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[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 20 - Attic]

Warnings: lots of emotion, they finally talk!, deep and honest conversation, i want them to be happy always

Wordcount: 6.1k

a/n: *in Kookie’s voice* finallyyy

“Princess?” he tilts his head to the side, “what are you doing here?”

“Kook called me and said that he needed help. What are you doing here?”

Yoongi shows you his phone.

“The same”, he says.

“I don’t get it. Where is he?”

Bang!

You both flinch, eyes flitting to the door which just this moment flung closed.

Click.

Someone just locked it.

“What is happening?” you ask, hurrying closer to Yoongi because quite frankly, you were feeling very spooked. He seems annoyed, inching closer to the door, “do you know what’s happening?”

“Yeah”, he says, “hey, punk. What are you doing?” he calls out, banging his hand on the door.

“I’m doing what’s necessary!” Jungkook’s voice sounds behind the door.

“Kookie? What’s happening? Are you okay?”

“Yeah”, he says, “but you guys aren’t, so you are not leaving this room until you are.”

“Oh”, you let out, eyes flitting to Yoongi as everything falls into place.

“Open the door, brat”, Yoongi growls, banging on the door again.

“No! You guys need to talk first!”

“This isn’t funny, open the door before I rip it out of its hinges.”

“No” Jungkook sounds stubborn, “you guys love each other, so stop avoiding conversation.”

Yoongi sneaks a glance at you. The intensity of his gaze makes you gulp.

“This is your last chance”, he growls, wiggling the doorknob violently.

Music starts. Slow romance songs. Somewhere in this room Jungkook must have hidden his bluetooth speaker and now he pressed play on his phone.

“Jungkook!” Yoongi warns, “open this fucking door, you bratty punk.”

“I’ll open this door once you talked”, Jungkook answers him.

“Okay that’s it. I’m ripping it out”, Yoongi says, tugging at the doorknob.

You stop him, placing your hand atop his’.

“Or maybe we could try?” you say quietly.

Yoongi studies your face, jaw tense and eyes dark.

“Please? Maybe?” you whisper.

He exhales loudly, dropping his hand from the doorknob.

“What do you want to say?” he says dryly.

“Apologize, I guess? Say how fucking sorry I am? And that I miss you like crazy.”

“Mhm”, Yoongi acknowledges you. 

“I’m so sorry.”

He nods his head and turns. You watch as he drags his feet to the mattress, sitting down right at the edge of it. 

You hurry to him, sitting down. You give him his space, knowing that he needs it. 

You stay silent for now, wanting to give him the chance to speak his mind.

“I can’t believe this idiot is using my own tricks against me”, he murmurs, “fuck, he’s such a brat.”

“You have to admit, the idea is kind of genius.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Don’t blame the student, you’re just a good teacher. It’s not his fault that he learned from the best”, you say, making him scoff. It was laced with the slightest amount of amusement.

“Yeah, I…I just, fuck-”, he says, head lowered and shoulders sagging, “I can’t do this. This was a stupid idea. I’m ripping the door out”, he says, trying and failing to flee because before he can stand up, you have him pulled back down. 

“I like talking”, you say, caressing his knuckles. 

“I feared you were gonna say that”, he murmurs. 

“Really?” you chuckle even if the air is tense, “why is it so bad that I do?”

“Because I suck at it?” Yoongi lets out a nervous scoff.

“I don’t think you do. Just tell me how you feel, maybe?”

“I don’t know how I feel, okay?” he sounds pissed but you know that his voice is only as harsh as it is because he is nervous and in an unfamiliar situation. His guards are up, that is all, “I just know that I’m still so goddamn upset with you, but despite that it sucks ass to give you the silent treatment. I just…”

He sneaks a shy glance at you.

“I care about you”, he whispers, “you are different, I don’t want to treat you like I normally treat people who anger me. Once people really piss me off, I have no problem cutting ties, but not with you. I don’t want to cut you outta my life.”

“I’m glad you think that way. You’re different for me too. I’m sad when people leave, but it’s okay in the end because I expected them to leave. But with you, I turn into a complete clingy idiot and I want to keep clinging onto you to avoid being left”, you laugh painfully, “giving you your space the past few days was so hard because I missed you like crazy.”

Yoongi scoffs. 

“I know, it’s so childish”, you say.

“No, it’s not, I’m”, he exhales, “shit, I don’t know what to say. How do you talk shit out?”

“I get that. You need time and your thoughts are probably jumbled. Can I tell you how I feel maybe?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay so. I think, I’m so clingy because I really love you? Like actually love you? A-and I haven’t had that kinda love with anyone before you and it’s so epic to feel”, you catch the little nod he does, “but now, I’m really scared that I fucked up completely and you’ll never forgive me. And I’m sorry, so goddamn sorry. That’s how I feel. I feel so guilty and so sorry and so scared that I’ll lose you.”

Yoongi nods his head in understanding. He stays silent as he thinks over what you told him, picking at the skin of his thumbnail to keep himself grounded. There is an owl outside your window. It is making noise, cooing behind the glass at something that will never be revealed to you. Maybe it is the moon, maybe the stars or maybe it is solely doing it for itself.

“This is the point where you say something”, you whisper, studying his features.

“I know”, he answers you just as quietly, looking at you for just a second before he averts his gaze back to his own hands. “You didn’t fuck up completely”, he begins, “I don’t want to leave you. I want to forgive you, I really do. But I just…can’t do this yet. I’m not ready for that, because I feel…”

He shies away, touching the side of his neck almost as if he wanted to soothe himself.

“I’m so hurt”, he presses out, forcing the tremor in his voice to be as quiet as possible, “knowing that you did all of that so easily hurts me. I haven’t slept in days because I keep repeating what happened. I still feel your blood on my fingers, fuck.”

Yoongi looks at his trembling hands. 

You want to reach out and hold them, but you don’t know if you are allowed to. So you look at his hand and feel your heart twist in pain.

“I hate blood sharing so much”, he presses out.

“I hate it now too”, you say.

“Maybe it’s because I’m prude and stuck-up like Jimin said, but I can’t understand this lifestyle. It hurt me every single time in the past and I hurt people too because of it and I guess…”

He lets out an exhausted sigh.

“I guess what hurts me so much right now is the thought that you were willing to partake in the lifestyle which caused me so much harm?” he almost asks the sentence, “maybe it was my own fault too? I know that it’s unfair of me to expect of you to know how I feel about blood sharing when I haven’t specifically told you yet, but I just thought that…that I- I don’t know how to say it.”

He sits up, putting some distance between the two of you. He is fumbling with his fingers awkwardly.

“Just say how you want to say it. It’s okay.”

“Goddamn it, I thought that I had made it clear enough for you to at least connect the dots. You’re so intelligent and always make great connections and yet you couldn’t even think for a second that maybe you wanting to be a, a”, he falters for a second, “a fucking living blood bag could hurt me? I walked in on you being fucked so roughly whilst bleeding out and it makes my heart ache whenever I think about it. Fuck, I could throw up thinking about what they did to you. Why would you want that?”

He looks at you.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers.

“For what?”

“I was being harsh. Y-you told me I should say it how I wanted to, but it sounded harsh. I can’t help it, I’m not used to being gentle.”

“You didn’t sound harsh. Thank you for telling me.”

“Yeah, well”, he turns his head away, touching his own ear, “whatever.”

“I really hear you, my love”, you say, placing your hand on his thigh, “and you are right, I really should have made that connection, but I didn’t and for that I’m really sorry.” 

You squeeze his thigh. 

“You have every right to be upset about what you had to see”, you say, “we went too far. The thing you had to walk in on was too much.”

Yoongi nods his head, balling his shaking fingers into fists. 

“I don’t know if this will help you feel better, but the other times we shared blood weren’t like that.”

Yoongi tightens his fists, biting back a whimper wanting to come out.

“The sex during the sharing wasn’t like that in the past. I wasn’t in pain during the other times and I-”

“Be quiet”, Yoongi interrupts you, “be quiet when all you can do is defend him. Over and over and over again. Fuck.”

The last word was said with such heartbreak that it hurts you just as much. 

“I can’t take much more”, he presses out, hiding his face behind his hand, “please, don’t talk about this. It hurts so much.”

“Yoongi”, you breathe shakily, placing your hand on his thigh, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to upset you, I wanted to assure you that I wasn’t always treated like that. Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

He doesn’t flinch away, he doesn’t tense up, he doesn’t react. He just sits there, shoulders shaking and face buried in his hands.

“I’m so sorry”, you choke out, scooting closer to rest your cheek on his shoulder.

“Why?” he croaks, “why did you do this?” his voice cracks, “I don’t understand”, he squeaks out and sobs into his hands, “why do you keep defending him? Why do you do that? Why?”

He turns his head, looking at you through the curtain of his tears.

“Ever since you met him he hurt you. He lies to you, manipulates you, controls your mind and gets you hurt over and over again”, he furrows his brows, “and he doesn’t even see it necessary to apologise”, he spits angrily, before sadness washes over his features again rendering him unable to look at you. He buries his face back in his hands, sobbing loudly, “why do you keep defending him? What do you see in him? I don’t understand.”

“I’m sorry”, you press out, “I don’t know why I do, but you’re right. You, you really are.”

Yoongi whimpers, curling into himself as his body begins to shake.

“Hey, my love”, you cup the back of his head in worry, “what’s wrong? You are shaking like crazy.”

Yoongi squeezes his head, “I’m gonna lose you to him”, he croaks, coughing out a sob, “I’m so scared that he’s gonna kill you.”

“No my love, no. He won’t kill me, I know him.”

“Yes he will”, he presses out in a trembling voice, “he almost did so when he fucked you. Oh god”, he retches as if his stomach wants to empty itself, “fuck”, he gags again, coughing afterwards, “I almost lost you”, he croaks, coughing out a gagged sob.

“Are you having a panic attack?”

He nods his head as best as possible, twisting his own hair to the point it barely stays on his scalp. He sobs and gags, convulsing in the intensity of it.

“Okay, that’s- don’t worry, I’ve been living with those bastards my entire life. I know they suck, but you’ll get through this.”

Yoongi wheezes, squeezing his eyes shut. He can barely breathe. His chest is so tight. His tummy keeps tensing up.

You keep him grounded with a soft touch to the back of his neck, massaging him slowly. You have no idea how much this helps, but you hope that it does.

“We’ll do something my cousin taught me. We called it the 54321 game. It’s very easy, trust me”, you say.

“I-I..don’t..want…games”, he gets out.

“It’s helpful. You just have to tell me five things you can see. Then four, three, two until we’re at one. And we’ll repeat the process with all your senses until you feel better.”

“What? How is, is that gonna help?”

“Just try. Go as slow as you need to.”

“No.”

“Yes Yoongi. We have to ground you again. Now come on, tell me five things you can see.”

Yoongi does. He begins with five things, breathing slower once he reached four things. He stops shaking after the three things he can feel and stops clutching his own hair after two things he can hear. He says his tears for one thing he can taste and by that time, his breathing has gotten back to normal and his eyes stopped crying. 

He doesn’t look at you. He doesn’t move. He simply sits, staring at the floor with glassy eyes whilst breathing normally. You know how exhausted he must feel right now. 

“How are you feeling?”

“Better”, he says without emotion. It’s a telltale sign of how drained the panic attack left him.

“Good, that’s good to hear”, you comb his messy bangs out of his face, “I’m glad that you feel a little better, my love. You did really well with the game.”

Yoongi inhales and squeezes his eyes shut, wrapping his fingers around your wrist just to hold something. He pulls your hand to his cheek, making you cup it. Only then he exhales, doing so terribly shakily. His fingertips are cold while his palms are sweaty. You hold him even tighter.

“Please don’t leave me this way”, Yoongi begs in a whisper, “please don’t do that. It would kill me. Please.”

“Of course not. Oh my love”, you say, scrambling off the mattress just to kneel down in front of him, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here. Feel that?” you press his hand to your chest.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Your pulse is beating against your ribcage, reminding him that you were here. That you were alive.

Yoongi twists a bundle of your shirt so he can pull you closer, feel you better, make sure that what he feels is real.

“Can you feel that?” you ask, squeezing his hand, “can you feel my heartbeat?”

He nods his head.

“I’m still here, my love”, you promise him, “I’m still here”, you repeat the words so he will truly hear you. So that he knows that you aren’t lying. You’re still here and you won’t leave like this.

But Yoongi doesn’t believe you. This is just a trick again. A trick of the evil entity which has been writing his life and turned it into the lonely, dark play it has always been.

He pulls you into him, lowers his head to your chest so his ear was pressed against it. His eyes close. Your fingers tangle in his hair and scratch at his scalp. The touch sends shivers down his spine.

Tudun. Tudun. Tudun.

Your pulse echoes in your chest. He can feel it too. Rhythmical and constant. Fast because you are feeling just as upset as he is. But it’s right there. Even if fast, it’s right there. The proof that you are alive, that those horrifying images haunting him are just that. Horrifying images which haunt him. You didn’t leave him.

Yoongi releases a shuddering breath, wrapping his arms around you so he can pull you close.

You cradle his head, placing a kiss atop of it. He may seem exhausted to you, but he feels relieved. He isn’t a stranger to panic attacks. They haunted him throughout his whole life and most lasted days. This is the first attack which came and went within minutes and Yoongi knows that it was only because you helped him. He feels so relieved.

“Yoongi my love, I am really so goddamn sorry”, you whisper. 

Yoongi nods his head and lifts it. He leans into you. You cup his cheeks to wipe his tears away.

“I know”, he whispers, staring into your eyes as if they were the only thing he can see.

“What can I do to make it better? I want to fix this.”

“You don’t…” he hesitates and looks away. He pulls you close. You allow him, hugging him when he rests his head on your shoulder.

“Whatever you need, I will do it”, you whisper.

“I don’t know what I need. I’m so…” he lets out a shaky breath, “I’m so tired.”

He hopes that you understand what he means with that. That he is so tired, not only physically but also of making decisions. He can’t be strong anymore, he has no energy left to decide what he needs.

“I understand”, you say and you mean it, “then I’ll hold you for a while, yeah?”

He nods his head, growing soft and incredibly small in your arms. As if all he needed to finally take off the mask of strength were your words of understanding.

You run your fingers up and down his back, play with his hair and reassure him of your presence with soft kisses to his closed lids and forehead. There is no strength holding him up, he rests against you with his entire weight but you don’t mind. He can lean on you for as long as he needs to.

“Why do you still love him?” his voice is barely audible.

“Yoongi…” you whisper, feeling a painful lump form in your chest.

“Why do you still do that? I don’t understand.”

“I don’t know”, you press out the words.

“Does he force you? Like he did back then? Does he know something I don’t? Is he blackmailing you? Why do you still want him here?”

“None of those, my love. I’m just…just…sad.”

“Sad?”

“Yes, sad. Sad because he was so sweet and lovely once and now… now he doesn’t even deem it necessary to see his own faults. This can’t be him. This isn’t like him. I don’t want to accept that this is the real him.”

“Maybe you should”, he trembles in a little sob, “before he kills you. Oh god.”

You squeeze him tighter, hoping that this could stop the panic from rising in his chest again.  

“I’m here my love”, you assure him, “and you have to believe me when I say that I don’t want to bloodshare anymore. I won’t do it again, you have to believe me.”

“What if he wants it again?”

“Then I tell him no. He has to respect my decisions, doesn’t matter what he wants.”

“What if you fight with him because of it?”

“It’s a little too late for that already.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re already fighting because of it.”

“Oh.”

“But that doesn’t matter right now and it’s a problem you don’t have to help me with. Don’t worry about it, my love”, you caress his knee, “I don’t want to blood share anymore, I told him that.”

He lifts his head, staring at you with childish, sad hopefulness.

“Really?” he whispers.

“Yes, my love. Really”, you assure him, “I love you the most I ever loved a person and I would do anything for you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Min Yoongi. Fucking yes.”

Yoongi nods his head, resting his hand atop yours.

“Thank you”, he gets out in a small whisper, sinking into you again afterwards. You hold him tightly, playing with his hair.

“Of course, I want to hear what upsets you, so I can work on changing it.”

“Me too”, he says, sneaking a glance at you but avoiding eye contact, “can I still have some time? I want to think more.”

“Yes, you can. We talked about a lot of stuff right now, I get it. I want you to be able to sort through your thoughts. You need that, don’t you?”

He nods his head, “sorry, that’s how I function I guess.”

“It’s okay. I respect that.”

“Thank you”, he whispers, squeezing your waist softly and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Can I ask for one more reassurance that you won’t break up with me, though?”

He lifts his head to look at you.

“I, I want to give you time, I really do. But I get so anxious that you’ll change your mind and break up with me. Sorry, I guess I function that way?”

Yoongi nods his head, “I understand, I do”, he says and caresses your waist gently, “I don’t want to break up with you. You’re my love.”

“Okay, that’s good to hear. Thank you for the reassurance.”

“Mhm”, he nods his head. He turns away slightly and looks at the ground, “can we keep the panic attack between us?”

“Of course, my love. You know by now, what happens between us stays between us.”

“Thank you, it means a lot.”

“To me too”, you say, caressing his cheeks, “can I tell you one last thing before you leave?”

“Sure?” he sounds wary, cocking his right eyebrow up.

“And please don’t think that this is some asshole scheme to keep you here, I-I’m just trying to clear s-stuff up”, you stutter.

“Just tell me, ___”, he says, eyes glued to your face nervously.

“Okay so”, you begin, “will it change anything about how you think if I told you that I didn’t want to drink Jimin’s blood?”

Yoongi straightens up, rolling his shoulders back. His eyes carry shock and deep down the first ambers of rage flicker.

“What did he do?” he asks, growling the words.

“It, it was that night at the club a-and I was in the bathroom when he came after me and we, uhm, we uh, did the thing.”

“Tch.” 

“And then he began kissing my neck and then all of a sudden he bit me.”

Yoongi clenches his jaw, staring at you with dark eyes. 

“And because he didn’t want Tae to find out, he uhm… made me swallow his blood. And then cleaned me to hide the blood.”

You stare at him once you finished your story. He is dead silent, eyes dark and focused on you. It makes you nervous to have him look so calm and yet so angry. Every passing second spent in silence feels like hours. You did what you had to do. You told him what Jimin did, just like you promised Seokjin, and yet now that you did, you wonder if it was even the right thing to do.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” his voice is quiet, but you know better than to trust it. Yoongi is boiling in anger.

“Because he told me that if I told anyone, Tae would want him to leave and I’d be responsible for him losing his best friend again.”

“Fucking hell”, he presses out, looking away, “you should have fucking told me.”

“I was scared.”

“Of what? You know you can tell me anything”, he hisses. 

“I felt. No”, you stop yourself, “feel”, you correct yourself, “guilty for what happened.”

“Why?”

“Because I let him kiss me like that and I, you know uhm, orgasmed and I didn’t even stop him until it was already done.”

