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buckys-wintersoldier · 3 months

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Dick pic | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> Sub!Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Dom!Girlfriend!Reader

Summary -> Bucky really wants your attention, and with his bratty side he always knows how to get it, even when he gets punished and isn’t allowed to touch you while you edge him.

Wordcount -> 2.8k

Warnings -> 18+, Minors DNI, smut, Sub!Bucky, whining Bucky, mommy kink, using of Handcuffs and vibrator, oral (male!receiving), begging, mention of safe word (just asking which color), edging, fingering (fem!receiving), dick pic, unprotected p in v,

A/N -> The Oneshot belongs to the collection “Subby Baby feat. Bucky Barnes”. I want to thank @imtryingbuck for helping me come up with the idea, and while I wrote this one. Some of the dialogue parts are written by her. Header and Divider are also made by her.

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Meetings are something Bucky really doesn’t like, especially when you’re in one and he is waiting for you in your shared room. He is bored, really bored, and the only thing he can think of is you on top of him, bouncing on his thick cock, while you praise him for how good he is. But the tiny bratty side inside of him wants him to break one of your rules; he wants you to punish him.

You’re in the middle of a meeting, shifting from one foot to the other while you write some ideas for a new project for your company. When you get a message and you see Bucky's name appearing on the screen, you immediately worry about your boyfriend. He doesn’t write to you when he knows you’re in a meeting, unless it’s something important. So you unlock your phone and tap on his chat. There is a picture he sent you, and you gasp when you see his dick.

Bucky sent you a dick picture, his pants shoved down his thighs, his rock-hard dick with pre-cum leaking from his tip with his hand around his shaft. You turn your phone off, blushing slightly before you clear your throat.

“Excuse me a moment, please write down more ideas for projects,” you tell them, and they hum in response.

You take your phone and rush out of the room. When the door is closed behind you, you take a shaky breath. Bucky can be naughty, but you didn’t know he would send you a dick picture to get your attention. Everyone of your coworkers could have seen that picture of his dick, a part of him that is only allowed to be seen by you or him. Then you unlock your phone and call Bucky; it doesn’t take long for him to pick it up.

“Hey,” he says happily.

“Baby boy, we talked about this.”

“About what?”

You roll your eyes, and Bucky knows because he giggles softly.

“James.”

A soft gasp leaves his lips; he pushes the limits, and when you call him by his first name, you make it clear. And he knew he would be punished if he didn't apologize immediately, but he wants you to punish him; he wants to feel the pleasure when you tell him that he is a bad boy.

“Mommy, it’s so hard; it hurts,” he whines.

Bucky wraps his hand around his throbbing cock, moving his hand slowly up and down. Soft moans leave his lips while he thinks about your lips around his cock, your tongue gliding along his shaft, and the way you kiss the tip of his dick.

“Bucky?”

“Mhm, mommy.”

“Do you break another rule right now?”

“Nuhuuu. Just help to calm it down.”

“Baby boy, take your hand off your cock, right now,” you demand.

“B-but mommy, it hurts. It's so hard.”

“Take your hand off.”

Bucky whines, letting go of his dick and letting it slap against his stomach.

“O-oke. Done,” he mumbles.

You smirk softly, knowing he did it on purpose. He wants you to be rough with him; he wants his punishment, and you’re willing to give him what he is silently asking for.

“You have been a bad boy; do you need a punishment?”

“Yes, mommy.”

The way his tone changes into a euphoric one makes you smile.

“I’m there in five minutes.”

You hang up and smile before you walk to your shared room. You make your way through the elevators to go to your room. Meanwhile, Bucky takes off his clothes, and the smile on his face grows when he slides his thumb over the tip of his cock. He knows how to get you to your room in just a short time, even when he gets punished, but he has your attention.

Bucky listens when you walk through the floor until you open the door and walk into the room. He looks at you, grinning.

“Mommy,” he says excitedly.

“Don’t try to be a good boy. You get your punishment.”

He hums and makes you frown. Then you raise your eyebrow, pointing with your head in front of you. Without telling him what to do, he stands up and walks closer to you before he gets on his knees. His hands are on his thighs while he looks at his hands.

“Good boy,” you say, running your fingers through his short brown hair.

Then your grip tightens, and you make him look at you. He whines; his dick is so hard, his balls so full. Bucky slides his hand from his thighs to your legs, moving them up until he reaches your knees.

“No. I didn’t allow you to touch mommy, did I?” you ask with a stern voice, and he immediately shakes his head, but his hands are still resting on your knees. “Baby boy, I won’t repeat myself.”

He groans but removes his hands and places them back on his thighs. You take a step back, letting go of his hair, and turn around to look for something you placed in the drawer. Bucky’s eyes follow every movement you make; he squirms slightly in anticipation.

“Get on the bed,” you say.

Bucky stands up and walks a few steps, then he turns and walks towards you. His arms are immediately around your waist, and he presses his hard dick against your ass. You moan softly at the sudden feeling of him being so close, and Bucky smirks. He slips his hands under your shirt, one on your hips, while the other finds its way underneath your panties. With a tight grip around his arm, you pull it out of your pants.

“You like that, mommy?” he asks, kissing along your neck before he bites softly into your sensitive skin.

“James. On. The. Bed. Now.”

“But mo-“

“Now.”

Bucky groans and pushes his hips against yours before he lets go of you. Then he turns around and walks towards the bed, letting himself fall onto it. His eyes are focused on you when you turn around. In your hand, you hold handcuffs and a vibrator. You walk closer to the bed, placing them next to Bucky.

You then take off your clothes, which is way too slow for Bucky, so he thinks about helping you. He reaches for you, but you take a step back, and he pouts.

“Wanna help you, mommy,” he mumbles, trying to look angry.

“You look like a puppy when you try to look angry, baby boy.”

Bucky pouts even more and places his hands on your hips when you’re undressed. He pulls you closer, trying to push you onto his thigh, but you’re faster and grip his hands, holding them above his head. Then you push him with his back down so he lays in front of you, your upper body almost laying on his, while you spread his legs with yours.

“No touching,” you say, raising an eyebrow when he tries to free his hands.

“But mommy, I love touching you.”

“And good boys are allowed to touch their mommy's, but you weren't good; you sent me a picture of your dick while I was working.”

You push yourself up and let your hands roam over Bucky’s body. Your fingertips are sliding softly along his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps on Bucky’s skin. He pushes his hips against you when you stroke his thighs, not touching his dick. You kiss his shoulders, down to his chest, and leave hickeys around his nipple. Bucky moans softly, trying his best to hold his hands above his head, but he just loves it so much to touch you. He wants to feel every inch of your body, so he moves one hand to your head, gripping a hand of hair and pushing you more against his body.

“James.”

“Mommy, please.”

“You push the limits,” you tell him with a stern voice, but he still has his hand in your hair.

He loves to touch you, especially when he makes you feel good. You take his hands in yours and reach for the handcuffs. Then you nod to the headboard, showing him to sit down against it. Bucky whines, but when you look with furrowed eyebrows at him, he obeys and pushes himself up to sit against the headboard. You sit next to him on your knees on the bed and handcuff him to the bed. He pouts, and you can’t stop and smile before you kiss his nose and crawl across the bed until you sit opposite him.

When you sit comfortably, you spread your legs and reveal your throbbing cunt. Bucky moans when his eyes are immediately focused on your pussy, especially when your hand slides down your body and you use your fingers to guide it through your wet folds. You slowly rub circles on your clit before you push one of your fingers inside of you. Bucky groans and whimpers when you add another finger and start to move it in and out of you. He can’t stop looking at your pussy, at your wet fingers, and at the way you push them inside your tight hole while you moan softly.

“Mommy, it’s so hard,” Bucky mumbles, trying to get your attention.

You grab the vibrator next to you and pull your fingers out of your pussy to replace it with the toy. Then you turn it on and throw your head back, moaning. Bucky pulls at the handcuffs, trying to get out of them so he can touch you, or at least himself, to give himself a bit of release.

“I wanna touch you or myself. Please mommy.”

You smirk and move closer to him, the toy still vibrating between your legs. Then you wrap your hand around his cock, your thumb brushing over his tip, which is leaking with pre-cum. You stroke him slowly, and whenever he pushes his hips against your hand, you squeeze his cock softly.

“I’m sorry, but it feels so good,” he tells you, trying to grip something to ground himself.

Then you lower your head and take him in your mouth, using your tonics to lick around his tips before you take him inch by inch until he is completely in your mouth. You taste the familiar salty pre-cum. One of your hands moves to his balls, and you roll them softly in your palm. Bucky moans, thrusting his hips against you and throwing his head back because of the pleasure he feels.

When you let his dick slip out of your mouth, you kiss his tip. The toy inside of you brings you closer to the edge, your walls clenching around it, and you moan softly. You wrap your lips around his cock and let him slide into your mouth once more, hollowing your cheeks. Bucky’s cock twitches in your mouth, and when he is about to cum you let go of him and move a few inches away from him.

“I was so close, mommy, please,” he whines, trying to get out of the handcuffs while he thrusts his hips into your direction.

You smirk at him, waiting a bit before you wrap your hand around his cock again. You slowly move it up and down, sliding your thumb across his tip, before you use your other hand to take his balls in it and squeeze them softly.

“Mhm- it feels so good,” he moans, his mouth slightly open and his breath heavy.

Bucky’s sweating, and he tries to get more of your touch while you’re slowly stroking his dick. You lower your head once more and lick along the underside of his thick member. Bucky wraps his legs around your body, trying to pull you closer so you have to swallow his cock, and he has control over it until he cums in your mouth. But you know your boyfriend, so you slide underneath his legs away from him. He groans and looks with a begging expression on his face at you.

“Mommy, please. I wanna cum.”

“No. No, you decided to be a bad boy and go against mommy’s wishes, so now you don’t get to cum,” you say sternly.

“P-Please, mommy. Please, it hurts.”

“What hurts, baby boy?” you ask him in faux concern, and you stroke his thigh softly.

“M-my balls. So heavy and full,” he mumbles, blushing when those words leave his lips.

"Well, you should have thought about that before being a brat.”

Bucky whines, tears forming in his eyes and slowly falling down his cheeks. He shifts back and forth, trying to press his thighs together, but since you’re sitting between them, he doesn’t get the friction he tries to get.

You move forward, capturing his cheeks with your hands, and wipe his tears away. He leans into your touch; he looks at you, and you feel your knees getting weak. Then you smile softly and kiss his nose and forehead before you capture his lips with yours.

“Color, Buck.”

“G-Green.”

With a smile, you nod and move a few inches away.

“Make me cum, and I will allow you to cum too, oke?"

Bucky nods. He immediately smirks and pulls at the handcuffs so he can touch you and make you cum. You remove the toy first before you free Bucky’s hands from the handcuffs. In the moment his hands are free, he pushes you onto your back and towers over you.

“Mommy, can I please put it in? I won’t cum before you cum,” he begs, his cock sliding between your wet folds.

“Go ahead, baby.”

You don’t have to tell him twice; he grabs his cock and lines it up with your entrance. He then slides inside of you slowly and carefully. Bucky whimpers; you feel so good around him, and his cock is so sensitive, but he wants more; he wants to be inside of you completely.

“M-m-m,” he stutters, closing his eyes and letting his body fall on top of yours.

“Shhh, baby boy. I’ve got you,” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his body and stroking his back.

He is so deep inside of you, your walls clenching around him and squeezing him, that he doesn’t dare to move; otherwise, he would probably cum before you do. One of your hands slides into his hair, and you play with his soft, brown hair, waiting until he wants to move inside of you.

"So- soooo tight.”

You chuckle, kissing him while he slowly moves. Just an inch out of you before he pushes back inside of you. He fills you so perfectly, hitting all the right spots. When you moan because of his thrust, he does it again, wanting to hear those sweet sounds again. So he thrust slowly but deeply inside of you, whimpering whenever your walls are squeezing his dick.

After a while, he pushes himself up to move better. His hands are on both sides of your waist when he looks at your pussy and pulls out of you. His eyes are focused on his wet dick and the way it slides in and out of you. When he speeds up, he holds his hand in your belly, pressing slightly down until he feels his dick inside of you.

"Mommy, I’m so deep. I can feel myself- mhm- I’m so d-deep inside of you.”

“Yes, baby. And you’re doing so well.”

Bucky groans when you praise him; he throws his head back and thrusts faster inside of you. His dick is twitching; the warmth and tightness are making him go crazy, but he knows he isn’t allowed to cum before you do. So he guides his hand between your legs, his fingers sliding through your folds, before he reaches your clit and rubs it in small circles. You feel the knot building up in your stomach, and Bucky does too.

"Fuck, you’re doing so well. Cum now,” you demand, knowing that he is as close as you.

You moan his name, arching your back and squeezing him even tighter when you cum all around his dick. Bucky cums just a moment after you; he whimpers and moans when he thrusts his seeds deep into you. He still fucks you until the two of you come down from your high.

“Thank you, mommy,” he mumbles, letting himself, with his dick still buried inside of you, fall down.

His hair is sweaty, and you stroke it out of his face, letting him calm down completely. While he does so, you praise him, mumble some sweet words into his hair, and caress his cheek.

“Are you oke, baby?"

“Yes, I’m sorry for sending the picture while you were in a meeting. But I needed you so bad.”

“Don’t worry, but now let’s clean you up, oke?”

Bucky nods, slowly pulling out of you but holding you in place until his seeds throb out of you and he coats his fingers with them. He then lets you sit up as well and pulls you into a short but passionate kiss.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months

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Warmth

PAIRING | Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.1K

SUMMARY | You've been studying for your upcoming exam all day, and you're starting to get a little cold. However, the perfect way to warm up is by touching Tony's warm body, seeing how he's always running warm through the arc reactor. Of course, he's happy to share his warmth with you; he doesn't want you to feel cold.

RATING | General (G)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Sugar Daddy/-Baby arrangement, mutual pining.

