more enjoying it for the pain relief, but I’m glad you’re having fun.” You stick your tongue out at him.

It’s around 9pm when you first start feeling the urge to push, you alert Eddie and he presses the call button behind your head. Your midwife confirms that you can start to push and Eddie pales for a second but shakes his head, regaining himself and comes to stand by your side taking your hand in his.

It takes two hours of pushing, your whole body wracked with pain and covered in sweat. Eddie tried to distract you from the pain by slipping his fangs in when you weren’t looking and then flashing you a cheesy grin, that did make you laugh until you realised that laughing hurt just as bad as a contraction at the minute. Eddie didn’t have time to remove the fangs before you had to push once more, and this time you were told to hold the push, because the baby's head was so close. You held until you were fairly sure you were about to pass out and then managed one more push.

“Okay heads out! Now let's get these shoulders out and get this guy out!” You could only give a half hearted thumbs up to the midwife as you huffed on the gas and air as though it might hold the secret to getting the baby out with one painless push.

“You got thish.” Eddie rubs your back, “My shtrong girl, you can do it.”

You listen to your body and your midwife’s instructions and eventually, after a lot of pushing, swearing and sweating, you feel a small foot kick your thigh and an almost instant relief of pressure.

The cry comes moments later, a beautiful sound to yours and Eddie’s ears. Your son is placed on your chest and Eddie perches on the bed, putting his arm around you to cradle you gently as you look down at the small person laying on you.

Wayne was absolutely right about the Munson nose, and dark tufts on his slightly bloodied head indicate he’s got Eddie’s hair. The shape of his lips is similar to your own and it makes you smile to see your own features in this perfect being in your arms. Your midwife helps you finish delivery then takes your son away briefly to check him over and clean him up a bit, eventually handing you a bundle of blue blankets surrounding his face.

“11.59pm, he just made the cut for a Halloween birthday.” The midwife jokes,

“Hell yeah he did.” Eddie grins, then practically melts into a puddle when his finger is grabbed so tightly. You rest the back of your head on Eddie’s chest and he rests his chin on the top of your head as you both stare in absolute wonder.

“Can’t believe we made him.” You say quietly,

“Me neither. He’s just so perfect.” You nod at Eddie’s words, stroking the top of your son’s head.

“You should probably call our families, let them know.”

“You sure? They can wait till tomorrow.” You nod reassuring him you are happy for him to step out for a second.

Eddie keeps the door open, and stretches the phone cord to its absolute limit so that he never has to take his eyes off of the two of you while he makes the calls. Your parents cry, but Wayne? Wayne wails down the phone at the news, utterly unintelligible noise.

“Okay… Well, visiting hours are from 9am so you can come meet him if you want.” More loud sobbing, that sounds like an agreement.

After a night of not really sleeping because you don’t want to take your eyes off of your new baby, and also doing your best impression of a human cow, as you described it to Eddie, 9am rolls around and your parents and Wayne, who had carpooled and being sitting in the car in the parking lot since 7.30am don’t wait a second before they’re practically running to meet their first grandchild.

Wayne is allowed first cuddles and then proceeds to make the strange, strangled wailing noise from last night when Eddie whispers the name to him. Your parents busy themselves with checking on you, trying to wait their turn to see their grandson. Wayne passes the baby to your mother who wells up when the soft weight is placed in her arms, your father similarly chokes up, looking between the baby, you, and Eddie.

“He’s a perfect mix of the pair of you.”

Eddie peers over your mother’s shoulder, “Yeah, sorry about the nose kid.” Everyone softly chuckles and your father awkwardly places a hand on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Do we get to know the name then?” Your mother asks, gesturing at a quiet sniffling Wayne, you nod and gesture to Eddie.

“His name is Oscar Wayne Munson.” The loud sobbing from Wayne starts up again and your parents smile,

“Or, Ozzy.” You speak up and your mother glances at you, confused,

“Like Osbourne?” You nod, Eddie’s a little too stunned to speak that your mother knows who Ozzy Osbourne is.

“It actually fits, really well.” Your mother laughs looking down at the baby in her arms, “Little Ozzy.” Eventually she is convinced to pass him to your father for cuddles, and then Oscar is placed back in your arms, where you hold him close to you, inhaling that fresh new baby smell that Eddie was convinced was a myth until he’d sniffed Oscar’s head and declared they needed to make that smell a car air freshener. Your family stay for a while, but they notice you getting tired and politely excuse themselves, leaving you and Eddie to cuddle up with your child.

“Hey, did you ever think, all those times you were glaring at me from across the canteen that we’d get to this point?”

“Eddie, I love you so much. But if anyone had told me back then this was how my ‘86 was going to go I would have personally driven them to Pennhurst myself.”

“‘86 was definitely our year though, right?”

“Absolutely.”

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shsl-fander · 9 months

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Freckles On Your Back- Logince

Pairing: Logan/Roman

Word Count: 890

Summary: Roman's always creatively inspired by all the freckles scattered on Logan's back, so Logan lets him draw on them.

@spacedouterri @autisticlogankin @lavenderfoxboy

Roman blinked, finding himself staring at Logan from the bed as Logan gazed at himself in the mirror. He watched the other fiddle with his shirt buttons and Roman couldn't help but swoon, admiring his boyfriend.

Logan gently slipped off his button up, hanging his tie up on a rack, his eyes flickered toward the bed, where Roman sat, eyes glued to him.

Logan sighed, "Roman, you're staring at me."

Roman scoffed, "I would never do such things, nerd!" he insists, crossing his arms. "Can't a prince just look in the general direction of his gorgeous boyfriend taking his shirt off?" he cooed, leaning forward ever so slightly.

Logan rolled his eyes, snickering softly, "You're impossible," he mumbled, gently folding his button up before placing it down. "I don't understand the point in just staring at my back," he comments.

Roman felt a light smile tug at the corners of his lips, "Because you have a bunch of freckles on your back," he began, pink blush highlighting his cheeks,"And as an artist I can't help but imagine drawing something on them, connecting them. Or making little constellations, little nerd constellations."

He plopped himself up, pouncing off the bed and walking towards Logan before he snaked his arms around his waist. Roman rested his chin on Logan's shoulder, grinning wide. "You've got some on your face too, and chest," he hums, pointing towards the freckles scattered on Logan's nose.

Logan felt his face warm, especially as Roman's arms rested around his waist. His glasses began to fog, and he stammered. "You said you wanted to draw on me?" he repeats,"Why?"

Roman placed a gentle kiss onto Logan's cheek, smiling against his skin,"Like I said before, Specs! I'm an artist!" he declares,"I can't control my creative flow, it just happens! Its magical, and seeing all your freckles makes me want to draw on your back."

Logan bit his tounge, attempting to hold back the beaming smile threatening to peak out. Roman was right of course, Logan didn't understand Roman's creative urges but that didn't mean they weren't extremely endearing, because they were. Logan could learn so much from Roman, given how different he was to him, it was fascinating.

"Would you like to?" Logan offers, "As long as you use a skin safe pen I do not mind endulging in your wants."

Roman's face lit up, eyes glimmering with joy, "Oh my stars seriously?!" he exclaimed eagerly. "Oh my gosh peck Nerd, you're actually the best person EVER!" he yelped, running towards his art supplies in search for a skin safe pen.

"Aha!" Roman chirped, pulling a thin black pen out from it's box. He spun around on the balls of his feet, snickering, "Lay down Specs, I'm not gonna just draw on you while you're standing."

Logan couldn't help but chuckle softly, "My apologise Roman, I didn't know the proper procedure in drawing on my back," he teases. He laid down on his stomach, relaxing his muscles when Roman climbed next to him.

Roman hummed contently, sketching little drawings along Logan's skin before he began to connect each dot together. "Hey Lo this is actually kinda right up your alley," he comments.

Logan quirked his lips, raising an eyebrow, "How so?"he asks as he felt roman place his hand near his shoulder.

"They look like constellations! You love Space!" Roman replies cheerfully with a scoff, "Obviously!Use that brain of yours, geek."

Logan spluttered into laughter, shaking his head. "Darling, am I a geek or a nerd? You need to make a decision," he scolds lightly.

Roman waved him off, "I'll make a decision later! I'm focusing," he says dismissively, scrunching up his nose and biting his lip. Roman gently ran his hands along Logan's back,"You're so pretty Logan," he muttered.

Logan stammered, a flustered expression spread across his face. He spun his head in an attempt to face Roman but in his current position it was nearly impossible. "You can't even see my face right now," he countered.

"You're still beautiful though, Specs," Roman cooes as he continued to run the pen along his freckles. "I love you, I love having you be my muse!"

Logan couldn't help but smile, his lips quickly twitching upwards. "I love you too Roman, and I'll happily be your muse. Though I don't quite understand it," he admits. Logan paused, "May I turn around now?"

Roman hummed,"Mmm yeah I guess, I think I'm done," he supposed, propping himself up to move from on top of Logan, but he felt Logan grab onto his wrist.

"No, stay there," Logan says, flipping himself over so he properly face Roman, putting them into the position where Roman had Logan pinned down underneath him.

Logan leaned forward, gently pressing his lips to Roman's lips, feeling their warm plump give that he loved. He felt himself push down into the sheets beneath them as Roman deepened the kiss, sliding Logan's bottom lip between his own.

Roman softly carded his fingers through his boyfriend's hair, smiling into the kiss. He reluctantly pulled away, his throat burning for air. He burried his face into the crook of Logan's neck, relaxing as Logan's arms winded around him. "You're the best muse I've ever had."

"I highly doubt that, but thank you Dear."

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yelenabemylova · 1 year

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Affliction - Older!Natasha Romanoff x Reader (epiphany au chapter one)

summary: after being shot multiple times in the field, natasha decides it is time to take control of her own life

warnings: blood, injury, inaccurate medical terms i learned from grey's anatomy, slight angst, age gap (nat is 36, r is 20)

"Natasha, please," you sobbed, tears streaming down your face.

"She's in v-fib, charge to 100," a doctor announced.

"Clear!" Bruce shouted as he shocked your wife with defibrillator paddles, everyone taking their hands off of her lifeless body.

Shaking, you cried aloud, "don't you dare die on me, Romanoff." Maria came over to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder, "it's okay, they're gonna save her."

Dr Cho grabbed her phone, "I need another two units of O-neg in trauma room 3 right now."

Bruce shocked her again, sighing in relief when the monitor began to steadily beep again, "sinus tach, we have a rhythm."

"Tasha," you hugged her tightly, being soaked by the blood spilling from her abdomen in multiple places. "Detka, I'm so sorry," she held you close to her, kissing the top of your head over and over again.

"It's okay, you're okay," you told her, but she knew you were reassuring yourself just as much, if not more. "Hey, hey, malysh. Listen to me," her hands trembled as she reached up to hold your face, blood smearing across your cheeks.

You leaned into her touch, your eyes closing as you sniffled lightly. "Everything is going to be fine, I promise. Soon, we'll be back in our bed, eating junk food and watching all of our favourite movies. Stay strong for me, pretty girl," she was soon taken away into an operating theatre, leaving you alone to pace in the waiting room.

Wanda kept you company, lending you a shoulder to cry on and supplying you with an abundance of tissues.

Time felt as though it slowed down while you waited for Natasha's return, your only source of distraction being the various members of the team coming to check on you.

Peter brought a deck of cards, letting you win every game to try to raise your spirits. You caught onto the boy's plan quickly, but didn't mention it.

Yelena pulled a gun from one of her vest pockets when a member of staff told her she couldn't bring her dog, Fanny, in. She sat on the floor with you while you wept and drifted in and out of feel, not even laughing at you once. The pain you were feeling was both understood and shared by the blonde.

A gentle hand shook you awake, dragging you into a room far too bright for your liking. Groggily, you stumbled into a sharp corner, falling to the ground in an exhausted haze.

Quiet laughter echoed throughout the room as a strong pair of arms lifted you off the floor, mumbling something about you being a 'stupid idiot' in Russian.

"Shut up, Lena," you groaned, assessing your surroundings. The source of the prior laugh was laid in a small bed, a thin blanket draped over her. Your eyes began to water, "oh god, Nat."

She beckoned you over to her, shuffling over to one side of the bed so you could squeeze in close to her side. "I thought I lost you," you kissed her cheek. "You can't get rid of me that easily, dorogoya," she tenderly brushed hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

Recovery wasn't easy for Natasha. All she wanted to do was get back out into the field, to which you objected strongly.

Even showering seemed to be an impossible task for her, standing for so long was too painful and she often called you in to help her. Of course, you didn't mind. You would take any excuse to admire her toned muscles, and you swore she purposefully flexed them every time she caught you trying to subtly take a look.

One evening, you found her lying in bed, white as a sheet, shivering intensely. "Nat, what's wrong?" you ran over to her, cradling her face gently. "My stomach hurts and I'm freezing," she croaked weakly.

Taking a look at her wound, your eyes widened at the sight of the infected area surrounding her sutures. "FRIDAY, get Bruce in here, right now," you held your wife's hand shakily. "Of course, Mrs Romanoff, right away," the AI replied.

"I love you," you told her as you waited in the infirmary together, afraid of what was going to happen to her. "Malyshka," she kissed your hand, "I think it's time for me to retire."

Taken aback slightly, you tilted your head, silently asking her to elaborate. "I want to stay safe and healthy for you, moya lyubov. Risking my life every other day isn't fair to you, I want us to have a stable marriage where I get to cherish every moment we share. You're the light of my life, the reason I get up every morning and the only girl I ever want in my life," her voice was strained, and she took many pauses between her words.

"I don't want you to stop doing the job you love just because of me," you told her. "It's for myself as well, I've never been able to experience a normal life. If I wasn't fighting for the red room, I was an agent here and I'm exhausted. After thirty-six years, I think I'm ready to live life the way I want to," the sincerity and pain behind her eyes made you realise that she was right, retirement seemed to be a beneficial option to both of you.

Smiling widely, you held her hand the entire time she was getting assessed by the doctors, excited for the next chapter of your life you would get to spend with her.

She was prescribed some antibiotics and soon enough, Natasha was back on her feet, struggling to find things to do when the days felt so long. The avengers were always arguing loudly, irritating her beyond insanity.

Flicking through a magazine, a large house in a small neighbourhood caught her eye. Over the course of the next few weeks, she bought the house and bought some furniture for it.

Walking into your room in the compound, your shoulders relaxed and your jaw unclenched when you saw Natasha sitting against the headboard of the bed. "Hi, pretty girl," she looked up from her book, putting her bookmark in place before beckoning you closer to her.

"I missed you, Tasha," you straddled her lap, nuzzling your face into her neck. "Are you okay?" she asked you, running her fingers through your slightly knotted hair. "The guys have too much energy," your voice was shaky, it was evident that you were overwhelmed from the interaction you had just shared with them.

Natasha felt slightly guilty, there was a perfect house ready to be lived in by the two of you but she hadn't found the right moment to tell you about it yet.

Staring into her beautiful green eyes, you felt at ease. No one compared to her, nobody in the world even came close. "I have something to show you," she picked you up, your thighs instinctively wrapping around her waist.

She took you down to the garage, helping you sit on the back of her motorcycle before driving across the city. Street lights illuminated the beautiful buildings until Natasha brought you to a slightly less bright area.

"Where are we?" you looked around at the big mansions, in awe of the sheer size of them.

"Home, detka."

#ybml writes #epiphany au #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #x reader #fluff #tw blood #tw injury #mommy natasha #older!nat #avengers #marvel #wanda maximoff #peter parker #yelena belova #bruce banner

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myinternetaddictworld · 2 years

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Smut Alphabet P.P

CW: NSFW content ahead, MINORS DNI, afab reader

Aftercare- what they're like after sex

Peter is so sweet after sex. He always makes sure to clean you up after and always makes sure you're comfortable afterward. He always volunteers to take showers with you because he wants to clean you up himself and maybe squeeze in a shower session or two if you're down.

Body part- (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Peter's favorite body part of his is are his arms. Growing up on the thin side, he never really pictured himself having the muscles he does now. When he's not out on Spiderman business, he sometimes hits the gym and loves the occasional gym selfie (you don't mind him sending them to you while you're at work here and there).

On you, Peter loves just about every bit of you. From your lips to your legs he loves all of you equally...or at least that's what he tells you. Secretly, his favorite thing about you is your hair. He loves the smell of your shampoo and playing in your hair. He especially loves grabbing a handful of it when you guys are in the moment.

Cum- (Anything to do with cum basically…)

Peter will cum just about anywhere you will let him. Your chest, your stomach, your mouth. He especially loves finishing inside you. Although you guys haven't had unprotected sex many times, the few times that you have are cemented in Peter's mind. He loved watching the cum drip out of you as you twitch under his touch. He secretly hopes you will let him go raw more in the future.

Dirty secret- (Pretty self-explanatory--what dirty secrets do they have?)