“Holy fuck, please tell me you wanted him to do this you. Please princess, tell me he didn’t do even more to you than just force feed you blood. I swear if he did, I’m gonna fucking torture him.”

“I wanted the, uhm, naughty things. I guess. I was drunk, so yeah”, it is hard confessing such things, it makes you feel so ashamed to admit it, “just not the blood and the biting. He asked for consent for the dirty stuff, just went too far in the end.”

“Fuck”, Yoongi presses his hand against his forehead, “holy fuck, I’m going to actually kill him.”

“Please don’t do that. This, this is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you, because I didn’t want you to get upset.”

“Upset? I’m not upset, I’m fucking furious”, Yoongi growls, looking at you with ruby eyes, “how dare he do this to you. I’m going to rip him to shreds.”

“Please don’t”, you beg, trying to calm him down by taking his left hand.

“Fuck”, he exhales, hiding his face in his own knees as he folds into himself. He twists the hair at the back of his head, “why didn’t I notice that you smelled like him? Holy fuck!” he jumps up, kicking a pillow across the room, “I’m so angry at myself. I should have noticed!”

“Don’t blame yourself please. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes it was. I failed you”, he says, pointing at you with his finger, “I’m going to kill him. I’m serious princess, I’ll goddamn torture him for what he did to you. I fucking promise you that much, this is not going to go unpunished.”

“Please think about that first.”

“Why should I?”

“Think of Taehyung.”

“Fuck. This. Brat”, Yoongi hisses, “he should still be rotting in his cell. Stupid bastard, I never should have released him.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Give me a goddamn break. I’m tired of this spoiled bastard always fucking everything up and toying with your life. Where was he when it happened? You went out together and yet he didn’t even bother to check when you were gone for a while? Or afterwards when you came back from the toilet? What did he do?”

“I can’t remember. I was pretty drunk”, you lie because you don’t want to upset him with the truth. That Taehyung was happy you had sex with Jimin and that he looked forward to the threesomes you would be having from now on.

“Nothing. Of course. Your lie was proof enough. He did nothing. Fuck!” he almost yelled the last word, gripping a candleholder to throw it against the wall.

“Yoongi please stop”, you prevent it from happening, “you’re scaring me when you’re like this.”

Yoongi lowers his arm, studying your face. Regret fills his eyes instantly.

“Princess”, he says in a soft voice, dropping the candleholder on the floor mindlessly to instead hurry back to you. He cups your face, tugging you to your feet this way, “don’t be scared please. I won’t ever hurt you”, he says, running his thumbs over your cheek before leaning in to kiss them, “I won’t hurt you, do you hear me?”

“I know that. I’m not scared for myself, I’m scared that you’ll end up hurting yourself.”

He shakes his head, “don’t worry about that. I can’t hurt myself.”

“Well then I’m scared for the candleholder”, you joke in an attempt to lighten the mood.

It works. Yoongi lets out an amused scoff, eyes softening.

“Fuck the candleholder”, he says, painting a faint smile to your lips.

“Fine, fuck it”, you say, combing his messy bangs out of his face.

Yoongi inhales deeply and squeezes his eyes shut, wrapping his fingers around your wrist just to hold something. Only then he exhales, doing so terribly shakily. He does so multiple times, calming himself down this way.

“Goddamn it princess”, he presses out, “why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was scared that you would kill him without thinking.”

“I don’t do that, princess. You know that I don’t. When you tell me to, I hold back. You know that much by now”, he is slightly whining his words, widening his eyes in an almost childlike sulky manner.

“Are you angry at me now?”

“No, of course not”, he shakes his head, caressing your cheeks with his tender hands, “just tell me stuff like this, please. Okay?”

You nod your head, “yeah, okay. A-and I’m sorry for telling you tonight.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want you to think that this is a scheme to get you to forgive me. It’s not that, I just didn’t want to carry yet another secret with me. And I thought that if I told you, maybe I could show you that I’m not a complete cunt. I would never drink Jimin’s blood willingly. Never ever.”

“I know that this is why you told me, don’t worry”, he reassures you.

You caress his hands, pulling them to your lips so you can kiss them. 

“I’m really sorry.”

“Stop saying that, I know”, he whispers, caressing your knuckles.

“Okay I’ll try a-and I want you to know that you can still leave, I also wasn’t trying to make you stay by telling you what Jimin did. If you still need time alone, I understand.”

Yoongi shakes his head, pulling you into a hug. 

“Don’t make me leave”, he murmurs into your neck, picking you up just so he can hold you that much tighter, “you’re staying with me, you silly girl.”

“Okay”, you say, wrapping your limbs around him as best as possible. You feel so relieved to have him hold you like this. It makes you feel as if not all is lost.

Yoongi presses you closer, inhaling your scent shakily. 

“Fuck princess”, his voice is muffled by your neck, “you’re so fucking reckless sometimes. You’ll cost me my last nerves one day.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hush, you idiot. Just let me hold you.” 

You chuckle softly, “okay, I’ll shut up now. You smell really good.”

“You too.”

Click.

The door opens. Jungkook steps into the room.

“See? It worked”, he says, calling both of your attention.

Yoongi lifts his head, placing you down carefully. He keeps his arm around your waist, caressing it slowly.

“You little brat, come here this instant”, he says.

Jungkook follows with a boyish cackle and confident cockiness in his eyes.

“Don’t be mad at me. You know that I’m a genius.”

“You’re deserving of some spanking, that’s what you are”, Yoongi answers him, gripping him by his waist just to pull him close and land a harsh spank on his buttocks.

Jungkook squeaks, falling against Yoongi with widened eyes and his butt chasing his hand.

Yoongi spanks him a second time and then goes to grab his chin harshly, squishing his cheeks in the process.

“Don’t think that I’m done with you. I’m letting you off tonight because I’m feeling gracious, but you little brat will get your punishment”, he says in a dark voice.

“Okay. Good”, Jungkook whispers, gazing at Yoongi with his knees feeling like puddy.

“Now come here, you two”, Yoongi says, picking you and Jungkook up to carry you to the mattress.

He throws the two of you on top of it and drops down himself right between your bodies. Face buried in the pillows and arms snug around your waists, he lays completely still.

“Uhm hyung?” Jungkook asks, trying and failing to wiggle into another position.

“Stay”, Yoongi orders him, “I need a distraction. I’ll kill shit otherwise.”

“I’m fine with that”, you say, snuggling closer to Yoongi. You begin playing with his hair, doing so slowly.

“Me too”, Jungkook agrees, placing his hand on Yoongi’s back to draw patterns on it.

Yoongi exhales shakily, muscles in his arms tensing.

“What are you guys doing to me?” his voice is muffled by the pillows.

Jungkook nuzzles closer to him, “what do you mean?” he asks, running his fingers up and down Yoongi’s spine and forcing shivers over his body. 

“You guys are going to ruin me. I’ve never been that stressed in my entire life.”

You chuckle, Jungkook does too. Yoongi turns his head to the side, sending you a look.

“Don’t laugh at me. I’m really fucking upset.”

“Wait. Really?” you gasp.

Yoongi nods his head. 

“Noo Yoongi Boongie, I’m sorry for laughing”, you say, cupping his cheek, “we’re here now, don’t worry.”

“I just wanna kill him”, Yoongi confesses, looking at you with big, pleading eyes, “he hurt my ___. Everything inside me tells me to go downstairs and rip him to shreds.”

“I know, but please don’t do this. I know you don’t want to hear that, but I don’t want Tae to lose his best friend again.”

“Why not? He’s nothing but a cunt. Taehyung’s better off without him.”

“You’ve seen how he was when Jimin was dead. Tae’s not better off without him.”

“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re protecting someone like Jimin”, Yoongi murmurs and turns his head away, looking at Jungkook that way. 

“Hey, my love”, you whisper, running your fingers through his hair, “I’m not protecting him, I just don’t want Tae to grieve again.”

Yoongi stays silent. 

“Do you understand my reasoning?” you ask him, “mhm?”

He huffs out air, but shivers when you massage his scalp right where it feels the best.

“Yoongi?”

“Don’t ignore her”, Jungkook says, “please you guys just made up, you can’t fight again.”

“I’m not fighting, I’m thinking”, Yoongi grumbles, now turning away from Jungkook to look back at you. He frowns, but slowly relaxes his features as you begin massaging his temple and forehead.

“I won’t kill him. For now.”

“That’s enough for me. Thank you so much, my love.”

“For now”, Yoongi insists, furrowing his brows, “if he acts up again and hurts you, I won’t hold back anymore.”

“I know, thank you for listening.”

“Tch, whatever”, he murmurs shyly, turning his head back to Jungkook. He runs his eyes up and down Jungkook’s features. Like this they are a good hand’s width apart, cheeks squished on the pillow and eyes locking after a second. 

“Since when are you such a punk?” he asks Jungkook, making him giggle.

“I’ve learned from you, hyung”, Jungkook says, “remember when you made ___ and I meet in the gym so we could talk it out?”

“I never did something like this. I don’t know what you’re saying”, Yoongi lies.

“Well, I got inspired by that”, Jungkook snickers, “I think it went really well.”

“Tch, punk”, Yoongi murmurs, rolling over so he was resting on his back. He folds his hands on his tummy, eyes glued to the ceiling. 

“No, but aren’t you glad that you guys are talking again?” Jungkook insists, snuggling closer to Yoongi until his face was hidden in the crook of his neck.

“I am”, you say, touching Yoongi’s temple just to tug a strand of hair behind his ear. 

Yoongi shifts his eyes to you, reaching up to trace your cheek as softly as possible. 

“Me too”, he breathes, running his thumb over your lips. He pulls back, touching his own lips while his eyes soften in fondness. 

“Oh Yoongi”, you say, shimmying closer and snuggling into him. You kiss his lips. Hesitantly and carefully. Just once and then you already pull back, gazing into his eyes. 

“Mhm”, he lets out, lowering his eyes shyly. He rolls to his side so his back was facing you. He wiggles into a comfortable position, sticking his butt out this way. Then he looks over his shoulder, frowning at you shyly.

You understand instantly, closing the distance between you and him. He lifts his head so you could sneak your arm under it and then presses back into you. With a harsh tug on your arm, he makes you fall against him. Your face naturally nuzzles into his neck. 

“Is that comfy, my love?” you whisper, holding his hand tightly.

“Kiss my neck.”

“Okay, okay”, you say and begin placing tender kisses on his skin. “like this?”

“Ye, is nice”, he murmurs and cuddles closer. 

“Then I’ll keep doing that”, you say, whispering your next words, “lean on me, my love. I'm right here and I won’t let go.”

Yoongi huffs out air loudly before those huffs of air turn into quiet purrs and soon you can hear Jungkook match his frequency.

You sneak a glance past Yoongi’s head at Jungkook. He has his eyes closed, hand having come to a standstill on Yoongi’s lower waist. Only his fingers trying to sneak under his shirt lets you know that he wasn’t completely lost in sleep yet.

You hide your face back in Yoongi’s neck, closing your eyes.

Tonight won’t be a terrible night. There may still be a lot to fix and issues to take care of, but at least for tonight you have Yoongi to hold and that is enough.

#yoongi romance #yoongi angst #yoongi fanfiction #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #vampire!yoongi #bts romance #bts angst #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #bts x you #vampire!bts #jungkook romance #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #vampire!jungkook #bangtan romance #bangtan angst #bangtan fanfic #bangtan x reader #bangtan x you #vampire!bangtan #vampire!taehyung #vampire!jimin #vampire!hoseok #vampire!seokjin

[ivyjupiterwrites]

To add to my Roach bugging the ever loving hell outta Gaz chaos--

I don't really like South Park but Ive heard this audio on TikTok and since there's the usage of Kyle I just had to.

Roach steering away every starry eyed private who would try and ask him about Gaz. Remorsefully he would explain to them that unfortunately for them, he and Kyle were in a relationship.

To step the fuck off his terf.

That was his fucking man.

Resulting in Gaz being utterly confused that these ladies are so curt with him lately. Polite all the same, but they hurried away from him like they had some place to be. Like they meant business. It didn't feel right.

Cue Roach eventually cracking after who knows maybe weeks or possibly months? of convincing Gaz he's just maybe giving off an 'off vibe'. --whatever the hell that means, Gaz would sigh while rolling his eyes. The smartass bug was entirely no help sometimes.

"You told them we're together?" Absolutely gobsmacked and jaw on the floor, Gaz was nearly falling forward off his seat. He wanted to strangle the smugly smirking boy across from him. "Actual women were interested in me....and you..."

"I think you broke him." Price chortled as he stumbled across the scene, simply trying to grab something however upon seeing Gaz in such a state decided to investigate with a probing Dad remark.

"I'm sure if you told them I was just being a shithead they-"

"Be so fucking for real right now," Gaz silenced the all too many game playing sergeant. "You honestly think any of them are still going to be interested after your stunt!?" it was almost like Roach wanted him to die alone. Irritated and annoyed and alone.

"I mean if they're cool they will." Roach kicked Gaz's boot with his own, grimacing at his heavily frowning friend. "Homophobia isn't sexy. Bi boys are." When he was met with more silence, he turned to the all too quiet Captain. "right Sir."

"Love don't hate--appreciate." Raising a fist to shake slightly at Roach, he'd take it with how meaningfully Price was doing it.

"Why would you do this to me?" Continuing his lamenting and bitching, the incessant laughter which followed it from Roach answered the question wordlessly.

Roach was always up to some sort of heinous shit for the hell of it. Sometimes meaning he didn't think about the post repercussions and what that might mean. All in all he was attempting it all out of just the pure hell of it.

The shenanigans. The stories. The gags. The goofs.

Whether the rest of the team was about it or not.

He truly embodied younger brother energy. Roach would walk into a room, mess with each of them ever so slightly yet infuriatingly before boogeying on out. He would shadow box at their limbs, steal bits of their foods and plop himself on their laps. A true menace to all. Especially if they were a macho hypermasculine little baby.

Roach had zero problems treating men the exact same way they treated women, primarily one of the main reasons he was written up so often. 'bein fucking weird' was usually how it was phrased, however they wanted to call it, it made him smile wide each and every time. The other times being his practical gags.

"Listen, I didn't say it to all of'em."

"Word spreads, they all talk ya know."

"And do you think the smart ones worth sleeping with listen to the Barrack Bunnies I was loping stories to or?"

"I think the Lad might've just done you a favour?" Price, albeit confused a hell, was impressed. He just thought his sgt was about the tom foolery, he hadn't considered there may be a underlying positive.

"Yeah you can call it whatever you want to," Gaz wasn't buying the excuses, glaring over his shoulder as he left the room he narrowed his eyes on the bouncing bug of a boy. Roach was always just a little too pleased with himself. "I know when someone does me a dirty." and with that he departed from the room, mind swimming with ways to inconvenience him.

#gary roach sanderson #roach mw2 #roach cod #roach call of duty #gary sanderson #kyle gaz garrick #gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz cod #call of duty

[writerlyhabits]

Red Henley

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: Bucky spending the night becomes a regular occurrence, but what does that look like in your every day life? What does it mean for a rough day of work cutting into other plans? 

Ch 11 of the Neighbors Series | Masterlist | Ch. 10 | Ch. 12

Warnings: mild language, sexual themes (they’re horny), lots of pet names both new and old, maybe a teeny tiny hint of angst? It’s mostly fluff

AN: a normal-sized chapter, how cute 😂 This is actually double the size I originally planned it to be, but I can’t find myself being mad about it, there’s some good development here if you know what I mean 😉 I’m already mentally writing the beginning of the next chapter I’m so freaking excited you guys, you have no idea. Thank you as always to @deceiverofgodss for suffering through this with me, and I hope you enjoy! 💛

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Soft lips on your cheek…

That was the first thing you felt, gentle kisses being scattered across your face as the morning sun filtered in to light the room beyond your eyelids. You hummed groggily, the effects of sleep slowly fading as you were brought to life, feeling the warmth that came with being cradled in a certain someone’s very muscular arms. 

“Good morning,” Bucky whispered, sounding much more awake than you did, as usual. You only groaned in response, earning a chuckle. “I know, sugar, but you gotta get up for work. I let you sleep as long as I could.” 

“Are you taking on the role of my personal alarm clock?” You teased, your voice still tired as you shifted and stretched in the bed. 

“I figured I was preferable to the annoying sound of the alarm you’re gonna snooze anyway,” you smiled as he kissed you, soft and slow. 

This had been your morning routine for the past few days, and honestly? It was divine. There was no place you’d rather be, his hands cupping your jaw to move you as he pleased – kissing your smiling face with an expression that matched – and his unnecessarily large biceps acting like a shield from anything outside of your little corner of the world. 

“C’mon, let me see those pretty eyes.” If you weren’t lying in bed your knees would have buckled. Begrudgingly, you peeked one eye open to find him glowing in the early morning light, his sparkling blues watching you reverently. “There’s my girl. All the way open or I’m gonna push you outta bed.” 

There was your troublemaker. 

“You wouldn’t.” You felt his weight lift off of you, and leave the mattress. You shot your eyes open, knowing he’d make good on his promise – or at least get really close – and found him on his knees beside you. “No don’t, I’m awake, James,” you pleaded, scrambling to get up, desperately trying to find a purchase on his large frame. 

“Would you look at that, she lives,” he chuckled as you clung onto him, the deep sound rumbling through his chest. Large hands found your body and pressed you impossibly closer to him, cradling your head into the crook of his neck. You felt the vibrations of his amused hum when you started placing sleepy kisses on his neck. 

Bucky’s hands drifted down your backside, brushing over your ass as he gripped your legs, locking them around his hips as he shuffled backwards off of the bed. He carried you through your apartment until your feet hit the tile floor of your bathroom where he cupped your cheeks, kissed your eyelids, and left you to get ready. You smiled, opening your eyes to watch him give you a playful grin before disappearing into the rest of the apartment. 

Your reflection in the mirror reminded you of what had happened the other night, feeling your cheeks heat up when the only slightly faded hickey sat  proudly on your chest, the neck of your loose sleep shirt doing nothing to conceal it. At the very least, you weren’t forced to wear obvious scarves and turtlenecks or copious amounts of makeup like a teenager, but it was in just the right spot that you still had to be careful with your wardrobe. One wrong slip, or pull of a necklace, and it could be out there for the world to see. 

To his credit, he’d been thoughtful in his placement. And in his favor, you were practically giddy every time you had to “hide” it. 

Bucky was a man of routine. He’d said once that if there hadn’t been a war going on, he might have enjoyed being in the army a bit more for that reason. And while your morning routines had been occurring in the same space for the last few days, you still were never mentally prepared for what was waiting for you in the living room when you were dressed and ready. 

“Can I make you somethin, sugar?” Bucky asked sweetly, no sign of struggle in his voice as he pumped out a ridiculous amount of push ups just from the time it took you to step into the room. 