A/N | This fic is inspired by this headcanon written by @fotibrit! As soon as I read it, I knew this would fit perfectly inside my sugar daddy!Tony AU! I love their dynamic, and I can't wait to hear what you all think about it. This is proofread by my amazing friend @ccbsrmsf1, for which I cannot begin to thank you enough! 💙

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @ccbsrmsf1

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You're in the middle of studying for your exams, making long hours for a difficult one coming up. Going through medical school has always been a dream of yours, and thanks to Tony, that is becoming a reality, but that doesn't mean you don't have to work for it. He has kindly offered to study at Stark Tower so you can use plenty of empty offices and conference rooms.

This also means you're closer to him, and you can't stop yourself from seeing him whenever he's in the building. You've been studying for the past six hours, eating lunch, and drinking a lot of coffee in between, and you're starting to feel cold and restless - perfect timing to go and pay a visit to Tony.

"Jarvis, can you tell me where Tony is?" you ask the AI he has installed in the building, who kindly lets you know he is working in his lab. Your stuff is gathered quickly, and just before you can zip your bag closed, you let out a big yawn and a cold shiver runs down your spine. The weather outside looked promising, but jeans and a blouse weren't enough to keep you warm today.

As soon as your bag hangs on your shoulder, you're out the door, your feet carrying you to Tony on instinct. The elevator ride is way too long, and you're rubbing your hands on your arms to keep yourself warm, but to no avail. You feel warmth spreading through your body when you walk into his lab and see Tony hunched over in his MIT hoodie, faded jeans, and messy hair.

"Are you going home already, Sugar?" Tony asks in his deep voice, giving you goosebumps as the sound goes through your body.

"Not yet; I figured I'd swing by your lab to see how you're doing. And I was hoping to steal a bit of your warmth, too," you tell him with a small smile, unable to stop thinking how handsome he looks in his outfit. It shows off his natural handsomeness, and you can't help but stare a little too long when he turns to you.

"How can I say no when you ask me like that? C'mere Sugar," Tony says as he opens his arms invitingly. You drop your bag before stepping into his hold, your body pressing tightly against his as your face nuzzles into his neck. With a deep sigh, you let your hands wander to where they're under his hoodie, your ice-cold hands slowly warming up on the warm muscles of his lower back.

"You're freezing!" he says before he lets go, his hands carefully wrapping around your wrists to guide your hands to his chest - or, more specifically, to his arc reactor. It's where he gets the hottest and your favorite place to rest your hands when you're feeling cold. If there's one thing you both quickly learned, it is that where you usually are feeling chilly, Tony is always hot, making him your perfect personal heater.

A soft hum leaves your throat as you can feel the warmth of his body seeping into your cold hands, slowly ensuring they don't ache from the freezing state they were in before you came to him.

"Are you feeling better now?" Tony asks softly and gently, and you hum in response. If it were up to him, he would let you warm your hands on his body forever, never wanting to let you go again. Little does he know you feel the same way, but you're both too stubborn to admit it to one another.

"Yeah, I can do this all day if you'd let me," you tell him in response, another soft sigh leaving your chest when your hands aren't cold anymore. Though that issue has been fixed, Tony can tell you're still feeling cold, and without hesitation, he takes off his hoodie, exposing his muscular chest and abdomen to you, making you do a double take at the appearing flesh.

"Here, you can wear this, Sugar," he tells you without leaving room for discussion. You allow him to pull it over your head, the sleeves longer than your arms, making you giggle. The scent of Tony envelops you completely, and you flail your arms like a bird to show off just how long the sleeves are, and the sound of Tony's laughter makes yet another flood of warmth spread throughout your body.

"It looks way better on you than it does me, Sugar; I think you should keep it," Tony says, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your mouth and back. He steps closer to you, his index finger lifting your chin slightly to look right into your eyes as he closes the gap between you two.

His mouth descends on yours in a sweet, loving, gentle kiss that takes your breath away yet makes you feel so full of love. Your kisses are usually frantic and passionate when you sleep together, but this kiss is the opposite. Unrushed and soft; filled promises that neither of you is willing to give in to yet. It's perfection in a kiss.

The second his lips leave yours, it feels like you're deflating like a balloon, missing the feelings of his warm mouth on yours already. Despite this, a small smile tugs on the corners of your mouth as you bite your bottom lip, feeling like a teenager who just shared their first kiss with the boy she's been crushing on for a long time. And deep inside, that's exactly what the dynamic between you is, just in your later years.

"What was that for?" you ask Tony, who chuckles at your question.

"I felt like kissing you because you look adorable in my hoodie. And I wanted to surprise you, which, by the looks of it, worked pretty well," Tony tells you, and you nod.

"Now I have to go because I promised to go for dinner with my friends. But thank you for the hoodie. I'll be using it to keep me warm from now on," you tell him as you step back, grab your bag, and walk out of his lab with a wave.

All he can muster is a small wave back as he stands there shirtless and with a heart filled with love. He wants to give you all the happiness in the world and more, and if that means letting you warm your cold hands on his body and giving you his hoodies, he's more than okay with doing that for the rest of his life, even if that means never getting to tell you how he feels. Your dynamic is perfect for both of you, and he doesn't want to ruin it by doing something stupid.

Though the one thing he wants more than anything in this world is that you will be his one day. His girlfriend, his fiancée, his wife, his everything. That's what would make him the happiest man on earth.

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Frosted Over Caretaking

Fandom: How To Train Your Dragon & Rise of the Guardians

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III/Jack Frost

Rating: General Audiences

Warning/Tag(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, Sick, Vikings

Summary: Spending every free and waking moment with a spirit who had control over everything ice and snow was sure to have some downsides. Hiccup just didn't know what these downsides would be until he was forced to bedrest as the effects of staying in the cold finally caught up with him. It probably didn't help that said reason as to why he was sick was sticking around to make sure he got better.

Event(s): @eclipsingbingo with 'sick' | @fandom-free-bingo with 'offering their jacket'

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A loud sniffle escaping his nose was not how Hiccup expected to start his day.

With groggy eyes and difficulty breathing in through his nose, Hiccup attempted to start his day like he would any other. Toothless greeted him like he normally did; large, slobbering licks being smeared across his body as the dragon worked himself up, getting ready for one of their usual morning flights.

It was only when Toothless took in the sluggish movements of Hiccup that he realised something may have been wrong with his human. It looked as if constant chills were jumping down Hiccup's spine, his bottom lip trembling even though their hut was overly warm due to Toothless' preferences, and the-

"Achoo!"

The loud exclaim from Hiccup almost shook the room, the sudden forced exhale sending him stumbling back a few steps. Startling back himself, Toothless stared at Hiccup in shock, keeping the distance that the Viking had created.

"Sorry about that Bud," Hiccup groaned, burying his head in his hands for a few seconds before scrubbing them down. Trying to hobble over to the Night Fury, Hiccup reaches a hand over to try and graze it across Toothless' scales but he falls short. Stumbling forward, Hiccup would've been met with the hard wooden floor if it wasn't for Toothless rushing forward, catching him with his head. "Woah, thanks for that."

A low trilling sound trails out of Toothless' throat in answer. Helping Hiccup stand to the best of his ability, Toothless walks him back to his bed, trying to shoo him back at it. For a few moments, Hiccup can only stare at Toothless, the two of them doing an odd dance as Hiccup tries to continue forward while Toothless pushes him back.

It was only when Hiccup fell back onto the bed that Toothless seemed to relax, giving a quick growl when Hiccup attempted to get up. Sitting back on his own hunches, Toothless stared at Hiccup as he thought, making sure the Viking didn't try to attempt anything while he was still sitting there.

Staring at his human was enough to have his mind racing with different possibilities as to how he had gotten sick. Though Berk was slowly starting to near some of its colder seasons even though berk was always cold, Hiccup always wore an appropriate amount of layers, but even then he always had Toothless by his side so it wasn't likely that only the cold had started getting to him.

That was when a certain frost-covered spirit came to mind, one that had been spending too much time around Hiccup in Toothless' opinion. A soft grumble sank out of Toothless as he realised what had caused the sudden sickness to take over Hiccup.

Standing abruptly, Toothless rounds on himself and makes his way for the door, not listening to the confused calls that Hiccup tries to choke out as he uses his tail to slam the door behind himself.

On a mission, Toothless began wandering through the village. It was hard not to get distracted, Vikings and Dragons alike trying to catch his attention, some of them thinking Hiccup was with him since the two were almost always with one another. However, with the guise that Hiccup was with him, it didn't take long for the white-haired spirit to hunt him down.

"Toothless," Jack proudly yells, flying over to the dragon in his normal getup and the hooked stick that never left his side. His ice-blue eyes flashed over Toothless and then all around him, looking for Hiccup no doubt. "Where's my favourite Viking? Not that you're not my favourite dragon."

Letting out a loud rumble, not that Jack could understand what he was saying, Toothless rounded on himself and started waddling back to his hut. Certain that the spirit was following closely behind him, Toothless picked up his speed slightly, taking small hops to elongate his strides.

It didn't take long to get back to his and Hiccup's hut. Luckily the door was still shut from when Toothless had left, Hiccup not having been able to leave, whether he tried and failed or realised what was good for him and stayed in bed.

Waiting at the door, Toothless let Jack open the door, the spirit slightly worried about the sudden change in scenery and how there was still no sight of Hiccup.

Stepping into the building, Jack comes face to face with a sniffly Hiccup, the Viking trying and failing to make himself something to eat.

"Hiccup?" Jack questioned as he stepped into the hut, almost shutting the door on Toothless' muzzle. In a barked-out laugh, Jack asked, "What's happened to you? You look terrible."

"Thanks," He said dryly, sparing the boy hardly a glance, more than accustomed to his presence by now. Attempting to start a controlled fire, when continuous failure was shoved into Hiccup's face, he finally turned to Jack. "If you're going to invade my house can you at least make yourself useful?"

"You say that like I've never been anything but a nuisance," Jack joked as he stepped over to Hiccup. He wasn't sure how he would fare with starting fire knowing his persona but anything would be better than what Hiccup was doing. When Hiccup said nothing but shot Jack a deadpan look, his laugh turned into a cackle as he placed a hand on the small of his back. "Why don't you take a seat? Here, take my jacket while I prepare something for you."

"Actually," Hiccup said after taking no more than three steps. Grabbing onto Jack just before he was about to sit down, Hiccup pulled Jakc down with him. Jack stumbled from the sudden tug, practically crashing on top of Hiccup as they both went down into one of his seats. "I'd rather do this."

"I don't think that's a good idea if you're sick," Jack warned as he felt Hiccup's arms circle him, pulling him in tight. In answer, Hiccup buried his head in the crook of Jack's neck. "I'll probably only get you more sick."

"You can take care of me later," Hiccup decided, Toothless backing him up as the large dragon came and circled them, laying down with his tail flapping against Jack's head every few moments.

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un-unavoidableanxiousball · 4 months

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Masterlist Masterlist²

Prompt used: Panic Attack

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: The Sandman

Pairing: Dream of The Endless/Hob Gadling

Characters: Dream of The Endless, Hob Gadling

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, possible out of character

Warnings: panic attack

Word count: 936

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╰┈┈➤ PREVIOUSLY

Hob's jaw practically hit the floor. Where before a cat was lying on the couch's armrest, now sits his Stranger.

Silence stretches as Hob's staring wide-eyed at his Friend, and Dream avoids making eye contact.

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Spending time with Hob has been a rare delicacy. He got too comfortable.

Oh, how Dream wishes to curse his sister for her timing, but he won't. He has foolishly forgotten it wouldn't last forever, didn't even know when Desire planned to end this charade. He couldn't stand the thought of it ending at all.

The moment Death has come, he was instantly filled with dread. He saw the confusion on Hob's face at Death's actions and could anticipate Hob's realisation, hurt, and inevitably betrayal.

He had to brace himself for rejection and Hob's justified anger.

Perhaps Hob will forgive him again?

No. No, before it was out of his control to miss their meeting. But this— this was intentional. Perhaps it'll be the last straw and Hob will want him to leave and not come back. That thought alone coiled his being tight bringing out a humid storm inside him.

He doesn't want to lose him. Hob is his friend, he takes the loneliness away. He doesn't want to but Hob deserves better. If he'd wish it Dream will go back to being alone again.

Distantly the Dreaming is enveloped in a dense fog, so thick that if one were to slice it, it would only leave a faint cut; making it all that difficult to move. Few unlucky denizens, scrambling for shelter, were slowed down, practically unable to move further. Nightmares with their sharp edges come to rescue dreams not strong enough to manage these conditions.

It will feel wrong, he will feel wrong. Alone again. Too soon.

Hob deserves to be free of him but oh, how he'll miss the human's warmth. It's unfathomable and ultimately unavoidable, he'll get used to being cold again. He must. Hob's worth it.

He can already feel the upcoming cold; a sharp, white noise of irritating itches.

The Dreaming's air stilled as the mist has frozen, dreams and nightmares alike feel disbelief, and andrenaline. The ice is of irregular shape - crystal-like, and sharp shards forming from the rain stab surfaces with hisses and whizzes.

Unbearable, it'd be unbearable but Dream will endure. For Hob.

No. Better not to think of Hob, it'll be too painful. Yet it was the thought of Hob that made him steel his resolve inside the glass.

He hears nothing. Everything? It's ringing, humming?

Hob? Yes Hob. Soft Hob with bright gentle eyes and joyous smiles, comfortable and warm and safe.

Where is he again? Silence is buzzing within him. When did the air go stale?

Wrong. What's wrong? What did he miss? Hob might know. Hob's clever.

Dream stills as melodic notes reach him.

*Fr---d! Dr--m?*

No, not notes, voice. Warm and concerned. Safe... Is that Hob's voice surrounding him?

*...d you to c-me back.*

Hob.

*You're safe. I'm here. You c-*

With Hob, safe. Yes. What is he doing here? Did Burgess get him too?

*-ry later. Gonna touch you now. Okay Friend?*

The moment Hob's hand made contact with Dream, time resumed in the Dreaming. All shards, previously suspended in the air, violently plunge to the ground with a shatter.

Hob's touch was enough to startle Dream back to Hob's flat and away from Burgess's basement. Not yet enough for Dream to calm.