Peter loves taking photographs of you in the moment. He has tons of them on his camera. He also has a few videos of you on a hard drive that he keeps hidden in the room. He'd never want anyone to see. The videos are just for him (or the two of you) to enjoy. He always pulls them out when you're away on business. He loves to remind himself of what's to come when you get back home.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Before dating you, Peter had Gwen, of course. Being in a long-term relationship meant learning your partner's body and moving in sync with it. Along with a few one-night stands, in college, Peter was fairly experienced but had a relatively low body count compared to yours which neither of you minded.

Peter has learned your body like the back of his own hands. He knows your favorite positions, the right spots to hit, how fast or slow you like it...he knows it all and always aims to please you.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Peter would never admit this to you but he loves seeing you on top. Being Spiderman forces Peter to always be in control of everything so he loves seeing someone else take control, especially in the bedroom. He loves watching the way you grind on him. Watching your tits in his face and the way your face contorts as you feel him inside of you is enough to make him cum just thinking about it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Are you kidding me? This man can't keep a straight face to save his life. Your first time was filled with dumb puns and stupid jokes he cracked every time it got a little too quiet. Despite his goofy mannerisms, when Peter is in control...he is in control. It's actually scary sometimes how fast he can jump from goofball to serious. You don't complain though, you love when he tells you what to do.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Peter is relatively well-groomed. He's not completely bare down there, but he definitely has a good shaving routine.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

Peter is absolutely head over heels for you. No matter if you guys are short on time or if you have all the time in the world, Peter makes every sexual experience you guys share incredibly romantic. From whispering sweet nothings into your ear to covering the entire room in rose petals (which he does for you every anniversary), Peter wants you to know that you mean the world to him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Since the two of you started dating, Peter doesn't quite feel the need to anymore since whenever he's in the mood he can just ask you to help. Sometimes, however, your job requires you to leave the city which Peter hates. Although it's not often, he hates the thought of knowing you're miles and miles away from him. On one occasion, you were gone a complete week and Peter practically melted. He called you every night wishing you would just get home already. By night three, Peter couldn't take it anymore, calling you whining about how he missed you and your body. You decided to entertain his thoughts by giving him a few...instructions. This is when Peter realized he really liked the idea of you watching him masturbate.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Peter is into a few things: Breath play, bondage, roleplay, some aspects of BDSM, and as mentioned above exhibitionism. Since dating you, Peter has stepped out of his comfort zone quite a bit. He loves trying out new things with you and is willing to do anything at least once.

He also has a major praise kink and loves when you tell him how good he's doing. I mean the man goes feral for it.

Peter also loves making you squirt. The first time he did it was also your first time and the man practically cried from excitement. He had never made a girl do that and the lewd noises you made when you did it sent him over the edge.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Peter is not the type to explore things location-wise. Yes, he'd try anything once, but he also prefers doing it in the comfort of your shared apartment. That being said, the two of you once did it in your office and Peter loved it. The office was, of course, empty though. He doesn't like the idea of almost getting caught, for him, it takes him out of the moment. He wants the two of you to be as rough and as loud as you two want.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You motivate him. As simple as it sounds; every moan, every time you say his name, every time you give his hair a gentle tug--it drives the man crazy. His spidey senses come in handy too. They tell him when your close even before you do. He loves knowing that he's getting you off in all the right ways.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

As stated before, Peter is down to always willing to try something once but the one thing he never wants to do is hurt you. Although the both of you like to get a little rough sometimes, he always asks you afterward if he went too hard on you. You always reassure him that he did great which makes him feel good.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Peter is an absolute whore for both giving and receiving oral. When you volunteer to go down on him, he's practically putty in your hands, allowing you to do whatever you want to him.

He is also always willing to go down on you as well. Peter's happy place is in between your legs and he loves to tell you that. He'll give you head for as long as you can last before tapping out. He loves eating you out.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Peter loves to switch it up. Some nights, the man is an absolute animal, fucking you senseless. Some nights, he loves lighting candles and partaking in hours of foreplay just to fuck you slowly and romantically. You love this trait of his.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.

Peter just loves sex with you. He has no preference, to be honest. On nights where he has to patrol and has very little time with you before going out, he makes the most of your short time with each other. He also loves long, sensual, romantic sex. No matter if you guys have 10 minutes or 10 hours with each other, Peter will let you know that you are his and only his.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yes, Peter is game to try anything as long as the two of you have had a talk about it and both consented to trying it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

Being Spiderman has its perks of course. The man can last for hours. He can usually get hard again mere minutes after finishing, which never ceases to amaze you. He's willing to go round after round with you if you'll let him. It's usually you who has to tap out after a long night of fun with him.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

The two of you haven't quite got around to trying toys out on him but he absolutely loves using them on you. He loves using your vibrator on your clit as he pounds in and out of you. From dildos to butt plugs, the man loves watching you squirm as he uses them on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The both of you love to tease, Peter especially. He loves making you beg him to fuck you. Seeing how needy you can be makes him want to stop what he's doing and fuck the shit out of you right then and there.

V = Volume(How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Peter is very vocal in bed. His cute little whines and moans drive you absolutely crazy. You two are not strangers to the occasional noise complaint from your neighbors.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

On your 1st anniversary, you surprised Peter with a new set of lingerie which he absolutely loved. He loved how the lace clung to your skin and he also loved the idea that no one else but him would ever see you this way. His personal favorite part of the night was pulling the garters of the set off you with his bare teeth. Now, Peter will gift you lingerie simply because he loves seeing you dress up for him (just so he can rip it off you later).

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Peter is hung. He's the biggest you've ever taken, sitting at at least 8 inches. He's not shy about it either. He'll never erase the memory of the first time you saw it. Your mouth agape and eyes wide in shock. He knows he's big and loves it. Despite this, he always makes sure to properly stretch you out every time you guys go at it so as to not hurt you (even though he loves fucking you so hard you can't walk the next day).

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

This man is H O R N Y. Peter can get hard by you simply brushing up against his leg. His sex drive is quite high but you don't mind.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Peter loves watching you fall asleep in his arms afterward. He'll always stay up just to watch you. He doesn't usually fall asleep until he can hear those cute little snores of yours coming from his arms. Even when he's super tired, he always makes sure you're taken care of and comfortable.

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Hope you guys liked this small little piece of smut. I'm still pretty new to writing so please feel free to leave feedback or make requests!!

Also, it's like 2 am as I write this so it's probably not proofread to the best of my abilities but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless :)

I will never stop being a whore for this man

#peter parker #tasm!peter imagine #tasm peter x you #peter parker x reader #peter 3 #the amazing spider man #peter parker smut #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter parker smut

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sulky-valkyrie · 2 years

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“you're upset one night, and you don't know where to go, so you end up at your enemy's house, and as they open the door, you stay silent for a second, before saying (with tears in your eyes) ''i don't know where else to go.'' your enemy doesn't say anything. instead they pull you into their arms, giving you a shoulder to cry on.” for fenris and anders :]

Have some Anders angst post Dissent in DA2! for @dadrunkwriting ~~~

He was a monster. He'd almost killed a girl. They had almost killed a girl. And for what? Because she'd called him a demon? He'd certainly been acting it, and it was no less than what others had called him: An abomination, harboring a bloody demon. What, nothing to say for yourself? he thought savagely at his tenant. Justice was quiet, but unease thrummed through Anders' chest, and not just his own.

I lost control. The spirit's thoughts were small and scared.

He slumped down on his cot. We both did. Justice, I'm hurting you every day with how much I hate them. I - we need to manage this anger. Maybe he should go. Fighting for mages to be free when he was an example of every reason people had to fear them was . . . clearly not working out.

We can be better. Justice didn't actually sound convinced, and that uncertainty was more upsetting that almost committing murder in cold blood. Justice was never unsure; he was righteous, burning with conviction so fervently that it made Anders' muscles ache.

"Can we?" he asked out loud. "It's been years, and when I look at a Templar, it's like Rylok all over again and I just, I just want them dead. I want to hurt them, to break them, bleed them, and I'm a fucking healer." He swallowed as he stood back up; it was too stressful to sit still. "I can't - we can't live like this."

You would not dare -

"I'm not going to kill myself," the mage snapped, wiping his face. Maker, he must look like a mess, pacing and sweating and arguing with himself.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. She's not dead. It was close, and we needed Hawke to help us, but we still left her alive. We can learn from this. He needed to stop being so blinded by rage that he forgot who the enemy truly was. Needed to stop letting this poison fester inside him.

Wait. Why did that sound familiar?

Fenris.

Fenris had said that. Or something like it. He hated mages so much, but he still suffered their company far better than Anders could stomach being in the same room as a Templar. How did he manage that? Not just cordiality, but actually working together. It couldn't just be Hawke.

His coat was on and he was practically running through the sewers to the nearest Hightown exit before he even finished consciously deciding to see the ex-slave who’d restrained himself from murdering both him and Merrill for four years. He was the only one who never tried to shy away from the truth of what Anders had become. If anyone could tell him for certain if he was beyond redemption, it would be Fenris. The streets and alleyways blurred together, and far too soon, he was at the dilapidated mansion and knocking. He didn’t have a plan at all, just knew that he hurt, hurt everywhere, and he was hurting other people too and maybe at ex-slave who’d been abused for all but the last few years of his memory could tell him how to stop.

The door opened slowly. Fenris blinked at him in confusion. “Hawke isn’t here,” he said softly.

“I -” he didn’t want Hawke, all they would do is tell him everything would be okay. He wanted truth, ugly brutal truth. His chest was tight and his eyes burned. “I didn’t know where else to go. Hawke won’t -” deep wracking sobs erupted from his throat. The elf ushered him inside quickly, probably just to keep the guards from getting curious, but once his arms were around him, Anders couldn’t seem to let go, and Fenris apparently wasn’t so cruel as to throw a weeping man to the floor.

“Mage, what’s happened?”

Anders swallowed and stood back. “Fenris, am I a monster?”

#da drunk writing circle #dragon age #fanfic writing #anders #fenris #fenders #cw: suicidal ideation #dragon age 2 act 2 #post Dissent quest #prompt fills

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justmanic03 · 4 months

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Amethyst - Chapter Five

"That was incredible! I can't believe you beat me so easily!" Blade marvelled as we both exited the gym.

"Was I quicker than Danny?" I questioned.

"Are you KIDDING ME? I mean, he wasn't slow, but that's almost record time, Y/N! I haven't been taken down at that speed ever since Flossi and Kossi came to challenge me all those years back," Blade patted me on the back, but since he was so strong, he almost knocked me over.

"Oops, sorry, I forget I have muscles sometimes," Blade chuckled, and I smiled along with him. "Anyways, you have more than earned this!"

He reached into the pockets of his tracksuit, and presented me with a shiny trinket that looked exactly like what Danny had been waving in my face earlier.

The grass badge.

"And now, a selfie to commemorate my defeat!" Blade announced, wiping a fake tear from his eyes. He grabbed his Rotom phone. "Strike a pose!" He broke out in a cheesy white grin and a peace sign. Before I realised what was going on, he had snapped a picture of the two of us with the caption "Got rekt by this future champ".

We then proceeded to exchange victorious high-fives, however my celebrations were quickly interrupted when I felt Gladillum's Pokeball begin to quiver. She jumped out of her Pokeball and squealed out, before becoming shrouded in a bright cloud.

"What's happening to her?" I frantically asked Blade.

"She's... she's.... could it be?"

When the cloud disappeared, Gladillum's body was visibly larger. Her green body now sported a dark crimson mosaic-like Sash, and a matching flower crown christened her head. She still had very sharp, pointy ears, yet they seemed to have doubled in length (and sharpness).

Congratulations! Your Gladillum evolved into Gladlily!

"Oh my gosh, she evolved! How adorable!" Blade gushed. I just stood there, stunned that I finally had the opportunity to watch an actual Pokemon evolve!

Gladlily wants to learn Magical Leaf. Forget Quick Attack?

I quickly nodded my head.

Gladlily forgot Quick Attack and it learned Magical Leaf!

"Come on Lily, we've got a Water Gym to challenge!"

She squealed out in delight before jumping back into her Pokeball.

"Good luck! Grass is strong against water, but I guess you already knew that. You'll do just fine!" Blade called as he waved me goodbye.

***

I realised that in order to get to Route 2, I had to make my way past the waterfalls and through a very dark cavern. There were many creepy Pokemon lurking in there, however, I didn't want to climb all the way up a mountain in order to get to Acuada City. And so, I braced myself, bit my lip and stepped from the ledge to the first giant stone. The small series of stepping stones provided a pathway into the cavern that avoided the momentous waterfalls, however, I had to hop and leap between stones to avoid falling in the water. "LOOK OUT!" A voice shrieked.

"Huh?!"

SPLASH!!!

And the next thing I knew, I was submerged in freezing water. I flailed my arms frantically, and grabbed the nearest stone I could find to haul myself back to. I scrambled up onto the ledge, dripping wet and half frozen, only to hear maniacal laughter in my ears. I looked up, and no more than fifty yards away, there was Danny, clutching his stomach, red-faced from his fit of uncontrollable laughter. "Hey Y/N, how's life swimming with the Magikarps?" I immediately growled in anger. "Did you just push me into a freezing cold body of water?!" My angry voice boomed throughout the echoey cavern.

"Well I did tell you to look out, to be fair!" Danny sputtered, still unable to control his laughter. However, I did not find it funny in the slightest. "You little son of a-,"

"And I'm going to stop you right there!" Danny said, as he yanked me over the final pond stone and onto the ledge. "Here, call this a peace offering." He grabbed my hand and placed a shiny, pale blue stone in it. It was an ice stone.

"Where did you get that from?!" I asked.

"I got a bunch of them from Pollux. I got an electric stone, an ice stone, a water stone and a leaf stone. Already gave the water and leaf stones to those two emo nerds we met back in Arrowell. I thought maybe we could have an Eeveelution battle!"

"Oh thank Arceus, I thought you had evolved your Pikachu for a second with your electric stone."

Both Pikachu and Danny's eyes widened in horror.

"I would NEVER! He's too iconic!" Danny petted his Pikachu on the head, reassuring him. (Sorry to all the Raichu fans out there)

"Yeah, I'd have to disown you as a rival if you did that. But then again, I might just do that anyway after that little stunt!" I shoved him.

"Hey! Hey! I said the ice stone was a PEACE OFFERING! It wasn't exactly cheap, you know!"

"Evaaaaa!" Eevee exclaimed as he jumped out of his Pokeball. I placed the ice stone on the ground, and he walked towards it before becoming shrouded in the same mist that Gladlily had when she evolved.

Congratulations! Your Eevee evolved into Glaceon!

Glaceon howled out in delight with that adorable whistle. I smiled instantly. "Okay Danny, you've officially redeemed yourself. He's adorable."

"He sure is! What are you going to name him?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'll stick with Glaceon for now until I get an inspiration."

"Hey, check out my Jolteon!" Danny pulled out Jolteon's Great Ball and she came out. I reached down and scratched her on the ears. She scrunched up her eyes in delight, and nuzzled my hand with her spiky fur.

"She's so cute!"

"Isn't she just? I named her Zana because it sounds... zappy! Plus my favourite type of Pokemon is electric, if that wasn't obvious," Danny laughed.

"Hey, where did Glaceon go?" I suddenly realised he was missing. Danny, Zana and I started looking around before spotting Glaceon trying to play with the stalagmites that stuck up from the cave ground.

"Glaceon! Stay away from those! They're sharp!" I ran over to him and pulled him away, yet he squealed in protest.

"Damn, he loves Stalagmites so much!" Danny laughed as he hurried after me with Zana in tow. "You should name him Stalagus."

Glaceon's ears perked up in delight and he began jumping up and down upon hearing this name.

"I think he likes that name!" I chuckled in amusement. I never knew that certain names could make Pokemon so happy. "That settles it, his name is Stalagus!"

"Hey! Let's battle right now!" Danny suggested. "We need to build up our strength if we're going to get to Acuada Gym to face Veronica!"

"Gotcha! Places now!"

We turned and walked away from each other, before turning back around again. Danny pulled out his first Pokeball, and I responded by pulling out Gladlily's Pokeball.

You are challenged by Pokemon Trainer Danny!

Pokemon trainer Danny sent out Pikachu!

"Go! Gladlily!"

The two had both grown significantly stronger since their last battle. Yet they approached this battle with the same fierce determination in their eyes as their first encounter.

Pikachu used thunder!

Gladlily is paralysed! It may be unable to move!

"Haha! I've been working hard on boosting his speed!" Danny punched the air with his fist, proud of Pikachu's first attack.

I whipped out a paralyse heal, and cured Gladlily of her paralysis.

"Pikachu! Use Double Team!"

Pikachu's evasiveness rose!

"Gladlily! Use magical leaf!" I exclaimed.

Gladlily used magical leaf! Pikachu's HP was halved.

"Haha! That's why I only ever use moves with 100% accuracy!"