Good god it was doing wonders for his back. He opted not to put a shirt on – it hadn’t taken long for him to sleep that way as well – showing off his rippling muscles and his broad shoulders. Every so often the stretch of skin where black vibranium met his shoulder blade would disappear behind the ridges of his back. It was making your head spin, and something else clench around nothing. 

“You still with me?” He chuckled, and you realized you hadn’t responded. Luckily he hadn’t looked up at you from his position to see more than your feet stopped in front of him, else he would have caught you gawking at his bulging biceps. 

“Hm? Oh I- no, ‘m fine,” you managed, screwing your head back on and turning to make yourself something quick before work. Something that would require very little focus, because right now you had none to spare.  

Bucky’s morning workouts had been both a blessing and a curse. It was wonderful getting to start your day with that view, and you wanted to appreciate the art form that was his body. At the same time, your mind wandered to dangerous places, which had a tendency to make for a slightly uncomfortable drive to work and no chance at doing anything about it.

You popped bread into the toaster before grabbing your bag and making sure you had everything you needed. Phone, wallet, keys, inappropriate thoughts about Bucky Barnes… check. 

“Hey, I was thinking… your birthday is coming up next week,” you started, not looking at him as you found something else to fiddle with in the kitchen. “Did you want to do anything?”

“How’d you know that?” he asked with a grunt that you willed yourself to ignore. 

“It’s on a wall next to your face at the museum.” 

“Ah.” With another grunt and a thump, you peeked around the counter to see him sprawled out on the floor, tilting his head back to look at you upside down. He gave you a noncommittal sound and a shrug in response to your question, and you rolled your eyes as you walked up to him. 

“Nothing? C’mon, we could do whatever you want. Go downtown and do something fun, maybe a nice dinner, or something you used to do with your family? I could get your favorite kind of cake, put all one hundred and six candles on it,” you teased with a playful expression. 

He chuckled as you kneeled beside his spot on the floor. “Please don’t, you’ll burn your apartment down. I kinda like it here.” You hummed in amusement, and when you kept waiting for an answer he released a breath, looking up at the ceiling as he fiddled with his dog tags. 

“My ma used to make this chocolate cake that had weird stuff in it, with milk and eggs being so expensive. Other than that…” He shrugged again, and you were ready to try and tease him for not giving you a full answer, but you saw a flicker of something cross his face and let him continue. “But I always did something with my sister. Take her to the movies or drive out to get lunch somewhere new. Even when she went away for school, she always made a point to write or send a care package.” 

While Bucky reminisced, you were starting to form a plan of your own. You knew Bucky well enough by now, he wasn’t going to ask to do anything on his own; he always put in more effort than he ever expected in return. He would give you ideas, shrug it off, and leave it up to you. 

“I see you thinking,” he said after a few moments, smirking up at you. “Don’t go doing anything crazy, I’m more than happy just to stay here with you.” He brought a hand up to cup your cheek as you rolled your eyes at him, brushing his thumb across it softly. 

“Well, you’re getting the chocolate cake,” you said with determination, earning you a chuckle.

“Whatever you want, sugar. As long as I get to do this.” Bucky sat up and reached around your middle, rolling the both of you over so he was pinning you down on the floor in all his half naked glory. Boyish grin on his handsome face, glistening abs that led your eyes down to the band of his grey sweatpants…

Oh.

Before you had any time to process how hot your cheeks were, his lips were on yours. Slow and languid, the way he knew would make your brain go fuzzy. His tongue teased your lips, and your brain couldn’t decide whether it wanted to focus on the way he was kissing you, or the weight you could feel pressing into your thigh. His touch was featherlight as he caressed your sides, and you instinctively carded your hands through his hair as you leaned into the kiss, resting them around his neck. 

Not even a few moments later, he attacked. 

Strong hands and vibranium fingers dug into your ticklish spots, and you convulsed underneath him, trying to get out of his grasp. Your face hurt with the force of your smile, his deep laughter mixing in with yours as he gave you no mercy, caging you in place so you couldn’t escape. 

“Buck- James please, I can’t-” you tried, pushing at his hands in a desperate attempt for a breath. When he finally let up, his arms slinked around your waist and he buried his face into your neck. 

“Mmm, is this where you put that new perfume?” he hummed, scattering kisses there before you could answer, his amused breath causing you to flinch away from him. “It smells good. Just as sweet as you,” he continued, punctuating his words with kisses across your cheeks. 

You were vaguely aware of the sound of the toaster popping in the background, but the supersoldier on top of you paid no mind to it. “Bucky, let me up,” you managed through a giggle. “I- that’s my-”

“Sorry excuse for a breakfast, I know,” he groaned. He attached his lips to yours one more time – sneaky bastard poured himself into this one, and it took you longer than it should have to make a noise in rebuttal. Reluctantly, he got off of you, standing up and offering his hand to pull you up. 

His hands may have left you, but his eyes didn’t. 

“How about we do somethin’ tonight?” he asked as you were finishing up your slice of toast and gathering your belongings. His voice was deep, smooth, and when you turned to look at him his expression matched. Eyebrow cocked, and signature grin on his face as he leaned against the counter, one hand on his hip. 

Could he not be that hot for two damn minutes?

“You can’t decide on something to do for your birthday, but you want to make special plans for tonight,” you teased. 

“C’mon, I’m serious, let me do something for you. We could go out, get dressed up all fancy,” he drawled, and it was embarrassing how quickly he made a mess of you. 

“Like we do every Saturday?” 

“No, I mean like… a classy dinner, nice slacks and a button down,” he started, his tongue darting out to lick his pretty pink lips. He pushed off of the counter and made his way over to where you were rooted to the spot, standing tall right in front of you and brushing the tips of his fingers up your sides. “Maybe a little black dress with those red shoes you like so much… How’s that sound, baby?” 

It was too early in the morning for thoughts like these. And his tone mixed with his lack of clothing was not helping your situation. 

“I- yeah that sounds, hm, that sounds good,” you managed through a shiver. 

“Good,” Bucky smirked, hooking a finger under your jaw and pulling your face close to his. This time his kiss was hungry, but it was quick, taking his chance when your lips parted to push into you. As soon as you let out a whimper he eased off, and you felt him smile against you. Your eyes fluttered open when he parted, his baby blues darkened by his pupils. “I’ll see you tonight.” 

He slipped away from you, winking as he turned around and walked – strutted – back into your bedroom. Your body told you to follow him, your watch told you otherwise. You cursed under your breath and grabbed your bag, beginning the uncomfortable journey to work with a puddle in your lower region. 

…

He was excited for tonight. Very excited. Was there a plan? Maybe not. But if the best he could pull together was a candle lit home cooked dinner and romantic atmosphere, that’s what he was going to do. 

After spending the past few nights sleeping in the same bed as you, cuddled up under the covers with you tucked under his arm, Bucky could only tame the desires creeping up on him for so long. He loved being your man, every up and down that came with it, he was completely and absolutely smitten. He loved all of your soft sleepy smiles when you first wake up, the way your hands felt gliding over his body, how your eyes sparkled when you looked at him. 

He might be a super soldier but he was still human, with instinctive human desires. The first time he’d spent the night, he’d gotten a glimpse of what it would be like if he let himself push farther, at least before you two had been interrupted. He wanted to feel your hands roaming his body for purchase again, feel your hungry mouth on his, and have you whimpering his name as he settled between your thighs. 

He wanted you bad. If he was being honest with himself, it had been a long time coming. But he didn't use to struggle as much keeping those thoughts at bay, reminding himself to wait it out, to make sure it was what you both really wanted. Though now he didn’t have any reason to doubt you wanted him just as much, especially after how easy it was to fluster you this morning, and his resolve was cracking. 

Dinner would be good. If he could pull it off. He doubted he could get a reservation anywhere really nice, and if he could, it was a gamble whether or not he could actually afford it. He got enough from the government to get by, maybe do a little bit extra, but he was by no means well-off. Did he risk taking you to the roof and hope nobody else had the same idea? Or did he just play it safe in your living room, aided by dim lighting and slow music? Whatever the plan was, he would need flowers, so that’s where he would start. 

That’s where he was a few hours after you’d left for work when his phone rang, stepping away from the bouquets he was perusing when your name came up on the screen, and answering as he stepped out of the shop near your apartment building. 

“Hey sweetheart, how’s it going?” He asked, a warm smile on his face as he greeted you. 

“It’s… it’s okay.” He picked up on your tone immediately. Something wasn’t right. 

“What’s going on? What happened?”

“How do you do that?” You tried to laugh, but it was choked. He could tell you had been crying, and he didn’t like it one bit. 

“I know you, sweets. Talk to me, what’s wrong?” He heard you take a shaky breath on your end and waited patiently for your response. 

“I just… I- it’s already been a long day. I’m on my lunch now, but things just keep adding up and I’m drained.” He hated hearing you like this, your voice so weak and quiet. All he wanted to do right now was hold you, make you feel safe. “I was really looking forward to what you had planned for tonight, but I don’t even know when I’ll make it home. I can try to-”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Just try and make it through the day as best as you can, alright?” 

“I don’t want to ruin any plans that you-” 

“You’re not ruining anything, doll. We’ll save it for another night, I promise.” He heard you groan on the other side, followed by a sniffle. “Do you want me to come rescue you?” he teased, only half joking. 

“Ugh, don’t even tempt me, I might seriously take you up on it,” you laughed, and it made him feel better when it came a little easier than your last one. “I’m sorry-”

“Don’t,” he scolded. “I’ll see you later tonight, okay?” He waited for your confirmation before saying your goodbyes, leaving him to reconsider his next course of action. 

He shoved his plans for a romantic – suggestive was the better word if he was being honest – evening into the corner of his mind. He would have plenty of other chances to come back to it when you were ready, but tonight needed to be different. Maybe he wouldn’t attempt a fancy dinner, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try to make it special. 

Bucky turned on his heel to step inside the florist’s shop once again with a new mission. 

…

When you were finally clearing the top of the stairs that led to your front door, you were beat. Physically and emotionally exhausted, and you only had the mental capacity to keep putting one foot in front of the other so you could get inside of your apartment and crash. 

It was disappointing, honestly, how differently your night was supposed to have gone. Bucky had been tantalizing, and thoughts of where the night would have led filled your head right up until everything started going sideways. You shook your head to rid yourself of any more thoughts of work, fishing your keys out of your purse to push open your door. 

Whatever you expected to see, this was not it. Your apartment was dark save for the candles that decorated your coffee table and kitchen counters, the calming aroma they offered hitting your senses, and you saw a small bouquet of your favorite flowers in a vase on the counter. As you slowly made your way into the apartment you closed the door behind you, the smell of something deliciously familiar filling your nose. Before you could call out to the prime suspect, Bucky stepped out of your room in one of his henleys and a new pair of soft pants. When your eyes met his, he offered you a gentle smile. 

“James… what is all this?” you asked softly, battling the emotions that were threatening to come back up. 

“I know this isn’t what we talked about this morning, but you had a long day, and I still wanted to do something special for you,” he admitted, his brows furrowed in concern as he continued to look at you. “I figured you hadn’t eaten, so I found that recipe you said was your favorite. I doubled the garlic like you told me last time.” You hummed in amusement and took another inhale. 

“It smells amazing.” 

“Good, I’m glad. I just hope it tastes as good as it smells,” he smiled softly. After a few moments he continued. “I’ve got a blanket and fresh pajamas in the dryer, and I laid out my old red henley on your bed. It should still smell like me if you- I knew you’d like that,” he grinned, seeing your reaction written very plainly across your face. You dropped your things unceremoniously on the floor where you stood, and started moving towards him. “I wanted to try and make tonight a little better than-” 

Before he could finish his sentence you had flung your arms around his neck, forcing his hands to reach out and hold you steady against him, and locking your lips onto his. It only took a moment for him to catch up, his large hands running soothingly down your back while he kissed you. 

When your lips parted you rested your forehead onto his, which he reciprocated in earnest, his strong hold on you never faltering. “This is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me,” you gushed, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his when they kept bumping. 

“Really? A home cooked meal and fresh linens? The bar is kind of low, don’t ‘ya think?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes as you tucked into the crook of his neck. 

“Joke all you want, but I’m serious. This is… it’s wonderful, Buck.” He pressed light kisses to the top of your head as he cradled you into him, and you melted into his arms, basking in his gentle affection. He was warm and cozy, strong and sturdy, and you could hear that big heart of his beating soundly in his chest. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me just yet, sugar,” he mused, and you could hear the handsome smile on his face. “I’ve got something else for you after dinner.” 

“What more could you possibly have planned?” 

“You’re gonna have to stay up and see.” 

…

He should have thought this through. Did he regret his decision? Absolutely not. Could he have put half a second more thought into it? Most definitely. 

Dinner had gone over like a dream; you sauntered out of your room bundled up in warm pajamas with a blanket around your shoulders, sunk into couch cushions as he got you a serving, and looked close to orgasmic when the first bite had passed your lips. Afterwards he’d insisted on carrying you into the bedroom for the last part of his surprise, the blanket having been cast aside to expose your choice in pajamas; his red henley, and a pair of nonexistent sleep shorts. He hadn’t realized quite how small they were when he’d thrown them in the dryer. Which led him to his current predicament. 

You were laid out on your stomach with the covers pulled back like he’d instructed, looking like a goddamn dream, while he was supposed to be helping you wind down from the day. How exactly he thought he’d be able to give you a back massage he had no idea, because he hadn’t accounted for the human error in the equation, in this case being the semi hard-on in his pants. 

Bucky approached the bed, watching you shift as the mattress dipped underneath him, careful not to jostle you too much. Acting on instinct, he braced himself over you with one hand on either side of your waist, leaning down to place chaste kisses below your ear. 

You smiled as the sensation tickled your sensitive skin, but you didn’t shy away as he spoke. “You look cute in my shirt. Do me a favor?” You hummed in response, eyes closed as you relaxed into the bed. “Don’t give it back to me.”

“Why, don’t like this one anymore?” You giggled, feigning innocence. 

“I’ve been trying to give it to you for a while now, you keep washing it and giving it back,” he grumbled, playing along with your game. There was half a second where his judgment clouded, allowing him a soft nip to your earlobe before whispering in your ear. “Kinda missing the point of stealin your man’s clothes, babygirl.” 

You shivered underneath him. Shivered. He was gonna hang onto that for another time. Right now it was about you, about making you feel better. 

Which meant that when he sat up to get to work, he stayed on his side of the bed to avoid you feeling him slot between your-

Head out of the gutter, Barnes. 

He started at your lower back, digging his thumbs into your tired muscles and working away the tension. You made clear signs or relief as he worked, turning to putty beneath his hands in an instant. 

“You wanna talk about what happened at work today?” He tried gently, nothing but sweetness in his voice. 

You shook your head as much as you could while pressed into the pillows. “Not tonight.” Something must have really shaken you today, you always spilled your guts to him when you got home, for better or for worse. “I just want to be here with you right now, we can talk about it another day.”

“You’ve got me,” he assured you. “My complete, undivided attention.” There was a pleased sound that came from you, and then a pause for a few moments while he waited for you to initiate the conversation. Or the silence, whichever suited you best. 

“I was thinking, about your birthday…” you started hesitantly, and he could only imagine what might be coming next as you braced for his response. “What if we go to New York?” 

He hadn’t been expecting that one. 

“Yeah?” he asked, his hands stopping momentarily as he gave his promised undivided focus. “What do you want to do up there?” 

“Not sure, really. But I was thinking, Brooklyn boy, it might be nice for you to show me around your old stomping ground?” You shrugged, in a way that he knew meant you were trying to keep it casual and low level, when you were actually bursting at the seams with a much stronger emotion. 

“I have a feeling my neck of the woods has changed quite a bit since I left,” he reminded you with a chuckle. “I don’t know how good of a tour guide I’d be.” 

“It might be nice to see what’s changed? Your birthday is on Sunday. We could take a weekend and go explore, see what’s new and what’s still there… I don’t know, I just thought it might be fun.” There it was again; this shrug meant that you really, really, really wanted to get him up to Brooklyn. He’d be the first to admit it was a tempting offer… and he’d never been good at being able to tell you ‘no.’

“Sounds like a plan.” You wiggled excitedly underneath him, remembering to settle back to a still position when his hands resumed their work. 

By the time his hands had traveled up to your shoulders, he was convinced you were only halfway conscious. He took advantage of his stealthy skill set, making almost no difference when he eased off of the mattress to get up and turn out the lamp on your nightstand. He pulled the covers back up around you, and ever so gently sliding himself back into bed. You only stirred when he leaned over to press a featherlight kiss to your forehead, instinctively seeking him out for more. 

“G’night Buck…” you drawled, and he couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face. He pulled you a little closer, wrapped his arms around you right, and felt peace wash over him as you snuggled closer fast asleep. 

“Good night, peach.”

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[orcboxer]

i've never gotten in a fight before, what's it like to get punched in earnest?

It depends! How hard the punch is and where the punch lands are the main factors. Also, everyone is built different, so my experience won't be quite the same as someone else's, but if you're curious here's mine:

If you got your guard up and take a hit to your arms, it stings but it ain't bad at all really. Same for anything padded with muscle like the chest or thigh or back. Like unless it hits the funny bone or some other weird nerve, it's just whatever imo.

Getting punched in the solar plexus can hurt like hell and knock the wind outta you, but if you keep your abdominals tensed it really reduces the damage of the blow, and makes a lot of body shots feel like nothin. Still gotta be careful about it though, obviously, a punch to the gut is way better than a punch to the solar plexus, but yeah. Surprisingly I've never had a broken rib but I expect that would hurt like hell too so just keep your guard up and stay mobile and hopefully you just never have to worry bout it lmao.

A punch to the face is complicated. The nose and temple are the worst, in my experience, the pain being immediate and sharp. The nose is sensitive and bleeds a lot, it's annoying.

When I've been punched in the cheek, jaw, or eye (which obviously fucks up yer vision), the pain wasn't immediate, it took a few seconds, by which point the adrenaline kicked in. The first punch to the face typically stuns you, there's a moment of shock especially if you weren't expecting it, and for me it was surprisingly less painful than I expected, which I'm sure hasn't been everyone's experience, but you'll definitely be feelin it the next morning regardless.

Your mouth is filled with sharp rocks (teeth) so the first place you start bleeding is typically in there (wear a mouthguard), but when I'm wearing a mouthguard I don't even notice it until after the fight. With fighting as with sex, always always use protection. Not just mouthguard but hand-wraps too, you do not wanna fight with unwrapped fists, you'll fuck up your hands so fast and it'll suck.

If you get punched at the right force and angle, you might start "seeing stars" which is where these little flecks of golden light drift around your vision like dust motes -- this indicates your brain got jostled. For me the headache hits in waves radiating from within, and like, the best way I can describe it is a "cold" pain, as opposed to the "hot" pain you get with like a cut on your skin.