"I need you to focus on me. Alright?" Hob's concerned voice fully reaches Dream. Then hesitant, Dream slowly drags his eyes upwards to Hob's face. That earned him an encouraging smile. "Good. That's it. You're doing great." Hob says and leads Dream's hand to put against his chest, then "I want you to match my breathing now."

Dream mimics the slow and steady movement of Hob's chest. After a while Dream has found his voice; his mind fully present with Hob.

"I'm sorry." He says and then Hob's smile turns sad.

"Nothing to apologise for my Friend. I'm no stranger to panic attacks." Hob says, gentle.

Dream's eyes flutter shut to stop tears from appearing. Why is Hob gentle with him? He surely doesn't deserve it.

"I should leave. I'm sorry for intruding, Hob Gadling."

"Who said anything about leaving? And you truly didn't bother me or intrude." Hob blurts out, hand darting out to grasp Dream's arm as Dream started to stand. "While I can't deny I have questions. They can wait. I'd rather be sure you're alright Stranger." Hob spoke with a strained, nervous grin, his grip on Dream's arm weakening.

"If...I'm alright? Certainly you must wish me gone for invading your privacy..?" Dream questions, unbelieving.

"Not really, no. I-" Hob licks his lips from nerves, "-I think it helped, helped you that is. Spending time with me. I don't know what happened to you Stranger," Dream tenses slightly, "-but you can come by. Anytime, doesn't matter. If it helps, I'll gladly give you my time." Dream glances at Hob's eager, honest eyes.

"You still want my company even-?" Dream begins, voice filled with emotion.

"Of course." Hob cuts him off. "I fought tooth and nail for the title of being your friend, Stranger. You're not getting rid of me that easily." Hob jokes but Dream can see nothing but the truth in that statement.

"I...Thank you Hob, my Friend." Dream nods, then "I owe you an explanation. I shall meet you tomorrow... I have something to attend to."

With that Dream makes his escape to the Dreaming leaving behind a stunned Hob Gadling staring where seconds before stood his friend.

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TULIPS

SUMMMARY: Five years after the outbreak, the survivors are still managing themselves without the government. But wait, isn't Valentine's Day coming up? Ellis and Chris take it upon themselves to plant tulip seeds they found, and Chris surprises Rochelle with a gift. Now everyone wants flowers!

RATING: Teen and Up Audiences

WARNING: No Archive Warnings Apply

CATEGORIES: F/M , GEN

FANDOM: Left 4 Dead (Blind Man's Bluff)

RELATIONSHIPS: Rochelle/Chris, minor Nick/Ellis

ADDITIONAL TAGS: Fluff, Bickering, Valentine's Day, Flowers, Forged Family, Romance, Light-Hearted, East Coast

CHALLENGES: @ficwip hey sweetheart 2024, 100 ships, @fandom-free-bingo 'zombie au'

LINK: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53694817

Hey! I'm super excited to post this little valentine's day work for the lovely @ladyred-ms detailing Rochelle's and her OC, Chris', relationship. Thank you to @starrywriter917 for beta reading as well! It's just a quick little tidbit I was inspired to do and I sincerely hope you all enjoy it. <3

#hey sweetheart #fandomfreebingo #100 ships #ladyredms #blind man's bluff #blind mans bluff #left 4 dead #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer

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Love Thy Neighbour - Chapter 1 Behind Closed Doors

Set adrift by his own choosing, Bucky goes home to the abandoned apartment he grew up in, but perhaps it isn't as abandoned as he first thought.

Read it on AO3 here.

Chapter 2

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes Rating: T CW: blood, threat Prompts filled: Fandom-Free Bingo Frosty Edition (card 1): Cuddling to stay warm @fandom-free-bingo Fandom-Free Bingo Flight Edition: Anonymous gifts Fluffbruary: Day 2 - Scent, Day 16 - Neighbour @fluffbruary Seasonal Delights Language of Flowers: Calla lily @seasonaldelightsbingo Multifandom-Flash Round 1: A scar to remember @multifandom-flash

Dividers by @cafekitsune

“The Bible tells us to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies; probably because generally they are the same people.”

G.K. Chesterton

Bucky came and went via the fire escape that he’d carefully mangled on his second night back there, a relic of his childhood now inaccessible to anyone who couldn’t bend cast iron or jump 6ft straight up. Didn’t account for at least half of the people he actually knew, sure, including the guy he’d most often climbed it with, but seemed effective so far at keeping out random squatters. Not real charitable, he guessed, locking down an entire apartment building to himself somewhere so many people lacked even a roof to call shelter but he never signed up for them to be his problem. And he liked not being disturbed. Other things he liked included not thinking too hard about some of the stranger aspects of the building he was once again calling home. In spite of the housing shortage, he guessed it might not be so weird that no one had gotten round to tearing the place down in all these years, and to judge by the disintegrating newspapers he’d found tacked up as draft excluders the building hadn’t been inhabited since the 80s. But why was the gas still connected? No electricity, far as he could tell without knocking more holes in the walls than he thought the place could take without crumbling, but the water was still running.

Those mysteries had come clearer after he found the first camera. It had been pretty well camouflaged by a dense cobweb that looked dyed black by half a century of city smog – fuck knew how the asshole had managed that. He’d never have spotted it if he hadn’t caught the whine of tiny servos or something when he passed it. He’d panicked, smashed the thing, torn around the building searching for more. As he bore down on the third, it spoke to him. “Hey Terminator, point’s taken. Quit breaking my stuff. Drop the others in the mailbox and I’ll have them picked up.” He had dropped them in the mailbox. But he’d taken a certain joy in crushing them as small as he could before he did so. Oops. Sorry, Stark. It made him itchy for a while to think of Stark having anything to do with his habitation – hadn’t he turned down a space at the compound because he wanted out of barracks controlled by someone else? But, fuck it, if the nerd had nothing better to do with his billions than pay Bucky’s bills he might as well let him. And now he was back, he didn’t fancy leaving.

This last week his resolve was being tested. It had started with the smell. He knew the odours of sweat and blood well enough, and he knew that neither had been coming from the back apartment when he left for work. He’d been back there, of course, on his initial homecoming perimeter check and again on his hunt for Stark’s bugs. The place had been as deserted as the rest of the building, inhabited by nothing more sinister than rats, roaches, and a few pigeons. He needed to check again. He also needed to stop and fucking think. He was half way over the sill before he remembered it had taken an hour’s scrubbing for him to get more than a bit of half-assed light through his own apartment’s grimy windows. From the outside? No chance. It would have to be the hallway.

With the generator humming and the wireless playing (somehow even now he struggled to think of it as the digital gadget it was), giving all the impression that he was still in his own apartment, he edged out into the hall. He winced at the minute change in the air pressure when he opened the door. But the only people likely to drop-by unannounced who would notice something like that would either have taken more care with their smell or would have said hi. Unless it was deliberate bait. Ten feet to the next door. A longer step over the cracked floorboard that had groaned ominously the first time he’d crossed it.

The smell of the intruder grew stronger as he approached the door. The ancient lock hadn’t given him much difficulty when he took his original look around but the door was heavy and he shifted it with care. He wished he’d thought to oil the hinges, or pulled the door right off them. Aging lino crackled silently beneath his feet. His own heartbeat filled his ears and gradually he remembered how to breathe and move, even blink, in time with it, aligning the sounds he made so anything that fell outside the rhythm would instantly draw his attention. He remained alone with the soundtrack of his own body.

He knew he was just short of silent as he passed from room to room, every sense trained for the least disturbance... so when the affronted pigeon erupted from behind the bathroom door raising a fetid cloud of feathers and dust, it took him effort not to swallow his own tongue. He tried to inhale as little as possible of the heavily pigeon-laced air while he let his heartrate settle and watched the bird panic at the narrow window until it finally burst out into the gathering evening gloom. The bird’s distress must have been audible to anyone else in the otherwise silent apartment but nothing and no-one stirred. He lowered his guard a degree as he made his way around the few other rooms. His search was thorough, every cupboard opened, the sparse remains of furniture eased away from the walls. No one.

The thought that it might have been his imagination haunted him from hall to kitchen. He shook the hair from his eyes and touched a cold wrist to his forehead, trying to remember exactly. The smell lingering in the hall. He was sure. Wasn’t he? He shivered. But the air in here felt disturbed, didn’t it? By more than a pigeon and his own cat-like steps? There was a taint on the air – garbage? He crossed, moving more quickly now, to the window that overlooked the alley and its tideless sea of detritus. The smell hit him harder as he stepped into the cold air that hung in front of the window. The glass was uncracked and no draft would be creeping around that deeply dirt-caked frame. He tested the sash. Grime and old paint wouldn’t resist him but it might hold out longer than the decrepit frame. A little more pressure. He hissed between his teeth when the window rose, barely sticking or rattling in its grooves.

He was crouched below the sill before conscious thought could catch up.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Dumbass.

How long had he been stood in full view of any of half a dozen rooftops and twice as many windows? Long enough for a whole squad of snipers to take their shots. Again he let his pulse regulate and raised his head a fraction. No one had shot. And as thorough a survey as he could make of the surrounding area, stopping to scrutinise every spot he would have selected for his own firing position, showed him nothing suspicious – not a movement or a shadow out of place. Nothing, in fact, to cause him concern. Until he drew his gaze back into the room, and down over the smear of blood on the peeling paper below the windowsill. He sank down. A knee had brushed the wall as the other leg lifted to the sill. And, yes, now he could see the pattern of new chips in the old paint where a foot had braced. He returned to the blood. A fair stain. The size of his palm. A significant wound, but not enough to keep the victim from climbing or to force them to staunch the blood with a hand. He gave the window another look as he closed it. No trace of a bloody fingerprint.

Bucky returned to his own apartment troubled. He could nail up the windows as he’d done downstairs. He had enough supplies for that, sure. From his seat where Winnie Barnes’ spotless kitchen table had once stood, he glanced at the stack of salvaged wood in his mom’s bedroom. She’d be spinning in her grave if he didn’t get it cleared out of there soon. And with a bit more work he could probably make the windows virtually unreachable by climbing too.

He picked up the M38 that stood on its stock beside him and began checking it over again. The thing was... He found himself picturing the boarded up back apartment – dark and silent rooms in which his neighbours had once laughed and rowed and rushed to get out the door for work. The thing was... that, if he forced whoever had gone to the trouble to climb into the second floor of his building to move off permanently, they were unlikely to lose interest. He would either have to hunt them down – so much for the quiet life – or he would be waiting for a bullet through the head or worse until they made themselves known one way or another. That didn’t exactly sound like a peaceful retirement either, did it? And the thing was... he’d felt his heart beating back there.

Whatever he did about apartment 4, he wasn’t as safe in here as he’d let himself believe for a while. That needed fixing tonight.

This was his last stop, rucksack already bulging. He heaped the coils of fishing line and bungee cords on the clerk’s desk. The guy’s eyebrows rose when Bucky dropped a couple of handfuls of personal attack alarms on top of the pile. “Stocking fillers. For my self-defence class,” he offered. His cheeks heated a little when the man glanced at the glossy and explicit calendar behind his shoulder which read “February” without offering the least apology for the embarrassment caused. Bucky followed its example and stared blankly, defying contradiction.

Supplies secured, he disregarded his fire escape and entered by his bedroom window, hauling his way up by the well-concealed handholds he’d made on his way out, scooping out lines of mortar with Vibranium fingertips. He paused on the windowsill to delicately pluck the rudimentary tripwire free and by-pass the edged weaponry that would otherwise have made a spirited attempt to ruin his good looks. He’d considered using a few grenades, but decided it wouldn’t be worth the clean-up. He had enough structural damage to repair around the building as it was. He did a quick round of the other possible entrances, but all were untouched, their makeshift defences untriggered. Finally, he wormed his way up inside the crumbling wall cavity to retrieve one or two personal items he hadn’t been able to leave on display to any sightseer or would-be hit squad but could also not carry freely around Brooklyn, his rifle chief amongst them. He’d read a couple of Stark’s James Bond novels when he’d been insufferably bored in the Tower. Why did that guy’s weapons all fit up a sleeve or his ass or something? When his requisitions came through the British civil service? Stark, SHIELD, and Hydra should all be fucking embarrassed to be lagging so far behind.

With the limited supplies he’d had on hand, protecting his personal domain had taken precedence. Once he’d made a more professional job of his fortifications, he loaded up some materials and headed back into the corridor. And stopped.

Something was on the floor outside of number four. Something whose colour and life stood out in the dingy shadows. He went closer and looked down at the leafy plant in its bright striped pot, its three white trumpet-like flowers gazing right back at him. Surely, only a lunatic or a child could like a combination of sunflower yellow, electric blue, and that alarmingly neon pink? A folded paper dropped as he picked up the plant. The handwriting inside was almost as childish as the colour scheme, printed in biro comfortably rounded and neat – something about it made Bucky momentarily picture the writer’s tongue poking out between their teeth as they worked.

“Hey neighbour, sorry if I bothered you this afternoon.

Got you a housewarming present as an apology. Hope you like it!”

It was unsigned, though they’d made no apparent attempt to disguise their handwriting. He glared at the door. It hung slightly askew, and would do – of course – until he was done with the repairs to his own place and made a start on the rest of the apartments. Well, if he was honest with himself, he’d have to get started on his own apartment first of all. Nothing stirred beyond the door. He tucked the note back into the pot and went thoughtfully back up the corridor. He found the plant a spot by a window and stood staring at it for a full minute, waiting for an explosion or maybe some kind of toxic spore cloud – though maybe the latter was kind of cartoonish even for his usual enemies. The plant did nothing sinister. Its dark glossy leaves shone slightly in the light of the sunset.

Bucky took his M38 up to the roof with him that evening and stayed low for a few minutes, circling in a crouch and checking out his surroundings, but in the end the distant roar of the city lulled him just as it always had. On his third circuit, he touched his fingertips to the chimney stack where he and Steve had scraped their initials, taking turns with Bucky’s new penknife. Smog and pigeons had done their best to obliterate the deep, angular “JBB” and the lighter, neater “SGR”, but Bucky had done his best to restore them the first time he’d come back up here. They’d huddled together against the stack for warmth, watching the stars and hoping Stevie’s dad wouldn’t turn up to drag him home this time, Bucky’s arm usually wrapped round his best friend’s skinny shoulders to stop him shivering.