Danny scratched his head. "Pikachu! Use Volt Switch!"

The sound of thunder permeated my ears, and the ground beneath me rattled slightly as sparks flew from Pikachu and Gladlily. The move wasn't very effective, causing Danny to wince at the prospect of losing to me yet again.

I decided to repeat Magical Leaf, and Pikachu fainted immediately, with Gladlily still retaining about 70% of her HP. "Thank God grass is a bad conductor!" I grinned mischievously.

Danny sent out Sylveon!

(A/N: Yes I'm a sucker for the Eeveelutions. I don't care if that makes me basic)

I decided to go with the combo Focus Energy then Leaf Blade, yet Danny's Sylveon used Baby Doll Eyes and got the first hit in.

By the time Sylveon took down Gladlily, it had around 50% of its HP left. I then remembered that Fairies are weak against Poison types, so I sent out Skrelp.

By the end of the battle, I was once again victorious and threw my fist up in the air! Stalagus and I danced victoriously, whereas Danny's head sank in defeat. "Truth be told, I feel bad about pushing you off the stepping stone so I went easy on you."

"Haha, some things never change," I chuckled as we shook hands.

"Well, I'm off into the cavern to collect some rock and ground types. See ya, Slowbro," Danny raced into the cavern, and I shook my head.

"I've beaten you twice and you're STILL calling me Slowbro?!" I called after him, only to receive no response. I looked down. Stalagus was eyeing me curiously. I petted his soft furry head, which made him hum in delight. "Come on then, Stalagus. It's getting dark. We should probably make camp for the night."

#pokemon au

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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Birthday to Remember

SUMMARY// After being pulled along to a strip club by your friends on your birthday, you end up leaving with some company.

WARNINGS// smut, oral (f receiving), kinda corruption kink, pussyjob, cursing, mentions of tobacco and alcohol use

AU// Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!Readee

AN// Requests and asks are always open, 18+ ONLY Minors DNI

Masterlist

Moodboard by// @commonintrest Dividers by// @skylightlantern

The last thing you wanted on your birthday was for your friends to drag you to a strip club. You felt awkward and out of place walking amongst the room full of half naked men and drinking customers.

"This just feels weird." You sighed, following your three friends towards the bar that was in the corner. "We'll get one of those private rooms they have here for parties and a beefy man. It will be a birthday to remember, c'mon." One of them grinned.

You pitched in on the drinks and a private room, one of the men walking in right after you. Dark, chin length hair and a sweet smile that nearly distracted from the tight leather shorts that left little to the imagination.

You spent most of the time staring down into your glass, having to silently remind yourself you were suppose be having fun as your friends cheered and giggled as they stuffed bills into the waistband of the man's shorts; whose named you learned was Bucky.

You weren't really paying attention to what he was doing. More to the way the silvery metal of his arm gleamed under the dimmed lights and where metal met flesh at the base of his shoulder.

Wondering how he got it or if he could feel when someone touched it, rather than thinking of the smooth way his body moved.

One of your friends said something to him that you couldn't quite make out. Bucky nodding and looking over at you with a half smile.

"Want the birthday special?" He asked, moving to stand in front of you. Your face warmed at his words and you swallowed thickly, shaking your head. "No, it's fine."

"Oh, come on. Don't be a prude." One of the three girls groaned, poking one of your crossed legs.

Wetting your lips, you glanced up at Bucky who looked at you with welcoming eyes. "Yeah, okay." You nodded.

Your stomach flipped when he took the drink from your hands, handing it to your friend before the cool metal of his left hand nudged at your knee for you to uncross your legs.

Bucky placed his hands on the back of the couch, your shoulders trapped between metal and flesh as he leaned down to talk in your ear. "If you're uncomfortable with anything, just pinch me."

You gave another nod and he smiled, flashing his pearly whites as he leaned his knees against the edge of the plush cushion on either side of yours.

Your heart beat wildly in your chest when he tugged at the laces of the shorts to loosen them before taking your hands in his.

Bucky was eating up every reaction you gave. The way you chewed your bottom lip as he guided your hands along the taut muscles of his chest and abdomen, your fingers feeling every dip in the smooth skin and grazing over the barbells that pierced through his nipples.

He especially liked the way you weren't trying to rush his hands to go under his shorts; letting him be in full control.

Your eyes went wide when he stopped your hands at the waistband of the leather, the sound of your heart beating and blood rushing in your ears almost drowning out the sound of your friends giggling and squealing.

And the sound of the door opening.

"Buck, you've got a set." Another man said from the doorway. "I'm in the middle of a session." Bucky huffed, looking over his shoulder but not moving your hands. "Cap is gonna fill in."

Letting out a heavy sigh, Bucky finally let go of your hands, but his close proximity wasn't letting your body relax just yet as he leaned to peck a kiss to your cheek. "Happy birthday." He chuckled before standing.

A broad blonde took his place, this one letting you sit in peace and stare into you half empty glass.

"I'm gonna head home." You exhaled, glancing at the happy looks on your friend's faces. "Fine, buzz kill." One of them muttered.

Pushing through the crowded club, you pushed the heavy metal door open. Bucky was leaned against the concrete wall of the building not far from the door, now in a pair of sweats and a hoodie as he smoked a cigarette.

"The birthday girl." He grinned, blue eyes meeting yours as you stepped closer. "Want one?" He asked, holding the cigarette out towards you. "Uh, no. Thanks."

"Listen-" he cleared his throat, pushing away from the wall to stand in front of you. "I can find someone to cover for me if you need some company on your walk home." He offered before bringing the cigarette to his lips.

"I'll be fine, I'm not too far." You shrugged, looking to the sidewalk. "You can't walk alone, it's one in the morning." Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. "That's different than walking with a stranger?"

His tongue jutted out across his bottom lip, eyebrows twitching upwards. "Well- I was about five seconds away from putting your hand in my shorts around thirty minutes ago. I think I'm a little better than a stranger." He teased, leaning forward slightly. "Besides, your friends kinda seem like assholes."

He wasn't wrong. They were sometimes pushy, telling you to loosen up a little and dragging you along with them to places where you felt out of place.

"Ok, fine." You exhaled. Bucky cracked a smile and dropped his cigarette, stomping it out under his shoe. "Let me get my stuff, just wait here for a second." He said, brushing his fingers to your forearm.

"Thanks, for walking with me." You said as you unlocked your front door. "This isn't the worst side of town but it's not the best either." Bucky said with a small laugh.

"I forgot to tip you, by the w-" his warm hand stopped yours from digging in your wallet, shaking his head. "Don't worry about it. Just- invite me in for a drink." He shrugged.

You narrowed your eyes at him, cocking your head to the side. "You're not a creep, are you?"

Bucky laughed, his smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. "No, just don't want a pretty girl to spend her birthday alone. Plus, I had someone take over my shift."

"Well, my apartment is dry. So, you're out of luck on that drink." You smiled, opening the door to walk into the small studio apartment. "That's fair."

Bucky was good company as the two of you sat on the couch in your living room, telling you funny stories about his time working at the club and listening intently to anything you said. The lighting in your apartment made his eyes even more blue than you'd noticed earlier and his features look sharper, framed by his dark locks.

Over the last couple of hours he had slowly moved his way closer to you. Close enough that you could smell his woodsy cologne mixed in with the scent of cigarettes, his metal arm resting on the back of the couch as his right hand would occasionally brush against you when he'd talk.

"You're cute, like a bunny." He said with a small laugh, making your face heat up. "Thanks, I guess?" You mumbled, chewing your tongue as he lifted his hand to your cheek.

He hummed in response, leaning closer until his lips brushed yours and your breathing hitched.

You pressed a hand against his chest and leaned away slightly. "I've never..." You trailed off, hoping he'd get the point. "I figured that much. Can go as far as you want, or we don't have to at all."

"How many girls have you said that to?" You silently cursed yourself for saying it as soon as you did, biting down on the inside of your cheek. He just chuckled and brushed his thumb over the tip of your nose. "I'm more of a long term guy. Pretty sure I can count who I've slept with on one hand."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that." You said quietly, pulling at a string on the seam of your jeans. "I know." Bucky said before slotting his lips over yours, the kiss gentle and sweet.

The taste of cigarettes and mint gum flooded your tastebuds when his tongue slipped past your lips to press into yours, the softness of his plump lips contrasting the scratch of his stubble.

Bucky just felt so welcoming, his touches cautious to wait for you to stop him as his hand moved from your cheek. Fingers ghosting down the side of your neck to leave goosebumps in their wake, along the buttons of your blouse and finally stopping to wedge between your thighs.

He pulled away, leaving your breathless as you blinked your eyes open to meet his lust filled blue ones. "Remember to pinch me if anything makes you uncomfortable." He teased, pecking a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Things were moving fast, clothes quickly discarded on the path from the couch to your bed. Bucky's hands and lips only parting from you long enough to rid another clothing item that shielded his skin from yours until all that stood in his way was your underwear and his leather shorts.

You weren't sure if it was the head rush from only knowing Bucky for a few hours after holding out for so long, or the way his darkened eyes looked you over as he bent his body over yours.

"You're so beautiful." He breathed, leaving a brisk kiss to your lips before trailing wet kisses down your neck and chest.

Your hands gripped onto the sheets harder the further down your abdomen he got, trying to keep your breathing even as fingers hooked in the waistband of your underwear.

Bucky looked up at you one last time before dragging the fabric down your legs, tossing them to the side and taking his spot back between your legs.

You propped yourself up on your elbows to watch as he peppered kisses to the inside of your thighs, cold metal and warm flesh gently massaging the outsides of them as his stubble scraped at your skin.

A squeak erupted from your throat when he sunk his teeth into the supple flesh, making you move your leg away from his face to pull the skin from between his teeth.

Bucky chuckled and placed a soothing kiss on the mark. One to remind you that none of this had been a dream.

An excited chill ran down your spine when his hot breath fanned your dripping folds. Bucky giving one last glance before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud, a soft chuckle bubbling in his chest when your body jolted and you drew in a sharp breath.

"So responsive, I could get use to that." He winked, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit.

Bucky basked in every breathy sound and reaction he elicited from you, moaning at the taste he wanted to burn into his memory. In hopes he had another chance at this, the slice of heaven he held in his hands.

The chance to have his own angel to bend and mold into his filthiest dream.

He moved his hand to ease his middle finger into your heat, groaning at the immediate flutter of your walls as your hands fisted the sheet and chest heaved with a soft moan.

"Oh, c'mon. You can be louder than that, bunny." Bucky purred, curling the long, thick finger to find the sweet spot to set off the reaction he wanted. A louder moan pulling from your chest when he found the rough patch just inside your cunt making him smirk. "There it is."

He locked his lips around your clit again, fingers curling into the spot that pulled the vulgar sounds from your sweet lips as he sucked and flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves. An unfamiliar feeling quickly building in your lower belly.

"Bucky-" You keened as white hot pleasure surged through you, your trembling thighs closing on his head as his metal hand moved from your hip to grope at your chest.

His fingers pinched and grazed the pebbled bud before massaging the flesh under his palm as your back arched, your breath catching in your throat and ears ringing.

Bucky lifted his head from between your legs, finger continuing to stroke your walls to work you through your orgasm as he pulled the laces of his shorts loose.

Your skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve alive as you opened your eyes again to Bucky standing at the end of the bed and shoving the shorts down his thick thighs. Erection springing free to give a glance of the two barbells on the underside of his cock. One under the ridge of his swollen head, the other at the base.

Your heart pounded in your ears when he moved back between your legs, stomach flipping from the nerves as his leaking tip ran through your folds and prodded your entrance. "Wait-"

Your hand pressed to the firm muscles of Bucky's stomach made his movements still and eyes flick up to meet your nervous expression. "We can stop if you want. Or we can try something else." He suggested, leaning on his palms to catch your lips in his briefly.

You nodded and let out a shaky breath. "Yeah, something else." You breathed.

A whimper passed your lips when he rocked his hips forward, the barbell sliding over your clit sending shocks of pleasure through you.

Bucky's bottom lip disappeared behind his teeth as let out quiet groans from the feeling of your slick coating his shaft.

"Talk to me, bunny. This okay?" He panted, gaze raking over your naked form that still had the sheet clutched tightly as melodic sounds spilled from your lips.

"Feels good," You panted, words slightly slurred from the dizzy feeling in your head caused by the pressure quickly building again. "So good." He moaned, holding his base to have better guidance through your folds.

You bit your lip into your mouth as tears prickled your eyes from the second wave of warmth that spread, choking out a moan as his pace quickened.

"Fucking shit-" Bucky huffed, his grip on your thigh tightening and release spilling onto your lower abdomen.

You inhaled a few deep breaths, trying to steady your heart beat as he pecked a kiss to your knee before standing from the bed to grab a piece of clothing for clean up.

You pulled the blanket from under you to hold to your chest, waiting for him to get dressed and make an excuse to leave like you'd heard your friends talk about after a hook up.

Instead, he wandered towards the kitchen, finding an empty can as he lit a cigarette, your eyes staying fixed on the way the muscles in his back rippled with his movements.

"C'mere." Bucky said with a soft groan as he got under the blankets with you, sitting the can on the nightstand. "You're staying?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at him.

"If you want me to, yeah." He shrugged, holding his arm out for you to lay on as he placed the cigarette between his teeth and grabbed a pillow to cushion the metal.

You gave a soft yeah and cuddled into his side, the soft whirring of his arm under the pillow helping you slowly drift to sleep.

You felt yourself waking up as the bed dipped under the weight of Bucky moving, deciding not to fully wake up and let him leave in silence.

"Hey," Bucky whispered, moving his body over yours to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder. "Hmm?" You hummed in response, peaking an eye open to look at the slate blue eyes that held adoration in them.

His knuckles brushed down your arm, a sweet kiss placed on your lips as he gave you a soft smile. "I gotta go, but I left my personal number under your alarm clock. Give me a call sometime."

You nodded and smiled lightly at him, another kiss pecked to your lips before he left the bed to gather his things, walking towards the door.

"I'm gonna hold ya to that, bunny."

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mrskurono · 3 years

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title: Monstrous Hospitality || Naga!Makki x fem!Reader

a/n: now I’m not saying Makki brings out the worst in me I’m just saying I’d like to fuck him in every possible way including a monster au.

word count: 3.4K

tags: monsterfucking, dubcon ish (just to be safe), tail fucking, tongue fucking, size kink, cervix fucking, creampie, fingering, oral (fem receiving), mind break(?), breeding kink, unedited

character(s): Takahiro Hanamaki (hq)

heavy nsfw undercut ⇾ ⇾ ⇾

Roiling waves behind you. Creak of broken boards left when you found this cave dipped into the landscape of the beach. You sought shelter as much as you sought another face among the wreckage.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears. Drowning the crashing water outside the cavern. Leaving you to not much else but your frantic thoughts.

That noise itself was trumped by the insistent drip of water from the stone walls encasing you. Each tick of the sea water into numerous puddles around you set your nerves further on edge. Even the breeze from deep in the cave sent chills skittering up and down your spine. On guard you saw something move out of the corner of your eye when there shouldn't have been anyone but you in here. Perhaps your prayers of another survivor had been answered.

Clasping a hand over your mouth to keep all incriminating noises dampened. Every fiber in your body wanted to survive but also not be alone. Breath held and teeth clenched you fixate your gaze off into the murky cavern trying to see if your eyesight was betraying you or not.

"You're awfully far away from the shoreline...."

Your own hand over your mouth instantly gripped too hard on your own cheeks when you spun around to the unannounced voice behind you.

Immediately you gasp at the familiar sight of another human form among the rocks, "You! Are you from the other ship that cra-"

Your celebration cut short. Regretfully, as the man once leaning into a boulder was a fleeting comfort to your frazzled nerves. It was soon stripped from you as everything from the torso up happened to be the only thing familiar to you. Instead when this stranger stood up your words choked in your throat.

Lips curled into a smile that would be considered charming had the rest of this creature not rippled with scales when he descended down to where you were. Panicked and looking around, you took a step back.

This wasn't a human. Face of a human but the very body of a beast.

You couldn't tear your wide eyes from the way the massive rippling muscles of his tail-like lower half moved him to you. A slither closest to a serpent as he came winding down to you. Fixated on you and you alone as no one else could have been mistaken in this cave for an intruder.

At first from across the cave he appeared to be comparable in size. Now though as he loomed over you with a charmed smile on his lips. You felt the stomach knotting dread fill you that this inhuman creature stood nearly three heads taller than you. For as panic stricken you certainly seemed. This cave dweller didn't say anything about your clear terror.

"You're looking for survivors?" A bend in his body. He leaned down so the two of you were eye level. Still though you couldn't bring yourself to look away from his scaly lower half. Hard not to comment on your rudeness he finally straightened back up and crossed his arms over his bare chest when you didn't answer the simple question, "That's awfully rude you know?"

"W-What-?"