Everyone is a little different in terms of how the adrenaline hits em. For me it's like this. Your brain is switching over to fight mode, where words don't exist, just movement. All communication sounds muffled, complex sentences are just noise, time feels like water, and you are bursting with energy. It's exhilarating, and for some folks, like me, it makes minor pain from punches somehow feel great, kinda feels like stretching out your muscles after a long car ride, it's hard to explain, but the function of that is that it makes it easier to shrug off blows and move confidently, which is important cuz bein afraid of gettin hit can be a huge hindrance.

The final factor is context. And this is a surprisingly important one. If we're talkin boxing or mma or just fighting with friends for fun, it's great and it hurts less. Especially with friends, they ain't gonna want to seriously injure you so overall it's just exhilarating and fun. I'll come out of a friendly match covered in bruises and glowing. But a serious fight, with hard feelings or actual danger, sucks, it hurts more and can be traumatic, so, as much as I love to pick fights, consent is everything.

I do genuinely recommend boxing or whatever other martial art really appeals to you, if that's ever somethin you're interested in. Not every gym is gonna be right for you, and some fights are gonna turn south unexpectedly, but for me the hobby itself has been really empowering (not counting these pandemic years, since I can't fight anyone) and, weirdly, it gives me gender euphoria lol. It ain't for everyone but I love it.

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[queenxxxsupreme]

He Comes With The Storm (Lambert x reader)

A/N: Hi babes! I know it’s been a while, but my summer has yet to be a chill and relaxed one. But I will continue to write what I can, when I can :)

Warnings: nothing outside of canon, 

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Lambert comes home.

***

A clap of thunder made you jump, your hand coming to cover your heart. 

Your cat, Bread, meowed loudly and weaved between your legs. 

“It’s just a little thunderstorm, handsome boy.” You leaned down to pet his head. 

You returned to the soup you were making, stirring a few bay leaves into the pot. 

Even though it was late in the evening and the sun had long since set, you were just getting around to making dinner for yourself. Time had escaped you earlier in the day. You found a rather intriguing book and dived into it, losing all sense of time as the day went by quickly.

The next thing you knew, it was nighttime and a thunderstorm had rolled in. 

Bread meowed again, rubbing against your calf. 

“You’ve already had your dinner, silly.” You smiled down at him. 

A sudden echoing thud against the front down made you jolt, a squeak of surprise escaping your lips. Your hand slapped over your mouth as you listened for the noise again. 

Your heart began to race in your chest at the possibilities of what could have caused the noise. A fallen branch? Debris the heavy wind could have stirred up? A person even?

The thud came again. 

Goosebumps began to rise on your skin. There was no way the wind caused that noise. It had to be someone. 

Who the hell would be at your door at such a time of night and in the middle of a storm?

Worries began to swarm your mind. They mustn’t be here for anything good.

You picked up Bread and began to take slow, quiet steps towards the hall that led to your room. 

“Y/N– Fuck!” A familiar voice shouted. “I can hear you in there! It’s just me!”

You put Bread down on to a chair and hurried to the door. You pulled it open, then quickly pulled Lambert into your home. 

He was soaked to the bone and his red ringlets were disheveled from the wind and the rain. 

He let the satchel over his shoulder fall to the floor, then he took the sheath for his swords off. 

“I didn’t know you’d be coming so early in the spring.” You picked up his satchel and placed it on the table.

As you turned to face him, his arms suddenly embraced you and he kissed your lips. You were pleasantly surprised by the kiss. Your hands came to hold his shoulder and his cheek, fingertips brushing over his scruffy jaw. 

“Missed you.” He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes closing. 

“I missed you too.” You smiled. “And as much as I love your hugs, I am not a fan of getting my clothes wet.”

He stepped back, looking down at his attire. 

“All my shit’s drenched from the fuckin’ rain.” Lambert moved to his satchel. 

“I think I have one or two pairs of your trousers from last autumn.” You turned to go to your room.

Lambert followed behind you. 

“How are Vesemir and your brothers doing?” 

“Vesemir’s good. Old bastard’s still runnin’ around annoyin’ the piss outta whoever he comes across.”

“He only annoys you.” You grinned a little. 

Once you were in your room, you began to search the wardrobe for the trousers you had folded away months ago. 

“What of Eskel, Coen, and Geralt? Anything exciting with those boys?”

“Geralt brought his bard. He was annoying too, like a little gnat always yapping.”

“Who doesn’t annoy you?” You paused your search to look over to your witcher, a teasing grin playing on your lips. “Me?”

“Nah. Everyone annoys me.” He grinned. 

“Hmm. I’ll keep that one in mind.” 

“Coen got himself a new nasty scar just across his collarbone. Said a pair of griffins did it to him.”

“Oh, you boys worry me– Aha!” You found the trousers and pulled them out. “There. You can change into that and then come out to the kitchen. Dinner should be done momentarily.”

“You made me dinner? How sweet of you.” The witcher teased, taking the trousers from you. 

In truth, you had just made enough soup for a couple days, so there was plenty for him. 

“Get out of your wet clothes. We’ll string a line up in the front room so your clothes can dry quicker.” You smiled at him, your hand lingering on his arm before you began to make your way towards the door. 

But Lambert caught your hand, ushering you to stay for just a moment. 

“I really did miss you, bug.” His voice was quiet. He squeezed your fingers gently. 

“Missed you too, Lambert.” You smiled. 

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[drades-lair]

Striker’s Hound

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Pairings: Striker/Reader, Blitzo/Stolas

Rating: T for slight gore and language

Striker laughed maniacally as he pounced onto a small male imp easily snapping his neck before moving swiftly through the abandoned high-rise building. (Y/N) rolled her eyes in boredom as she released an arrow from her ornate bow going through six imps that had been charging towards her, lowering the weapon to her side before scurrying through the opposite side of the abandoned high-rise. This job was already so easy she didn’t understand why they’d gone to the trouble of scooping it from IMP, not to mention IMP was just down the block while they had to travel from wrath? She just couldn’t understand it but ultimately, she’d agreed to help Striker out with it thus here they were. Being a hellhound (Y/N) was quite swift and despite the bored look on her features looking most like a white wolf with red streaks through your fur tended to make you still look intimidating. Another imp made the mistake of crossing (Y/N)’s path prompting the hound to clamp her jaws around his neck before heaving him into a wall with a hefty splat when another came around the corner brandishing a pistol.

Striker slit the throat of another imp with a satisfied smirk when (Y/N)’s scream followed a gunshot causing his smirk to instantly fade. Moving through the halls Striker continuously called (Y/N)’s name in search of the hound luckily, she’d been nearly to where he was a couple corridors down on the opposite side of the building. Turning a corner Striker saw (Y/N) on the ground partially on her side with a hand clutched to a bleeding wound in her abdomen. Striker ran to (Y/N)’s side taking a knee, gently slipping an arm behind her shoulders for support causing her to yelp in pain at the movement, ears drooping as her nose wrinkled with agony. Gently Striker moved her hand then pushed her shirt up to have a look at the wound revealing it was a gunshot, pulling off his bandana Striker pressed it to the injury once again making her cry out.

“Okay, I know…breath, try ta breath,” Striker encouraged clearly trying to remain calm, but his voice quivered ever so slightly revealing just how concerned he really was.

“S-Shit…Striker…” (Y/N) whimpered, eyes turning glassy from tears.

“Yep, I gotchya…hang on I’m gonna getchya outta here,” Striker assured (Y/N) picking her up bridal style

Striker paused for a moment upon exiting the building seriously debating on where to take (Y/N), he couldn’t deal with such a serious injury and taking her to the hound hospital wasn’t an option as those places were disgusting places who didn’t really give a crap about their patients and would sooner just put them down rather then help them. Concern quickly laced its way across his features but ultimately, he knew what he needed to do, where he needed to go or rather who he needed to go too. Swallowing his pride Striker hopped on Bombproof with (Y/N) to take off towards IMP’s office building where with any luck Blitz was working a late shift something he’d mentioned during the harvest moon festival debacle. (Y/N) buried her face in Striker’s chest with whimpering cries as her blood started to seep into Striker’s shirt, continuously he tried to comfort her becoming increasingly concerned as the minutes ticked by.

Upon arriving at the IMP office building Striker took (Y/N) inside heading to the floor Blitz had told him the office was on while (Y/N) drifted between conscious and unconscious. Quickly finding the door Striker could see the lights on inside prompting him to start knocking on it eliciting an annoyed sounding ‘I’m coming’ from inside that was definitely Blitz.  

“What the fuck do you-? Striker!?” Blitz exclaimed upon seeing the pale imp standing at his office door with a clearly injured hell hound in his arms.

“Blitz, I need yer help,” Striker tried to hold his usual flat confident tone, but it still wavered slightly.

“That’s a joke, right? You fucking tried to kill Stolas! You hurt Millie and Mox and you expect me to just help you?” Blitz barked angrily, one hand hovering over the pistol at his side.  

“I know what I fucking did! Blitz…it’s not for me…” Striker barked back initially, calming moments later as he worriedly furrowed his brow and looked down at (Y/N) in his arms.

“Even if I was going to help, what exactly do you expect me to do?” Blitz asked

“Call yer bird,” Striker simply said

“What?” Blitz asked arching a brow in confusion

“Call yer fuckin’ bird! He can do magic, right?” Striker repeated becoming more irritated

“You want me to call Stolas? He’ll explode you on sight, not that I blame him.” Blitz informed Striker a little sarcasm seeping through his tone.

“I don’t fuckin’ care Blitz! I’m not takin’ her to one of those hound hospitals!” Striker growled out, tail beginning to rattle. Blitz was a little taken aback by this outburst then he looked to the female hound in Striker’s arms, she was obviously a lot older than Loona, yet Blitz couldn’t help but see Loona in her and as such he knew exactly what Striker was referring too.

“Alright, but I can’t control what Stolas will do upon seeing you…I’ll try to explain before we go but…” Blitz trailed off with a heavy sigh.

“I don’t care…it’s for her…not me,” Striker reiterated

“Okay, come in…I’ll call Stolas,” Blitz offered opening the door wider to the IMP office

Striker took (Y/N) to the dilapidated couch in the waiting area where he laid her down, caressing a gentle hand over her cheek. Striker checked the wound finding that blood was already running down (Y/N)’s side to stain the couch beneath her as she looked up at him with hooded eyes still grimacing in pain as tears now stained the white fur of her cheeks. Striker put on his best confident smile as he cupped (Y/N)’s cheek receiving a small, pained smile in turn, one of her own hands coming up over his.

“S-Striker…I…I love you…” (Y/N) whispered out

“I know…I love you too…” Striker returned

“I’m scared…” (Y/N) whimpered, gripping his hand a little tighter

“It’s gonna be alright Darlin’…I promise…” Striker trialed off.

(Y/N) gave a little nod as her grip began to loosen, eyes starting to shut causing Striker to call her name only to receive no response.

“(Y/N)! Come on, stay with me! (Y/N)!” Striker was starting to panic as the hound’s grip fell limp. Striker could make out a faint pulse as well as (Y/N)’s very shallow breathing but she was getting weaker by the moment as blood continued to run from her body.

“BLITZ! We gotta go now!” Striker called to Blitz who’d been making the call to Stolas in his office

Moments after calling to Blitz a bluish-purple portal opened into the waiting area revealing Stolas stepping through, eyes instantly locking on Striker. Striker braced himself for however Stolas was going to react, one hand still holding (Y/N)’s as he glanced worriedly at her before returning his gaze to the prince. Stolas’ gaze was piercing while his body radiated power, looking from Striker to the hound he instantly noticed how the imp held her hand, how he gently caressed her cheek, his gaze softened a bit and with a deep inhale he stepped towards the duo. Striker gingerly released (Y/N)’s hand to step back fighting the urge to throw himself over her protectively as Stolas leaned over the hound. Stolas took a few moments to analyze the severity of the injury, waving a hand over it causing a layer of purple magic to form over it seemingly stopping or slowing at the least the bleeding then the prince picked her up bridal style.

“I will need to treat her in the palace…you may come with us,” Stolas offered although it seemed forced

Blitz followed Stolas through the portal from before, gesturing for Striker to follow which he did, silently however once in the palace Striker watched Stolas as he carried (Y/N) off to be treated. Striker swallowed hard around the lump in his throat, he wanted nothing more then to follow them, to watch over (Y/N) at any cost…yet at the same time he knew he wasn’t welcome here… and the last thing he wanted was for his presence to hinder anything that could be done for (Y/N). Reluctantly the pale imp headed down the halls till he found the kitchen where a large set of French doors headed out into the back garden. Striker felt his emotions building inside his chest, images of (Y/N)’s pained expression, her fear flashing through his mind until it was too much that he lashed out at a nearby tree until his knuckles were bloody and tears streamed down his face. Exhausted Striker sunk to the ground with his back against the tree, one knee crooked upwards as he tipped his head against the damaged trunk with tears still pouring from his eyes.

Unknown to Striker, Blitz was watching from the kitchen of the palace almost in disbelief that this was the same imp he’d met at the Harvest Moon Festival. Blitz wasn’t good with this sort of thing to begin with but knowing how Striker felt along with knowing what he’d tried to do made it worse because it was confusing as fuck. Blitz eventually opted to just let Striker be as he was pretty sure the pale imp didn’t want to see him or have anything to do with him at the moment, instead he decided to go help Stolas with (Y/N) as best he could.

 Morning broke over the horizon with Stolas coming out to the garden to find Striker sitting under the tree, knuckles bloodied and bruised as he smoked a cigarette. Blitz had explained what happened with Striker the night before but to see the disheveled imp for himself was certainly a surprise more surprising was the defeated look he gave upon seeing Stolas, crushing his cigarette out on the bottom of his boot before standing up with a sigh. Running a hand over his face Striker turned to Stolas clearly prepared for whatever the prince had to say.

“(Y/N) is stable…but she’s unconscious still,” Stolas informed the imp

“I…see…” Striker trailed off averting his gaze to the ground

“In addition, I thought you should be aware I��ve excused your actions from the festival,” Stolas continued catching Striker off guard

“You…what?” Striker questioned arching both eyebrows in confused surprise

“That’s right, I’ve given you a full pardon,” Stolas repeated

Striker was rendered completely speechless for the first time in a very long time simply staring dumbly at the prince.

“If you wish to see (Y/N), I can show you to her,” Stolas offered turning around to head back inside

Striker snapped out of his head enough to follow Stolas till they got to a guest room where Stolas opened the door then gestured for Striker to enter. Hesitating for a moment Striker eventually entered the room alone, moving to the bed where he could make out (Y/N)’s form laying on it. Coming along side the bed Striker could see (Y/N) clearly now, she was partially covered by the sheets stripped down to her bra with bandages wrapped firmly around her mid riff, a small blood stain over the spot where the gunshot wound had been. Gently Striker brushed a tufted of hair out of (Y/N)’s face before caressing his bruised knuckles over her cheek, jaw held stiff with a deep grimace across his face as he continued to glance over the hound’s form. Striker heard Stolas walk away indicating he wanted to give him some space with (Y/N), he leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek then moved to the couch across the room where he sat down to wait for (Y/N) to wake up.

At some point Striker fell asleep with his arms crossed over his chest only to stir at the sound of someone entering the room. Glancing through narrowed yellow eyes Striker saw Stolas enter the room carrying a basket that appeared to be full of various jars, bandages as well as a few loose herbs. Nothing was said Stolas simply placed the basket on the nearby vanity then began to pull the items out, setting them on the vanity’s surface. Striker raised his head with a furrowed brow when Stolas moved towards him carrying the basket with some items he’d left in it, settling next to Striker on the couch as he sat up taking a defensive stance. Stolas remained calm as he pulled out a damp cloth from the basket then held out his free hand towards Striker.

“Give me one of your hands,” Stolas instructed gently

“Why?” Striker asked, the question laced with suspicion as he eyed the prince wearily.

“Your knuckles are going to get infected if they are not tended, the sap from the tree you hit last night contains a small amount of poison. It won’t kill anything larger than an insect however it can infect wounds,” Stolas explained in a calm low tone, treating Striker as if he were a frightened animal.

“Humph, they’re not that bad,” Striker retorted although if he were being honest his knuckles did hurt worse then they normally did after one of these episodes or even after punching out some assholes at a bar for that matter and they looked horrible.

“They will be if not tended,” Stolas persisted still holding out his hand patiently waiting for Striker to obey the instruction.

Eventually Striker conceded giving one of his hands to Stolas who removed Striker’s torn glove then proceeded to clean the red angry wounds. Striker hissed when Stolas used some antiseptic to disinfect the injuries however, he remained stoic for the rest, allowing Stolas to tend them and bandage them while he thought carefully how to ask what was on his mind.

“Why Ya helpin’ me?” Striker gingerly asked  

“What do you mean? I noticed you were injured so I decided seeing as I had to bring some things for further treating (Y/N), I’d might as well tend to your wounds in the process,” Stolas explained gently bandaging Striker’s hand.

“Look I appreciate you pardonin’ me for everythin’, but I came here purely for her…you didn’t need to do any of this,” Striker continued

“It is because of that reason I’ve decided to do this,” Stolas retorted, gesturing for Striker to show his other hand.

“Whatchya mean?” Striker curiously asked raising an eyebrow as he switched hands.

“You clearly care for that hound…says to me there is more to you then just an imp who tried to kill me or an imp who brawled with a couple of Blitz’s employees. Now I cannot speak for Blitz regarding his opinions on you nor his employees however I personally can excuse what nearly happened,” Stolas continued starting the same process on Striker’s second hand.

“Why though? I nearly killed Ya,” Striker reminded as he furrowed his brow in complete confusion

“I’m aware and yet you’ve been in my presence for over 24 hrs now and not once have you taken the opportunity that has clearly presented itself to you,” Stolas pointed out

“Ha, suppose yer right,” Striker huffed a laugh

Silence fell between them from that point minus a few slight grunts of pain as Stolas tended Striker’s wounds, once finished he left again. A while later Blitz entered the room catching Striker by surprise.

“Hey, uh…I brought Bombproof, he was still outside my building,” Blitz explained a little awkwardly

“Really? Um, thanks,” Striker retorted sounding probably just as awkward, everything being done for him wasn’t exactly something Striker was used too especially when those things are helpful.

“Don’t mention it,” Blitz smiled, took a glance at (Y/N) then left

Striker took a few moments to go check on Bombproof along with pulling out some spare clothes from the saddle bags. Heading back into (Y/N)’s room Striker went to the bathroom to clean up a little as well as change, tossing his clothes on the couch afterwards along with his jacket leaving the pale imp in just his black long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and hat. Settling back on the couch Striker bundled up his jacket for a pillow then tipped his hat down over his eyes in an attempt to get some shut eye as he’d been awake for some time.