He’d dismantled the lower part of the fire escape after his search for the intruder but when it came time to remove their old route to temporary freedom... no, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Fuck it, anyway – anyone determined enough to get onto his roof, with no way to cover the first twenty feet, wouldn’t be put off by a little thing like a missing fire escape. So, he wondered as he settled down with his back to the long-cold chimney and let his gaze wander out over the Hudson, who would got to so much trouble to infiltrate his safe house, just to leave a smear of blood and a goddamn house plant? “Neighbour”? If they were a local, why had he never had any inkling of someone interested in the place? He’d been vigilant enough. Passers-by mostly treated the condemned and wire-fenced pile as though it wasn’t even there. Like it was as invisible to them as it was irrelevant. Just a relic. Hah. A ghost story.

A last glimpse of the sunset flashed off his fingers. He rolled his shoulders and hissed between his teeth. It was bad tonight, but he would have to do without the pills. If there was still someone prowling around he wouldn’t risk being caught sleeping too deeply. He eased his left shoulder; knotted scar tissue stretched like exposed sinew, raw as a live wire. No, he wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. No fear on that score. He tapped his knuckles against the wall and knocked free a triangle of cement. He bounced it on his palm. He and Steve had thrown so many of these it was a wonder there was any building left. Steve’s had almost always fallen short of any mark he chose, of course, though Buck had sworn blind he’d seen them hit more than once when his buddy’s spirits needed a lift. Hundreds had dropped into the alley below, sometimes raising angry shouts that sent them laughing into cover before anyone could spot their faces silhouetted overhead. The fragment exploded into dust against a raised air vent three buildings over and Bucky grinned to himself as he swung over the edge of the roof and returned home.

For @heretherebewolves, my inspiration.

#written by Bug #actual writing #fanfiction #fandom: marvel #Bucky Barnes #Rating: T #fandomfreebingo #seasonaldelightsbingo #languageofflowersbingo #fluffbruary #multifandomflash #round 1 #day 2 Engagement/Scent/Jam #day 16 Neighbour/Desire/Horse

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blackwood4stucky · 2 months

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something in the way | aspen blackwood

series: the call of darkness

james "bucky" barnes x steve rogers | mcu

🆃 | word count: 1777 | complete

tags: alternate universe, bucky barnes centric, creature, blood

synopsis: Bucky realizes that something is amiss.

bingo fills + event prompts

@anyfandomangstbingo | psychotic behavior

@anyfandomdarkbingo | eating disorder

a year in review by tainted souls server

danse macabre: the dance of death | creature feature

@buckybarnesevents: connect 4 - into an alternate june-iverse [c4013] | c2: vampire

@fandom-free-bingo: flight edition | free use

@killacharacterbingo | revenge

@multifandom-flash: round 1 [1088] | free space

@stuckybingo [5080] | deja vu all over again [feb adoptable]

snippet: "They say that idle minds are the devil’s playground. That idle hands are his workshop and idle lips, his mouthpiece. Whoever coined such a saying was correct. Bucky’s mind is the devil’s playground, for all he hears are whispers about his true self. Bucky’s hands are his workshop, for all they do is kill and kill and kill. Bucky’s lips are his mouthpiece, for all they crave is the feeling of human flesh against them. A mouthpiece that holds a tongue that desires the taste of human blood, the strongest muscle in the body that leads to a throat that thirsts for the life essence of so many. But why? Why is he like this?"

read: ao3 | ffn | sqwa

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#marvel fanfiction #anyfandomdarkbingo #anyfandomangstbingo #connect 4 #into the june-iverse #fandomfreebingo #flight edition #multifandom flash #killacharacterbingo #stucky bingo #stucky bingo round 5 #creature #vampire #blood #something in the way #darkling fics #fantastical tales #loosely written #writeblr

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voiceoffenrisulfr · 1 month

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The Real Winter Soldier, Part Two

Winter is restless and needy, and takes advantage of having the Lieutenant's private number. Prompts met; ‘Accidental Pornomancer’ - @multifandom-flash (Beehive); ‘It’s a little bit nipply out’ (Alternate), ‘Drunk-Sexting’ – The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, and Deep (@darcylewisbingohq); ‘Denial’, ‘Drunken Confession’, ‘Playing With Their Hair’ – @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition); “Shut up and take your pants off.” – @anyfandomgoesbingo Kink Edition. CW: Smut, Breeding kink, Dom/Sub dynamic

Read below or on AO3 here. Brooklyn-themed divider by our talented partner, @unfortunate-beetle-and-friends <3

It took less than a week for me to make use of the eleven digits that had been scrawled on the back of my unused questionnaire.

I’d started staring at it only two days later. He’d caught my wrist as I’d gone to leave, pulling himself half-upright to meet my gaze, slipping the sheet of paper from the side table and into my hand.

“Let’s do this again. Off the clock.”

I’d left it in my jacket for those two days, hanging on the back of the door, my fingers brushing the leather thoughtfully each time I passed. It then graduated to my kitchen counter, and then to my coffee table. It was there that I sat with it between my forearms, one hand curled around my eighth glass of Asgardian ale, the other clutching my cell phone uncertainly.

I’d told myself time and again that visiting Innominate – that casual sex in general - was a one-time thing. I told myself I’d never so much as look at his number again, let alone key it into my phone.

It was around the sixth glass of the liquor intended for gods that began to strip away my denial, right along with my sober restraint.

Exhaling shakily, I pulled my cell closer, not needing to spare a glance at the sheet to type in the numbers – I’d spent enough time staring at the scratchy script that I now knew the digits better than my own.

‘Ready for round two?’

I could only stare uselessly at the screen as seconds ticked into minutes, my despair mounting as it neared half an hour of silence.

Has he changed his mind? Did I wait too long – does he regret giving me his number now? Was I such a disappointment that-

My cell buzzed in my hand and I jerked in surprise, the motion sending my phone skidding over the wood and me scrabbling after it.

‘God, yes. But I’m working until 6am. I can come by after. Does that work for you?’

A fizz of anticipation and anxiety settled immediately in my lower abdomen, a grin plastered across my face as I typed out my response.

‘Yes.’

‘Yes what, Soldier?’

Shivering with delight, I pressed my thighs together instinctively, closing my eyes for a heartbeat before replying.

‘Yes, Lieutenant.’

We texted throughout the night as the alcohol left my system, interrupted only once by him being requested by a patron. Despite myself, a bubble of jealousy sat in my chest, knowing he was busy with someone else. It was his job, and it wasn’t like we had any specific attachment to one another that gave me any right to an opinion about his occupation.

It was only a job, after all.

But that revelation sent me down an entirely new spiral – was I just a job? He’d given me his personal number – but who’s to say he didn’t do that with everyone? Maybe he did the job simply for the joy of it, and not for the money, so was just as willing to do it for free?

Why the hell did I message him?

My phone lit up in front of me, and I glanced at it uncertainly, my anxiety now outweighing my excitement without the alcohol to buoy me.

‘I’m leaving work. I’ll be there in twenty minutes… Use the time to decide what exactly it is you want me to do to you. I want you squirming and soaked by the time I arrive.’

A soft whine crept between my teeth at his authoritative manner, and I obeyed without thinking, my breath steadying with the freedom given through obeying orders. Having a plan set for me – a preordained way to proceed – quieted my mind, my head reclining as my eyes closed.

I was disturbed from my daydreams by a soft rapping at my door, sending me scrabbling to my feet in excited panic.

He was stood with one hand in his jeans pocket, a jacket slung over his shoulder and a cocky smile on his face. “Hello again, Soldier,” he purred, stepping closer, eyes locked on mine intensely. “It’s a bit nipply out here… Are you going to let me in, or do I need to make you?”

I smirked briefly at the term before my mouth dried at the threat, the dampness accumulated between my thighs from my fantasies of him pinning me to the bed and making me scream immediately intensifying, and I blushed shyly as I stepped aside, waving a hand theatrically and earning a grin.

He turned to me the moment the door was closed, a light hand on my throat pinning me to the wood. “I saw you on the news yesterday,” he muttered, free hand tenderly tracing the fading bruise on my cheekbone. “I…. Was worried.”

I chuckled in surprise, trembling slightly under his touch. “About little old me? I’m honoured,” I hummed, straining infinitesimally against his grip, but he didn’t return my smile.

“You need to be more careful,” he growled, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Can’t have my pretty boy getting marked up by anyone but me – do you understand?” A weak nod earned me another grin, his lips grazing over my jaw lightly. “Did you do as I told you to, pet?”

“I- yes, Sir,” I stammered weakly, whimpering aloud when his thigh nudged between my legs, eliciting a pleased hum.

“Well? What is it that you fantasised about? What got you wet and squirming for me?” he breathed, fingers curling in the waistband of my sweatpants teasingly.

With a shallow gulp, I let my hips be pulled closer, shivering when his curious touch reached the edge of my boxers. “N- nothing too… Wild. I- I mostly just thought about you fucking me… Pinning me down, making me scream…”

With a soft groan of resignation, he flattened me to the door, his hands firm on my body as he dragged my shirt free.

“Don’t you ever make me wait again,” he muttered, lips finding my throat as his fingers delved deeper, hovering a half-inch from my wetness.

I blushed shyly as my head fell back of its own accord, a low whine rumbling in my chest. “I-I wasn’t sure if I was... If it was just work, or...”

My skin itched as he paused, drawing back to meet my gaze. “Just work? No. I have a job – one I love – but I’ve never pursued a client for my own interests. Not until you.”

I felt my cheeks heat further, one hand snaking up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. “That’s a relief... Though I’m surprised I’m so special.”

He laughed, hand finally dipping lower to glide along my wetness, making me gasp softly. “I prefer unique, Snowflake.” I could only nod and rut against his palm, desperate for him to press between my folds and offer some form of friction- something, anything to press against. He smirked at my evident neediness, one fingertip finding my clit and tapping lightly, groaning when my nails tightened against his skin. “Oh, look how wet you are, sweet boy... All from thinking about me bending you over and using you like a fuck doll, hm?”

With a whimper, I nodded, breath hiccupping in my chest as his lips skimmed mine. “Yes- God, yes, Sir... I-I’ve been thinking about the things you did to me since the moment I left – barely been able to leave the room for squirming...”

A shiver went down my spine as he finally kissed me deeply, fingers probing at my slick pussy expertly, my knees weakening. “Is that right, my sweet boy? I hope you weren’t touching this pretty cunt without permission...”

Stammering, I bit my lip, eyes closing at the delicious teasing between my legs. “I-I... O-once. I couldn’t help myself, Lieutenant. I’m sorry...”

With a soft growl, he nipped at my pulse, drawing his hand back once more. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear your excuses. Get your pants off and get on the bed.” I felt my face pale minutely, uncertainly, but he offered me a subtle wink and a kiss to my cheek, his fingertips caressing my jaw. “Don’t worry, sweet Snowflake,” he breathed, “I’m not mad.”

Relieved, I shimmied quickly from my sweatpants, flopping on my back on the sheets and stretching my hands high over my head, purring luxuriously. His tongue darted out over his lips as he took me in, and I felt my body tingle under his gaze.

“Keep going. Slowly,” he added as my hands moved to the hem of my shirt. Obediently, I lessened my pace, arching to allow the cotton to clear hipbones, then ribs, then finally pass over my head. His eyes moving over me sent jolts of electricity through my bones, but he held up a hand when I reached for my boxers. “Wait.” He moved to sit beside me, pressing my knees to my chest, running a palm over the exposed, damp fabric between my legs and earning a quiet whimper. “Okay… Continue.”

I felt vulnerable as I fumbled beneath me, pulling my waistband over the curve of my ass and along my thighs. No sooner had the material cleared my shins than I yelped in surprise, his tongue firm as it trailed along my dripping slit. His hand tangled in my underwear, using the fabric to pin my legs in place, squeezed together and flush to my torso as his mouth explored his offered reward. I could only squirm and whine, body jerking frantically in a desperate attempt to press myself closer to him – a sharp slap applied to my ass for my efforts.

“Still.”

I whimpered again, unable to stop wriggling under him, and a whine escaped my clenched teeth when he drew back. “N-no! Don’t- I need you to- Please, Lieutenant…”

He shifted to my side, pushing my legs down, my boxers pinned under his foot holding me fast. “You were told to be still, and you weren’t. I should punish you for you for your disobedience…” Leaning closer, he trailed his lips along my jaw, purring. “And my name is Greg. Gregor Tyne. I want you sobbing it when I finally let you come for me, Snowflake.”

Greg.

Lieutenant Tyne.

I was still grinning to myself when he moved, kneeling beside my head and fumbling with his belt. “Open that pretty mouth. You’re gonna suck my cock – and if you do well, I’ll fuck you through this mattress, just like you wanted.” My lips parted automatically, one hand shifting to help him free his hard length from its confinement, swallowing at the sight before me. His fingertips skimmed my cheek, finding my jaw to tip my head up to meet his gaze. “It’s okay,” he breathed quietly, his eyes soft. “I’ve got you. I’ll talk you through it.”

Nodding slowly, I shifted closer, letting his leaking tip slip into my mouth slowly and earning a ragged exhale for my efforts. His fingers moved to tangle in my hair, guiding me patiently along his length until he nudged the back of my throat, making me gag instinctively. “Swallow,” he murmured, and my eyes closed in pleasure as I obeyed and he used the rolling muscle movement to slide deeper inside me.

He sat there for a moment, his body quivering under the strain of his motionlessness, before slowly pulling back, letting me breathe hard before pressing forward once more. Over and over he thrust carefully into my throat, always gentle with me, his pace building only minutely as passion threatened to overcome his restraint.

I relished the taste of him on my tongue, his cock in my throat driving every other thought from my mind, a muffled whimper resounding around him as his fingers found me once more. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” he purred, leaning closer, bent over my head as he slowly pressed two fingertips inside me. “Just lay here squirming, begging for your Lieutenant to come back and make you feel good…” A snatched gasp and a frantic nod had him grinning, his digits curling inside me to make my body tremble. “I wonder how messy you can get for me, my sweet boy… I’m used to a life at sea, you know.”