"Barge into my home and then staring like I'm what doesn't belong." He moved forward.

You, in an attempt to keep distance between the two of you, did just what your body told you to do. Which was step back. Poorly calculated as your foot slipped on the wet stone underfoot. Before you could brace for the impact of falling. You found something warm and thick curling around your waist.

Ready to scream when you saw his tail wrapped around your waist. You got put to the ground with less roughness than if you'd fallen flat. But still his gesture to set you down knocked the air out of you. Leaving you to accept it as he came to sit next to you. Reclined into the rock. And staring at you. His intent gaze making you not move.

"Were you part of all that ruckus outside my home earlier?" His thin brown brows arched up, "It's quite rude you know."

"I- I didn't-" Mouth full and like your tongue was suddenly made of lead, you couldn't form a real coherent thought. Which only seemed to amuse the scaly creature, "The crash was- I'm so sorry I didn't know this was your home- If you let me I can leave- I was just looking for others and I-"

Dribble out of your mouth really. Cute and amusing. He listened with little intent to hear what you said. Instead his narrow eyes focussed on what was your heart, beating so fast he could see the flutter of your pulse on your neck. Much quicker than the drip of the sea water off the stone walls around you two. He watched your heartbeat give your fear away as the drip around you became louder and louder.

That same tail that had caught you suddenly wasn't as gracious now. He draped his scaly lower half over your lap. Watching you squirm under his heavy tail. Your hands no place to be put but held up by your breast as you attempted to not touch him. Finally his simple smile turned into a crooked grin.

"That was an awfully big crash outside...and in a storm like this," He shook his head with a simple click of his tongue, "Don't think it would be very safe for you to run out back into it."

A gulp. You look down at his winding tail. Watching and feeling as the tip of such a monstrous appendage came curling around your ankle. If you were to run now chances were he'd trip you instantly. Trying to calm yourself with a shaky breath. The thought of calm was dashed when his tail didn't simply just curl around your lower leg. No. Now you felt the ripple of scale covered muscles move up your leg. Encroaching on your thigh but when you looked over at him next to you all the monster had to do was offer a friendly smile at you.

"Weary little traveler...caught in storm and all alone," As his voice dipped lower, so did his tail until the tip strayed against the inner most part of your thigh. Heat from your core felt against the serpentine's tail. He leaned back into his arm right next to you and watched as you tried to avoid eye contact with him at all costs, "...big bad monsters will eat you up if you leave now...best you stay safe, with me."

For as quick as your heartbeat had threatened to pop from your chest. Now it relocated. Much to your disdain. When the tip of the creature's tail brushed up against the crotch of your panties. You'd been so focused on trying to calm yourself that when his tail finally reached its destination the contact caught you off guard with a little gasp.

Against better judgement you tried to get up with such a jolt, "I really should be-"

"What? Going so soon?" Yanked back down. But not where you had been sat beforehand. This time the creature was not subtle in pulling you down on his lap. Even when your breath hitched in your chest it was only for a meager second, "Stay. Have a meal with me even weary traveler....It's not often I get company."

"I should really go out and help I can't-" Your weak willed reasoning fell on deaf ears.

Much like the way his tail invited itself to your body. His broad hands were doing the same thing as he kept you pinned to his lap. Causing you a shudder feeling what could only be described as one fluid ripple of his scale covered muscles moving under you. Like he simply was getting comfortable.

"You haven't even learned my name yet...and I've been such a gracious host letting you stay here," His lips, a stark hot contrast to the cold sea air, made short work of your nerves as he brought them against your ear, "Nor do I know the name of my little guest...won't you tell me your name?"

Lump in your throat hard to swallow. You felt something else uncomfortably hard but it was dashed from your mind with the way his tail rubbed itself unabashedly against your groin. Legs forced to be splayed on his massive muscle riddled lap. And wrists being gently held to your side by his hands. You were stuck.

"....y/n....m-my name, that's it-" You couldn't control the prickling goosebumps finding their way onto your skin with the way his breath tickled your ear. Perhaps if you played his game, then you could leave unscathed.

A grin curled on his lips. He lifted his face away from the crook of your neck but not once let go of your hands. Never mind the way his tail grinded between your legs leaving you with an ever growing fog creeping up on your mind. Your heartbeat no longer thudding in your chest.

"My name might be a little hard for a mere human to pronounce....but," His words stopped just in the same time your breath caught in your chest as the tip of his tail slipped past the fabric of your panties, "...I suppose you can call me Makki."

Clear as day what his name was. It didn't matter though when the tip of his tail slipped past your folds. Soaked as the cavern walls from the teasing, Makki's tail slid inside your cushiony walls with little resistance. Making the beast chuckle deep in his throat.

"My my," Lips finding your neck again and his grip on your wrists loosening in the same breath, "Seems like my hosting has really taken your mind off all this terrible weather and those scary monsters out there."

Nothing short of a croaking moan left your lips. Consumed by the way his tail curled up inside you at angles you weren't even familiar with even from the most skilled lovers. The smooth feeling of his scales only lending to delving deeper in your cunt as your juices coat him. A fullness like none other. Where it should have burned from the stretching sensation was quickly washed over with the way his tail swiped over your velvety walls.

"F-Fuck-" All that could make it past your gasping lips. Head tipped back into his chest and eyes half lidded. You could hardly tell it was a monster if you looked at him like this. Only his charming smile in your field of vision as his tail began moving in you once more.

"Human's feel much different than other naga," Makki grinned down at you. Watching his own tail violate your cunt as he finally let go of your arms. With the way you gripped his sides under you he had no fear of you running away anytime soon. Leaving him to explore more of your human body.

Of course the monster's hands found your breasts. Squishing and tugging at them until he began rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Quite enticed with the way the hard buds looked in his grasp. Forgetting the work of his tail until a new noise came from you.

"Oh?" He chirped pleasantly at the sensation of muscle tightness around his tail, "Did you cum already? I wasn't watching, a shame."

Pulling his tail from your insides. Makki examined the wetness covering his scales. Giving it a sniff before flicking his tongue against the little gift you left him. What he found was more than just a palatable taste. Instead he licked his tail clean before looming over you with his hands gripping your thighs.

"A real meal!" He exclaimed with two fingers being pushed inside you before you gathered yourself or your thoughts, "This tastes much better than anything in this cave."

Still reeling from your previous orgasm. When his fingers pushed inside your cunt there was no way you could recall running away now. Instead you grabbed for something to stabilize yourself with his exuberant fingering. Finding no better handle than reaching back behind you to loop your hands around his broad neck. Beast leaned over with his bare chest pressed into your back. Holding onto him was the best you could do as every fiber in your body tingled with immeasurable pleasure.

Reverberation of his pleasant hum in his chest. Makki didn't thrust his fingers inside you much. Only dipping them down to his knuckles and twisting them around until they were soaked in juices. Just to pull them out and slather his tongue in the fresh taste. The half a dozen times he did it left you panting and thrusting your hips up into him for some kind of relief of the knot growing in your stomach once more.

Frustrated with just small tastes he was getting on his fingers. Makki finally had enough. Instead he pulled his fingers from you. Some sort of a whimper in protest but that was cut short from your end when he lifted you up from his lap. Reminded in a second how small you were in comparison when he lifted you above himself. Mouth full of teeth and wide open sent a fearful thought racing through your mind.

"No wait please- don't eat me I-"

Quickly thrown aside when the row of teeth weren't the intent at all. No when his lips made contact with your cunt it was his tongue that quickly slipped inside you. Squeaking moans leaving past your lips as he held you above himself like it was nothing. Twisting and writhing his slippery tongue inside your cunt. Makki just refused to wait long enough to lick it off his fingers. As a guest it was only within your right to offer him something tasty in return.

"M-Makki! Makki fuck-" Forgetting even the moments before when his tail already stole one orgasm from you. With the way his tongue massaged every inch of your twitching cunt in an attempt to drink you dry meant the beast was leading you right into another orgasm. Legs twitching and fist fulls of of his short cropped brown hair. You couldn't squeeze your thighs together hard enough for him to stop. Instead the hungry beast lapped wildly at your core until suddenly your screams echoed to the back of the cave as you came once again on his tongue of all things.

His tongue only slowed when your grip loosened and your labored breathing became shallow. Makki pulled his tongue from your folds. Licking up what he could from his lips and cheek as he sat you back down on his lap. Unlike before when the smoothness of his belly scales was all that you felt. Something wet prodded the inside of your leg. In a sort of daze when your weak legs spread further apart on his lap you caught a glimpse of something red in contrast to the creamy paleness of his underbelly scales.

"My look how excited you've made me," Makki smiled down at you. Like before his tail was coming up to greet you. But unlike before you found it didn't stop at your legs. This time the broad muscly appendage recurled itself around your waist, "You took my tail so well...lets see how well humans breed."

Lifted once more. This time not higher than it took for him to adjust you on his lap. Your body still on fire even after two orgasms. Craving more and you hand no idea how when you felt as limp as could be. You could only hold onto his chest for your own sake as Makki moved you on his own whim.

The same sliminess. Now closer than just your thigh. Instead it slid up your soaked cunt lips. You gasp the second his cock head brushes against your clit. A sensation reminded after he hadn't touched your sensitive bumble once. The lewd reaction bring on a grin to the monster's lips.

Wordlessly the enormous monster guided you onto his cock. Hotter than anything his tongue or tail could produce. Your insides felt like they were melting as the thick knot like base of his cock finally sunk down in you. The twitch of his inhuman cock against your cervix. Certain his cock was pushed all the way into your stomach at this point. You couldn't help pant and grab at the monster's chest as he let you rest on his massive cock for a second.

"You tasted so good....I see why we eat you," Makki's lips brushing against your parted ones. The pleasant fucked out look on your features were adoring. Much like a little pet. He peppered your face in kisses as his massive body began forcing you to move up and down slowly on his girthy cock.

Mind fuzzier and fuzzier with each orgasm. Now when your legs splayed apart on his lap. Cock lodged deep in you with some oddity to his knotted cock bumping your deepest parts. You felt like you were suddenly loosing your mind. Forgetting all about the ship wreck or looking for other survivors. All you could see was the charmed smile in front of your face as Makki guided you up and down on his cock.

"F-Fuck- I- I can't take it-" Your head droops down. Hardly able to keep yourself up as he does most the work and your body just tightens around him. Each time you were pulled down on his cock and it felt almost like too much. Everything was eased with the way your clit grinded against his scaly underbelly. Sending ripples of pleasures through your body and allowing you to take every inch of his cock in your little human cunt.

"Shh you're doing so well," Praise falling from the monster's lips. His own breathing quickening in pace. Coming deeper and more ragged as he moved you up and down his cock quicker. Thankful you were doing so well because he wasn't sure how careful he could be with such a little thing.

Drool leaking past your lips. All you could see was him in front of you. Forgetting the cave. Forgetting everything before this. Consumed by the feeling of Makki's cock stretching you out. Feeling like it was getting bigger and bigger. You had no idea it was as he began thrusting into you harder. Fucking you with each time he pulled you down into his lap. Adoringly your hands cupped his cheeks. Wildingly bouncing up and down on his cock unable to help it. You were loosing control once more.

"Shh not yet....shhh just- just a little more-" Makki's words law. His thrusts growing ragged and his chest heaving in short breathes. You stared up at him in fucked out bliss as his brows pinched together and he loomed over you. Suddenly he was much less scary in the moments his hips shuddered under you.

An inhuman throb inside you. Not once had you noticed how larged his cock had grown until the monster held you down on his cock and the gush of hot flooded your senses. Just the swelling sensation of his eerily hot cum spurting inside you was too much to deal with. Body trembling your legs try to close but his broad lower half keeps you spread and impaled on his cock.

Makki knotted thrusted deep inside you as your third orgasm washes over you. Twitching and spasming around him so hard that simply the amount of cum filling you overflowed around even the bulb of his cock keeping you connected to him. Finally it was all too much. Robbed of every last ounce of energy. You drooped into him. Feeling the monster's cock pump his cum inside you. No idea how much he'd fill you with. Nor caring.

The familiar sensation of his tail curling around you once again. This time with his hand coming down to stroke your cool cheek in an almost sweet gesture. You couldn't move. And you couldn't be bothered to move atop his enormous body. Makki had simply been right all along. It would have been too dangerous to leave the cave. You had no idea the monsters lurking out in the storm. At least in here, you understood the monsters were friendly.

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starks-hero · 3 years

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I Remember All of Them

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky has a nightmare and it leads to a late night conversation.

Word Count: 2,029

Warnings: angst, mentions of canon-typical violence, mentions of alcohol

You'd woken up to an empty bed. You had turned on your side and lazily run your hand along the mattress, hoping to find a broad chest or metal arm but instead being greeted with an empty space beside you.

Your feet met the cool floorboards as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and stood. You couldn't help but worry as you pulled on one of Bucky's shirts and left the room. You tried rationalising your thoughts despite your tired mind. Maybe he just couldn't sleep and went out on a run, he could have been in the bathroom, there were multiple harmless and simple possibilities. But the fear that it might just be something else, something bad, was enough to stir you from bed and go looking for him.

Your footsteps echoed in the hallway as you made your way to the kitchen and you sighed when you found Bucky sitting on a stool at the counter. Your relief melted away as you took in his appearance. He was hunched over the counter, arms crossed and hair dishevelled with what you recognised as a glass of scotch sitting idle in front of him. A weight set in your chest.

"Bucky," you said timidly and he jumped at your voice. He turned to you with a fearful expression, the metal of his arm whirling and clanking in defence as if he were ready for a fight. But when he realised it was you his tough, soldier facade fell away and he exhaled slowly. He didn't say anything, slumping further down in his chair as you joined him in the darkened room, not bothering to turn on the light.

You gingerly placed your hand against his shoulder and he almost unnoticeably flinched away. Your heart sank.

"Nightmare?" You asked and he nodded silently, hardened glare boring into the marble of the counter. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"Didn't want to scare you," he grumbled.

He didn't say anything else as you took a seat next to him, your hand slipping from his shoulder and resting against his bicep.

"You think when I wake up in the middle of the night and you're not there it's any less scary?"

Bucky sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face. He glanced at you with tired eyes.

"I'm sorry."

He hadn't meant to worry you. When he'd woken up in a cold sweat with a scream dying in his throat and turned to find you sleeping peacefully beside him he felt panic swell in his chest. The nightmare wasn't any different than the rest of them. It felt just as real as the others. But it's what had happened in the dream, what he'd done, that filled him with the overwhelming urge to get away from you. His subconscious couldn't help but torture him further by replacing the image of his victim with you. And replacing their screams with your voice, begging him to stop.

"It's okay, baby." Your voice pulled him back and grounded him. "Why don't you tell me what happened," you coaxed gently and he immediately shook his head.

"Don't want to."

"Bucky-"

"I can't," he said quickly, his voice sharp. He swallowed and shook his head and you noticed the tears building in his eyes. Gently, you slowly ran your hand up his arm and brushed it through his hair. He exhaled frailly.

"Why not?"

It was quiet for a moment as Bucky wrung his hands. His gaze lingered on the intricate workings of the vibranuim for a few seconds more before he closed the prosthetic hand into a loose fist.

"I don't want to lose you," he admitted quietly. His voice was barely above a whisper and he refused to look at you as you listened attentively, comfortingly rubbing his back. He felt his chest grow tighter as everything else fell past his parted lips all at once. "You're all I have. You're the best thing that's happened to me in a really long time and I can't risk losing you. I can't."

Your expression saddened as Bucky hid his face in his hands. You carefully wrapped an arm around him and pulled him into your side and he went willingly, flesh arm wrapping around your neck. You shushed him gently and his aching muscles relaxed against you. Horrifying images from his nightmare flashed to the forefront of his mind but he did his best to dismiss them as he clutched onto you tighter.

"You won't lose me, Bucky. I'm not going anywhere." You pulled back slightly and cupped his face with your free hand, your thumb tracing his cheek. "Your past doesn't scare me. I promised you that I'd stick by you no matter what happens and I meant it. You don't have to hide from me, Buck."

Your hand fell from his cheek and gently rested against his forearm and he did his best to focus on your touch. He took a deep breath as he sat up and cleared his throat.

"When I have them they feel so real it's like I'm reliving it. They're not just nightmares, they're memories. And I remember all of it." He said quietly, eyes not leaving the counter. He felt his stomach tie itself in a knot and an uncomfortable weight setting in on his chest. Yet he willed himself to keep going.

"Tonight it was a mission in Germany, sometime during the eighties. A hydra intel agent had gone rough and they sent me to take care of him. Hydra couldn't afford to have any loose ends so it was my job to tie them all up. I eliminated the target like I was supposed to but-"

He hesitated and inhaled sharply. He was fidgeting anxiously, his fingers tapping relentlessly against the counter. His hand was itching to reach out and take the glass of liquor still sat in front of him. If anything just to feel something other than the pain in his chest. But he with-held the urge. He knew it wouldn't help, but telling you would.