Striker wasn’t certain how long he’d been asleep when a series of whimpering yelps roused him from his slumber with a groggy moan. Tipping his hat up while running a hand over his face it took a moment for what was happening to settle in however as the sleep fog cleared from his mind Striker realized the noises were coming from (Y/N). Swiftly getting up from the couch he moved to her side in an instant to find the hound shifting slightly as she whimpered.

“Sshh, hush Darlin’…I’m right here,” Striker cooed softly as he brought a hand to her cheek and his other wrapped around the one, she had laying at her side. A few moments later (Y/N) began to settle then her eyes slowly fluttered open to look up at Striker.

“S-Striker…” (Y/N) whispered out

“Sshh, stay calm. You’re safe. I’m right here,” Striker assured her as he smiled warmly down at the hound.

“Okay…” (Y/N) agreed squeezing Striker’s hand that was tangled with hers as he leaned down to tap their foreheads together.

“I thought I lost Ya,” Striker whispered, nuzzling lovingly against (Y/N)’s temple

“You almost did,” (Y/N) confirmed nuzzling him back

“I shoulda been with Ya…” Striker began

“Don’t start that…I agreed to go with you, and I was the one who suggested we split up…this is NOT your fault,” (Y/N) insisted sounding quite stern despite her weakened state.

“I insisted we take the job though…” Striker tried again

“No! Again, I agreed to come along…this is not your fault,” (Y/N) insisted again cutting Striker off sternly

“Humph, alright.” Striker conceded with a huffed laugh

Gently Striker moved (Y/N) over a bit so he could slide up next to her allowing the hell hound to curl into him easier then if he’d gotten on the side where her injury was. Striker wrapped an arm around (Y/N) allowing her to lay on his chest and soon the two fell asleep. Striker awoke in the late afternoon when Stolas entered the room looking clearly apologetic for waking him.

“Darlin’…can Ya wake up for a moment?” Striker gently asked, rubbing his hand along her upper arm to help rouse the hell hound.

“Hmm, what’s happening?” (Y/N) sleepily inquired looking up at Striker

“Stolas is here, he needs ta check yer wound,” Striker informed her

“Oh, okay…” (Y/N) groggily agreed although she didn’t move from Striker’s side

Stolas gingerly got up on the bed on the opposite side with his required items, undoing the bandages from (Y/N)’s midriff to begin tending the wound. (Y/N) clutched at Striker’s shirt with a grunt of pain as Stolas cleaned the injury then applied a cream to it that seemed to relieve a bit of the pain. Striker made soothing noises into the top of (Y/N)’s head while gently stroking her upper arm until Stolas was finished allowing her to relax a little. Stolas left again to allow Striker and (Y/N) some privacy as the hell hound relaxed into the imp’s tender embrace. Striker started placing gentle kisses on the top of (Y/N)’s head while still caressing over her upper arm in a comforting manner when Stolas returned with a tray of food along with a pitcher of water and two glasses.

“I thought you might be hungry,” Stolas offered setting the tray on the bed

“Think Ya could eat somethin’?” Striker inquired of (Y/N)

“Maybe,” (Y/N) answered

“Okay, give me a minute,” Striker stated sitting up, Stolas moved onto the far side of the bed again to assist Striker in getting (Y/N) into a semi sitting position.  

“Thanks,” Striker offered to Stolas right before the prince left the room with a head bow and a smile of acknowledgement.

Striker grabbed a couple pieces of fruit off the tray along with filling a glass with water to bring back with him. Setting the water on the bedside table he began carefully feeding pieces of the fruit to (Y/N) followed by offering the water to her which she happily accepted. Once finished they settled back down together with (Y/N) snuggled into Striker’s side although this time her fingers gently caressed over the bandages on his hand.

“What did you do?” (Y/N) inquired

“Punched a tree,” Striker flatly answered

“Why?” (Y/N) asked wrinkling her face in confusion

“Because I thought I was gonna lose Ya,” Striker answered

Silence grew between them again till (Y/N) fell into a light slumber again.

 2 weeks later (Y/N) was able to walk out of the palace with Striker, offering thanks to Stolas for all he’d done for her while Striker did the same. The duo rode off on Bombproof with (Y/N) anxious to go back to the abandoned building to retrieve her bow.  

#HelluvaBoss #HelluvaBossfanfiction #HelluvaBossfanfic #HelluvaBossStriker #HelluvaBossStolas #HelluvaBossBlitzo #fanfiction #reader insert #female reader insert #Strikerxreader #BlitzoxStolas #fluff #angst #drama #hurt/comfort #romance

[fedorahead]

i deep cleaned my teeth yesterday (yeah shut up, brushing, flossing, rebrushing, i do it quarterly xD) and spent the rest of the day with a headache and feeling sore every time i bit something

it was less bad than last quarter though lmao

my system works weirdly well but man oh man is cleaning day annoying. after my braces/rubberbands fucked up my jaw and made divots in my teeth (i was taking perfect care of them for those 3 years, that wasn't on me) my teeth settled a little so they don't line up perfectly, and brushing removes the enamel for a while so they clack against each other and chip more for a few days.

my derpself decided to bite off a clothes tag from a stuffy and i totally failed and thought it'd garrotted my tooth but it turned out it was just an impact snap sensation and the tooth was fine thank the gods

today i can feel some enamel coming back which is good.

anyway, considering white strips again because even though they don't remove the flouride overdose stains on my front teeth (from young young childhood) they do make the lines around them less prominent

my approach to teeth is probably the most societally deviant thing i actually do/believe, as i don't trust dentists and having every claim they made at me when i was small disproven definitely did not help, but *shrug* my system works. i've got fillings from childhood and a cap from my teen years, and one of my teeth has some damage i think from sugar, but i went in to a dentist at 15 and they listed nearly 20 cavities they said i had, did work on 3 of them and tried to scare me into brushing my teeth more but since i was actually doing that regularly at that point all they did was traumatize me against dentists (they pulled out a syringe with metal finger rings and said they needed to use the bigger one because i had neglected my mouth so much, which absolutely freaked the shit outta me and didn't even fucking work because i don't process anaesthetic), so i stopped doing anything with my teeth at all and then i went back to a dentist when i was living in oregon and the number of cavities had gone down to like 2 or 3?

anyway it's weird because people with EDS often have bad teeth, and i've always had hyper sensitive teeth, and in adulthood i developed a peppermint allergy so i have to use a special hard to find toothpaste, but since i stopped brushing them regularly i have less cavities, less canker sores, they're way less sensitive to temperatures (sugar hurts but it always has and that's a good reminder not to have too much lol), i cut my tongue less, and i have less headaches. i will probably need work done on the tooth that has damage, but right now it's not getting worse and doesn't generally hurt. the main places i have had issues are when i needed a root canal because they filled a tooth without cleaning it properly, and the cap from that has a weird lip under it... and when they "filled" a "cavity" between my two front teeth they left a glob of extremely textured dental cement that i had to break down over a year or too just so my tongue would stop getting cut to fuck on it. that was hellacious.

anyway, out of everyone i know, i still have all my teeth save the wisdom teeth they removed in its own traumatic, bone-shard-discovering arc. so the system works. not the dentistry system, my weird ass hippie approach to tooth care system.

also my toothpaste is flouride free and i don't drink flouridated water unless i have to. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

we have a vague theory that having too much flouride as a little kid gave me superteeth, but that wouldn't explain the damage done by brushing, dentists, and oh gods, mouthwash, that was the worst.

[vampkitty66]

New Manga Alert!

-Kimi O Wasureru Koi Ga Shitai-

May contain spoilers!!

These are my opinions

So I started a new manga the other day, its brand new, only one chapter so far and boy do I have some things to say.

So I'm going to give a rundown of the entire chapter. Shino (the FL) and Seno (the ML) used to date back in highschool, super in love blah blah, and then Shino(FL) finds out he's moving. (Keep in mind she finds out from someone else) Anyways so he's all like lets break up and so they do. Now we are transported to the future where Shino is in university now in Tokyo! I forgot to mention that Seno(ML) plays the guitar and shit and because of that Shino I guess developed a love for music more. Shino goes to a music club at this university and guess who she sees, smacking lips with a girl.... the janitor.. no of course not, Its Seno. (Jeez i'm sorry, I think i'm a comedian or something, bear with me here) So obviously seeing your ex is awkward, especially when they're swapping salvia with some chick you don't know. After this interaction they end up sitting with the other club members and are kinda introducing eachother. Seno literally tells the other club members that he barely knows Shino at all, they just went to the same school before. At this point, Seno was getting on my goddamn nerves. Also he just acts like hot shit too and its freaking annoying. Shino just kinda goes along with this, and as the night goes on, a club member tells Shino they should go grab a drink and seeing this, Seno comes to her rescue. Wow, thanks a lot you pompous ass... you can tell that I love this ML lmao. But no in all actuality it was a good thing, but instead of redeeming himself, he just goes ahead and made me dislike him even more. He literally insults her by saying

"no wonder guys target you when you're being all friendly like that"

😐

Like yeah okay bud

At least at this point the FL knows better and is able to stand up for herself, telling him to fuck off pretty much. Does Seno leave her alone? Hmmm no instead he flirts with her and confuses the hell outta her. And to end this cake with a cherry on top, he proceeds to ask her if she wants to start over and if they want to head to his place or a hotel. I mean my jaw dropped when I first read that. I will say im liking this FL though, she knows her worth and isn't afraid to say stuff to him. I'm really hoping it stays that way. Forgot to mention that she rejects him but then he kisses her and that's the end of the chapter! Yeah so the ML isn't my favourite to say the least, but I have read and watched many things and there is a thing called development but at this point I just find him so not attractive. Words and actions speak volumes here and i'm so over reading toxic relationships (I still read them though... that's a me issue)

I like the exes getting back together trope, i think it can be wonderful and cute if done right but so far I'm very iffy about this but I will continue to read it. Really hoping for some great character development with Seno and I really hope that the FL doesn't cave to his disgusting behaviour.

Are you going to read this one? Or pass?

#manga #romance manga #new manga #kimi o wasureru koi ga shitai #manga review #manga reccs

[vibeforce]

achievements of the day: woke up, still alive, took morning meds, ate breakfast, brushed teeth x2, allowed myself to rest, used an ice pack when i needed to, ate dinner and an ice cream bar, took night meds, flossed

#) #of course my ability to eat gets better when it is incredibly difficult for me to eat smh #i just let myself doze around because i didn't take concerta today since i had breakfast with potentially deactivating ingredients #and i just. didn't bother to wait an hour #so i just kinda went full cat and went #daily achievements #remembered to floss tonight but ow ow #jaw's still outta place it's so annoying #i thought it went back in for a bit but i was eating dinner so i couldn't let it sit and rest to see if it would fully sit in place #therapy tomorrow with a wonky jaw :okay dozing around day" #my eyes are So Tired #i have been getting a closer connection to my subconscious again so hey that's something #stupid jaw. stupid jaw :/

[duuhrayliegh]

respect is earned

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: cliche enemies to not enemies?

warnings: canon lvl violence, language,

a/n: somehow this got in my head and idk here ya go

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open!

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“Wow, ditching your partner right outta the gate. I’m surprised, figured you’d last longer than just a few seconds.”

“You weren’t paying attention.”

“You should’ve waited.”

“You shouldn’t get distracted by shiny objects.”

“Hey, no need to point fingers. It’s okay to be wrong sometimes. You still shouldn’t have left your partner alone.”

“It makes more sense for us to split up.”

“Maybe we should go to couple’s therapy. I feel like we don’t communicate well enough.”

“Go to hell, Y/L/N.” His voice crackled through your earpiece, a smug smile crossing your features as you giggled under your breath.

“And leave you here by yourself?” You peered around the corner, checking for any remaining HYDRA agents. “This is a two person mission and I’m not that bad.”

You were in yet another bunker in Russia, freezing your fucking ass off with the best partner you could ever wish for. Listen for the sarcasm, people. Thankfully though, on the insides of these places there seems to be insulation from the frigid air outside. You and Bucky had split at the entrance of the bunker. Well, no, you were distracted and Bucky walked off without you, so who’s really at fault here? Nevertheless, you persisted, following protocol.

“I’m about to be at the rendezvous point.” Whispering into the speaker on your wrist, you waited for Bucky’s response. Ten steps later, no reply. “Barnes.” The word came out forced, the agent part of you worried for his well-being. Reaching the middle of the bunker, you looked around the open expanse. It was laid out a lot like the one in Siberia.

You turned, gun gripped in your hand, finger dancing near the trigger. A shiver ran down your spine as you saw the torture chair pushed into the corner of the room, not quite out of sight. Beside it was a table, covered in yellowed pages and decades old technology. Throwing glances over both your shoulders, you approached the area cautiously, not wanting to trip any alarm systems. The knowledge that you had on this particular bunker was shoddy, at best, so you weren’t willing to risk anything.

As you got closer, you could make out some of the writing on the papers. You holster your gun, shuffling through the fragile sheets, looking for any indication what they used this bunker for. Many of them were too faded to decipher, but the few that you could get anything out of were about the Winter Soldier program. It made your jaw clench. You might not like Barnes, but you certainly didn’t wish what he went through on anyone.

“Same build specs as the one in Siberia. Built to withstand the blast of UR-100 Rockets.” You drew your gun quickly, cocking the hammer back, aiming at the source of voice. Bucky looked unimpressed, your gun a few inches from his face. His hand came up, wrapping around the top of your gun, waiting for you to uncock it. “Not cool, partner.”

You rolled your eyes at him, feeling him brush your shoulder as he walked past you. He stopped at the table, staring at the papers you were just sifting through. You noticed how he deliberately avoided the chair beside him. The leather neck pieces of his combat suit rubbed against each other as he turned to observe your unmoving figure.

“You gonna help or just gonna stand there and let me do all the work?” You turned on your heel, facing him as he muttered something under his breath. Your brow raised, an annoyed look crossing your features.

“You got something to say, James?” His whole body stiffened, his head raising slowly as he twisted around to face you.

“Yeah, I said, are you just gonna stand there and let me do all the work like always?” Your eyes widened at his boldness, who the fuck does he think he is?

“I get that we don’t exactly get along, James,” you spat out his name like it left a bad taste in your mouth, stepping closer into his personal space. “but you’d better fucking cut that shit out.”

“Why the fuck should I do that, Y/L/N? You have no authority here.” You kept your gaze level with his, the threat was thinly veiled in his last statement. If he wanted to, he could have you kicked out of the Agency and he wanted you to know.

“Because I deserve some fucking respect, James.” He pulled a face, getting closer to you.

“Fucking respect is earned, Y/L/N. And you don’t get to call me James, you haven’t earned that right.” The muscle in your jaw twitched, considering your options.

You could tell him to eat it, which you desperately wanted to do, but he really did have the ability to get you kicked out of the program you worked so hard to get into. You could walk away, but he’d think that he won and that you know that you haven’t earned his respect yet, which is wholly untrue. Or you could do this.

“Shut the fuck up, Barnes. Just because you think you have some kind of power over me, doesn’t mean that you’ve earned my respect either.”

Yeah, that was probably worse.

You walked away from him, not waiting long enough to see the flash of emotion cross his face. You paced off to the door you came in from.

“Where the hell are you going, Y/L/N?” His voice came through your ear again. Deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine, you ignored it, pulling the device from your ear to hang limply on your shoulder.

This bunker was like a fucking maze. The longer you wandered, the more shit you found, although none of it was really useful. Eventually, you stumbled on a records room. You stood in the doorway, eyes running over the walls and concrete flooring. With a hesitant step forward, you were immersed in a new land of information.

Different binders were scattered throughout the room, papers littering the floors. It was as if they knew something was wrong, they destroyed everything vital. The layers of paper covering the floor were all blackened, those that remained were singed around the edges. Squatting to the ground, you picked up one of the papers. The whole item crumbled in your palm, the remains fluttering back to the ground.

“What the fuck was so important you had to burn everything?” Talking to yourself was a common thing that you did on missions. It was easier for you to visualize why things happened that way. Your forearms held your upper half upright by leaning against your thighs.

Scanning the room around you, your eyes landed on a closet with the door closed. You rose slowly, nearing the structure carefully. Your palm hovered over the handle, then yanked the door open. Your stomach sank when you recognized the items inside the threshold.

“Well fuck me.” A hand connected with your waist, pulling you into the darkened space. Your breath quickened as your assailant held you to their body, one hand covering your mouth to keep you quiet. Your body thrashed in their hold, trying to free your arms to get out of their grip.

“Shut up and stop moving.” Bucky’s voice grated against your ear, not removing his hands from your person. “Four agents, heavily armed, just waltzed in. If you were wearing your fucking earpiece, I wouldn’t have had to come find you.”

You could hear his teeth grinding against each other, which was quickly drowned out by thundering footsteps just outside the closed door. Your breath caught, Bucky’s metal hand squeezed your hip twice, making you wonder if it was his subtle form of comfort. One of your hands tugged on his covering your mouth.

“It’s two on two, we can take them.” You weren’t sure he heard you until he leaned forward. The front of his body molded with the back of yours as he ventured to your ear.

“Stay behind me.” He shifted his arm from your waist, as your hands drifted to your guns on your thighs. The gold inlays of Bucky’s metal arm glinted even in the darkness, briefly making you wonder if it glowed underneath the polished alloy. In the back of your head, you began to register what he told you, but just as you went to protest it, he pushed the door open.

Four excessively tall men stood before the pair of you, Bucky taking the ones on the right and you the left. When it came down to it, you were bad at hand-to-hand combat. The hand-eye coordination wasn’t there. So, you’re relying on your weapons. Taking out the gun on your left thigh, raising it. The bullet landed in between the eyes of one of the men. One down, one to go.

The second man was bigger than the first, some-fucking-how. His foot came up, kicking you in the stomach. The impact sent you flying backwards. In response to the pain, you doubled over, releasing your grip on your gun. The force of the ground beneath you knocked the breath from your lungs. You watched in horror as the man stalked forward.

Regaining the miniscule amount of strength you could muster, you rose to your feet. Your hands came up, ready to fight as well as you could. He jabbed his right fist to your face, a move you blocked fairly easily. Unfortunately, you were blind to see the closed fisted hit that he directed at your nose. You threw a knee into his groin, bringing his face within your kicking range. You backed up, connecting the bottom of your foot with his face.

His body hit the floor, disoriented from your blows. You removed your knife from its position at the back of your waist. You shoved the blade into the soft flesh under his chin. You stumbled from over his body, leaving the weapon buried to the hilt. Liquid was running down your face, tears leaking from your eyes. There was an ear splitting noise resounding that was too loud. You could see Bucky’s mouth moving as he neared you, but you couldn’t hear what he was saying.

You swiped the palm of your hand underneath your nose, brows furrowing at the sight of the crimson color gleaming back at you. Your body swayed, the adrenaline finally taking over, successfully destroying your will to fight. Pain radiated from your ribs, a bruise forming beneath the skin.

“Ow, that fucking hurts.” You couldn’t hear your own voice over the ringing. You felt Bucky’s hands drift over your body, checking for any life threatening injuries.