My spine arched as he worked himself deeper, eyes widening in ecstasy and surprise as he brushed against a spot inside me that had my muscles clenching desperately, but only served to make him smirk. “Just there, Snowflake? … Hm… I think that’s it, isn’t it? That’s how we make my little pet soak his sheets…”

He drew back to let me pant raggedly, a rough whine torn from my flushed lips. “Y- Oh, God, I- It’s too good, I- I can’t- I-”

His hand found my throat as he pinned me to the sheets, hand working me harder. “Give it to me, Soldier. Give me everything you have. I want every fucking inch of you. You’re mine now, do you hear me?” Another nod, and he leant down to kiss me, his own throbbing arousal forgotten as he make me whimper and convulse. “Let it go, Snowflake.”

A frantic cry escaped me as my body released, and I felt my face flame as my pussy flooded around his digits, the unmistakable sound of liquid on cotton filling the room as I gushed over my sheets. But he gave me no respite, plunging his hand back inside me as soon as he could, only drawing out to let me soak the bed ever further. Again, and again, until I was shaking desperately, muscles twitching, fingers clinging to the bedding in a futile attempt to keep myself grounded.

And then he leant down to kiss me gently, chuckling at my ragged breathing. “Good?”

“Fuck-” I rasped, hands shifting to instead grasp at him, tangling in his shirt and dragging at it needily. “More. More, please. Fuck me. Please, fuck me.”

His face grew serious and he pulled me closer, his mouth on mine moving to an urgency that made my nerves sing. I found myself straddling his hips, his cock pressed against me imploringly, and all it took was a short nod on my behalf for him to sheath himself inside me, his hands on my waist pulling me down to take me deeply. A satisfied, starved groan rattled in my chest as he rocked me atop him, grinding me against him fluidly, his thumb finding my clit as he kept himself earth-shatteringly joined with me.

My nails scraped down his chest, earning me a hiss of pained pleasure at the crimson lines marring his skin, eternally tanned from a life on the ocean. “Are you trying to mark me, pet?” he muttered, head falling back as he lifted me easily on his length. I hadn’t chance to respond before he jerked me back down, fingers digging harder into his flesh at the vulnerability. “You belong to me – not the other way around. Do you hear me?”

My lips parted to quip back, but he held me still and snapped his hips up, making me yelp in pleasure, any argument dying as he set up a fierce, consuming pace. “Yes- Oh, God, yes. Yours.”

“Mine,” he growled, his own nails pricking my skin as he slammed harder against me, my hands finding his taut bicep for purchase as my muscles trembled. “That’s it, boy. Give it to me. I’m not done with you yet.”

A desperate yowl escaped me as I felt myself flood atop him, the Lieutenant drawing out just long enough to let my juices soak him with a soft groan before shifting to pin me to the mattress, my wrists in one of his strong hands while the other stroked my clit. “Plea- fuck- I-”

“Come for me, pet. Make that pretty pussy come all over my cock, and I’ll fill you up, just like you want.” Another nod, and he growled, kissing me deeply. “Beg for it. Beg for my come, Snowflake.”

“Please!” I gasped, back arching. “Please, I-I need it, I need you, please- come in me, please-” I cut myself off with a whimper, and he slowed, one eyebrow raised.

“What?” he pressed, hand stilling where he stroked me, and I whined, attempting to rut on his length and chase my impending release, but he stretched my arms higher, pinning me to the bed and earning a frantic sob. “Say it.”

“B-Breed me,” I stammered, blushing, unable to deny my pussy clenching tighter around him at my words.

He paled, just a little, glancing down. “I thought you couldn’t-”

I kissed him deeply, grasping at his shoulders needily. “I can’t. It’s just…”

“A fantasy,” he purred, nodding, slowly increasing his pace. “You want me to stuff this cute little cunt with my come? Make you good and fat with my babies, hm?” I mewled despite myself, fingers grasping frantically at nothing as I fought to contain myself. “Do you think you deserve my come in your pussy, pet? Think you deserve to get bred like the whore you are? D’y-” He cut himself off with a guttural groan as my back arched, a wail building in my chest as he unmade me, refocusing his efforts on pounding into me as my climax overtook me, my cry building to a deafening sob, all but thrashing beneath him as every muscle in my body clenched and quivered.

“Yes- fuck! Yessir, Yes L-Lieutenant Tyne, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He groaned as he buried himself inside me, his fingers digging desperately into the flesh of my wrist as he rested his forehead against my shoulder, shuddering violently before drawing back to kiss me lightly.

“So… Breeding.”

I turned crimson and shrugged, trailing my fingertips over his bare, sweat-damp chest. “It was a surprise to me, too,” I defended, and he laughed, pulling me closer, one hand teasing the tangled strands of my hair from my cheek.

“Hey- I’m not complaining. Breeding the infamous Winter Soldier… I’m honoured,” he replied seriously, and I blushed deeper as he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “… Can I see you again?”

“I must be a good lay, after all the experience you’ve had,” I chuckled, then felt myself pale. “Wait- no, I-I didn’t mean- I-”

He simply laughed, shaking his head fondly, and tugged me nearer still. “You’re exceptional – between the sheets and out of them,” he replied softly, his fingertips tracing my jawbone. “Actually… I’d quite like to take you on a date. Or… At least… Watch a movie, or something, if you don’t want to go out. Do something other than fuck. Not just fuck,” he added, grinning, and kissed me tenderly. “I’d still very much like fucking you to be in there somewhere.”

Snorting, I rolled my eyes, leaning against his chest with a contented sigh. “A date it is, Lieutenant.”

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Fandom-Free Bingo | Challenge

Hey, this is my “Fandom-Free Bingo Frosty Edition”-Masterlist, hosted by @fandom-free-bingo.

I will fill the squares from time to time, but when you have ideas/wishes/requests let me know and don’t hesitate to write it in my ask-box.

The oneshots could include Fluff, Smut and Angst, please read the warnings before you read the oneshot. You’re responsible when you decide to read it. But when you do have fun reading it.

In my main Masterlist you can find the characters I write for, I will include some more in a while. I work with a taglist, if you want me to tag you then let me know there.

N.t for no title yet, n.o for no character yet.

Divider made by @firefly-graphics.

Fluff ❤️ | Smut 🔥 | Angst 🍂 | Dark: 🖤

B1 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: Whumper turned Whumpee

B2 | Already Mine Part two | Bucky Barnes | ❤️🔥🍂

Prompt: Stripped

After the first time together and the confessing of your feelings the two are in a relationship. When the morning sickness starts and your period isn’t there in time you do a pregnancy test.

B3 | Late night conversations | Bucky Barnes | ❤️🍂

Prompt: “I couldn’t sleep.”

When you go to the roof you didn’t know Bucky would be there as well. You join him and the tension between you two leads to conversation you didn’t know you would have with Bucky.

B4 | Already Mine | Bucky Barnes | 🔥

Prompt: Multiple orgasms

Bucky and you are fake dating for a mission, when the two of you are out for dinner you tell him about your planned date with someone. But Bucky isn’t really happy about it and makes sure to show you that you’re already his.

B5 | Be quiet | Andy Barber | 🔥

Prompt: Semi-private sex

Andy and his colleagues go out for dinner and you are allowed to join them. But before you are there your Husband shows you a new toy he bought for you. So you’re sitting in the restaurant with your husband, his colleagues, a vibrator stuck between your walls and Andy has the remote for the little toy.

I1 | Alpha and Omega | Steve Rogers

Prompt: Nipple play

You give your Alpha the first taste of your talented tongue.

I2 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: Exes hook up

I3 | Adoption Part 2 | Steve Rogers | ❤️

Prompt: Shoulder kisses

After Eva asked Steve to adopt her and he happily said yes, you’re inside with your friends and family to finally tell them about the adoption.

I4 | ‘Til the end of the line | Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | ❤️🍂

Prompt: Whumper turned Caretaker

After another sleepless night and some stories about Steve and Bucky, they find him and Bucky can confess the feelings he has for Steve.

I5 | Dinner, Flirt and Jealousy | Bucky Barnes | 🔥

Prompt: Clumsy flirting

Steve likes to flirt with you, but you always feel Bucky looking at you when his best friend is near you. When he has the change during a dinner to have you for himself, he confesses his feelings and makes you his.

N1 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: Love letters

N2 | The Winter Soldier | Bucky Barnes

Prompt: Tracing scars

The Winter Soldier is often in lab with you for new experiments for the super soldier serum. But this time you talk, about him and about your feelings.

N3 | Treated like a queen | Bucky Barnes| ❤️🍂

Prompt: Soulmate is best friend

Steve cheated on you, and even when he tries to apologise, you can’t look at him the same way after knowing he just fucked someone else. Luckily your best friend is always there and knows how to treat his doll right.

N4 | Rainy day | Andy Barber | ❤️

Prompt: “I’m not going anywhere.”

It’s a rainy day and when your fiancé comes home from work he just wants to cuddle with you.

N5 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: Exploitation

G1 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: Hairs standing up on the back of your neck

G2 | Dick pic | Bucky Barnes | 🔥

Prompt: Wiping away tears

Bucky really wants your attention, and with his bratty side he always knows how to get it, even when he gets punished and isn’t allowed to touch you while you edge him.

G3 | Candy Canes | Bucky Barnes | ❤️

Prompt: “Like I said - I love you.”

Bucky wants to make candy canes with you but while you two make them he confesses his feelings for you.

G4 | Favourite Food | Steve Rogers | ❤️

Prompt: Hidden wound

Steve comes home from his mission, which wasn’t as successfully as they hoped and you prepare his favourite food to comfort him.

G5 | Workouts | Bucky Barnes | 🔥

Prompt: Firefighter AU

You can’t get enough of Bucky’s glistening body after a workout.

O1 | His first taste of you | Bucky Barnes | 🔥🖤

Prompt: “Do you think you’re clever?”

Bucky knows all about you, and now he has finally the chance to make you his and get his first taste of your pretty cunt.

O2 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: Bodyguard AU

O3 | n. T. | n. C.

Prompt: Held for Ransom

O4 | My subby Alpha | Bucky Barnes | 🔥

Prompt: Pinned down

Your Alpha needs you really bad and you know exactly how he likes it the most.

O5 | Sick day | Steve Rogers | ❤️

Prompt: “Say please.”

You’re sick and Steve makes sure to bring you everything you need to feel better.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months

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His innocent assistant | Part 2

PAIRING | Tony Stark x Lab Assistent!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 4.8K

SUMMARY | Tony enjoys taking you to his parties as his date since he loves to show off his sweet, innocent assistant to everyone willing to hear about you. This time, however, the party doesn't go entirely to plan as he finds you flirting with none other than the God of Mischief himself, and jealousy takes over his entire being.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Innocent Reader, use of nickname (Princess, Gorgeous), jealous Tony

SMUT | Daddy kink, breeding kink, hair pulling, dirty talk, backscratching, lots of praise, lots of hickies, nipple play, oral (F&M receiving) 69, facesitting, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), rough sex, multiple orgasms, aftercare.

A/N | This one-shot is written based on this request by @ccbsrmsf1. From the moment you thought of this idea, I couldn't let it go, and I'm very happy with how it turned out! This GIF you provided is also heaven, and it took me way longer than necessary to finish this because I kept going back to stare at it! The story can be read as a follow-up to part 1 or a standalone one-shot. I'm forever thankful for the sweet, wonderful, and amazing @ccbsrmsf1 who has proofread this story. 🩷

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Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | Part 1

Everyone knows Tony's parties are exceptional - each more than the last - and it is always one of your favorite evenings when you get to accompany him as his date. There is never money saved on the lavish evenings, which also goes for your outfit. Tony has picked the perfect dress this time, and you're excited to wear it.

The dark green fabric drapes around your body beautifully, highlighting your curves just the way you like, and it makes you feel like the most beautiful Princess ever to walk the face of the earth. You're still determining how he does it, but Tony gets you a gown that fits you like a glove each time, and you enjoy being spoiled by him.

When your hair and make-up are done, you look in the mirror. Your nails match your dress, and the make-up is light to give your dress all the attention it deserves. The color compliments your skin, and when Tony arrives to pick you up for the party, he has to pick his jaw from the floor first.

"Look at you, Princess, you look amazing tonight," he purrs in your ear, his hands on your waist and squeezing very gently. The compliment lights a fire inside you, and you smile even wider as your eyes meet his in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"Thank you, Daddy, you picked a perfect dress for me!" you tell him excitedly before turning around and pulling him into a tight hug. He can feel his cock twitch as you call him 'Daddy,' which has become more natural to you now. He has to try not to rip the fabric off you to have his fill of you right here and now, so he is genuinely testing his patience.

Only one more night until he tells you how he truly feels about you. There is only one more night to get through before he can finally tell you what has been on his mind for a while now. With one last deep breath, he shows you his biggest smile as well before leading you away from the mirror and into the car waiting outside for the two of you.

After Tony has helped you into the car, you take your place, sighing when you're finally comfortable and ready to go. After a long week of work, you're looking forward to the party, just letting go for a few hours and crashing at Tony's apartment like you've done countless times before.

''When we get there, we have to walk the red carpet first, Princess," Tony tells you, and you nod happily.

Usually, taking photos isn't your favorite activity, but you will enjoy it with your appearance tonight. The outfit is stunning, and you can't wait to show everyone how much of a princess you are tonight.

As soon as you arrive, Tony speeds out of the car to help you out of the car as well, and you can see almost everyone is already at the party. As the host, he always likes to be 'fashionably late' as he calls it.

"Let's go, Princess, it's your time to shine on the carpet," Tony whispers before leading you to the long, bright red fabric on the floor, constantly stopping to take photos, always with Tony close by. Taking pictures is alright tonight, especially with how Tony has dressed you.

When the photos are finally over, you head inside, walking over to the bar to get a drink when you get stopped by Natasha and Wanda - dressed in black and red, respectively - their signature colors complimenting their hair and make-up perfectly.

"Girl, you look like the belle of the ball tonight!" Natasha says as she pulls you in for a hug. Out of all the Avengers, you have liked her most, as she is the girlfriend you have always wished to have. She doesn't treat you like you're 'dumb' or less than her; she accepts your innocence without looking down on you.