"A young couple saw. Jesus, they were just kids." His voice broke. "But I had my orders. No witnesses. So, I killed them."

Tears pricked his eyes and he found it difficult to hold them at bay. A lump was forming in his throat and he felt moments away from breaking.

"I killed them."

He gritted his teeth as he grappled with himself and the tears began to fall. The nightmare had been among the worst he'd had in months. He'd learned to find a certain peace in some, knowing those he killed were bad, corrupt people who had hurt others. But this time that wasn't the case. They were innocent and young and had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. They could have had a life together. Bucky couldn't help but think how if it had not been for him then they could have been married with children, grandchildren by now. But they weren't. Their lives had been cut short by him.

You stood and pulled him into a gentle embrace as a quiet sob left his lips. Your hand ran through his hair as he rested his head against your stomach. Still seated, his arms encircled your waist.

You let him cry as he held onto you like a lifeline. Only when the tears had stopped and his voice had been reduced to a hoarse whimper did his grip ease ever so slightly. You pulled away and sat back down facing him. His expression was blank as he glanced at his hands, pale cheeks still stained by tears and his eyes red and puffy.

You reached up and gingerly brushed away the tears still clung to his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

"Bucky," you tried timidly but he didn't look at you. "Baby, listen to me."

He sighed and brokenly lifted his head. The vulnerability in his eyes made your heart ache. You kept your tone soft and reassuring.

"What happened wasn't your fault. You didn't have a choice. You're just as much of a victim as they were. Hydra killed those people. Hydra created him, the winter soldier. And he's not you, Bucky. He never was."

With a tired shake of his head, Bucky huffed.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I know you." You answered simply and Bucky's expression softened. "I know the real you. I know you don't like it when people call you James because it makes you feel old. I know that you love reading books and drinking green tea. And I know that even though you say you're not a people person you're really good with kids."

Bucky's brows creased and his lip trembled slightly as he looked to you and hung on to each and every one of your words. You smiled, tenderly tracing his jaw with your hand and he sighed, leaning into your touch.

"You're not a killer, Bucky. Don't blame yourself for something you had no control over. And don't compare yourself to the people who forced you to do it."

Your words hit home and Bucky found himself standing from his seat and pulling you to his chest before his mind could completely catch up with him. He held you tightly, composure threatening to slip away again but this time for a completely different reason. You softly uttered words of comfort as he pressed you to his chest.

"I love you," you said quietly after a moment and you heard, or rather you felt, Bucky chuckle quietly.

"Sometimes I can't help but wonder why."

His hands didn't leave the small of your back as you pulled away just enough to look up at him. Your reassuring smile sent a wave of warmth through him.

"Because you're a better man than you give yourself credit for. And because you're kind-hearted, strong, sweet, brave. I could go on forever. You're a hero, Bucky, and a good man. Whether your mind lets you believe it yet or not."

Sighing with a teary smile, Bucky pulled you closer and pressed a kiss to your temple. You felt the tension slowly melt from his shoulders and tensed muscles. As if a weight had been lifted from his burdened mind.

I love you too." He mumbled against your forehead and you hummed quietly, nuzzling into him. You stood together in shared silence for a few minutes, or maybe more, neither of you were counting. The chill gradually making its way up your spine and nipping at your exposed skin, along with the growing urge to yawn was the only thing that caused you to pull away and break the serenity of the moment. It was still pretty early and a few more hour in bed sounded ideal. You both needed it.

As you pulled away from the warmth of Bucky's embrace your eyes landed on the counter and you heard Bucky quietly sigh beside you.

"I didn't drink any," he explained, motioning to the untouched glass of scotch sitting on the counter top.

You smiled sadly and leaned up to kiss his cheek. He was always so hard on himself. Sometimes he seemed to forget he was only human.

"Don't worry about it, it's okay." You said comfortingly and he let his head fall gently against your shoulder. "Let's get back to bed, hm? We don't have to sleep if you don't want to. You can just rest and we can talk a little more?"

Bucky smiled against you. "I'd like that." A gentle kiss was placed to your shoulder. "Sounds perfect."

You gently caught Bucky's hand as you both left the kitchen and trudged back towards your shared room. The covers and sheets had grown cold as you crawled back into bed but Bucky didn't mind. He didn't mind at all. Certainly not as you lay beside him, his head coming to rest against your shoulder as your hand worked its way through his dishevelled hair. The nightmares were nothing but a thing of the past as he closed his eyes and sighed. He was home, safe and not alone.

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heloisedaphnebrightmore · 3 years

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Open your eyes [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

Title: Open your eyes Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female!Reader Word count: 5.8k Published: 23 May 2021 Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore Notes: My first Bucky fic, so go easy on me :D Warnings: Stabbing, shooting, injury, typical avengers stuff Summary: It’s been over two years since you met Bucky and slowly but steadily you grew closer to each other to the point where you started developing feelings for him. It seemed you were on the right path to maybe establish more than a friendship, but that was until he decided to push you away without an explanation.

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You were running across the metal bridge of the submarine, trying to get to the engine room when you caught sight of a Hydra agent. You could have left him; you could have shot him. Either way you could have just followed the order you have been given and head to the engine room. But it was boring and at times you found recklessness more fun than to just follow orders that didn't satisfy your playful needs. As though you were a cat, you jumped from the bridge lending on the lower level, barely causing any sound that would be out of the ordinary. A proud smile appeared on your face as you sneaked up behind the man and tapped his shoulder. He turned around in a quick movement, gun pointing right at your chest.

"Well, hello pretty boy," you smirked, your tone inviting and flirtatious, causing the man to smile at you as though he lost focus of his mission. "It's a shame that you have to leave so soon," you chuckled, a devilish tone to your voice. His eyes widened as you grabbed his gun, pointed it upwards and stabbed your knife into his flash, a silent scream escaping his lips, before his body landed on the floor.

"Is this really necessary," Bucky appeared on the deck above you, jumping down to your level as he rolled his eyes.

"Is the big Bucky Barnes jealous?" You snickered. You knew he would never admit it, but you were more than just a fellow colleague of some sort.

"No?" He replied, though it was more of a question than a stern statement. "I just don't think all these little games of yours are unnecessary," he added quickly, trying to change the subject as he always did.

"Come on, Barnes, let me have fun," you groaned. "I like to play with my toys," you offered him a mischievous smile as you stepped closer to him, your chest flush against his. You felt his heartbeat quicken, his breathing turning shallow as your lips grazed across his. His light blue eyes usually held kindness behind them, but as a darker shade took over, you could feel his lust surface. "You could be one of them if you didn't play hard to get," you bit on your bottom lip as you jabbed your knife under his arm right into the man's stomach behind him. "I would treat you better though," you chuckled as you stepped back, swiftly pulling your knife out of the man. Bucky looked over his shoulder, his attacker lying across the metal floor. "You're welcome," you winked at him as he shook his head and rolled his eyes, but you didn't miss the tiny smile in the corner of his lips and the barely visible pink tint spreading across his cheeks.

"You know you could do all this without being too dramatic, right?" He asked, heaving a heavy sigh.

"What would be the fun in that?" You laughed, leaving the man behind, and heading towards the engine room.

It took you a couple of bruises and scrapes to get through the heavily protected area, but with Bucky's help you finally found yourself surrounded by the submarine's engines. "We are here, what now?" Holding onto your earpiece, you waited for a reply from someone who understood physics more than you did.

"There are two wheels, one on each engine," you heard Tony's voice and you started looking for the objects, walking around the gigantic metal machines surrounding you. "They look like circles," he added, earning a loud groan from you.

"Just because I don't understand engines, it doesn't mean I'm stupid, old man," you huffed, a silent chuckle leaving Bucky's lungs. "Do you think something's funny?" Your head shot back around; a deadly gaze directed at the man.

"Considering you have walked past the wheels twice already—" he snickered without finishing his sentence as he watched your face turn confused before a sharp exhale left your lungs.

"I hate both of you," you groaned as you stomped back towards one of the wheels, whilst Bucky grabbed the other one. As hard as you tried, yours didn't even move an inch, and whilst Bucky had his vibranium arm, even he was struggling with the jammed object. "You can barely turn it with your god-like powers, how am I supposed to move it?" You huffed as you watched him struggle. "Can't we just blow it up?" You asked somewhat trying to joke around, but partially being serious.

"No!" You heard Rogers' panicked voice. "No smashing, no blowing, nothing that could cause bigger damage," he instructed you in a firm tone.

"Fine!" You huffed. "You are boring," whining, you finally concentrated back on the wheels, but it didn't want to budge.

"Move," Bucky said as he stepped beside you and peeled your hands off the wheel.

"What a gentleman," you snickered, placing a hand on his shoulder. "There are a couple of other things in my room you could help out with," you chuckled as a loud, throaty groan left his lungs. It was a mystery if the sound was caused by your words, the hard work he was putting into moving the wheel or both for that matter. But either way, you loved riling him up.

"We are good," Bucky spoke in his earpiece as the submarine started moving again, causing you to unsteadily stumble back, before Bucky wrapped his arm around your waist and caught you. His gaze fell on you, watching you intensely, almost as though he was studying you. "Why are you doing this?"

"I'm not sure what you mean," you replied with an innocent expression. "As far as I'm concerned you are the one holding me," your gaze turned to his arm, still wrapped around you strongly. As much as you wished to smile, you had to stop your facial muscles from forming a smile and giving you away. He quickly let go of you and heaved a heavy sigh.

"There's always a double meaning to your sentences, always telling me suggestive things, always flirting with me," he exhaled sharply.

"I thought I made myself very obvious," you chuckled, trying to mask how awkward you felt having to say what you felt out loud. "I like you, Barnes," his eyes widened at your words, but he quickly composed himself, as though a part of him already knew it.

"You can't keep thinking about things like this when we are busy trying to just survive missions after missions," his tone was commanding as if he was telling you to stop your feelings at all costs, but his gaze seemed different. It was soft and caring, the complete opposite of his words.

"The world is always in a war, it's inevitable. And even if I tried, I would not be able to just put a stop to my feelings. You know damn well that's not how it works," you scoffed.

"Well, you have to learn then. I'm over 100 years old, I could be your grandfather," he argued, earning a deep frown from you.

"James Buchanan Barnes, are you trying to make up excuses?" You asked as you folded your arms in front of your chest. "Because it sounds like you are trying to convince yourself why you shouldn't have feelings for me."

"I don't have time for this little game of yours," he replied sternly as he started heading back to the control room. You pulled a face, grimacing at the man, sulking in a child-like manner. "Just because I don't see you, it doesn't mean I don't know about the faces you make," he let out a silent chuckle, earning a confused look from you.

"God, you freak me out sometimes," you huffed as you followed in his steps.

"Can you two please stop flirting and get back?" Stark spoke up in your earpiece, earning an annoyed huff from you. Silently, you both headed to the upper deck to meet the rest of the crew, finally getting rid of Hydra on the ship, and stopping them from taking over the submarine.

It took another 5 hours for you to get back to the compound, but when you finally did, you dropped down on the couch in the lounge, exhaling deeply, feeling your body relax on the soft sofa.

"Some space would be nice," Natasha spoke standing beside the couch with a small smile and a questioningly raised brow.

"Just so you see how generous I can be," you smirked proudly and sat up, offering her the other side of the sofa.

"Very much so," she chuckled, but it quickly died down as Tony asked for your attention.

As usual, he talked about the efficiency and effectiveness of the mission and team performance and by the time he finished you were about to take a nap on Natasha's shoulder, drifting into a short slumber. But you couldn't sleep just yet as you felt her shoulder move, silently shaking you awake. You offered her a deadly gaze, before you realised everyone was already gone.

"Oh, we're done?" You asked as you looked around and stretched your back, standing up from the sofa. Natasha nodded in response and ushered you to head to your room, suggesting you didn't look too well which earned a grimace from you.

You attempted to rest and try to finally have a good night sleep, but unfortunately after hours of rolling and groaning you gave in. However you tried, you just couldn't get yourself to sleep and it left you frustrated. You wished to be able to control your mind and forget about certain things whenever you wanted, but unfortunately you couldn't do that, and it always left you with one particular person on your mind.

James Buchanan Barnes.

You were wary of him at the beginning, he was the Winter soldier after all, and you have heard and seen what he was capable of. But the trust Steve put in his friend pushed you to give him a chance too and you never regretted it. When you finally got closer to him and he opened up to you, talking about his past, you couldn't possibly imagine how he could keep himself in one piece. The pain, the trauma, the memories that haunted him scared you, even though you weren't the one living them all over again.

But somewhere along the line, you fell for him. You tried to spend more time with him and at first, he seemed interested, you were there for each other whenever in need, but something has changed. That night played in your head over and over again, hoping to understand what went wrong, but you couldn't find the solution.

You were seated on his bed, leaning against the headboard as he placed his head on your lap. Caressing his hair gently, playing with his long locks always soothed his worries and you hoped he would feel better. Sometimes you weren't sure how to make him feel better, so you did what you always did, listened to him.

"I— I can just hear their screams, the last terrified look in their eyes, the realisation that— that they are about to die," his voice was shaking as he stumbled across his words. You ran your fingers across his hair, removing the escaped locks from his face. "All these memories are coming back, and I just— I just don't know what to do," a heavy sigh left his lungs, as though trying to get rid of all the horrible memories.

"It's not your fault, you are not responsible for it. You weren't in your right mind, Bucky, they were controlling you" you tried to sooth his worries, but it didn't seem to work. He shook his head, another throaty sigh escaping his lips.

"But it was me. Regardless of not being in control of my own mind and body, it was still me," he groaned as sat up, looking into your eyes. Placing a hand on his cheek, you caressed his stubbly face, hoping it would calm him down. He tilted his head into your palm, enjoying the feel of your warm touch, but then he turned away and abruptly stood up.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked as you stood up from the bed and walked up behind him, placing your hands on each of his shoulders, squeezing them reassuringly.

"I think you should leave," he spoke, but his gaze didn't meet yours again. He avoided looking at you and even though you wanted to object, you understood he needed space.

However, that space was standing between you for the past 3 months. You were understanding and supportive, knowing of his past it was inevitable that he needed to think things through, but you were tired of waiting. It's been 2 years since you fell for the man and it didn't help that he was always close to you physically, but never enough to be able to touch him mentally. You knew he wasn't indifferent towards you, there was an invisible connection between the two of you, but he clearly avoided you and paused whatever was going on before he decided to keep his distance. You tried to keep your cool and act as though it didn't affect you, but as time passed, it started to become hard to put on a brave face.

Shaking your head, trying to get rid of your thoughts, you jumped out from your bed. Attempting to cool yourself down, you headed to the kitchen to grab something to drink, your throat feeling as though it was covered in cotton.

"Can't sleep?" Rogers' spoke as he stepped inside the kitchen, watching you take out a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Not really. I'm guessing you are struggling too," you raised a brow, earning a nod from the man.

"I'm glad we can't sleep. I meant to talk to you," he spoke as you took a quick chug of your water, a questioning expression painted across your face.

"What about?" You asked with a deep frown. It wasn't often that Steve and you had anything to talk about unless it was to do with a mission. "If you plan to scold me for my behaviour today, just save it," you added, already prepared for his nagging.

"Actually, it's not about that. It's more of a personal matter," he replied as he took a seat at the dining table, pulling out the chair beside him to offer you a place to sit. You furrowed at the subject matter; personal subjects weren't your thing after all.

"What did I do?" You asked cautiously, earning a silent chuckle from Steve.

"Nothing, I just wanted to talk to you about Bucky," he spoke as your eyes widened in surprise. "I'm not blind, none of us are and your little conversation today didn't go unnoticed," he pointed at his ear. You felt your cheeks warm up as you realised, they have all heard your confession. Scrunching your nose, you awkwardly cleared your throat and whispered an apology. "No, no, don't apologise, please, it's fine. But it made me want to talk to you even more."

"I know you are Bucky's best friend, but I don't think we should have this discussion," you chuckled awkwardly, uncertain of how to react.

"I agree and I don't want to go into details. He is a very good friend of mine and it's not my place to talk about him with you, but I thought it would be important to tell you that since you have been around, he has changed. I know he doesn't show it well, but he cares for you. He just needs time to understand himself and you and the situation you are in," he explained with a soft smile.

"Do you think I don't know? I see how he looks at me, I see how he behaves around me. The little things that he does whenever I'm in need of help. But I can't possibly do anything when your friend makes up the stupidest excuses to suppress his feelings and pushes me away," you shook your head in response.

"Just give him time. He will come around. There's a limit to how long he can lie to himself," he attempted to encourage you.

"Look, I can't possibly understand what he has been through, but I can only hope he gets it together, because I'm running out of options," you pursed your lips in a humorous manner to lighten the mood as you stood up from your chair. "Two years, it's been two years, Cap," you chuckled darkly. "At this point, even a rejection is better than tiptoeing around our situation."