“Y/N! Stay with me.” He lifted you up, wind rushing against your face. Your head lolled against his shoulder as he carried you to the jet. He laid you on the table, rushing around you, shouting orders at FRIDAY. Your eyes drifted closed, vision blurring in and out. “Hey, hey! Don’t do that.” He leaned over you, metal hand stroking your hair.

“Y/N!” He was shouting again. You opened your mouth to deliver a quick-witted quip back, but no words left your mouth. You grimaced as he unzipped your suit to check your ribs. “Tell me if this hurts.” The bare skin there was already becoming darkened, staining your skin with injury.

He pressed on your left side, a scream leaving your body at the pressure. He immediately pulled away, hands going back to stroke your hair. “Sh, shh, I’m sorry, doll.” He leaned down to your forehead, pressing a kiss as you cried in pain.

“It’s gonna take us a minute to get to Shuri, I’m so sorry, doll.” He pulled a chair next to the table, holding your hand as you laid there. He left for a second, returning with a damp washcloth to wipe the dried blood streaking your face. Your eyes began to close again, only to be stopped by Bucky’s voice again. “Hey! Quit it, Y/N.” You shook your head back and forth against the table.

“I don’t think this is gonna end well, Barnes.”

“Nah, you’re gonna be fine.” His voice wavered slightly as he listened to your labored breathing. He glanced over your body to see how much longer it was going to be. Too fucking long.

“‘Sides, who’s gonna go to couple’s therapy and teach me how to communicate if you don’t make it outta this?”

“Oh, you’ll just go with” you inhaled a watery breath, “some other smart-ass agent that you bump heads with.” Bucky held your hand against his lips, pressing small kisses to the back of it.

“I only want one smart-ass agent to go with me.” You felt his lips move as he spoke, the sensation causing goosebumps to rise on your exposed flesh.

“Such a ladies man, James.” You choked on his name, a series of painful coughs emitting from your body. Bucky’s eyes widened as you hadn’t stopped, rolling you on your right side. He brought a bag up to your mouth, watching as you vomited from the pain.

“Still want this smart-ass agent?” You dropped your head against the table, exhaustion seeping into every fiber of your being. Bucky watched in horror as you finally drifted out of consciousness completely.

“FRIDAY, you better be going the fucking fastest you can.” He never left your side as he stroked your hair again. A comforting habit more for him than you. “Open up a line to Shuri.”

“Oh! If it isn’t my favorite colonizer!” Shuri’s accent made it to where she pronounced every syllable of every word.

“Shuri, I’m gonna need you to get the infirmary ready.” Bucky’s hands ran over your body again.

“What do you need?” She automatically switched into diplomat mode.

“I, uh—I don’t,” Bucky couldn’t think straight, his eyes never leaving your virtually lifeless body. His gaze watched as your chest expanded and deflated with every painstakingly slow breath.

“Bucky!” Shuri’s voice brought him out of his trance, snapping into motion. “Are you injured?” He ran around the table, grasping your wrist, pressing on your pulse point.

“It’s not me. It’s Y/N.” He leaned over your body, his ear close to your nose to listen for your breathing pattern. “I think she might of broke a rib.”

“Okay. I’m tracking your flight path. Right now, Bucky, is she conscious?” His eyes ran over your face. “If she’s not, you need to wake her up.”

“Wake her—okay, you’re the boss.” He brought his right hand to your cheek, harshly bouncing it off the flesh. His metal hand was gripping your shoulder, shaking your whole body.

“Ow, motherfucker.” Your voice was quiet, but it was enough for Bucky to calm down the tiniest bit. “The fuck you do that for?”

“Is she up?” Shuri’s voice brought Bucky back down to reality again. “Keep her awake until you get here, Sargeant.”

Bucky’s left hand went back to your hair, repeating his earlier motion. He watched as you leaned into his comforting touch, his right hand still placed on your cheek. Bucky witnessed your eyes drifting closed again, lack of stimulation allowing for your body to float back down.

“Nope. Not today.” He slapped you again, causing you to scrunch your face in disagreement.

“Let me sleep, Barnes.” He laughed at your comment, going back to calling him Barnes.

“Nope, you’ve gotta stay awake until Shuri can look you over.” He moved his hand from your cheek to hold one of yours that was still resting on your bare stomach. He could feel how clammy your palm was in his, but decided it was best not to mention it.

“Your fucking hand is sweaty.” Your words ran together as if you were drunk off of a glass of Thor’s elixir. His head dropped to rest on your bicep, relishing in the fact that you were still here. He twisted his head to look at your face. “Actin’ like you care if I die or not.”

“I care if you die or not.” Bucky was whispering, but he wasn’t quite sure why. Uncertainty laced your features as you made a face.

“Bullshit.” Your head drifted to lock eyes with his cerulean pair. “All we’ve ever done is fight.” Your body felt heavy and cold, the only warmth that you were experiencing was radiating from the mass of a man next to you. Deep, deep, deep down inside, you relished in the contact. Always curious as to what it would be like to be on his good side, and receive affection from him.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t care about you, Y/N.” Your forehead wrinkled, only to be smoothed by Bucky’s metal digits tracing the lines.

His mouth opened, poised to say something else, but he was interrupted by a loud beeping emitting from the cockpit of the jet. He cast one last glance to your defeated figure on the table before racing to see what the problem was. Bucky got to the front just in time to see the forcefield around Wakanda open for their entrance. He let out a breath of relief that he wasn’t aware he was holding. Racing back to your side, he gripped your hand in his.

“Hey, we’re here.” Seconds later, the back end of the jet opened, revealing Shuri and her ever capable team of doctors and nurses. Bucky trailed behind the team, Shuri walking by his side, not saying anything. “Is she,” He couldn’t finish his sentence before several different machines went off in the room you were brought into. Shuri gave him a look, squeezing his flesh arm in comfort, rushing off to help anyway she could.

Bucky paced.

And paced.

And paced.

Sitting for a few seconds,

only to return to pacing, chewing on his fingernails.

Smoothing his hair away from his face.

Casting long glances at the operating room.

Then, came answers in the form of Shuri. Bucky’s eyes directed behind her short stature, watching as several different nurses left the room, disposing of blood soaked gloves.

His jaw clenched, the muscle twitching in anger.

“What’s the word?”

Shuri sighed, “She’s stable. Her body needs time to heal. You’re both welcome to stay here however long it takes.”

Bucky’s shoulders released, tension evaporating from his body. “Can I?” He gestured to her room, not really asking permission though as he was already on the move.

His heart hurt, looking at you laying in that hospital bed. Wires attached to various points of your body, a nostril cannula assisting your breathing. His hand came up to grip the bridge of his nose.

“Fuck me, doll.”

A snicker, “Is that an offer, James?” You blinked slowly, the anesthesia working its way through your system. “I mean, I know we had a heart-to-heart, but does that qualify me to fuck you?” Bucky’s long legs allowed him to cross the room in two steps. He pulled a chair close to your bed, offering his flesh palm to you, which you gladly took.

“We’ll have to see about that, doll.” He brought his other hand up, the temperature difference sending a shiver down your spine. You dropped your head against the pillows, basking in the feeling of his lips pressing against your knuckles.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, shut it.” You felt Bucky huff out a laugh through his nose.

“I am, though.” He looked at you over your knuckles, watching as you shook your head, sliding back into your unconscious state. Only then did he allow his body to unwind, leaning back into the chair, not releasing his hold on your hand.

“I don’t think I’ve seen him that worried since the beginning of his Winter Soldier deprogramming with Ayo.” Shuri stood at the foot of your bed, a plexiglass pad in her hand. Illuminated blue text floats across the screen furiously, making you wonder how fast she can read. Your head lolled to the side, catching a glimpse of the man in question. He somehow managed to fit himself in the chair that was three sizes too small for him.

“He should be in a bed, not in that chair.” You shifted against the mattress, moving the pillow to rest on your lower back. All the while careful to not move the hand Bucky held, so as to not disturb him.

“Oh, you don’t think we tried? He wouldn’t leave until he was sure you were okay.” She peered curiously at you. You hadn’t noticed, your eyes not leaving his uncomfortable looking position.

“Hmm.” You finally deviated from your original line of sight to level with Shuri’s face. Leaning forward you offered her your free hand. “I don’t think we’ve officially met before, I’m Y/N.” She shook your hand gently, her grip firm nonetheless.

“Shuri.” Her hands folded over her chest, fingers wrapping around the corners of the clear pad. “I know all about you though.” Your brows furrowed, a question on the tip of your tongue that was quickly answered by the nudge of her head toward Bucky.

“Oh, well then it’s all lies.” You laughed slightly, clutching your chest soon afterwards, realizing that laughing was a mistake.

“I’d have to disagree, Agent Y/L/N.” Shuri stepped closer to you, “Unless you don’t agree with the flattering things that he remarked of you.” You were taken aback, Bucky spoke highly of you before this mission?

“Depends.” You were wary of where this conversation was heading. “He’s never made an effort to show that he thought flattering things about me. Much less that he would say those things to someone else. Honestly, before this mission I could easily say that he despised me.”

“And after?” A pregnant pause fell over the room as you cast a side-long glance at the man holding your hand.

“I, um, I don’t know.”

Shuri smiled, bowing slightly before walking out of the room. “Think about it.”

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[avintagekiss24]

—belated; bucky barnes

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x black!reader

word count: 4738

warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, sex, rough sex, anal sex, biting kink, choking kink, spanking, pain kink, vaginal fingering, mean bucky (my fave), ring kink cuz i love it when boys wear rings

squares filled: @buckybarnesbingo Y3: Birthdays ; @badthingshappenbingo Biting ; @star-spangled-bingo N1: Taking Charge

request: bucky barnes + "pay attention to me or i'll make you" + anal + choking + spanking + biting + pain

author note: it's been foreverrrrr! i'm so sorry! i had to work myself through a little slump! hopefully this makes up for the almost two months we've gone without a fic! this is story #2 for my 5k celebration, all fics will be tagged #5k...holy god. this was formatted in the beta text post editor on desktop, if anything looks weird, that's why :)

gif by @pedropcl ; line divider by @firefly-graphics

James Buchanan Barnes is possessive.

One of those massive hands around the back of your neck as you walk casually through the streets. Fingers wrapped around your wrist, or shoulder, or hip in a tight grip. He pulls you in close— right into his side as shopping bags hang from the tips of his metal fingers.

Bucky Barnes wants every man on the streets of Greece to know that you are his.

Not that you mind; quite the contrary. You just smile and giggle when he throws his heavy arm around your shoulders and hooks the crease of his arm right underneath your chin. Slip your hand into the back pocket of his loose dark jeans (giving that little tush of his a squeeze). Slink your arm around his little waist and breathe in his scent— heavy and woodsy— as the two of you stroll.

After all, he’s just as much yours as you are his.

All of his friends, Sam, Steve, Clint, all see the change in him. The little soft spot for you that blinds him entirely— turns him in a mushy puddle of emotions and puppies and rainbows. Very different from the Bucky they grew up with, but a Bucky that the three of them have come to enjoy. It’s a change of pace from the enforcer they know.

The two of you don’t talk about his work— in fact, it’s the reason why you’re in Greece to begin with. A late birthday present to make up for the fact that his “work” just happened to be the waiter at the restaurant he chose to take you to for your thirty second birthday. Come on babe, he chuckled as you scowled back at him over the rim of your wine glass, watching as he stained his white napkin red with his bloody knuckles, you know what they say, kill two birds with one stone… not funny?

Two weeks, two nonrefundable, open ended tickets, and five grand in bikinis, shorts, and shoes later, you’re getting some much needed Greek sun on your deep brown skin.

He’s even letting you call the shots for a change. Letting you wake him up at the ass crack of dawn to have breakfast— a spread of breads, cheeses and fruits on the balcony of your room as the sun rises. He doesn’t say a word as you drag him through the city, stopping at each little boutique and shoe store. Sits patiently as you try on every dress, every skirt, and every silk top in the entire country it seems.

Bucky even bit his lip as you gazed at engagement rings— hinting that princess cut is your favorite as you held your hand up into the natural sunlight as one adored your finger. Smiling over at him and wiggling your eyebrows all the while as he narrowed his eyes and plastered a fake smile on his face.

Today has been like all the others, a lazy day spent on the beach, a quick nap underneath an umbrella, a concoction of too much sun and too many margaritas going straight to your head. Now, you’re kinda sleepy and kinda drunk, but most importantly hungry— and Mykonos sounds like a great place for dinner. Despite Bucky’s objections (you’re too tired and too drunk to handle a ferry), you’re dressed in a cute little flowery sundress, him in an out-of-character white tank top, open pale blue and green striped button down and khaki chinos— you forbade him from bringing anything black— and you’re flip flops are slapping against the cobblestone street towards the ferry.

“Drop your attitude,” You say, glancing over your shoulder as he pays for your tickets, “You owe me.”

“Yeah, yeah, that excuse is wearing thin, girl.” You stumble a little with the motion of the ferry as you step onto it, having to grab onto the railing to steady yourself before Bucky grabs hold of your wrist, “Water only for the rest of the night.”

His voice is low and borderline threatening as he presses his lips right against your ear, and you know not to press him any further. You like to stick your toes right up against his line and that’s what irritates him most about you (always what he loves most), but you and he both know you’d never dare cross it.

Bucky pulls you behind him, hand around your wrist, that possessive trait rearing its head as male eyes fall on you as the two of you pass by. He finds an empty spot, away from the crowd, and plops down on the bench as you step up on the lower rung of the railing and stare out over the sea.

Within twenty or thirty minutes, the ferry pulls away from the dock and you can’t wipe the smile from your face. The sun sets off in the distance, the bright lights of the city turning into little pinpoints. Small droplets of the cool, salty water splashes up in your face as the wind and the ferry whips it up. You keep glancing down at the phone in your hand as you broadcast your current view to your instagram, laughing softly as hearts and emojis explode on your screen.

You lean forward, tilting your phone and smiling wide, waving into the camera before you shout out how much you love it here. The words are barely out of your mouth before an arm wraps around your middle, a wide, hard chest pressed into your back, “That’s enough,” he reaches with his metal arm, grabbing your phone, ending your live feed, “You’re too drunk to be hanging off the side like that.”

“I am not,” you struggle against him lightly as he sets you on your feet, “What is your problem?”

“I’m annoyed.”

“Well, duh. Why?”

He slips your phone into his pocket and crosses his arms over his chest, sharp blue eyes piercing into yours, “Pay attention to me,” he says low, eyes dropping down your body real slow as he drags his bottom lip between his teeth, “Or I’ll make you.”

So that’s what it’s about. Bucky Barnes feels neglected between all the shopping and beach days and margaritas. Jealousy is cute on him.

The words though, they strike you right to your core— feel them down to your bones. A hard swallow pushes through your throat as your lips part, big brown eyes softening as your breath starts to rush a little harder. You hate to admit— not really— you love this Bucky. This is work Bucky, a man you rarely get to see. Slightly scary, anger brimming just below the surface. Jaw tight, eyes hard, head tilted just a bit. He’s menacing, and it makes your lips twitch into a small smile.

Shrugging defiantly, you cross your arms over your chest, “You didn’t pay much attention to me on my birthday.”

“Not true.”

“Not true?” you nearly shout, eyes going wide, “I ate alone while you beat the hell outta our waiter behind the building! I had to wait two hours for my slice of cake!”

“How is that my fault?”

You scoff, “Oh, I dunno, maybe because our waiter was spitting out his teeth in the alley out back— all thanks to you.”

“I have to work. You know that.”

“Not,” you hiss, “On my fucking birthday.”

He knows he’s wrong for that shit, so he stands there, huffing quick before he cocks his head again and just blinks back at you— unamused. He won’t apologize, it’s just not in his nature, but his usual attempts to make you happy after he’s fucked up aren’t working; so he’s at a loss.

And you’re enjoying that. A little too much if you ask him.

But alas, it’s not fun to fight on vacation, and you have taken far too many liberties when it comes to his tolerance for attitude. It’s been fun— and you’re just drunk enough to push him one last time.

You move slow, walking right up to him, so close that each inhale pushes your tits into his body. The smirk quirked up on your lips grows as you peer up at him, eyes bouncing between his as you place your hands on his forearms still crossed over his chest.

Bucky lifts his eyebrow as you push up on your tiptoes and push your chin forward to bring your lips close to his, “And just how are you gonna make me pay attention to you, James?”

He inhales deep, pushes it out real slow as he tilts his head even further. A smile spreads on his face and you just know that this is the last thing his work sees before he rearranges the bones of their face. This is exactly why his clients pay him as well as they do.

Thick fingers are wrapped around your wrist again, nails digging into your skin as he starts to pull you behind him. He weaves you through bodies, you nearly having to jog to keep up with his strides. Laughter bubbles up in your chest, a little shriek escaping as he pulls you down some stairs to the lower level of the ferry. Once your feet hit the last step, Bucky whips you around his body, sending you spinning and laughing until you bounce into an old, rusty metal barrel.

The smell of salt fills your nose and lungs as you inhale, covering your face with your hands. Your skin is hot, lips slightly numb as you dissolve into laughter again. He’s right, you’re a little too drunk for this.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be down here.” You mumble, brushing your wild hair out of your face.

“I could give a fuck,” he answers, stepping up to you, grabbing your face in his hands, “You’ve been testing me the entire time we’ve been here all over some stupid shit.”

Another giggle pushes through your lips as you bat your eyes, “I wouldn’t dare, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky sucks his teeth as he drops his metal hand around your throat and squeezes gently, the rings on his fingers cool against your skin, “I was stupid, okay? But don’t put on that little innocent act, girl. You’re trying me, and I’ve had enough.”

A smile cracks onto your face, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You wrap both hands around his one wrist and slip them up his arm, feeling the soft metal as you continue to goad him, “You got some proof, big man?”

The tip of his black and gold thumb prods at your lip, pushes just inside. You wrap your tongue around it and suck gently, keeping your eyes on his all the while.

Bucky laughs, deep and earnestly, “Proof, she says. She needs proof.” He glances around before he spins you quick, facing you away from him as he lifts your dress to reveal your pink satin thong.

You squeal loud, pushing and slapping at his hand as he grabs a handful of your ass, “Bucky! There’s people!” you laugh, “Oh my god!”

“Keep your voice down,” he warns, wrapping his metal fingers around your throat again, “Understand?”

A jolt of electricity flashes through you as you wiggle in his grasp. He tightens his grip around your neck as you wrap your fingers around the edge of the barrel, swallowing hard.

“That requires an answer, honey.”

The chill in his voice, added with the slow circles and soft tickles of fingertips against the back of your naked thigh sends a pang through your belly, “I understand.”

He chuckles soft and with a quick peck on the cheek whispers, “Good girl.”