"Thank you so much! Tony got this beautiful dress for me, and I feel like a princess tonight," you tell her, and you feel his fingers digging slightly into your side. After a few more compliments and pleasantries, Tony takes you to the bar for a much-needed drink.

When you're there, he is suddenly pulled away for some business with Bruce, and you look around the party, spotting some of the other Avengers, too. Steve and Bucky are in a darker corner of the bar, and you wave at them. They politely give you a wave and a large smile in return.

When you decide to walk around and see if there's anyone else you could talk to for a little while, you're suddenly stopped by a dark-haired, slender man with a dark green suit that looks perfect against his pale skin.

"Hi, Loki! It's been a long time since I've seen you. How are you?" you ask as he pulls you in for a hug, which you happily reciprocate.

"I'm even better now that I've run into you! Your body is beautiful now that it's adorned with my signature color, Gorgeous," Loki says in a smooth tone, making you preen a little at his words. He's always been a charmer toward you; it makes you feel good when he tells you these things.

"You look good too, Loki," you tell him as you sip your drink, letting the liquid warm you from the inside out. He keeps the conversation going for a while, asking about your work as he talks about life on Asgard, too, as it has always fascinated you.

"Do you want to visit our palace sometime, Gorgeous? You'll fit right in there between all the royalty that lives there," Loki tells you, and you let out an excited squeal. When he hears this, Tony turns his head towards you, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he sees the two of you.

You don't notice it as you look his way and smile at him, and he smiles back at you before sending a death stare toward Loki. He gives him a mischievous look in return before turning back to you.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to visit there? I mean, I don't want to overstep or anything!" you ask, and when he confirms it's okay, you smile broadly at the thought of being able to visit Asgard with Loki. The entire time, Tony keeps an eye on you and is close enough to hear every word you two exchange.

It doesn't take long before Tony excuses himself to come and see what you are up to, and that's when Loki decides to lay it on even thicker with the flirting.

"Have I told you that there is not a single star in the universe that shines as bright as you? With your beautiful smile, and-" is all he can say before Tony makes his way over, having enough of Loki flirting with his girl.

"Can I talk to you for a moment, Princess? Something important came up in the lab, and I need your help," Tony says sweetly before sending you on your way, even though nothing is happening there. If there were, you would have gotten a notification on your phone, and you look at it to be sure, but there's nothing.

The second you're out of earshot, Tony turns back to Loki, who's just giving him an amused smile.

"The next time you even think about pulling a stunt like this again, I'm going to kill you, Laufeyson," Tony growls, his dark brown eyes looking angry at the God in front of him.

"I'm looking forward to it, Stark. Now go get your girl; she must be waiting for you in the lab," Loki says, and Tony quickly turns around before maneuvering his way through the crowd to get to you. Seeing you with Loki has uprooted some feelings he has tried to push away for a long time, but he can't deny them any longer.

"Princess, wait!" he says as you step into the elevator, ready to take the ride down to Tony's lab - and your working area. As you stand in the opening of the elevator, you turn around to see Tony running towards you.

"Can we talk? I need to tell you something, and I really can't wait any longer to tell you this," he says between pants, catching his breath as you step into the elevator together, but he doesn't push any buttons, instead letting the doors close behind you so it's just you and him.

"What's wrong, Daddy? Did something bad happen in the lab?" you ask with furrowed brows, worry starting to settle in your stomach as he looks at you with the most beautiful, deep brown eyes you've ever seen. Now that he's this close to you, you can't help but take a good look at him.

"Nothing happened in the lab, Princess; it was just something I said to get you out of there without raising any suspicion," he tells you, and even though you feel a little hurt at his words, you quickly forgive him. If there's one person you can never be mad at, it's Tony.

"I- I don't know where to start..." Tony starts as he rubs his neck with his hand, looking at the floor as he gathers his thoughts. Now that he will confess his feelings, he's unsure how to say the words. They're getting caught in his throat and won't come out.

"It's okay, Daddy; you know you can tell me everything, right?" you say as you step to him, taking his face in your hands and lifting it to your soothing eyes. You give him a small smile, which he returns before taking a deep breath, gathering every last bit of courage he can muster.

"I- I have feelings for you, Princess. At first, the feelings were only physical, but they have grown to be more. I can't stop thinking about you. I even dream about you, and it's taking over every second of every day," he tells you, but you're not entirely sure what he's talking about. You think about him often, and sometimes you also dream about Tony.

"I do that too, Tony; it's okay. There's nothing to be ashamed of! I even dreamt about you last night!" you tell him excitedly, and Tony chuckles at your innocence. You're not dumb, far from it even, but you're just very innocent when it comes to these things, and it warms his heart each time.

"No, Princess, I think you're not getting what I'm telling you. What I mean is that- well- I'm in love with you more than I've ever been with anyone. I get butterflies in my stomach each time you say good morning or when our fingers brush when you hand me my coffee," he tells you, a deep blush on his cheeks as he tells you these things.

"I love you, Princess, and I want you to be mine. I want to call you my girlfriend, fall asleep with you in my arms each night, and make breakfast for you in the mornings. I want to go on dates and take long vacations to the other side of the world. I want to kiss you whenever, and I want you, Princess. Above all else, I want you more than I can ever explain," Tony finishes his confessions. That's when he notices the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes.

This is the first time someone has ever told you this instead of hanging out with you for sex, and it is warming your heart. Finally, someone sees you for the woman who you are inside, and it's all you ever wanted and more.

"I love you too, Tony," is all that leaves your mouth in a whisper before you lean in to kiss his lips, sealing in the love confession you have just exchanged. Your lips move together in a sweet, soft pace that has both your hearts beating faster, your bodies slowly inching towards one another until your chests are touching.

The moment you move away to get some air, you already miss the feeling of his lips on yours, wishing the moment lasted forever. Instead of physically pushing the elevator button, Tony orders JARVIS to lead the elevator to his penthouse, as he doesn't want to let you go anymore. Now that you're his, he's not letting you out of his grasp again.

As soon as you and Tony are in his beautiful penthouse overlooking the Manhattan skyline, one of your favorite sights to see. You're often in front of your bedroom window as you admire the view, but that's nothing compared to the sight up here.

"Do you like what you see, Princess?" Tony asks as he comes to stand behind you. You're standing in front of his huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, marveling at the sight. As you keep looking outside, Tony lets his hands glide over your bare arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

"Yeah, it's beautiful at night," you whisper as Tony lets the fabric of your dress glide off your shoulders, baring your entire top half to him. As soon as the cool air of the room hits your exposed flesh, your nipples pebble instantly, and your eyes shut as a shudder runs down your spine.

"Look at you, already so responsive for me," Tony says as a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. It doesn't take long before the rest of your dress is also on the floor, and you're standing in front of him in nothing but a pair of lacy panties and your heels.

An appreciative sound leaves his lips as he takes in your figure in the window, the reflection giving him the perfect sight. His hands roam a little more over your body before finding your hard nipples, letting his fingers ghost over them before softly rolling and tugging to get the small moans out of you he loves so much.

"That's it, Princess, let Daddy make you feel good," he whispers as you give yourself to him and his touches. Your hands are clenched in fists by your side, and your thighs are rubbing together to give yourself some relief as your panties are dampening more and more each second.

"D-Daddy," you whimper, and Tony feels his hard cock twitch against the fabric of his jeans, the zipper digging into his flesh. He keeps stimulating your nipples for a little longer before carefully pulling his hands away, making you whine softly at the loss of his touch.

"Don't worry, Princess, if you come with me to the bedroom, I will make you feel so good you'll forget just about anything but my name," Tony says, which excites you a lot. You practically run to his bedroom, and Tony can't help but chuckle, his gaze locked on the way your butt jiggles as you take each step.

It doesn't take long for Tony to appear in the bedroom, his jacket, tie, and shirt long gone, and his pants already open as he walks over to you on the bed. The brown in his eyes is almost completely gone as the lust has taken over, a smirk on his lips as he looks at you. This look has you feeling warm all over and your panties dampening even more until they're practically soaked through.

"Spread your beautiful thighs for me, Princess, so Daddy can see how wet your princess parts are for him," he says, and you do as he asks. A groan escapes his chest as he sees you're dripping for him, and he can't wait any longer as he sits on the bed, leaning down until his face is at eye level with your soaked pussy.

"Look at that, such a good girl for Daddy," he praises you as his hands guide your thighs even further apart to make room for him and his broad shoulders. He places a few soft, small kisses on the crease where your thighs meet your hips before moving to the wet fabric of your panties.

"So wet for me already, hm? I can't wait to have a taste of your sweet juices, Princess," he says, and without any further warning, he sucks the fabric of your panties into his mouth, letting the taste of you flood his tastebuds with a deep groan. He licks your clit through the fabric, which only adds to your pleasure, your back arching as you grind your hips against his face.

"D-Daddy! 'M close," you tell him as your hands grab his hair, but he doesn't give up, no matter how hard you pull on it. Instead, he only works harder to get you to your first orgasm of the night, as he's planning on giving you many, many more. He just groans in response as he keeps working your clit, and before you know it, your first orgasm washes over you, soaking the fabric in Tony's mouth even more.

He keeps working you through your orgasm until you push his head away, finally letting go of the fabric, which he quickly pulls off before throwing it on the floor. You're panting as you let your head fall back onto his pillows, a thin layer of sweat already adorning your skin. And this was only the first of the evening.

"Taste so sweet, Princess. Your juices always make me go crazy; I can never get enough of them, he tells you as, between the hickies, he sucks into the plush flesh of your soft thighs. He takes his sweet time decorating both with a litter of purple bruises before he gets up to take off his pants, finally freeing himself from the confinements.

He looks at you straight-faced, and what came out of his mouth next surprised you.

"I want you to sit on my face, Princess; I want to work you open nice and slow before I sink my thick, delicious monster of a cock into that tight, warm pussy of yours," Tony says to you, and you feel a gush of arousal between your thighs as you lift your head in astonishment.

"A-Are you sure?" you ask him, and he nods before kneeling in front of you on the bed.

"I've never been more sure about anything, Princess. There's nothing more than for you to sit on my face - sit, not hover - as I open you up for me," he tells you before capturing your lips with his, the feeling of his tongue in your mouth intoxicating you. Far too soon for your liking, he pulls away, giving you a questioning look.

"Okay," you tell him, and you let him get into position before you straddle his face in reverse cowgirl style and sink until your pussy is fully settled on his mouth and tongue. A groan leaves Tony's chest as he starts to eat you out, his warm tongue feeling a bit odd yet very pleasant inside your pussy.

As time goes on and the pleasure builds, you lay yourself down on his chest, his cock lying hard on his abdomen as pre-cum leaks from the tip. You give it an experimental lick, which makes him groan again, and it only adds to your pleasure. His tongue keeps going inside you as well as stimulating your clit as you take him into your hand, jerking him up and down slowly.

It's most definitely not the first time you will suck him off, but it has never been this intimate before. The times before this have always been in his lab, and after, you have always returned to your work as if it was part of your job, but this time is different in the best way possible.

When Tony carefully introduces two fingers into the mix as well, you let out a loud moan before grinding against them, fucking them in and out of yourself at a leisurely pace. As you do this, you wrap your lips around the tip of Tony's cock, your hand still pumping up and down over the velvety shaft.

"Hmmm, that's it," Tony moans as you take more and more of him into your mouth while he patiently keeps stretching you open. It doesn't take long for him to fit three fingers inside you comfortably, and he praises you for taking him so well. When you're about halfway down his shaft, you can't take any more of him, so you let your hand take care of the rest.

"One more finger, Princess, one more finger, and then I can finally make love to you the way I've been dreaming of for so long," he tells you, and you moan around his cock at the thought. As he stretches you with his fourth finger, he keeps sucking on your clit, and before you can even comprehend what's happening, you cum, squeezing his fingers like a vice.

The moans you let escape are almost enough to send Tony over the edge too, but he manages to hold out long enough not to cum, as he wants to fuck it deep into your pussy, and not your mouth. When you're finally adequately stretched, he lets you climb off before manhandling you in the position he wants you in, a squeal escaping when he does.

"There you go, Princess, that's just perfect," Tony says as he takes his place between your thighs, his cock still hard as a rock between his own, his balls heavy and full of cum.

"Ready?" he asks, and as soon as you nod, he lines up with your entrance, slowly pushing in. The tip easily glides in as you're dripping at this point, your arousal being all the lubricant you need to make this comfortable.

"God, this fucking pussy feels so good! And you know what's the best of it all?" Tony asks you as he sinks in further, and you shake your head. He grabs your thighs as he bends them back, giving him even more room to work with as he practically folds you in half.

"It's all mine. You're mine, and I'm never letting you go. Do you understand that? You're my girl, and no one else can have you," Tony says as he bottoms out, a long, deep moan following from both of you as he does. After you've adjusted to him, he repositions himself so he can fuck you the best way he knows how.

As he practically lays himself over your body, his biceps keeping your legs folded back, he sets a brutal pace that has you crying out his name. He knows you can handle more than you think, and if you ever need it, you can safeword at any moment in time, no questions asked. But you don't because you enjoyed being pounded like this - like he's using you like his human fleshlight.

Long, broken moans escape your lips as your eyes roll into the back of your head. The sound of balls slapping against your wet skin and Tony's groans all mix to make the most delicious yet dirty harmony, which neither of you can get enough of.

"Feels so good, Princess, squeezing Daddy's cock with this tight pussy of yours," he says, and the closer you're getting to his orgasm, the more you're looking for something to ground yourself. Eventually, you find his back, leaving many deep, dark red scratches.

The burning sensations on the scratches on his back only turn Tony on even more, his balls drawing closer to his body as he can't hold out much longer, his orgasm quickly approaching.

"God, 'm gonna cum, Princess! Gonna fuck every drop of my cum into your pussy until you're fucking pregnant with my baby! That's what you want, huh? Daddy's cum? I thought so," he says with a smirk, and it doesn't take long for both of you to cum at the same time, Tony shooting every last drop of his cum deep into you.