"Yes, I understand," he offered you a consoling smile. "Go, try to take some rest."

"Well, I wish I could," you smiled as you headed towards the exit. "Have a good night, Cap."

Another week passed and there was no progress in your situation. You caught Bucky's eyes on you, but each time your gaze met, he abruptly turned away. It felt as though you had tried everything to get close to him once again, but the man was stubborn and you were out of ideas. You were on the verge of giving up. Wanting to talk to him, you headed towards his room to tell him that you were done, and you understood that you were probably seeing things and maybe misinterpreting your situation, but before you could have reached his room, Stark stopped you.

"I need you," he said, grabbing your arm and fairly forcefully dragged you across the compound.

"You know, I could just follow you, right?" You asked with a deep frown as he finally let go of your arm and you continued in his steps, heading to the lounge.

As you arrived, Nat and Steve were already seated on a couch, whilst Barton sat at the table, waiting for Tony and you. Before you could even take a seat, Stark has already started explaining your mission against another Hydra hideout. According to his resources and F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s intel, it seemed it was only a small warehouse where they exchanged weapons and since the mission was a rather small one, not all Avengers were needed.

Within an hour you have already discussed the tactics and you were on your way to the warehouse not far from Texas. Taking an old S.H.I.E.L.D. jet that Tony tweaked up, you have arrived at the abandoned area within a couple of hours. Steve and Nat went straight for the entrance, whilst you and Barton used the backdoor, closing off any escape route according to F.R.I.D.A.Y.

But as you stepped inside the building, it became clear that the tactic you have discussed and the blueprint F.R.I.D.A.Y. showed has not been updated. "Is it just us or have you found yourself in a completely different part of the building too?" You asked Steve and Natasha through the earpiece as you looked around, realising nothing was even remotely similar to your expectations.

"Same here," Natasha replied with a heavy tone.

"Oh well, we like a good improvisation," you chuckled silently. "Let's get the party started."

"Stay aware," Rogers warned you, knowing how reckless you were at times.

"Pfft, yes boss," you replied with a grin and even though you couldn't see it, he shook his head.

Barton and you separated, each of you inspecting a different area of the building with all kinds of metal boxes hiding thousands of weapons in them. As you headed towards the back of the building, you heard gunshots from not far away and you started running in the direction of the noise.

"Which one of you was that?" You asked, but for a second no reply came.

"It was me, but it's all good now. Easy targets," Barton replied in a smug tone.

"Don't get cocky," Steve replied as you headed back in your direction.

"Yeah, yeah," he chuckled silently. You shook your head at the conversation, their bickering always making your mood a little lighter, a little happier.

As you continued to a segregated area, you heard the rumbling sound of a machine. Walking through the room, you held your gun up, ready to fire, but there wasn't a soul around, only a dozen desks. Arriving next to the computer on top of a desk connected to a large, old looking machine, you touched the seat in front of it, it's leather still radiating heat. It was enough information for you to know that someone was close by.

You didn't need more time to find out you weren't alone as the sound of a gunshot shook the room, the bullet grazing your face. You immediately ducked and jumped behind another desk as your opponents started shouting at you vigorously. Beside the table you peaked out to look at the size of your enemy as you caught 3 men, each hiding behind a table just like you did. Adjusting the gun in your hand, you turned it toward your first target, shooting him on the chest as he fell back with a loud scream.

Your next target was farther, but it didn't stop you from shooting him on the shoulder and his stomach. However, the third man was relentlessly shooting at you and all around the room not even trying to spare his bullets, so you hid back behind the table.

"Maniac," you whispered.

"Are you alright?" You heard Natasha's voice through your ear.

"Yep, I just have a mental-case on my hand," you replied as you started shooting back, hitting him right across the chest as he fell back, gasping for air. When everything turned silent, you could only hear the rumbling of the machines again. Standing up from behind the table you headed to the 3 men, gun in hand, ready to shoot if any of them were alive, but they were laying on the floor, limbs spread out in all kinds of directions, no sign of survival. You didn't think twice before you headed back to the computer and took out a USB stick to copy the files. However, as you waited for the process to finish, you heard a loud groan. Turning around in a swift movement you saw one of the men raising his gun at you, so you shot. But before your bullet could reach him, he fired his weapon, burning a whole straight in your abdomen, the pain forcing you on your knees as a silent cry left your lungs.

"Fuck," you swore as you held onto the side of the desk to assist you in standing up, whilst your other hand was trying to apply pressure on the wound, stopping you from bleeding out.

"That didn't sound good," you heard Steve's voice.

"No way, captain obvious," you groaned as you pulled out the USB stick, shoving it into your pocket and grabbed your gun, throwing its strap over your shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He asked, ignoring your previous comment.

"Been worse," you replied, attempting to hide the pain in your voice.

Trying to balance yourself against the wall, you headed towards the exit, but each step seemed heavier, more difficult to take. Another room and another room followed, and it felt as though the exit was running away from you. Stopping in one of the rooms, you slid down on the wall and took a seat on the floor, feeling like you didn't have energy anymore, not even to take another step further.

The pain was unbearable, worse than any other injuries you've ever experienced before. You've been shot before, but it was always somewhat numbing when you sat down to take a breather, but as you stayed still leaning against the wall, the pain just increased. Closing your eyes, you tried to think of happy thoughts. The first time you met the Avengers, feeling as though you found a new family, the first time you met Bucky, his child-like smile painted across his face as he introduced himself, though you've heard of him already. There were many happy thoughts running through your head as you slipped in and out of consciousness. You could hear someone's voice, but you weren't sure if it was through your earpiece or if someone was beside you, but it didn't matter anymore. It was tiresome to stay awake, so regardless of the voices telling you to open your eyes, you shifted into a deep slumber.

"You know, I wouldn't mind if you woke up already," you heard a voice, but you couldn't identify it nor could you see the person. It remained dark and somewhat scary where you were. It wasn't often that you felt terrified, but all your efforts to open your eyes seemed fruitless. The steady beeping of a machine beside you and the voice you heard seemed familiar, a cold feeling around your hand sending shivers through your body. You could hear your own groan, but it felt as though the voice didn't belong to you.

"You're safe! Come on, open those beautiful eyes," the voice tried to encourage you. "You can do it, I know you can. Just open them."

Another loud groan left your lungs as you fought hard against the darkness, before your eyes fluttered open, the bright lights above you burning your vision. As if your visitor could sense your discomfort, they dimmed the light as you felt the cold sensation disappear from your hand.

"Do me a favour and open those pretty eyes, okay?" He pleaded with you, his voice sounding familiar, his tone holding a great deal of worry. It took you a good few moments to adjust your vision to your surroundings, before you could force yourself to look around. Without a second glance you recognised the hospital wing of the compound, before your gaze fell on Bucky's scruffy face, clearly avoiding his razors lately.

"Hey," you wanted to greet him, but your voice was barely a whisper, your throat burning from the dry sensation.

"Wait, here," he stood up to offer you a glass of water and he gave you the end of the straw. Chucking it down, trying to regain moisture in your throat, you almost choked on the liquid. "Careful," he warned you as he took the glass from you. Luckily coughing up the liquid seemed to do the trick and within seconds you felt better.

"Thank you," you tried to smile, but it quickly disappeared as you attempted to sit up and a horrible pain shot through your stomach, making you cry out in pain. Bucky placed an arm behind your back and helped you into a seated position, watching as you squeezed your teeth tight, not to let out a sound. He shook his head disapprovingly and that's when you realised the dark circles under his eyes, the deep frown between his brows as if they were permanently stuck there and his lips chapped from dehydration. "You look awful," you snickered, but the pain in your stomach quickly put an end to it.

"Not worse than you," he replied with a soft smile, the wrinkles between his brows started to slowly flatten.

"That I believe," you nodded, feeling as bad as you possibly looked. "How did I end up here? Last time I checked I was in the warehouse," you asked with a humorous tone, but Bucky's face quickly turned concerned.

"It's not funny. They found you unconscious and they brought you back. You've been out for days. You were covered in blood, in and out of consciousness. How could you be so reckless to get shot?" He scolded you and for once you felt guilty.

"I know, I could have jeopardised the mission," you added with a heavy sigh.

"What?" He asked with a stunned expression, furrowing at your words. "Who cares about the mission? You could have gotten yourself killed," he raised his voice, filled with concern and anger. You've never seen so many emotions from him nor has he ever raised his voice with you.

"I'm sorry," you apologised, another rush of guilt taking over you as you let your head fall forward. It wasn't your intention to get shot after all, it just happened, because once again you were reckless and didn't pay attention to the details.

"I'm just glad you are okay," he added as he sat down beside you.

"Oh, were you worried about me?" You chuckled, trying to lift his tense mood.

"Yes, I was," he stated firmly, concern clearly painted across his face.

"Is it a friendly worry," you asked with a mischievous smile, "or it's an 'I almost lost the love of my life' worry?" You snickered playfully.

"It's an 'I'm going to murder you next time if you try something like this' kind of worry," he huffed, earning a heartfelt laughter from you, but it quickly disappeared as the pain shot through your stomach, as though someone stabbed you. "Stop playing around, can't you just be serious once?" He groaned, your recklessness playing with his nerves.

"You made me laugh, so don't nag me," you pulled a face, an annoyed grimace which earned a disapproving look from the man as he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms in front of his chest. "If I knew I needed to get myself almost killed to get your attention, I would have done it earlier," you replied with a humorous tone, but with a straight face, trying to lift the mood once again. Of course, you knew it could have gotten you killed, and you were glad that you were alive and fairly well, but it was easier to joke around than to stay serious.

Bucky shot up from his chair and started walking up and down in front of your bed. "You know it could have ended worse, right?" He asked with a stern look and you nodded in response, this time stopping yourself from trying to joke around. "You could have died," you weren't sure where he was going with it, but from the grave and solemn emotions across his face, you knew he was very serious. "What if you died, huh? You wouldn't be joking around now; you would be six feet under the ground. Would that be funny?" He asked, almost as though he was demanding an answer.

"No, it wouldn't, and I don't want to die obviously. I just didn't want to see you so worried so I thought it would be better if I joked around and you would be less— I don't even know, tense I guess," you huffed as you played with your fingers in your lap nervously. Bucky heaved a heavy sigh as he sat down in the chair beside you and placed his elbows on the edge of your bed, watching you intently. He lifted your hand and leaned his forehead against your knuckles as he closed his eyes, a comforting silence falling between the two of you. "I'm sorry," you apologised again, this time sincerely. You never wanted to make him so worried, let alone see him this concerned. He shook his head, but he didn't open his eyes.

"I was worried because you were dying, but that wasn't the only reason," a heavy sigh left his lungs as he lifted his head and kissed your knuckles, his words leaving you in confusion. His gaze fell on you, watching and studying you as though he was trying to read you. "I was worried because I thought I would lose you before I could have even told you how I felt. I was worried because all this time I have been pushing you away instead of giving us a chance and I thought I would never be able to tell you this. I honestly thought I was about to lose you and it was eating me up from the inside," you took your hand from his and placed it on his cheek, caressing his stubble as he placed his hand on yours, leaning into your touch. "When I heard your voice and watched you fighting to wake up, it felt like I got a second chance with you."

"And what about all your excuses? You are older, you are broken, your mind is not there. What about all of those excuses?" You raised a questioning brow, but you couldn't hide the tiny smile in the corner of your lips.

"I still think I'm older than you," he replied with a wider grin this time.

"And here we go, James Barnes is back with excuses," you huffed shaking your head as you rolled your eyes.

"I will always think like that, but it doesn't mean I love you any less," your eyes grew wide at his sudden confession, a shocked expression taking over your facial muscles.

"Lo— love me?" You asked, stumbling through your words, feeling like you were dreaming, like you were in an alternate universe, an unfamiliar scenario playing.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, a soft smile spreading across face. "Yes, I do love you."

His words once again shocked you, but as he repeated them, they started to feel more real. "Does— does that mean that– that you would like to give us a chance?" You stuttered, your own confidence betraying you.

"I would like nothing more," he smiled softly as he squeezed your hand. You watched his blue eyes, trying to understand if it was indeed reality or if you were in some sort of dream, but the genuine, loving expression across his face, his eyes holding your gaze endearingly gave you all the answers you needed.

"It took you long enough to open your eyes," you scolded him, but you couldn't mask your happiness. "So, how is it going to be? Do I have to wait for the first kiss until our first date? Sorry, I only dated people my age," you snickered playfully. He shook his head with a wide grin across his face as he stood up and leaned closer to you, hinting a small kiss on your forehead.

"There's your kiss," he chuckled as you pouted, his actions making you feel soft as though you were more than just an agent, but a woman once again.

"What about on the lips?" You asked with an awkward smile.

"You really are impatient," he replied with a scolding tone, but a cheeky smile in the corner of his lips and he did as you wished and connected his lips with yours, kissing you softly, filled with love and care. As he pulled away, he sat back in his seat, both of you beaming happily. A warm sensation rushed through your body when he held onto your hand again, leaning his face against your knuckles, his happy, worriless smile making you mirror his expression. In that moment, you were just plain happy and no one could take that away from you.

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greypoth0ts · 3 years

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it was a pretty long day

T/W: MENTIONS OF PANIC/ANXIETY ATTACK/VOMITTING

Characters: Ushijima(who else) hehe

Note: Yes I am projecting again - these days I just want to dance to LANY with the person I love. :')

It was a pretty long day - you're so worn out from work.

Work was tough, your line of work has always been tough. Not only do you nurture kids, you nurture kids with special needs. On top of teaching, you deal with emotions, tantrums & melt downs. Good days are good. Bad days.. they'll take a toll on you.

Today was tougher on a different level. Chaos in the class. Kids screaming their head off, dealing with meltdown and toileting. Refusing to cooperate, didn't want to do their work. By 3pm you were already flat out exhausted. You just really wanted to call it a day.

You know that days like these are normal. Sometimes you take it in your stride. Sometimes you just let it weigh you down. Today.. today you finished work with anxiety and it almost went onto a full blown panic attack.

"goodbye! see you tomorrow!" you said to your colleagues. Getting out of work on time. Today was just too much to put up with.

Stepping out of school gates, you felt faint. Sick to your stomach even. You tried your best not to throw up. You kept walking until you reached your train station.

"I am leaving workplace now, going to reach home in 30 mins babe." you texted Ushy. It was a Tuesday. So Ushy does not have practice on Tuesdays. He's home, waiting for you to have dinner with him.

"ok babe, waiting for you. I made some steak. Safe journey home. :)" - Ushy replied your text almost immediately.

"I'm not feeling too good, I think work was too much today. I feel like I'm going to throw up" - you replied to Ushy.

You haven't had a panic attack in awhile now. It's been years. You've kept it controlled all these years and also, Ushy played a big part in keeping it controlled. He recognises the signs and immediately helps you to snap out of it when he sees it. He tries to never let you slip into it.

You try to hold it together, your stomach in knots. You really want to throw up but you don't want to be judged. You try to find one thing to focus on. But you just can't keep your focus. You keep walking, walking and walking. It's like even though your body wants to just sprawl on public floor, your muscle memory just kept bringing you through to the train station.

Ushy kept calling. But you left your phone on silent. You were too focused on trying to suppress the attack anyway. There was no way you would be able to string your words even if you picked up the phone.

Ushy at home - worried sick. He's seen you spiral before, it's not a pretty sight. It's a sight that he hates because he is so helpless. He hates seeing you in pain, even if you get a paper cut, he makes a big hoo ha about the small wound. Thats what you love about him. He cares, and he cares so deeply. Hence he made it a point to himself to learn your first signs of panic and stop it just in time before you spiral.

He's considering to come find you and meet you half way. He would've hated if anything happened to you. But he kept his cool. He knew that the best bet is to stay home, to wait for you. He kept pacing up and down the house, he kept calling you. He is imagining the worst scenarios in his head and was on the verge of tears. But Ushijima never gives up, he just kept calling in hopes that you will pick up soon.

You survived the walk to the train station in a piece. Now the peak hour crowed made it worst. Whatever you want to let out is already at the tip. You stopped in your tracks.

Closed your eyes, took a deep breath..... steadied yourself.. and entered the train.

"keep it together, keep it together, am not going to puke in the train" - you thought to yourself repeatedly in the train.

You clench your fist so hard they leave a mark. You were bursting in cold sweat. You tried to keep your focus but you couldn't.

As soon as you turn into your house - you see Ushy at the door, walking towards your direction. Even before you could greet him, you threw up all over the floor. And as he inches closer - you reached out your hand to him, in a way to stop him from coming closer because the vomit will get all over him.

But Ushy didn't give a shit. The person he loved the most was suffering, he wanted to be there to hold you no matter the circumstances.

And you did exactly what you didn't want to - you threw up on Ushy.