Bucky curls his left arm around your chest, hooking your chin in the crease of his arm as he grips your right shoulder. You grab on to it with both hands, out of instinct, eyes wide and skirting around for any signs of other human presence down here. Bucky turns, moving you with him to eye the steps quickly again before that flesh hand sweeps around to the front.

The soft material of your dress falls over his hand as he rubs your stomach— his rings catching and snagging your skin. That hand pushes downward, over your thighs, gripping and kneading the soft flesh before he grabs the hem of your dress and pulls it upward, exposing those expensive panties again.

“Bucky,” you hum, his name trembling on your lips with the vibrations of your excitement, “Baby.”

He rucks your dress right up— right up around your waist and pulls the slack behind you, pressing his body into yours to keep it in place. The dark stubble adorning his cheeks and chin cuts into the side of your face as he nuzzles in, humming to himself soft before he kisses the corner of your mouth.

Those fingertips start to trace the hem of your thong— slowly. Back and forth, back and forth. From hip to hip. Your eyes flutter. Fingers grip the soft black metal of his arm a little harder. Legs go to jelly as another hard swallow passes through your throat.

“Ain’t got all that mouth now, do you?” He whispers, fingers slipping just inside the silk of your panties to tease the delicate skin underneath.

When he slips his hand in— all the way in— cupping hot skin, fingers dancing between folds and teasing a wet slit, an influx of air fills your lungs. A gasp, small and clipped sounds in the back of your throat as his fingers start a rhythm. You melt into him, head resting on his shoulder as your hips push forward to meet greedy fingers.

A naughty finger pushes in quick, and then a second— all the way to the black and silver rings dressed on them. His arm tightens around your neck as he presses his lips right against your ear, “You need to apologize.”

He fucks his fingers into you, withdrawing slow, and then pushing back in— each time the edges of his rings stopping him from going deeper. You can’t help but purr as you continue to grip his arm with both of your hands.

“I don’t think—“

“All I want to hear,” his words clip yours, each one slow and drawn and deep, “Is I’m sorry for testing your patience. I won’t do it again.” He curls his fingers, the pads stroking that sweet little spongey spot, making you clamp your legs closed around his hand, “Let me hear you.”

You can’t. You won’t. Too stubborn and too drunk to give in to him, wanting to win just this once.

If there’s one thing James Buchanan Barnes does not like, it’s hesitation. It’s dangerous, he always says. You think too long, you get hurt. Predators don’t hesitate.

Well, you like being his prey.

Only a few seconds pass before Bucky tuts in your ear, seemingly disappointed in your obstinate behavior, but you both know it’s just the opposite. His cock pressing into your ass tells you so.

The fingers disappear. The arm choking you just right pulls away and your dress falls back around the middle of your thighs. You huff, wiping quick at your forehead and pushing your wild, curly hair out of your face again.

Your hands find your hips in irritation but he slaps them away quick as he sucks his teeth, “You must really want this spanking, girl. Keep it up.”

That you do— keep it up. Huffing again. Crossing your arms over your chest like a petulant child. Brown eyes cut back at him over your shoulder to find sharp blues already on you. A smirk on his face.

Metal fingers curl around the back of your neck, pushing you forward gently until your thighs press against the old metal barrel again.

“Lean forward, kitten.”

Voice as smooth as silk while you do so, gripping the rusted edges for balance. Your dress is yanked up again— rough this time— and twisted around his Vibranium hand. Then there’s warm, the warmth of skin against yours. Gentle brushes of fingers and a palm rubbing slow circles, then pinching and grabbing soft— prepping your skin for what’s to come.

He pauses for just a second, no doubt to scan your surroundings and then pulls his hand away. You lung forward with the slap he levels to your behind within a fraction of a second— the sound sharp and heavy.

There’s another, and then a third in quick succession before he’s massaging your skin again. Real soft and sweet. Tears burn at the back of your eyes at the sting that radiates through, all the way to your bones but the molten heat deep in your belly spreads like a fire. Each breath is hard and shaky, heart thumping against your chest but it’s so good.

Bucky switches to the other cheek, skilled fingers sweeping over your canvas of skin before he cracks you— one, two, three.

You squeal with each one. The thud of those heavy rings around his fingers send a quick, new shockwave every time, building on the one before it. The tips of your fingers go red from holding on to the rusty old barrel as tight as you are, but your brain? She’s fuzzy and warm, and drifting up into the clouds with each swift slap.

Bucky is a methodical man. Three for the right cheek, three for the left, three right in the middle. His hand sneaks around your hip, giving it a squeeze before it comes back around and drops to the inside of your thigh. Grabs the meat of it— digs his fingernails in just to hear you yelp. Cups your cunt in his palm, feeling the heat and the wet— makes him groan all low and dirty.

He bunches your hair in his hand, tugs you up by it. Spins you around to face him before hoisting you up and settling you on top of the barrel.

“You want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you?” He growls, ripping at the button and zipper of his jeans.

You just hum in response, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your arms over his shoulders.

Bucky grabs your chin, forcing it up before he squeezes your cheeks, “Huh? Answer me.”

Damp eyelashes flutter as hot air escapes from parted, hot lips. He leans in real close, cock pushing right at your slit and kisses you hard as he slips his arm around your waist. He breaks away quick, sloppy and loud before pecking your lips once, twice, three times again.

“You want me to fuck you, girl?”

The weight of his words are felt right down to your core, a shiver passing between the two of you. You let your heavy head fall back and your eyes close as Bucky nuzzles into the side of your face, his pretty white teeth skipping along your neck, nipping and nibbling.

“I want you to fuck me,” you whisper after mere seconds, finally submitting in this cat and mouse game, “Bucky, please.”

That’s all he needs— all he wants. For you to submit, after letting you have the reins for one day too long. He sinks into you slow, spreading you open with each inch, biting down into the side of your neck as he bottoms out. His teeth dig in a little deeper, a little harder as he starts to move, rocking back and forth almost succinct with the waves of the water.

You’re moving with him too, meeting each of his thrusts with your hips. You keep your legs tight around his waist, feet dangling and bouncing against the back of his thighs. A trail of hot kisses are pressed along your neck and down your shoulder before traipsing back up— teeth grazing along your jaw.

Long fingers skip up your side and between your bouncing tits to only wrap around your neck again. They squeeze, gently, as his pace starts to pick up, hips shoving harder and faster— that old barrel starting to scrape against the wood floor.

The force makes you louder, moaning with abandon as if the two of you are all alone on this little ferry. Bucky makes quick work of you, shoving metal fingers into your mouth— giving you something to suck on to keep you quiet.

“That’s a good girl.” he growls, voice gritty and low.

He’s punishing after that. Each snap of his hips thrusting you backward, the barrel you’re on top of tipping back and then slapping down on the floor. You yelp with each one, your mouth going slack around his digits as your hands fall to the edges of the barrel for some semblance of balance.

It’s obscene, the way you can hear your fuck. The wet of your cunt. The squeak of his cock plunging into tight, slick muscles. The heavy thud of his hips pounding into yours. The slap of your flip flops falling to the wood floor as he’s quite literally fucked them right off of your feet. It’s filthy— crude— and so very Bucky.

You’re back on your feet before you know it— before you realize it. Spun back around, Bucky’s hard chest and stomach pressed into your back. He grabs both of your hands and places them back on the barrel, his metal hand staying on top of yours, fingers gripping fingers.

Eager hips wiggle back into his as you hiss and sink your teeth into your bottom lip, groaning low. Your head drops when you feel his cock push through your ass cheeks— wet cockhead pressing against your hot rim.

He starts to fumble around behind you, each passing second making you more and more impatient. There’s a soft click, and then a light suction sound— something squeezing.

“Bucky,” you hiss, pushing back into him again, “Hur—”

The word breaks off right in the middle as he levels a quick smack against your hip— a warning. Then your ass cheeks are pulled apart, wet, slimy fingers sliding and prodding at your quivering rim. He brushes slow strokes, circling, pressing his fingers gently as he preps your little hole for what’s to come.

“What kind of freak brings lube to dinner?” you smile, gasping as he pinches the inside of your thigh.

You lurch forward when he grabs the back of your neck and yanks you back into him, lips right against your cheek, “The kinda freak that was gonna fuck you in an alley after dinner. Now shut that mouth.”

He’s pressing again, this time harder, his cockhead popping into you with force. You grunt with the initial intrusion, Bucky stopping his assault to allow you time to adjust to him— but that doesn’t last long. Your mouth goes slack again. Eyes slam shut, head falls forward as he slips in, deeper and deeper and deeper until his stomach is flush with your ass.

He wiggles— so you can feel him, feel him tickling the deepest part of you. Slaps at your ass again, quick, fingers glancing off your skin and leaving behind a hell of a sting. Then he’s fucking you again, slower this time, savoring the tight, glove-like hold your body provides.

Metal fingers grab at the hem of your dress again, tugging it up before they push back into your panties, finding a swollen, hot nub. Pinching and rubbing smooth circles against it, flicking and thrashing at the bundle of nerves before he shoves his fingers back into your cunt. They curl, those fingers, and pet your insides with surgical precision— only James Buchanan Barnes knows how to fuck you like this.

The heel of his palm slams against your clit as he fingers you rough and fucks your ass with gusto. Sleazy sounds gurgle up in your throat, the slapping of skin and the waves crashing against the side of the ferry, the rush of the wind filling your ears. Bucky pulls you flush against him and slithers his tongue just beneath your ear before his teeth grab a hold, tugging soft.

Teeth keep nipping— along your jaw, your cheeks, ears, neck. He fucks into you hard as he shoves his flesh hand into the neckline of your dress, gripping your tits. Pinching and kneading hard, thick nipples, mumbling sweet nothings all the while.

Your stomach churns, muscles tensing and flexing as synapses start to fire off in quick succession. Quick goosebumps pop up along your skin as your stomach tightens and you can taste it it’s so close. Bucky knows it, feels it as your walls constrict around his fingers, your asshole tightening around him. Vibranium fingers keep rubbing, keep fucking into your pussy hard, palm slapping against your clit, adding more and more pressure until the coil snaps.

It’s hard, and sudden— your body freezing as your orgasm consumes you. Bucky clamps a wet hand over your mouth as you mewl and bite into his palm, your hips thrusting forward with each wave of your release. He pulls his fingers from you to slap at your jumping clit, pressing the pads into it before he rubs quick little circles and then slaps at it again.

He drops his hand to your chin, yanking it up as you nearly cry, mewling and trembling with your release to kiss you hard and sloppy as you come. He kneads your tits with his mammoth hand as aftershocks flash through you, your used body jerking at random. Within seconds, there's a cloud of warmth in your ass. Rough grunts in your ear, growing louder with each spurt of his cock, your hot muscles milking him.

You let him use you, let him fill you up full of his silk. Grab his hands and lace your fingers with his as he empties long ribbons in you. Pull his arms around your waist and hold them there as he rides it out, his head falling to your shoulder. The two of you stand there, resting against that old barrel, breathing hard, skin sticky and balmy. Salt from the ocean in your nose.

Bucky’s the first to pull away, glancing back at the stairs before he pulls himself gingerly from you, leaving your body empty, a dribble of his come slipping out with him. He catches it with his fingers, drags them up the back of your thigh and between your ass cheeks before he shrugs out of his collared shirt and white tank top.

He cleans you up sweet with the tank top. Keeps his arm around your waist to steady you as he wipes at your thighs and your hot, sticky, puffy cunt, shushing you soft when you jump and whimper at the contact. He flings the messy tank top over the side of the ferry and rubs your hips and stomach real slow, murmuring into your ear all the while.

Diligent fingers then rearrange your thong— and cop a little feel, cupping your sensitive, swollen sex, giving it a little pinch so he can laugh when you shiver and squeak. Bucky pulls your dress, tugging lightly to get it back straight around your waist before smoothing it over your ass and thighs— even pulls at the top, making sure your tits are sitting pretty.

You can’t even open your eyes, overcome by alcohol and sleepiness and a post sex high. He fumbles with your fingers as your head lulls on his shoulder, a soft hum vibrating in your throat in your murky haze. Bucky lifts your arm by the elbow, sliding his hand up your forearm until he’s cupping your hand in his.

“Open your eyes, baby.” You groan in protest, causing a chuckle to rumble through his chest, “Come on.”

So you do. You always do whatever this man wants you to do— and there, right on your finger sits that big princess cut engagement ring you teased him with days before.

“How about we skip dinner and find a church, huh?” he whispers, kissing your cheek soft and sweet.

You glance at him over your shoulder, eyes wet as a smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth, “And if I say no?”

“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” He laughs as you adjust in his arms, pushing up on your tiptoes to cup his handsome face and kiss him on those pretty pink lips, “Then I guess I’ll have to fuck some sense into that pretty mouth of yours, won’t I birthday girl?”

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Even Though We May Be Hopeless Hearts Just Passing Through, I Was Made For Loving You PT. 1

Batsis x Kyle Rayner

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I realize the other story didn't follow the whole, dating the brother's best friend trope, so I decided to remedy it. And what do you get when you cross a hopeless romantic with someone who's new to love? Perfection. That's what. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Saturday mornings, in Dick’s opinion, were meant for sleeping in and quite possibly going to IHOP when everyone finally crawled out of bed at ten. They were not meant for being shoved in the side by a little brother.

“Golden-boy,” a voice grouched from beneath the bedside. “Your phone’s been going off for an hour. Either put it on silent or answer the goddamn thing.”

Dick let out a tired ‘pfft’, rolling onto his stomach, face buried in the side of the bed as he looked down to the floor. “Annoyed much, Little-wing?”

“I am going to shove that phone so far up your—”

Reaching over, Dick put the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

Where are you?

“Still in bed,” he responded, sentence ending in a groan as he stretched. “Why?”

You were supposed to be on the flight back to Gotham two hours ago.

Dick’s eyes went wide, and he sat up, gaping at the bedside clock. “It’s today.”

It is today. I can’t believe you forgot it was today.

“Oh my God, it’s today and we missed our flight.” He stumbled out of the bed, barely registering the shout from Jason as his foot landed in his brother’s stomach. “Jason, get up! It’s today!’

“What’s today?” his little brother griped, rubbing his abdomen.

“(Y/N)’s coming back!”

Jason’s eyes went wide, and he scrambled to his feet, hurriedly finding his bag to change out of his nightclothes. “Christ, I can’t believe we forgot that (Y/N) was coming home today!” he looked at Dick. “This is your fault.”

“My fault?” Dick yelped. “How is this my fault!”

He scowled. “Big brother wanted everyone to be with a sibling for the night, so they’d be together and be punctual but you and I both know neither of us have any concept of time.” His scowl grew. “I knew I should’ve bunked with Cass. She’s on time no matter what happens.”

Dick threw Jason’s sweatshirt at him. “Dress now, bitch later.” He put the phone back to his ear. “We missed our flight, but we can drive there.”

Your car’s in the shop.

“Shit,” he hissed, spinning in a circle to help his brain circuit enough to think of something new. “Uh-uh-uh—”

“Kyle!” Jason shouted, pointing at him. “Kyle’s like thirty minutes away from Manhattan! We’ll go to him for a ride!”

Dick grinned. “We’ll find Kyle.”

You sure Kyle’s at home?

“Pfft, Kyle’s always home on the weekends. He’s lazy.”

Just get here. (Y/N)’s plane is going to land in less than four hours.

“We’ll be there,” he said. “Is Diana coming too?”

Of course. She is (Y/N)’s mother.

“Nice. Alright, see you in Gotham, Bruce.”

Love you boys. And be careful. I’ve already heard that Cass, Tim, and Steph got into a fender-bender with Damian and Duke.

Dick blinked. “They’re…they’re legitimately driving separate cars? How’d they hit each other?”

Don’t ask.

The line went dead, and Dick looked at his brother. “Ready?”

Jason nodded. “Already got an Uber to Kyle’s place.”

“We could always just Uber to Gotham?” he offered, and Jason recoiled with a shocked look.

“And pay a ridiculous amount of money instead of just paying Kyle’s gas? Fuck no, big brother.” He shoved his wallet and keys into his pockets. “C’mon!” he chirped, rather excitedly. “Our baby sister’s coming home!”

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When he swung the door open to yell at whoever was pounding on it, he wasn’t expecting to see two of his best friends grinning like idiots. “Wha—”

He’d barely gotten a word out when Jason shoved a bag of fast food in his hands. “Get dressed. You’ve gotta drive us to Gotham City.”

Kyle blinked, glancing down at the bag before looking at Dick. “Why?”

“Our sister’s coming home, and we overslept and missed out flight outta here.”

“And you came to me…why?” he asked.

“Because you have the functioning car.” Jason retorted, antsy on his feet. “C’mon Kyle. We have to hurry! (Y/N)’s coming home!”

Figuring it was better to agree than to argue, Kyle relented, handing back the bag of food before he disappeared into his apartment, reappearing moments later, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, a graphic tee, and his usual slim casual jacket. He took the bag back and started digging around in it.

“Who’s (Y/N)?” he inquired, biting into a breakfast burrito as he locked his front door behind him.

“Our baby sister.” Jason said.

“I thought Cass was your baby sister?”

Dick nodded, getting out his own breakfast from the bag. “She is. But (Y/N)’s like…the OG baby sister.”

Kyle blinked, glancing over at him as he pushed the elevator button. “That makes no sense.”

“He means that (Y/N) was around before Cass was.”

“And she isn’t with you guys why?”

“She’s been on Themyscira for the last few years training with her grandmother and the other Amazons.” Jason answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world, stepping onto the elevator.

Kyle merely stared at the two brothers who were looking back at him; he felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. “Wait, your sister’s an Amazon?”

“Yep.”

“Who’s her mom?” he asked, stepping between them.

“Wonder Woman.” Dick said.

Strike two. “Who’s her dad?”

“Batman.” Jason responded.

Believe it or not, Kyle went three for three punches to the gut. “Bruce and Diana had a kid together?”

“Yeah.” Dick murmured. “I think it’s also why B’s so insistent against inter-team-relations.” He nudged Jason behind Kyle. “First time he attempts dating a coworker he ends up with a baby.”

Jason snorted. “And all those lessons about, ‘Children, whatever you do, don’t date anyone on your team. It’ll only lead to babies and limited visitation’.” He laughed again, then he frowned. “I don’t think any of us have followed that lesson.”

Dick opened his mouth to make an excuse but all that came out was a pitiful, deflate of air followed by, “That’s actually a good point.”

The elevator dinged and they watched the doors open before walking out towards the parking garage. They climbed into Kyle’s car, Jason in the front because his legs were longer than Dick’s, and Dick was a contortionist anyways so if anyone deserved to have their knees in their chest, it was him.

Halfway through the drive Kyle asked, “You guys are paying for my gas, aren’t you?”

All he received was unsure responses and he merely sighed.