"Jesus, fuck! 'S so much cum for you, Princess, all for you," he says as he pants on top of you, the burning sensation of the scratches on his back making him chuckle.

"I love you, Princess; I love you so much," he whispers against your hair before he pulls out, making you whine at the loss of his cock inside your pussy. As he rolls onto his side, you carefully stretch your legs after the position he's had you in for a while, a groan leaving your lips at the feeling of your sore muscles.

"Daddy?" you ask in a small, slightly slurred voice.

"Yes, Princess?" he says as he looks at you and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

"Love you too," you tell him with a small smile, and with that, he pulls you against his chest, getting some much-needed post-sex cuddles. This type of intimacy is something you enjoy, and finally, exploring it with Tony fills your heart with nothing but love.

Tony pulled the covers over both of you after you fell asleep, the exertion from earlier lulling you into a slumber immediately. After about an hour and a half, you wake up again with a rumbling belly.

"I can hear someone's a little hungry! How about this: I will run us a nice, hot bath, and while you get the first soak in the hot water, I'll prepare some of your favorite fruits. After that, I'll join you, and we can enjoy it together," he offers, and you nod.

The loss of Tony in the bed has you crawling deeper under the covers, rolling yourself up like a burrito as you wait for the bath to be filled and Tony to get you. Luckily, you don't have to wait long, and he's soon back in the bedroom to pick you up and let you sink into the bath.

The hot water is soothing for your sore muscles, specifically your hips and thighs, and with a sigh, you let yourself settle in the water while Tony goes to get the promised fruit. You close your eyes for just a few minutes, and once Tony's back with a bowl of different fruits, you make some room for him to join you.

"Hmm, the water feels perfect," he sighs as you get comfortable on his lap, and you nod in agreement. The two of you feed each other the different pieces of fruit, from strawberries and raspberries to some mango and pineapple, making it a delicious mix.

A comfortable silence has fallen over you as you finish the bowl of fruits before washing each other carefully. Taking a bath is something you very much enjoy, and to do it together with Tony only makes it about ten times better, and you already can't wait for the next one you get to take together.

Once you're both done and Tony has dried you off, he hands you one of his t-shirts to sleep in before he pulls on a pair of sweatpants, not bothering to put on a pair of boxers this time. As soon as you're back in Tony's arms, nestled deep under the covers, you fall into a deep sleep, which you need.

The following day, Tony woke up before you, but he left a note to let you know he was in the gym. So, as soon as you put on a pair of Tony's boxershorts, you quickly go to your bedroom to get dressed in sweatpants and an old t-shirt before breakfast, hoping it isn't too obvious you slept with Tony last night.

When you are in the kitchen, you quickly make yourself a smoothie bowl before heading to the gym and sitting on the pile of mats as you watch Tony work out. When your gaze meets his in the mirror he's standing in front of, he stops for a moment to wink at you and take his shirt off, only to be met with lots of gasps from everyone in the room.

While Tony assumes it's about his physique, you can see what's happening. You have scratched Tony so hard and deep that most of the lines have turned into bruises, making his back look like a cat's claw mauled it.

"Wow, Stark! Looks like you got lucky last night!" Natasha says as she looks at you, and the feeling of embarrassment runs through you.

"What are you-" is all he can say before someone shows him a picture of his back, and he gasps loudly. Not because he's horrified, but because he's proud that he made you feel so good last night, it's still visible today.

"I sure did, man! And this won't be the last time either," he says with a wink to you, and a broad smile appears on your face. He wears every single one of your marks with pride, and even though most people don't know they're from you, you still take pride in the fact you're the one who gave them to him.

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Pouring Water Droplets

Fandom: Avatar

Pairing: Aonung/Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan

Rating: General Audiences

Warning/Tag(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, Play fighting, Pining

Summary: As the sun sets, leaving the two of them alone on the beach, Neteyam and Aonung play like skxawng as they go crashing through waves and into one another.

Event(s): @eclipsingbingo with 'play fighting' | @kinky-things-happen with 'held down' | @fandom-free-bingo with 'under the skin' |@multifandom-flash Beehive: with 'you're cute when you're angry' and Double Flash with 'heartwarming moments'

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Neteyam ran as quickly as he could across the crashing shore of the beach. The sun had set over an hour ago, leaving the beach bare as it got later. Behind him, Aonung came racing after him. Aonung's limbs were much more graceful than his, used to running through sand as he chased after Neteyam, though Neteyam couldn't bring himself to care as a laugh was ripped from his lips as he chanced a look over his shoulder, spotting Aonung catching up with him.

When two large hands wrapped around his waist, Aonung finally having caught up with him, Neteyam couldn't help but let out a very un-warrior-like screech. The both of them went toppling down into the crashing waves, bodies colliding with one another as they fell.

On instinct, Neteyam tried to position himself under Aonung so he could take the impact but Aonung had other ideas as he easily curled the two of them around, Neteyam landing on his chest while Aonung's back hit the sandy floor.

The pair of them only had a few seconds to gather themselves, waves smacking against them as they lay in the middle of the beach before Neteyam attempted to push himself up, his hands using Aonung's chests as leverage. Aonung didn't allow it though as his tail smacked into Neteyam's legs, pulling a yelp from his lips as he tripped.

Aonung was after him in seconds, grabbing onto his shoulders and trying to push him down. Now would be a real test of all the lessons Aonung had given Neteyam as tides repeatedly smacked into them, pushing them around the shore as they wrestled with one another.

"Is that the best you got, skxawng?" Neteyam tried to taunt him even while water was sloshing over his face and Aonung had him held down under his weight. It was evident that the losing battle that Neteyam had gotten himself into was beginning to irk him, but only in a friendly battle way. Evidence of which could be seen in the way his nose would scrunch, his fangs being shown off with every word he spoke.

A hiss of laughter escaped Aonung as he stared down at Neteyam, a smile making its way onto his face despite himself. "You're cute when you're angry," Aonung couldn't help but tease, watching as Neteyam's eyes widened and his ears flattened back against his head in a shy manner.

The scrunch in Neteyam's features instantly vanished as his expression went almost completely blank. His mouth hung slightly agape as he stared at Aonung, not saying a single word.

It seemed by the time Neteyam did work up the courage to say something, a voice came calling to him from the hunts. "Neteyam, Dad's looking for you," Lo'ak's voice was easily recognisable as his voice shot towards them.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Neteyam easily flipped his and Aonung's position, leaving him on top as his eyes searched in the darkness for where his younger brother might be. Whispered into the night, Neteyam said, "I have to go."

"I'll see you for your lesson tomorrow, right?" Aonung questioned, gripping onto Neteyam's wrist before he could run off.

"Yes," Neteyam hastily agreed. "I'll see you then." Before running off, trying to discreetly find a way to his brother.

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un-unavoidableanxiousball · 4 months

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✨ Meowpheus ✨

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Prompt used: "What's So Funny?", Don't Make Me Laugh

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: The Sandman

Pairing: Dream of The Endless/Hob Gadling

Characters: Hob Gadling, Dream of The Endless, Desire of The Endless, Lucienne, Matthew

Tags: fluff, possible out of character, terrible advice, attempt at humor,

Warnings: none

Word count: 1743

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Dream of The Endless doesn't regret anything, especially if said things were forethought or downright planned. As of right now he's curled up on Hob Gadling's lap who's preparing notes for the next lesson - now and again receiving head scratches he's delighting in. And in that moment Hob's hand comes down to scratch behind his ear. Dream automatically closes his eyes and leans in. Half a minute later he lifts his hand, while chuckling at Dream's protesting meow.

If he literally purrs everytime it happens; Dream will never breathe a single word of.

Where was he? Ah, yes. He'll never go along Desire's schemes ever again. Here he is, in his cat form, unable to change. With that wretched collar around his neck he's rendered incapable of manipulating his form in any way.

Lately Dream has been wondering if this really was such a good idea. While being Hob's cat has been shockingly exceptional experience and at the same time not at all surprising. Having said that Hob's kindness and care put Dream off kilter making him feel as if he takes advantage of Hob. Which in turn is only a small piece of the whole picture considering what made him ask for his sibling's help.

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Dream makes his way to the library to return a novel "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens to its rightful place. After putting it back, Dream reaches for another, this time "If I Ever Get Out of Here" by Eric Gansworth. He turns to leave only to be met with Lucienne who's expression was curious with a hint of concern. A spark of irritation lit up at being interrupted, Dream quickly puts it out. "Lucienne." He nods.

"Do you require more assistance, my Lord? Recently the number of your visits to the library have greatly increased;" his librarian inquires, "Furthermore seeing the Dreaming's overcast weather, it reveals that you, Lord Morpheus, are at an impasse, caught in indecision. Therefore have been searching for insight."

"I suppose I, indeed, have found myself at a crossroad." Dream muses, "Months have passed in the Waking since I last met with Hob...I find I wish to visit him sooner."

"What stops you my Lord?"

"Seeing how he wasn't cross with me leaving as I did in 1889. I'd like to finally tell him my name. He's long overdue." He glances away. "However I fear, if I share it, the novelty will wear off..." He hesitates, "He'll grow to realise how appalling, rotten and broken I am. He takes me to be a mystifying and outlandish being which granted him immortality. While I might be those to him, with time they would give way to the more jarring ignorant, cruel, malicious abnormality and torment."

"If I may, sir? I don't think Hob would change his opinions of you that greatly, nor do I think him capable of discarding your friendship that quickly and easily. He was the one to offer his friendship and as you pointed out - he has accepted you upon return." Dream loosens his grip on the book, not sure when he started to tighten his hold. "But if one opinion doesn't suffice my Lord, you can always turn to your family for council."

"Thank you Lucienne. I shall consider it." With a nod Dream walks out.

Lucienne sighs and walks back to her desk. Moments later Matthew lands on the lamp's neck and caws. "That went pretty well. Right? For a minute there I thought you'd get struck by lightning!"

"It might have just looked like it Matthew. In fact since his return, Lord Morpheus makes an effort to ask for help and listen to advice. The fact that it didn't take that long to get him to open up about this dilemma clearly proves that."

Matthew fidgets in place. "What dilemma? It's pretty obvious to me that both of them are head over heels in love. And I saw them meeting. From afar. The amount of sexual tension there, was just-" he shudders-"nope, too much for me, definitely. Needed gallons of holy water after THAT." Lucienne's smile widens at Matthew's antics.

"Let's hope a talk with Death will point him in right direction."

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Slightly dreading upcoming conversation, Dream braces himself. Although his sibling's insight might prove to be valuable. Definitely has the capacity for when not busy scheming. "Desire, I stand in my gallery and hold your sigil, I seek your council, may I come through?"

"Go right ahead, Sweet Dream~"

In moments Dream steps into The Threshold. "I've never known you to be able of asking for help. What is it that you desire that you came all the way from The Dreaming to little old me?" They tease with a smirk, flicking their tail lazily.

"It concerns Hob Gadling." He said narrowing his brows.

"Who is he? Should I know him? Sounds boring." Dream grits his teeth in irritation at Desire's fake obliviousness and disinterest. "You know very well who it is I speak of."

Desire dramatically pulls back and puts their hand to their chest. "You wound me Sweet Dream, I know not of who that 'Hob Gadling' is. I have other things to do than torment and plot against you; shocking I know."

"He's the immortal human I've been meeting every century. Seeing as I failed to meet him in 1989 because of you, I plan to visit him more frequently. As he still favours our friendship." Desire considers their brother's statement. " Is that his name? I always wondered. Did you say Friends?" they grin, "Your heart tells me otherwise. What I don't know is what part of this concerns me?"

"I want your scheming hands away from him." At that Desire rolls their eyes. "If that's all you needed, then rest assured I didn't come nowhere near your precious little crush. And he's feelings are his own; I didn't influence him in any way." Dream relaxes, but only a bit. He has yet to go straight to the point of this visit.

"Besides I really don't understand how that poor soul went ahead and fell in love with you. Clearly it wasn't your fashion sense that did it. I suppose I must congratulate you. He sees something in you worth loving." Desire observes Dream, takes in how Dream seems to hold something back, hesitant. "What is it that truly brings you here? Spit it out."

"I came..." If one would put a squished lemon next to Dream's face at this moment, Desire wouldn't see any difference."...for advice. In 1889 I refused Hob's friendship, which he forgave me for. Yet again I've done him a disservice by withholding my name. If I were to aspire for more, I'd have to share it. However I fear in doing so, Hob will realise the mistake he made."

Dream is insecure. Sure given his relationship history it's not even surprising. But to come to them? Hob must be special indeed. They should feel honoured; But ultimately Desire couldn't help themself and bursts out laughing. "Oh Brother! You're making me laugh - please stop." They say trying to catch their breath. "What is it that you find so hilarious, sibling? My misery?"

""What's so funny?" he asks! It's your stupidity." They cackle. "So you won't assist. I shall take my leave." "Don't be like that. But fine I'll help you test the waters. But we're doing it my way."

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"That's your great idea?" Dream scowls.

"Have anything better in mind?" they argue back, "In fact this includes every thing you mentioned. First - you get all the TLC your heart desires." Desire raises their index finger and then their middle one. "Second - you get to see his human everyday life. Third - you can test Hob's boundries, see his reactions when pushed and not get rejected in the process." They tap their raised ring finger in thought. Desire make a dramatic shocked face. "Ah yess!" Their pinky joins the other fingers. "Fourth, my favourite~, you get to appriciate his oh so ever, without a doubt in your mind, attractive assets." Desire purrs with a cheshire-like grin.

Dream ignores them. "I'll have to inform Lucienne of my extended absence from The Dreaming."

"See you in a moment, Sweet Dream.~"

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"Lucienne, I'm planning to spend some time in The Waking for foreseeable future. I wish not to be disturbed unless it requires immediate attention." Dream speaks, and in the process scares Matthew. His raven flails cawing at his sudden appearance.

"Am I to understand the conversation went smoothly, sir?" She questions unstartled.

"Perhaps. I expect to receive weekly updates from Matthew, when I'm not otherwise engaged."

"Hey Boss? Isn't staying in the Waking *caw* dangerous for you or something? *Caw* With you getting captured and all?" Matthew tilts his head.