"it's okay love, I'm here now. I'm so sorry I wasn't there. Take all the time you need to puke, once you're done, we'll get you cleaned up." - Ushijima reassured you, with his hands on your back, patting you, hoping you feel better.

You couldn't even bring yourself to say sorry. You didn't even get a chance to. You're bent over, puking your guts out. Ushy could only pat your back and look on helplessly.

Once you're done, he took your bag, swung it on his back and princess carried you into the house. You felt better after puking your guts out but you were still in a daze.

He removed his shirt(cos you puked on him), revealing his perfectly chiseled abs. Ah, what a sight.

He then placed you gently on the sofa, went to the kitchen to take some anti nausea meds along with warm water in a flask. Bringing along some warm towels at the same time and cleaned you up.

"I'm sorry Ushy - you must be hungry and tired. But I've burdened you." - you trembled as you said this. Tears rolling down your cheeks.

You felt bad. On the day that Ushy could rest, he had to take care of you.

Gently, Ushy wiped away your tears and held you close to his chest.

"that's what I vowed to do for you - when I married you. was it not clear in my wedding vows? maybe I should rewrite to make it clearer for you." - his voice low, almost with no emotions.

You cackled. But Ushy was serious about this though. He does not understand why you're upset when you are not the issue. However, he fully understood that you had no control over your panic attacks and when he asked for your hand in marriage, he has vowed fiercely to love you and take care of you, whatever comes.

You couldn't help but feel like you're the luckiest girl to be loved by the Ushijima Wakatoshi. The ace of Japan, where he has all the girls swooning over him but he only has eyes for you. And here you are, lying on his chest. Sharing a home with him, and what a privilege it is to be loved by him.

"I am sorry - I will do better next time. I wasn't there to stop your panic attack this time round, but I will do my best.. to never let it happen again." - this took you by surprise. Why is he blaming himself over something the both of you have no control over?

You gently placed your hands on his face, thumbs circling his cheeks. "this was not your fault at all, please don't apologise. You've done so much for me. And I haven't had an attack in awhile now. Do you know why? It's all thanks to you. You always manage to detect it before I spiral. I can function almost at 90% because of you, Ushijima. Please don't ever think that you're not doing enough." - you assured him.

He nodded and kissed your forehead.

"you know what will make it all better?" - you asked Ushy.

He raised an eyebrow - "what is it, y/n? tell me and I will get it done."

"Put on my favourite album from LANY, let's dim the lights and slow dance.. it'll make me feel 100% better in no time."

"consider it done" - Ushy replied firmly.

youtube

He wasted no time in getting it done. Ushy dimmed the lights, lighted up your favourite scent of candle & put the music on.

"may I?" as he extended his arms.

"I would love to." you held onto his arms, standing up.

He held you close, your head on his chest. Feeling safe, secure and loved.

Enjoying this special moment that you both share. A love so deep.. the ocean is jealous.

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feliix · 3 years

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lilac skies ↠ kim seungmin

↠ seungmin x female reader

↠ genre: smut, pwp, a pinch of fluff

↠ rating: m(18+)↠ word count: 1.8k

↠ warnings: dom/sub themes (dom!seungmin, sub!reader), semi-public sex, explicit sex, praise, creampie, fingering, teasing, dirty talk, teasing, size kink, not a ton of foreplay, tiny bit of aftercare

↠ requested by anon ♡ tagging @jinned because shes my biggest support and I love her

Hot steam wafts off of the food on your plate and into the air. The scalding temperature of the food doesn’t stop you from digging in. Patience is a virtue, though it's not one that you’ve learned.

Right on impact, the hot noodles burned your mouth. Your immediate reaction is to suck air in through your teeth, attempting to cool down the temperature and relieve some of the pain from your burning tongue. An agitated groan leaves your mouth as you find the strength to chew and swallow your food – wincing from the burning feeling that is destroying your tastebuds.

Seungmin glances in your direction, his eyes full of concern as his eyebrows quickly raise. By instinct, he grabs the water placed beside you and hands you the glass. Graciously, you take it from his hand, chugging the ice-cold liquid to soothe the blistering sensation garnering your mouth.

“Ow,” is the only word that you can muster out as you finish swishing the water around your mouth, momentarily easing the pain. With a deep sigh, Seungmin raises from his seat, walking around the table to stand over you.

“Let me see,” he says, hand reaching for your chin to lift your head in his direction. As you tilt your head back you stick out your tongue for his viewing, the light chill of the air slightly easing the pain. He analyzes it closely, eyes narrowing in concentration as he looks at the affected area.

The sun shines onto your back patio as it sets, swirls of pinks and lilac fill the sky in a cascade of colors. Though the way the sun beams down on you makes you close your eyes. Once again you’ve made the mistake of forgetting to put on sunglasses. You’re busy internally soldering yourself for the damage the sun is probably doing to your vision until you’re bursting at the seams. All it takes is Seungmin’s hot breath fanning over your face, his body inching closer and closer. Butterflies erupt in your tummy, your core beginning to ache the deeper into his trance you fall. How could you help yourself?

He touches you with such care, but you’ve underestimated how sweet his intentions actually are. Or maybe they are just as pure, and the soft yet savory kiss that he leaves on your tongue is meant to be a sign of care. It could have been nothing more than just a nice gesture, but the arousal beginning to pool in your panties says otherwise.

You suck in a short gust of air as his plump lips meet your tongue once more, and this time you’re sure Seungmin has ulterior motives. Snapping your head back into place, you meet his lust-filled gaze. Your eyes grow wide as you watch his tongue swipe across his bottom lip enticingly. All the while he’s taking in every inch of your body, looking you up and down with such haste. His eyes scouring your figure lights a fire inside you, and soon you feel your stomach flip at the thought of him taking you right here.

In an instant you are hooking your hands around the back of his neck, pulling his face in closer to yours. When your lips meet his you feel a rush of relief, the heat traveling through your veins and to your core awakening as his hands begin roaming your body. His fingers trace the hem of your top before lifting it swiftly, only breaking your heated kiss for a moment to remove the garment. The light breeze brushes against your now bare stomach, small goosebumps rising to the surface as you connect your lips with his once more.

“Here?” You ask in a whisper, your foreheads pressed together as your gaze turns downward to his crotch. Just as you suspected – you could see the outline of his member pressing up against his pants. “Here,” he confirms, grabbing a hold of the waistband of your pants and ripping them off your body.

“Flip over,” he says, his hand meeting the small of your back and guiding you to stand up. Hands placed down on the chair you were just sitting in, you bend at the waist, ass pointed in his direction as he fumbles with the buckle of his jeans.

Your heart races as he fiddles with his clothing, with your nude figure perched so perfectly as you patiently wait for him. Desire runs high as the arousal pooling from your core begins to soak your thighs, the cold air making you flinch as it brushes against the damp area.

“Please just touch me already,” you whine, growing annoyed with the ache between your thighs and Seungmin’s lackadaisical nature.

“Patience, love.” Seungmin’s warm hand is just inches away, slowly beginning to graze his fingertips down your bare back before tracing over the skin of your ass. He leaves a gentle squeeze to the area, quickly picking up his hand to leave a playful spank on one cheek. A throaty moan escapes your mouth on impact, earning a satisfied chuckle from the man behind you. Finally, his hand is parting between your legs, brushing its way up one thigh as he makes his way to your entrance. The last thing on your mind is the lingering burning sensation on your tongue.

“So wet for me already,” you shiver at his words as his fingers circle your entrance. You can't help but notice his erect member that's rubbing against your ass as the pads of his fingers smeared the wetness along your slit. The thought of Seungmin’s cock filling you up weighs heavy on your mind, and as his digit presses against your clit you instinctively wince. You’ve become so sensitive to his touch each of his ministrations can control your body. A high-pitched moan leaves your throat as he begins rolling your clit between his fingers, pinching it lightly, making you keen over in pleasure.

Seungmin’s fingers trace down your slit until they meet your entrance once more. Swiftly, his fingers dip into the arousal pooling from your core. The slow movement of just one finger plunging into your depths takes your breath away in an instant, arousal drenching his fingertips as your blood runs hot. It’s getting more and more difficult for your legs to support you and your arms are wobbly and unstable. “Need to come,” you say between breaths, hoping your statement will grant you access to release.

“Not yet,” he opposes with an arm wrapping around your stomach to stabilize you. as he hovered over your shaking body. With this new position, you could feel his tip poking against your entrance, teasing you. And with that was the tip of the iceberg. Clamping your thighs together, Seungmin’s hand became immobile; trapped between your legs and no longer able to tease you.

“Seungmin if you don’t stop I’m going to cum,” you choke out, tears beginning to gather in the corners of your eyes from containing your much-needed release. With a sinister laugh he retracts his hand, leaving a quick slap to your ass cheek on his way back. Your muscles tighten once again, the knot in your stomach slowly starting to dwindle as he takes his member in his hand.

A string of curses leaves his mouth as his shaft slides into your cunt. The arousal spilling from your hole coating his cock as you clench around him. Seungmin’s hands find their place on your hips, holding you steady as you adjust to his size. Even after all this time together, every time you have sex feels like the first. Maybe it’s cliché to think so, but acclimating to his size would never be easy.

It is comfortable. Even though you’re on your back patio where your neighbors could see you at any moment, the setting is beautiful and everything in this moment is absolutely perfect. The sun is just beginning to set and the passing breeze chilled the perspiration beginning to gather on your skin. You’ve never felt better than you do at this moment – speared on your boyfriend’s cock while you waited for your food to cool.

As Seungmin begins thrusting in and out of you, your hands take grip on the sides of the chair, holding on for dear life knowing what’s in store. His movements are speeding up, the sounds of his skin colliding with yours and the deep moans echo from his throat to fill your ears. Your chest heaves deeper with each of his thrusts, soft whines bubbling past your lips as he meets new places within your core.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he groans, teeth clenching as you squeeze tightly around him. The familiar knot in your stomach is making its way back to you. The repetitive tap of Seungmin’s tip against the sweet spot inside you is making your head spin. With one powerful thrust, you’re coming undone around him. Your legs soon begin to crumble underneath you before his arms wrap around you to catch you from falling.

A gentle scream escapes your mouth while you ride out your high, but Seungmin’s pace only quickens to chase his own. The familiar tingling sensation begins to rush through your veins as oversensitivity starts to set in. When your eyes slam shut all you can see are stars, small white blotches blinding your vision as your pussy continues to spasm around him. Though, you’re unable to catch your breath as your orgasm begins to subside. Seungmin is too busy pounding into you, his hips meeting your ass with a slap each time he bottoms out.

“Don’t pull out,” you say quietly. All that’s on your mind is being filled to the brim with Seungmin’s cum. You’re aching for his release, squeezing your core as hard as you can to ease it from him. The grip he holds on your waist tightens, his face scrunching as he focuses on chasing his high, “want you to fill me up.”

Collapsing over you, he holds you close as he reaches his high. His heavy breathing fans over the back of your neck, your shirt sticking to your posterior as beads of perspiration soil the fabric.

“Love you,” he whispers in your ear, kissing just below it. You can feel the rise of his cheeks against your skin as he smiles. It’s comfortable here, with him, like this. Maybe a bit too comfortable for having sex out in the open like this, but it’s well past the point of caring as he holds you tightly in his arms.

“Love you more,” you whisper back as a grin stretches wide across your face.

“I think we might have to heat up the food again,” he chuckles before pulling out of you to look at the food placed neatly on the table.

“I’ll make sure to wait for it to cool down this time,” you giggle, standing upright while your jelly-like legs adjust to the new position.

“I can think of something to do while we wait for it to cool,” Seungmin smirks as you turn in his direction. His eyebrows are lifted suggestively, winking at you when you make eye contact.

“Round two?”

↠ A/N this fic has been rewritten/reconcepted from my previous BTS fic ‘Patio Penetration’

taglist: @joys-left-ankle @poutypoutybin @dom--minnie

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wasabito · 4 years

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hate to love you | dabi x reader

18+, minors dni please!

wordcount: 2.4k

tags: smut, rough(ish) sex, fingering, slight choking, Dabi’s lowkey manipulative

synopsis: did your traitorous heart make the stupid decision to fall in love with him again, or had you always been his to keep?

“You seriously can’t keep coming here whenever you feel like it, Dabi,” you whisper while scrubbing at your weary eyelids, “If someone sees you, you’re gonna get me in a lot of trouble.”

A true statement and yet it takes no further prodding or convincing at all for you to crack open your window at three in the morning, and allow your ex to clamber through the fire escape. There are sirens blaring in the distance; the high-pitched wailing of fire trucks are a familiar sound, especially in this part of the city. You’ve told yourself that intrusions like these are exactly what you deserve for not cutting him off like the cancerous leech that he is.

Willpower alone can’t keep you from wrinkling your nose, considering how his clothes smell of ash under a faint layer of nicotine. It tells a far better story of his recent crime than anything he could ever say out of his mouth. These days you don’t bother asking. There isn't much of a point in doing so when all you are sure to receive is another sugar-coated lie.

“Don’t be like that, doll face,” he smirks. “I’ve gotta lot more tact than you’re giving me credit for. ”

Terrible, you think. And shameless too. Yes, Dabi is undoubtedly these things, but for all of his depravity and lack of care, you still can’t find it in yourself to turn him away.

He cracks a little smile at you, like he’s read your very thoughts. “What? You don’t trust me anymore?”

You don’t respond, and simply climb back into bed, pointedly ignoring the dark stain of blood on his coat. He may have your heart, but your trust is something you vow to never let him have again. With classes resuming for the semester, you are far too preoccupied with internships and scholarship applications to entertain an ex-boyfriend slash wanted criminal, especially one recently associated with The League of Villains.

It had been different back when he was just some nameless petty criminal, but these days his face was plastered all over the news. That wasn’t the kind of person you ever foresaw yourself getting involved with and yet here you are.

You hear the rustling of clothes and figure he’s probably going to steal one of your oversized hoodies again, all the while leaving his bunched up coat in the laundry bin for you to take care of later. It would give him all the more reason to return to your apartment under false pretenses.

Over the past few months you’ve learned to anticipate his tricks, it’s the only way you can keep yourself from living the rest of your days behind bars. Aiding and abetting is what this is… if you were to ever be caught, you’d have to say he forced you. That you had no choice. That you feared for your life.

“You seriously mad at me or what?” He drawls. The thud of his heavy boots echo through the room, but a quick glance over your shoulder tells you that he’s merely taken them off. Dabi pins you with a stare, brows quirked like he’s genuinely confused, if not mildly annoyed, but that doesn’t shake you. You only freeze when you feel the mattress dip under the weight of his knee.

The warmth of his breath ghosts your cheek as he says, “Scoot over.”

Is he serious right now? Why should you let him back into your bed after all he’s put you through?

“No.” you turn away, “Just take whatever it is you need and leave.”

There is silence for a few seconds but you know he hasn’t moved yet, not even an inch.

“C’mon, angel,” he pokes your side playfully, gazing unwaveringly at you from under his hooded eyelids. “I’ll be out of your hair before you even wake up.”

Chewing your lip, you heave out a sigh, and shift forward to make enough room for him to join you. No matter what you’ve said in the past, he’s always been the one in control. You feel like such an idiot, merely posturing while Dabi holds the reins.

He slides in behind you, pressing his body against yours; his arms looping around your waist in a way that is so familiar a pleasant hum nearly falls from your lips. You realize belatedly that he’s shirtless and the fabric of your tank top is far too thin to block the feel of hard sinew and muscle pressed so nicely against your back. Your shaky resolve crumbles to ruin in the presence of his blue flames.

Dabi continues to chat you up, regardless of your lack of response. You’re surprised. He isn’t usually so talkative, but apparently outmaneuvering the cops and getting away scot-free has a way of raising one's spirits.

Your body is slotted against his like a puzzle piece, like you are made for one another. Mid conversation his warm hands palm the fleshy skin of your stomach, giving you a soft caress. So caught up in the feel of it, you almost miss his next words.

“—missed you.”

Your thoughts stutter. For the briefest of moments, you think the words have come from you, but they surely haven’t.

Dabi presses a light kiss to your neck, as if to show that he means it—that in the month spent apart, he had missed you more than anything. And you can't help but shiver; you blame the staples on his chin that are cold in contrast to the heat from his mouth.

His kisses become firmer, and more intentional as he lures you into a feeling of contentment. Your body remembers him oh so well—and it wants what it clearly shouldn’t have.

“We aren’t together anymore, Dabi,” you rasp, “We shouldn’t even be doing this.”

And why not, a tiny voice chimes in the back of your head.

There are several, logically sound, and pragmatic reasons as to why you shouldn’t let Dabi fuck you into next week. It’s a shame, really, you’re far too tired, far too bewitched by this man to really sum up the effort to name them. Not even for your own sake.

“Just a quickie,” he mutters, lips brushing the shell of your ear. One of Dabi’s hands dip between your thighs and he knows he’s won when you part them without thought.

He squeezes the fat of your thigh like he’s done so many times in the past, fingers digging deliciously into your skin. “Mine.”

His fingers encourage you to loosen up a little, as he grinds his clothed dick against your ass.

The trail of kisses start from your shoulder and lead up to your jaw. All the while, Dabi keeps his other arm around your waist to hold you close. He sinks blunt teeth into the crook of your neck, licking languidly at the crescent shape left behind. He continues to nip and suck on the skin there until your heady moans leave you breathless and whiny. But none of it is enough to get your attention off the way he prods you with his index and middle finger through your shorts.

“You sound so sexy, baby.” he chuckles, “You gonna make more of those pretty sounds for me, hm?”

You don’t have an answer, simply put, you can’t think of anything else right now, other than the hand slipping past your panties, rubbing slow circles against the hood of your clit.

“Da-Dabi, please... more,”

At the sound of your wanton voice, Dabi sinks two fingers into you, thrusting his long digits, and coaxing you until you’ve soaked them with your juices. In response, you grind down against his hand, thighs clenching. He hits you with a series of slow pumps each time his wrists twist. You reach forward and grip his hand, wanting nothing more but for him to curl his fingers and hit the sweet spot.

“I know, babe, I know.” He murmurs, kissing your neck, but instead of continuing, Dabi pulls out you. He shifts until he’s quite literally looming over your form.

Though the room is mostly dark, the street lamp outside your window casts a slant beam of orange light into the bedroom. It’s more than enough for you to see Dabi’s grin, and the way his lips pull back to reveal a row of perfect teeth.

He’s handsome, even with the scars, and damaged skin. You could even argue that Dabi is increasingly more handsome because of them.

“You’re lookin’ at me pretty funny,” he says while straddling your hips. “Got something to say?”

You’ve been more silent than usual during this entire exchange, barely saying more than a few whispered pleas for more, but the heat in your belly grows. Heart pounding and tongue dry, you somehow manage to maintain eye contact.

Dabi was your first. The first person to make you feel wanted and alive. The first to bring you to the precipice of mind-boggling pleasure until you were quite literally seeing stars. It’s true that he was an asshole, and it’s true that this new route he’s taken scares you more than anything. But when you look at him, your heart insists that this is still the same man you had fallen for.

“Handsome.” You mumble, averting your eyes. “I was just thinking… about how handsome you are.”

At that admission, you take his fingers, the same he’d just fingered you with, into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it, sucking lightly. Dabi shudders. His blue eyes seem to glow with want and... something else that you can’t describe, but it’s tender and unguarded.

Dabi pulls his fingers from your mouth, replacing them his own. His lips shift against yours, tongue prodding until you open up. Looping your arms around his neck, you pull him flush against your chest, dragging him into your orbit. You aren’t certain when he had become the very moon on its axis, keeping the tides and seasons of your earth in perfect rhythm, but you do know that the emptiness you feel without him isn’t normal.

Fumbling hands follow the shirking of jeans. At some point your thin little top is pulled off and tossed into a corner. And soon enough, he’s pressing himself into you. The tip of his cock is just barely past your folds before you’re taking him in.

“Fuck!” Dabi braces a hand on your pillow. The other rests on your throat with a slight pressure, enough to make your walls clench around him.

It’s been a while for your ex; you can tell by the way he keeps his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. It shouldn’t surprise you, but it does anyway, because you’d thought he would have moved on to someone else by now.

Dabi’s brows are pinched, and he’s being rougher than usual, still you get the sense that he’s savoring this. Like it’s his last meal. Like he may not ever get a chance like this again. It’s ridiculous for you to lament the final nail in the coffin of your relationship with Dabi, especially considering all the shit he’s caught up in now.

But, unfortunately, your heart operates on a separate plane from the rest of you.

It wants what it wants.

His hips snap forward, knocking into yours in a rapid pace that has tension knotting in your gut. You wrap your legs around his hips, high off the feeling of him so deep in you. The drag of his cock in your pussy has your toes curling. The pleasure is so much you can barely think. His groans and your choked back whimpers fill the room. You even attempt to bite into the back of your hand, just to keep them at bay, but Dabi isn’t having any of that.

“Don’t you dare hold back. I wanna hear you tell me how good I make you feel.”

The look in his eyes is so fervent and heated and feral, it sends a shock of pleasure straight to your core. Your thighs are coated in your own slick enough for him to slip in and out with ease. He smirks, licking his thumb and pressing it against your clit, eager to get you off. Your hips jerk in response to the way he’s rubbing and fucking you all at once.

“Dabi,” you cry out. “Yes!”

Sweat licks at your brow causing the little fine hairs around your hairline to stick to your skin.

Dabi presses his face right into your neck, and with each throaty groan that escapes his lips, you feel your gut twist with yearning. You reach up and grip his hair, causing him to groan even louder as he fucks you into oblivion.

“You feel so fucking good, angel, goddamn you’re gripping me so damn tight, fuck—” his babbling continues and you know he’s getting close. Dabi knows it too, so he slows down enough for him to reach around his back and grasp your ankles from around his waist. “You want me to fuck you harder? Hm?”

“Please—I want you so bad.” You’re almost there, you just need a little bit more. Hearing you say those words makes Dabi chuckle.

He parts your thighs as far they can go, pinning them to the mattress. You hadn't thought it possible, but in this new position he sheathes himself even deeper than before, so much so, that your pussy milks him for all he has, walls spasming uncontrollably around his cock. The cry that falls from your mouth is smothered by a pair of lips.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train and soon Dabi’s hips are stuttering against your own. He pulls out quickly, cumming all over your stomach, with a growl and a stroke of his hand.

For a moment the room is silent, save for your harsh breathing. Dabi collapses at your side, all fucked out and sweaty. His eyes never leave yours, even as he battles with fatigue.

As for you, the ache between your legs is a pleasant one you don’t bother complaining about as you clean yourself in the bathroom.

Upon return, you find that Dabi is sitting up in bed with a contemplative look on his face. You don’t ask what he’s thinking, instead you pull him into your arms and allow his head to rest against your chest.

If this is your last official night together, you’d rather spend it in his arms than alone.

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love-hatred-stuff · 3 years

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Bets } Kim Sunwoo [theboyz]

feat. Eric, Jacob, Kevin, Juyeon

genre: angst, fluff

warning(s): violence, obsession and manipulation (he's not hurting u or anything)

word count: 2.4k

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Y/N's POV

I was currently at my high school.

I had just finished my studies in the library and it was already evening but I decided to stay longer today as my boyfriend was training with his friends in the basket hall. But it was fine because it was already pretty late and the boys should be finished now and I could finally see Sunwoo.

We have been dating for six months and I feel very comfortable with him, it almost feels like I found the one I wanna be with for the rest of my life.

Even if I don't know him for so long, he gives me strength, the thing I had never had.

I'm delicate but I tend to hide my feelings in front of people that I don't trust.

Lately something confusing is going on. Sunwoo has been weirdly avoiding me, and his friends that I assume to really like me too, also act very suspicious sometimes.

They would take him away from me to talk to him alone.

I would just be confused and worried about what was going on.

But today I would talk to them about it!

Right in the moment I was walking through the school halls, on my way to them, but I heard loud voices that sounded like they were seriously discussing.

Before I opened the door, I heard my name and was even more concerned.

I figured it would be smarter to just listen to it and wait while hiding.

"Sunwoo, you can't lie to her forever! She is a great person, she doesn't deserve this anymore. Actually she never did."

I sensed the one who said this was Juyeon and he sounded very serious about what he was talking about.

My anxiety started to kick in.

What was I going to hear next?

"I know, she would never deserve this. But I really do like her. I could just keep it as my secret." Now Sunwoo talked, he sounded like he meant what he said.

But what was the damn secret they were talking about? How bad was it?

"Oh wow Sunwoo! You finally fell in love, congrats. Just sad that she was only a game to you in the beginning. You decided to play with the wrong heart." Juyeon said in a very loud and angry tone.

Was he trying to protect me?

"He's right, you should tell her before it will be too much and she finds out herself. Honestly, I hoped she would break up with you because you can be an egoistic ass sometimes!" Now Jacob exclaimed.

"Yeah, I'm sorry guys. But I can't. I will lose her if I tell her that she was a bet. I will lose her, and she will hate me. I couldn't handle that."

I gasped quietly, pressing my palm on my mouth to stay silent.

It was pretty much to take.

My boyfriend just confessed that I was just a bet!? Someone who No one cares about. That's what I was for them.

"But you have to Sunwoo, she's too pure. You will break her. You know she has no one that would take care of her. She was new and lonely when she came here. You made her feel safe and now you're doing this to her? She will never forgive you and feel safe with you again." Juyeon scolded and as I watched them through a little split between the door of the gym hall I saw him grabbing Sunwoo by the collar of his muscle shirt aggressively, having dangerous sparkles in his eyes.

"Either you will do it or I will! And maybe one of us will take her from you. Someone who cares about her heart and feelings." Juyeon grabbed him harder and shook him.

I couldn't watch and hear that any longer so I decided to interrupt their fight.

I abruptly swung the door open, earning all of the boy's eyes.

I approached them pretty fast and pushed Juyeon from Sunwoo.

I didn't want them to hurt each other, although probl all I was for them was a little doll to play with.

"Stop. This is kindergarten. You all are so immature, I can't believe it." I sighed heavily.

Then I locked eyes with Sunwoo, staring in his soul mercilessly.

"You really never would have told me? God, it is really frustrating when you find out, you never knew who your only friends really are. You are little boys, all you care about is fun. Grow the fuck up!" I scoffed at my broken state.

Being ashamed that I had let them do so much to me already.

I looked at all of them. Sunwoo, Juyeon, Jacob, Kevin and Eric. I was honestly disappointed.

And they were also guiltily looking back at me.

"What? Are you enjoying seeing me suffer under your game?" I asked.

"Look Y/N, we are truly sorry for what we did. I know it was immature and I promise we will make it up to you."

I scoffed again at Juyeon's words with a weak sarcastic smile on my lips.

"Do you think I still want to hang out with you guys? You betrayed me. I'm not dumb, I know you sprayed rumours around about me, just so everyone was going to keep their distance to me. And I think you didn't even realize that you did this so you had me just to yourself. While I was too blind of happiness. I hate you for what you did. I won't be your puppet any longer!" I made clear while my vision started to blurry because my eyes were getting teary.

Sunwoo grabbed my arm in desperation.

"Please don't break up with me." His begging voice sent a shiver down my spine.

"That's all you have to say? I think it would be the best if I would leave you and your games alone."

Tears started silently rolling down my cheeks.

But still, no one was talking or reacting. Just pleading eyes were looking at me.

"I wonder who will be the next victim. Whatever, I hope you will have your fun." I smiled pathetically and turned around.

"Don't leave us Y/N. We love you and never wanted to hurt you." Juyeon's calming voice stopped my movements.

I looked at him again.

"You love me so much that you forget how to care about my feelings? I loved you too, but it's over for now." I stated and left the hall.

They looked after me in sadness.

Third person's POV

"See what you did, Sunwoo!" Eric pushed him to the ground.

Sunwoo looked down, letting his tears fall on the ground as well.

"Now we all lost the only girl we ever liked!" Juyeon kicked Sunwoo in his stomach, making him clench his jaw in pain.

"Stop, Y/N doesn't like when we hurt someone, especially each other." Kevin wanted to stop him from hitting the crying boy on the ground by grabbing his arm.

But he wouldn't budge and continued, making him bleed and bruised all over.

"She is gone now!" Juyeon yelled and kicked Sunwoo again, earning quiet cries and groans from him.

"It's enough!" Jacob shoved him away from the almost defaced Sunwoo.

"You can't hurt your best friend!" He reminded him with a strong tone.

"But he stole the girl that was supposed to be mine. It's his fault she left us!" Juyeon defended himself.

"We all lost her, Juyeon. But you don't have to hurt Sunwoo even more. Don't you see him?"

Juyeon now looked at him, sitting on the ground, still crying, with bruises all over his body and a bleeding nose and lip.

Now he felt slightly sorry for overdoing it, although he knew that Sunwoo's beloved girlfriend just broke up with him. That alone surely were so painful for him already.

Of course it was too much to handle for him.

After all Juyeon is the older one and he should have kept his control instead of beating him up.

And Sunwoo had even endured it, he did not flinch a single time that Juyeon punched him.

"Hey, sorry bro." He tapped his shoulder in apology.

"I will take you home, come on." Jacob helped him to stand up so they could walk to his car.

•the next day•

Sunwoo walked through the busy halls of his high school.

He was sad, angry at himself and depressed.

He loved her so bad but he screwed up.

And he understood why Juyeon beat him up yesterday, he was glad so he wouldn't have to hurt himself for a while.

His head was down and the playful smile he always wore was completely gone.

Suddenly he felt a small hand grab him, that pulled him to the narrow room where stuff for the facility manager was.

He couldn't make out the face of the person that took him there until she was standing face to face with him in this room.

Now his eyes glowed, it was the prettiest face he had ever seen.

It was his girl, the one that broke his heart just yesterday. But all he cared about was that she was standing in front of him now.

Y/N's POV

It was me, and he had broken my heart even more.

"Who did this to you?" I wanted to know instantly, coming straight to the point.

"Huh?" He was surprised I even talked to him.

"Who beat you up like this?" I exerted more pressure in my voice.

"Oh, um.." Sunwoo looked down, suddenly so shy and insecure.

What was going on?

Usually he was the one that would do this to people that bothered him, but he would never let someone do this to his handsome face.

I wondered if his face was the only affected place on his body, so I slowly lifted up his thin t-shirt, exposing hurted muscles and bruises all over his stomach.

It looked really painful.

I never saw him being hurt that much. And it also affected me.

To know that I hadn't had protected him, made me feel guilty.

I felt bad.

"Sunwoo, who the fuck did this to you? And why did you let this even happen?"

He was looking in my eyes, down at me, not sure if he should tell the truth.

But I think he learned his lesson, lying is bad and has consequences.

"It was Juyeon. But it's fine, I allowed him." He talked unusually quietly and I didn't like it at all. I hated it.

I wanted my confident Boyfriend back that wanted to hold my hand the whole day and whenever he had the chance, kissed me to give me his love and affection.

Where was the old Sunwoo?

"Why?"

How could Juyeon do this to him?

He, no, all of them knew what I thought of physical aggression.

"I miss you Y/N." He cried in the crook of my neck after he had made a quick step forward.

When I didn't move, he put his hands around my waist and hugged me gently.

"It's been one day." I reminded him.

He could have handled that.

"Yes, but I know that I lost you forever." He hugged me tighter.

I heard him sniff his tears back.

"Why do you care so much?" I started patting his back lightly.

Even though he hurted me so much with his actions, I still cared about him. More than about anyone else.

"Because I love you Y/N."

He really did?

I knew he and his friends were a little obsessed with me, but he never actually said these three words.

And now I even knew, he wasn't the only one that had serious feelings for me.

Juyeon had done this to him because he was angry at Sunwoo that I left him, and also his friends.

I figured that he did this because he also had feelings for me. I could judge only by his look and body language the day before. And I wasn't sure if that was a good thing.

Iliked him too, everyone of them, but not the way I liked Sunwoo. It would make things even more complicated between us.

"Why did you do this to me then?"

Sunwoo backed away a little, so he could see my face properly.

"We didn't know you when we started this. But when we got to know you, each of us felt something. I guess we just weren't aware that we were having feelings for you because we never really had some for anybody. So we were toxic and manipulated you and everyone that was interested in you, so no one would steal you from us. And I'm so so sorry, baby. I wanna have you back, I promise I changed."

I was impressed that he had explained everything so truthfully.

And I was proud in some way.

He had always controlled me, but he also always was my little boy.

They all were clingy and needy around me, just how someone would act when they liked someone.

I think I could forgive him if he would prove to me that he had really changed.

But could I forgive Juyeon for doing this to his best friend, for losing his self control and letting him down like this?

"And why let you Juyeon hurt you? You are supposed to be kind to each other, as friends. He truly hurt you. Look." I stroked my thumb over his lip where a little bit of dried blood was left.

On his left cheek was a big, green and blue bruise that went up to his eye. It was a bit swollen and he couldn't open his left eye completely.

I forgot everything around me and just admired his his cute baby face. Even if he looked a bit tired and miserable, I still found him utterly adorable.

"I wanna kiss you, Y/N." He whispered, when I noticed our position and that he was staring at me as well.

But I just didn't care anymore what he had done to me, I was sorry for what his friend did to him and that he was sad because I left him.

So I shove all my doubts away and tiptoed so I could kiss his full lips to convince my heart, that I had to give him another chance. It was everything I wanted at this moment.

I think I loved this boy.

Although it was probably pretty stupid of me to trust him again, I just needed him too much because he was everything I had and everything I always wanted.

He pressed me against his toned body and gave me a kiss full of love, to show me that I wouldn't regret choosing him over everything.

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