"While your concern is touching, it is unnecessary. I'll be in capable hands." He reassures the raven and then turns to his librarian. "I'll be leaving in a few moments. I trust you to do well looking after The Dreaming."

Lucienne lowers her head. "I won't disappoint sir."

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"There you are Little Dream." Desire says after noticing a black cat sitting on the floor. The cat's shoots daggers their way. "What? If we're to meet Hob like this, I might as well look the part." Desire gestures at themself, then kneel down in front of Dream. "Besides that includes you too." They reveal a black collar, the bow's ribbon covered in a mockery of a night-sky pattern. Dream didn't get time to brace himself, his sibling taking advantage of his inattention, fastens the collar around his neck. "Now we're set." They pick him up. "Let's go to Hob, shall we?"

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A temporary lapse in judgement, Dream vows not to let it happen again. Desire was right about the advantages; however they avoided telling him about the negatives - like guilt. Instead of bravely approaching Hob, he planned. To make matters worse, he went to the one sibling that likes to mess with him. Hob deserves better.

"Come on, Dream. Let's eat then head on upstairs yeah?" Hob rubs his thumb along Dream's head. Dream gives an answering meow, then jumps off Hob's lap to stretch himself.

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So Pretty, Hanging

Wrote a drabble for @buckybarnesevents’ Build-a-Bucky-Bingo december prompt — Anal Hook and Sharon Carter Month 2023 prompt — BDSM. Read on Ao3!

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Sharon Carter

Tags: BDSM, Kink Negotiation, Sex Toys, Light Dom/sub

Summary: When her dom shows up with a new toy to try, Sharon has her reservations. Luckily, she has also thought of something fun to do while being tied up and taken care of.

Wordcount: 100

Also a fill for: @hurtcomfort-bingo — New Things / @fandom-free-bingo — ‘Put Your Hands Up’ / @multifandom-flash, round 3 card #2001 — Thinking Out Loud + Taboo Flash Bingo — Culture: Talking About Sex / @seasonaldelightsbingo — Hanging from the Ceiling

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Love Thy Neighbour - Chapter 2 Shadows in the House

Bucky is haunted by an unwanted presence all too close to home.

Read this chapter on AO3 here.

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Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes Rating: T CW: Threat, injury, paranoia, hearing voices, flashbacks, choking Prompts filled: Fandom Free Bingo (Frosty Edition) card 1: Helping the injured @fandom-free-bingo Febuwhump 2024: Day 18 - Too weak to move @febuwhump Multifandom-Flash (Round 2): Through the eyes of madness @multifandom-flash Multifandom-Flash (Discrimination): Dehumanizing insult Whumpuary 2024: Day 2 - "Get away from me"/collapse/choking @whumpuary

Dividers by @unfortunate-beetle-and-friends

“Will he not fancy that the shadows which he formerly saw are truer than the objects which are now shown to him?”

Plato

The temporary soothing effect of the whimsical gift and its accompanying note wore off as soon as night fell. There was work to do before he could turn in. He travelled every floor, setting his alarms, dragging armfuls of lumber with him to plug up as many points of entry as he could. If someone was going to get in here, he wanted to know exactly what route they’d have to take. No one was going to sneaking up on him down some eccentric crawlspace left behind by decades of half-funded renovations. Every pinch he squirmed through seemed to reveal another crack in the building’s shell until he was choking on dust and the ache in his shoulder and side was making his entire torso throb. How could a building so full of holes still be standing? Even when his lumber supply dried up and he was forced to return to the apartment, he couldn’t stop circling from one window to the next, scanning the streets outside. What had been caution wound about him tighter and tighter until he moved through his home like a deadly sharp coiled spring, poised to taste blood. Eventually he did force himself to lie down, but it didn’t do him much good. The spring would not unwind.

Bucky slept about as well as he predicted – a little worse than an insomniac who’d been trying to treat their chicken pox with cocaine. He lay with his back pressed to the wall, trying to shield himself against the phantom fingers waiting to close around his throat.

The voice that crept from his lips was barely a breath in the dark. “I won’t go back.” He dipped his chin in the tiniest nod. “I won’t go back. I won’t go back.”

He shunned his sleeping bag. He needed to sleep lightly, not lulled by softness. He felt every splinter in the floorboards. Every change of light through the window above him or soft creak from the aging building had his hand tightening on his sidearm, jerking his shoulder until each movement meant a wince and an effort to stay silent. Even without his almost hourly patrols of the building, gun in hand, the night was more exhausting than the day.

Daylight came as a relief, for as much as fifteen minutes. He lit the stove and poured hot water onto half a cup of coffee granules. Nothing less had a hope of making it through to his central nervous system before his body neutralised it. By the same token, he downed a handful of pills with the first scalding swallow. In defiance of Hollywood’s beliefs, pain wouldn’t sharpen his reflexes, just hinder his control. And he needed to be in control of himself. The painkillers hadn’t even kicked in before his short-lived respite was over.

It was no more than a car backfiring. He was certain of that. He was no raw recruit filling his shorts with shit at the snap of a twig. So, why was it a full ten minutes before he could thaw from his crouch at the window and stop examining every inch of Legion Street through his scope? Why was every nerve ending already blazing when the alarm sang out overhead?

Fuck. Fuck. He’d fucked up. All the traps he had laid, all the potential openings he’d boarded up… useless. Someone was up there right over his goddamn head. Useless. Fucking useless. He strapped a knife to his thigh opposite his gun, hesitated, and added another to his shin. The he removed the board from the wall cavity in the hall closet as quietly as possible.

He’d walked into this situation and no one was going to save him if he didn’t get his shit together and do it himself.

Even if they could, why would they bother? They’d probably be relieved to have the embarrassing fuck-up taken care of…

The reptilian voice crawled through the back of his mind as he eased through the gap and into the dark, dusty recess. They wouldn’t come, not even if he called, not when he’d pushed them all away.

He pulled himself around a beam, metal fingers biting deep into the wood, struggling to breathe in the suffocating gloom. And he couldn’t call. Because his phone was back in his apartment, now fifteen feet below him. Because he knew, didn’t he? He knew and had always known that the best, kindest – hell, the only- thing he could do for anyone he cared about was to stay away from them. Stay entirely out of contact.

Higher. No beams here. Back and feet braced against either wall. Level with the third floor ceiling with the alarm still wailing above him. Idiot. The noise would tell whoever was up there that they’d been detected. There went any element of surprise and any chance he’d had of tracking their movement until he had eyes on them or that fucking noise stopped. Fucking stupid of him. The shrieking alarm reverberated around his skull. The only thing worse than a monster was an incompetent monster. He moved slower. He pushed through prickling sheets of insulation. The air in his chest burned and his head spun. The shrieking alarm mingled with the mocking sneer inside his head. What good was this half-assed fucking around inside a fucking wall? Without his leash, he was no better than a stray dog loose in the traffic, waiting for a speeding car to end his miserable existence.

Head already spinning, he didn’t realise he was falling until he smashed through a beam and twisted, raking down the rough wall, the light from his own apartment flashing past him and receding, disappearing into the darkness along with everything else. Ice cold air tearing past him. Agony searing through his arm, rock and snow racing up to meet him… Worthless piece of shit…

He woke and fought not to scream. The debris around him gouged his flailing body as he wrenched free. He rolled, dropped again, then he was kneeling, shaking, on the mouldy piss-stinking basement floor. He groped at the cracked edges of tile around him, grasping in desperation. Cold, dark, pain… he could feel the restraints around his limbs dragging him down. The scream ripped free. He kicked furiously, scrabbling for purchase in the dirt, throwing himself towards the doorway and the dim light filtering down the stairwell. His shoulder slammed into the doorframe. He felt the wall tremble as though the whole building was ready to fall.

Do it… bury me down here. In the pit. Where I belong.

Merciful darkness swallowed him.

They took a little longer to reach the basement. They followed the sounds. His fall. His scream. The ringing impact of Vibranium on concrete. Then they hesitated at the head of the last flight of stairs. If he was still conscious, what sort of condition would he be in? To them it seemed most likely they’d find him catatonic or maybe crazed with distress, like a wounded, cornered animal… They’d heard those sounds before. No one who made sounds like that was going to be in a state to roll out a welcome mat. Softly, they descended.

He woke in a rush of panic, his eyes and lungs burning, unable to recognise his surroundings. There were straps on his arms. His legs. His chest. No. No. No! He forced himself upright, wrenching his left arm across to tear at the fabric binding his right, heedless of the pain in his shoulder. Fresh blood welled under his digging fingertips. He had already shredded the fabric before he realised it wasn’t secured to anything. There was still an intact sea knot amongst the pieces he had stripped away. The cloth was tacky with blood. Not restraints – bandages. Someone had bandaged him while he was unconscious. He heard his own harsh breath filling the room, bruising the silence, as he scanned frantically.

Newspapered walls. Light blotted out by heavy boards across the windows. The floor stained and pitted but fairly clear of garbage… because he had shovelled it all out into the alley during his first week here. He remembered deciding he’d get his own place fixed up first but that he wouldn’t leave all that gross shit and trash to stink everything up and rot the wood even further. It had taken him a day or two to haul everything out. Him. He was in one of the downstairs apartments. Alive. Unrestrained. No more harmed than he’d been after…

The fall. That fucking voice. He whipped around, ignoring the flares of pain all over him, expecting to find a familiar silhouette looming over him. Expecting rusted metal to choke him at any moment. But he was alone. The only presence he could detect was his own. Still, he didn’t trust it yet. He hadn’t forgotten the story Steve had related – waking up in a room Fury’s people had designed. Who was to say the same wasn’t happening to Bucky right now? Maybe they’d decided they weren’t comfortable with having him on the loose after all. Maybe Hydra had copied the trick. He wouldn’t put it past them. But why now, when they’d never troubled themselves to make him feel at home before?

It was only as he got stiffly to his feet that he noticed he had not been lying on bare floor as he’d assumed. Where his head had rested there was a bundle of cloth. He pulled it towards him and it unrolled into a stained black hoodie, heavy with the mingled smells of blood and sweat. And someone had rolled it up into a pillow for him. He dropped it beside his feet and paused to examine his bandages more closely. They didn’t look like they’d been very neat even before his violent clawing but those that had survived his panic were still fairly secure, tied off like the one he’d destroyed, not pinned or taped. The worst of his wounds – a deep gash in his right thigh – had an extra strip of fabric tied over the top of the crepe bandages. Improvised bandages had changed somewhat since France; the addition wasn’t scavenged linen. He plucked at the thin stretchy cotton and recognised part of an old t-shirt. He grunted with amusement, in spite of the weird situation, when his probing fingers found a green paw mark printed on the black fabric. That, more than anything else, struck him as an unlikely ploy for any of his enemies. He thought of the plant in its bright pot and the friendly note that had accompanied it.

He tested his arm and legs. Bruised, bleeding in a few places, but nothing broken. His bones didn’t break readily. He took a deep breath and doubled over choking. His throat was raw. His cheeks grew hot at the memory of his terrified screaming. It was probably too much to hope that no one had heard.

What an embarrassment you are. So much training wasted…

He had to get out of here.

The stairs were a difficult climb. His lungs were full of fire. The absence of the tripwires on his floor registered mostly in relief that he wouldn’t have to negotiate them with watering eyes and stumbling feet. He stepped carefully round the stakes he had embedded beneath false patches of linoleum in his entryway, holding the wall for balance. He squinted painfully out of the window, trying to gauge how long he had been incapacitated. Looked like afternoon. Hours, then. Guilt and shame twisted in his gut.

He stared through streaming eyes between the doorways of the hall closet and his bedroom. He wasn’t exactly going to be safe with that big fucking hole into the wall sitting there open and visible, but how safe was he anyway? He’d completely failed to make this place any kind of fortress. The alarm was no longer screaming. Had the battery died? Had someone turned it off? He swayed as he turned his gaze to his sleeping bag. God, he needed rest. How long had it been since he had screamed so much that it hurt to breathe? He ran his hands over his torso, searching, but the pain wasn’t right for broken ribs and he found no evidence of them. Gravity pulled at him. He leaned on the door jamb, willing the smooth surface to cool his prickling forehead. Was it possible to come down with the flu in the space of a couple of hours? Could he even still catch the flu? That was enough thought to set his head spinning. His fingertips splintered the doorframe as he rocked on his feet. Down. Lie down. Important. The sleeping bag seized his gaze again.

You’ve been sleeping all day. Why should a performance like today’s earn a nap?

The last word was spat in his face, with all the disdain the childish concept deserved.

What do you think you deserve for humiliating yourself? A pat on the head and a cookie?

“I’ll do better…” he found himself muttering. He scrubbed his hand across his red eyes and drew in a sharp breath at the fresh wave of pain left in its wake. Mastering himself, he crossed back to the closet and hauled up the board that covered the hole. He set it in place and cast about for the tools to fix it there. So dark in this shadowy recess, out of sight of the apartment’s few windows. He blinked, trying to clear the terrible gritty feeling from his eyes. The closet seemed darker each time it came back into view. The darkness flickered like the static on a television set. The unsteady floor rattled as he crashed down on his knees then pitched forwards onto his face.

Consciousness returned with punishing weight, yet left him in the dark. The force that had woken him pressed him down against the bare wood. He jerked under another blow, the impact echoing around his skull. Stop. Please. I’ll do better… Please. Another thud. Pleading never helped… Another wince. A voice. He flinched, expecting more pain. But the voice was outside of his head. No… No! He fumbled blindly for his pistol. Both arms were too heavy to move.

To think I called something like you an asset…

He gulped, throat closed, no sound beyond a gurgle. Had he- was his jaw broken again? Thud… Thud, thud. The blows sporadic and somehow distant. He couldn’t pull himself from the past, his weakened body seeming to occupy both at once. He groped for the gun again. Couldn’t grip. Slipping. There was a soft scrabbling at the front door. The knob rattled. He made one more grasp for his weapon, then the darkness of memory closed over his face.

#written by Bug #actual writing #fanfiction #fandom: Marvel #Bucky Barnes #Rating: T #fandomfreebingo #multifandomflash #round 2 #discrimination #whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno2 #choking #febuwhump #febuwhumpday18

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