***

He figured he should’ve just dropped Jason and Dick off at the airport in Gotham and drove home, but he couldn’t help but want to see just what the daughter of Wonder Woman and Batman looked like. He imagined a little girl dressed in a Batman suit three sizes too big and wielding a sword and a lasso way too heavy for her. It made him smile, the way that the two brothers gushed about (Y/N). From their praise, she was their world. Kyle had to see her though, because nothing was going to satiate that curiosity of seeing the big Batman’s daughter.

He watched Dick and Jason crane their necks like birds as they looked around. And honestly, the family shouldn’t have been that hard to find considering that every time Kyle was around the entirety of the Batfamily, they were like psychos on steroids—he very much so understood why the entirety of Gotham’s villains became flighty when every member of the Batfamily was out patrolling.

Kyle wasn’t expecting a voice to crack over the airport, loud and bubbly. “Brothers!”

All three of them stopped, even him who wasn’t even a sibling, looking over towards the call and Kyle’s jaw dropped as a young woman sprinted over to Dick and Jason, slamming into them with the weight of a train. The three of them collapsed into a pile on the floor, but they were laughing so Kyle assumed the siblings were alright.

“Princess!”

“Baby girl!”

“Oh, I am so glad to see you both!” she exclaimed. “I have waited so long to come home!” she was on her feet in moments, pulling them to theirs as if they weighed nothing. And Kyle knew Jason weighed a lot—he’d been crushed under his best friend before in fights.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked over at Kyle who immediately felt his heart lurch under her sharp gaze. “Who is this you have brought?”

Jason gestured to him. “(Y/N) this is Kyle. He’s a friend of Dick and mine. Kyle, this is our little sister, (Y/N).”

She huffed laugh. “I am not little, Jason. I am twenty-one.” Reaching out, she immediately pulled Kyle in for a hug, squeezing him tightly. “It is good to meet you, Kyle.”

“You too,” he murmured, feeling his cheeks warm as she pulled away and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Any friend of my brothers is a friend of mine.” (Y/N) smiled. “Are you a superhero as well?”

He couldn’t help but toss a quick glance towards Jason who nodded. “Uh, yeah. I’m a Green Lantern.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in wonder, and she let go of his shoulders in favor of grabbing at his hands until she found his ring. She stared at it, murmuring quiet, ‘ooo’s and ah’s’. “That is simply amazing!” she chirped, looking at him, and then she silently gasped, raising his hand near his eyes. “Oh…your eyes are almost the same color as your ring.”

Her smile made Kyle’s heart beat a little faster as she expressed, “They are beautiful.”

They gazed at each other, too captivated in the moment to understand that the family had gathered around them by then. Someone’s hand curled around (Y/N)’s wrist and she looked over seeing Dick tugging her hand away.

“C’mon Princess, let’s go get your things on the belt.”

She smiled and followed, giving a small wave to Kyle, who returned hers shakily whilst grinning like a dope.

Someone elbowed him in the ribs, and he gasped, holding his side as Jason muttered, “Don’t ever stare at my sister like that again.”

Kyle blinked, glancing at him. “What’re you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, you goddamn skirt-chaser.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Kyle spluttered.

“You’re thinking about it.” Jason warned, pointing a finger in his face. “Make a move on (Y/N) and I’ll kill you with your own ring.” Kyle recoiled just as she and Dick were coming back, both holding a suitcase.

“Father!” she called, glancing at Bruce. “Dick and I have retrieved my luggage.”

He smiled at her. “Let’s go put it in the SUV then.” He paused, looking over the large group. He and Diana had ridden together, and since his children had fender-benders, they’d picked up Cass, Tim, Stephanie, Duke, and Damian; there wasn’t room for (Y/N) too.

“Father? Is something the matter?” (Y/N) was staring at him with concern.

“There’s not enough room in the SUV for you too. Maybe we—”

“There’s room in my car for (Y/N)!” Kyle blurted out, smiling nervously at Bruce. “I can follow behind you.”

Before anyone could screech ‘NO!’, mainly Dick and Jason, (Y/N) lit up like the morning sun. “Oh, that is a wonderful idea!” she grabbed onto Diana’s arm. “We should all stop for ice-cream though! Mother, what do you say?”

She smiled at her and leaned over, kissing her head. “I say that sounds like a fantastic idea, daughter.”

Kyle grinned and held out his arm for (Y/N), her giggling as she took it. “You know, I don’t live in Gotham, (Y/N), but I do know a good gelato store around the area.”

“What is gelato?” she asked, and he groaned.

“Oh, I can’t believe you don’t know what that is.” He started off, pilling her along, leaving everyone behind. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

Jason’s face pinched and he looked over at Bruce. “Can I break the no-kill rule just once?”

Bruce blinked, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched his daughter laughing along with Kyle, both looking like newlyweds already. “Believe it or not, I’m strongly considering it.”

“Bruce.” Diana admonished. “Let (Y/N) and Kyle become friends. You know she doesn’t have many outside this family here.”

Dick growled. “Except Kyle doesn’t want to be friends with (Y/N), Diana. He wants to be her boyfriend.”

“They just met though?”

“Yeah, and Kyle’s a propose on week two type of man,” Jason griped. “Jesus Christ, this is going to be a disaster.”

“I don’t know about you guys, but (Y/N) and Kyle said gelato and you guys are just standing here.” Tim said. “Can we go now?”

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[legends-of-apex]

Can i request kissing in the rain with Bolo and/or Young Jun? (I really like the one with ah sahm and li yong 🥺❤️)

Of course you can! Thanks so much for your request, hope you enjoy :)) have also pasted and edited the Ah Sahm and Li Yong ones here too just so they’re all in one place 💕

Ah Sahm, Bolo, Li Yong and Young Jun (Warrior HBO) kissing their s/o in the rain

Ah Sahm: He’ll be looking like he just walked outta the ocean and he doesn’t care. His s/o stops to enjoy the rain when walking beside him and he notices after taking a few steps that they’re not at his side. He’ll turn back around to make sure they’re alright but then he sees the way they’re just letting the rain wash over them and he can’t help but admire it. Will place his hand on their cheek or jaw first as his way of asking permission to kiss them before he does. Probably also slips in a compliment such as “You know… you look really beautiful right now” beside their ear before leaning in to kiss them. Doesn’t care that he’s soaked through to his skin in the process but he’ll get his s/o in someplace warm at the slightest shiver

Bolo: He’s mildly annoyed by the rain but any irritation he has seeps right out of his system the moment he sees his s/o’s hair all littered with raindrops and the way the rain seems to make their eyes shine more than usual. He’ll stop dead in his tracks and just admire them, hands stuffed in his pockets as his hair starts to stick to his scalp, and he’ll smile. He’ll smile so brightly because he can’t believed how whipped he is, might even laugh to himself a little. When his s/o asks what’s wrong he’d say “Nothing. I just really wanna kiss you right now” and he can’t believe his luck when they pull him down to do just that. He’d smile into the kiss the entire time

Li Yong: Would step out of the rain the minute his hair gets all soggy and he doesn’t want his s/o getting drenched either. Leads them by the hand to some shelter in a doorway or otherwise. Offers his jacket in case the sudden downpour has made them cold. They catch his eye whilst waiting for the rain to stop only find he’s already looking at them. Asks if he can kiss them first before doing so and then does so oh so gently snd sweetly. Loves gathering the raindrops that roll down their cheeks with the side of his finger

Young Jun: He hates the rain. It makes his clothes all soggy, messes up his hair and just generally puts him in a foul mood. But the moment he sees his s/o out in the rain then that changes, his entire demeanour softens. Suddenly he doesn’t care about how the rain feels on his skin, he finds himself only caring about how it feels on theirs. And he’s staring so unsubtly too that it takes his s/o taking his hand to snap him out of his haze. He’d look at them with such affection swimming in his eyes that when his s/o steps closer to them he can’t help but pull them in even closer still. He’ll stare into their eyes for a minute, now not caring how drenched he gets, until eventually his lips are so close to theirs that he’ll give the softest kiss he’s maybe ever given in his life

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[utterlyhopeful-fics]

Shotgun Wedding

MASTERLIST

Angel Reyes x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k 

Warnings: angsty angst, language, s3 spoilers, (gif not mine!)

Marisol Reyes’s diamond sparkled underneath the grim lighting of the Mayans clubhouse. The diamond she always imagined resting on her ring finger. Y/N stared blankly at the beaming woman glued next to Angel. Y/N tried her damndest to conceal her heartache keeping a calm demeanor. As if cemented in the very place she stood, Y/N didn’t dare move a muscle at the abrupt announcement. 

Her ears rung horrendously blocking out the unwelcomed laughter and cheers. Her blood simmered rising in temperature every passing second, but Y/N swore her heart stopped beating the moment Angel wouldn’t…couldn’t look at her. Tranq’s eyes searched the room finding Y/N all too easily, a familiar sadness rested behind her eyes showcasing her inner misery.

Nails’s smile continued to irk Y/N as her fingers wrapped around an empty beer glass.

Angel’s voice boomed through the room next; “That ain’t it..we’re havin a baby!”

Hoots and hollers broke out across the room celebrating the surprising news.

Y/N froze too stunned to glance up from the wood counter she was currently staring holes in. Ezekiel’s eyes followed suit; pity filled and genuine disbelief. Didn’t seem like big bro told him either. Suddenly glass shattered forcing Y/N’s gaze downwards, blood danced down her palm moving delicately towards her wrist. Two shards embedded deeply into her hand as her eyes bulged at the growing mess.

Tranq moved quick grabbing a towel. He hesitated sizing up the shards and their removal. His lips moved but Y/N didn’t hear a thing. A minor pinch resonated from her palm glancing down at the removed bloodstained pieces. Angel chanced a glimpse towards Y/N knowing the damage had been long done.

“Y/N?”  

She merely nodded applying more pressure to the cut.

Her voice dead-panned void of any emotion; “Shit, I spaced. Sorry bout the glass.”

His brow scrunched upwards at the overtly monotonous tone. Meanwhile, Y/N busied herself wiping up the crimson liquid. Not more than five seconds later her back was to him as she rushed to the back room. Tranq tailed her closing the door behind him. Her chest heaved unable to catch her breath as she paced in circles.

“Say somethin, anything…”

Y/N stopped, her eyes pierced his gentle ones; “Did you know?”

Without hesitation, Tranq answered; “No idea.”

He sounded just as hurt as she did causing concern to spread throughout her shivering frame; “I thought you and Nails were—”

“Me too. Guess not.”

Unshed tears begged for release but Y/N fought harder. Her voice sounded broken, laced in pain; “I hate him.”

Tranq rubbed her shoulder soothingly; “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N.”

Her shoulders deflated; “It’s not your fault. It’s fucking mine for giving him another god damn chance.”

“Stop. They made their choice. Does it fucking suck? Hell yeah, but it’s outta our hands for good. Don’t let that shit spread.”

“Your optimism is annoying as hell.”

His hand grazed over her chin keeping her attention; ““He doesn’t deserve you; he never fucking did.”

“And she’s a total bitch for blowing you off and running back to him the second he turns her damn direction.”

“I don’t want to hurt like this anymore, T. Angel will never choose me and that’s a hard pill to swallow. But seriously? Seriously? He fucking parades her around, proposes to her, and then knocks her up?! What fresh hell did I walk into tonight?”

“You and me both.”

Her fingers carefully grazed along the liquor bottles aligning the farthest wall; “I think I’m going to miss you the most.”

Confusion clouded his thoughts; “You—you’re leaving?”

“I have to. I can’t just stay here and watch him play house. Angel’s left me no other choice.”

Tranq closed the gap between them bringing her into his chest. Her arms wrapped around him trying to memorize every possible detail.

“I still have a phone, ya know. I’ll keep you in the loop, promise.”

“You are worth finding. Worth knowing. And undoubtedly worth loving. Don’t let him take that away.”

“You, my friend, have a way with words. This isn’t goodbye.”

“Just a see you later?”

The hallway light shone brightly as the door swung ajar. Picking up one foot in front of the other, Y/N stride didn’t falter instead focusing her energy straight ahead on the exit until an unwelcoming voice echoed out for her.

“Y/N, wait up!”

She began a light jog attempting to make a clean getaway. Heavy footsteps clogged about alerting her of another presence. Y/N fumbled for her keys but not before Angel Reyes caught up.

“There’s nothing left to say, Reyes. Your announcement made that crystal clear. Now go the fuck away.”

“At least gimme a minute to explain.”

“Explain what? How you told me you loved me TWO DAYS AGO and then proceeded to propose to your fuck buddy? Oh, congrats on the baby by the way. I hope you both burn in hell.”

Angel held her arm keeping her in place; Y/N fought against his grasp; “You’re a selfish, irredeemable shell of a bastard.”

“I know.”

“I love you, all of you so damn much. But I’m sick and tired of the bullshit. You’ve obviously made your decision, Gel. I gotta get out of here for a while.”

Guilt ran down his spine seeping into his stiff bones. Angel opened his mouth but no words followed. Not once in the last twelve hours had he stopped running at full speed. Now with the dust finally settling, Angel’s actions finally caught up with him.

“C’mon, don’t be like that.”

Her jaw nearly hit the ground at the audacity of this asshole; “I bet your fiancé is looking for you. Should probably head back.”

The words held a finality Angel wasn’t sure he was ready to embrace. His mind screamed at him to be honest, to tell Y/N she was the reason he got outta bed every day. But then Nails told him she was pregnant and the rest of the world became a blur. Angel never actually expected to lose Y/N. Now his reality had shifted, altered on its very axis and there wasn’t a goddamn thing he could do about it. The car door creaked open and shut in record time. Blurred headlights were all that remained as the distance grew further and further between them. Crickets chirped far too loudly as the silence set in. It was time for Angel to let Y/N go even if his heart resisted.

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[hops-hunny]

Just a Touch Away

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4k

Request: Not necessarily?? A few people did ask for this though and who am I to deny you of that?

Summary: Part two of Just a Flight Away

Warnings: Sex, just sex. There’s fluff too, a good lil 50/50.

A/N: The fact that this is longer than the original makes me fucking laugh cause how tf did that even happen?? Hope I didn’t disappoint. I also got lazy half way through editing so only like the first 2k words are edited.

Neville was beyond ecstatic to be walking hand in hand with his girlfriend. It was better than anytime his mind would wander to it during the day and anytime it’d lull him to sleep at night. He looked down at her, watching as her eyes looked at everything in amazement. It reminded him of his first year at Hogwarts, wide eyed and full of curiosity of all there was to be explored. (Y/n) seemed to be soaking it all in as if she took even the smallest of blinks, everything would vanish before her eyes.

“It’s a pretty place, isn’t it?” He started off, catching the girl’s attention. She looked up at the tall lanky Gryffindor smiling at him. God he couldn’t believe that such a doll was his. This was his girlfriend.

“Yeah! It’s amazing! I love how tall the ceilings are and all the intricacies such as the carvings around the walls and floors, the big open windows, it’s all to die for!” She exclaimed, bouncing up and down a bit. How could one girl be so cute? Neville knew that if she asked, he’d do absolutely anything she wanted without a second thought. Anything she wanted and needed he would give to her at the drop of a hat.

“Yeah, that’s not even the most magical part. No matter where you go in the castle, you can find something new almost every time. Be it a hallway, room, whatever.” he stated, smiling as the girl gasped in amazement.

“We have to explore then some time while I’m here! However, today I wanna spend time with you doing you know,” she started, looking away as she was overcome with shyness, “Doing couple things.” Neville felt his heart swell at her words, trying his best not to drown her in all of his affection.

“Of course, petal. We can do whatever you want today! How bout I take you to Honeydukes and then we end the day off with the greenhouse? I know you wanted to see that first but trust me when I say it’s even more of a beauty during the evening than it is at this time.” He said, reaching down to push a bit of her hair out of her face. He laughed some as her eyes lit up at the mention of the sweets shop. When Neville and (Y/n) would send each other things, Neville would send her treats as much as possible. He had learned early on about the girl’s large sweet tooth and second stomach for dessert.

“That sounds amazing! You know how much I love treats!” she said, clapping her hands as she began to jump more. Neville looked at her fondly as he watched her fit of excitement but quickly stopped as he noticed her frown. “I don’t have the right currency to buy things yet though. I still only have dragots. That’s okay, we can j-”

“Did you really think I was going to make you pay, flower? What kind of man would I be to invite you out and not pay? I insist, shop to your heart's content today.” He said, reaching down to stroke her cheek. She leaned into his touch, smiling up at him.

“I love you, Nev.” she mumbled, closing her eyes in content from the warmth that radiated from his hand. Neville felt his breath hitch as he looked down at her, face flushing a bright red. It wasn’t the first time they had said it to each other. Sure, they ended their letters with it more often than not but to hear it from her voice? A voice that was so beautiful, so full of love, aimed towards him? She was making it really hard for him not to just have his way with her right then and there.

“Oh angel, I love you more. Come here.” He pulled her closer, bending down to rest his forehead on hers, smiling as he leaned in to kiss her. The (h/c) haired girl met him halfway, smiling into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around her neck. He continued to kiss her, deepening the kiss before remembering that they were quite literally in the middle of the hallway. He pulled away, placing a quick chaste kiss on her lips. Confusion took over (Y/n)’s face as she looked around them. In different parts of the hallway, a few guys were looking in their direction. “What is it, darling?” he questioned, grabbing her hand as he continued to walk. She simply dismissed his question, offering him a soft smile as he guided her towards the nearest castle exit. That’s when he started to hear it. It wasn’t loud, but it was loud enough for him to hear.

“God she’s a right fitty, isn’t she?”

“Yeah I mean look at the ass on her. She’s one of those Ilvermorny girls.”

“Could’ve fooled me. Looks straight outta Beauxbaton.”

“Longbottom’s a fool, I would’ve had my way with her as soon as she stepped out the train.”

Neville felt his jaw clench, trying to calm himself down. He had to get them out of here before (Y/n) heard, because if she had? Those guys would see exactly why he was put in Gryffindor in the first damn place. “Petal, do you want a piggyback ride? I know you mentioned wanting one in a few of your letters. Come on, hop on.” he said, bending down some so she could get on. (Y/n) felt her eyes light up at the idea. She took a large running start before jumping on the boy’s back, squealing as he lifted her up. Neville secured her on his back, biting his lip at the feeling of her plush thighs filtering between his fingers. They felt heavenly, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander to what they’d feel like wrapped around his- they had places to be. He didn’t want his precious girl to hear anything that those twits were saying about her so quickly he took off down the hallway, smiling as the girl laughed, tightening her arms around his neck.

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(Y/n) gasped as her eyes zoomed in various places all around Honeydukes. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before. She ran to various different snacks, reading the packages of them. “Look Nev, look! These look sooo good. They’re strawberry flavored! I love strawberry.” she said, holding up the box of snack cakes in his face. Neville laughed at the girl’s enthusiasm for sweets.

“I’ve had those before. They’re quite good! I think you’ll enjoy them ‘specially since you like strawberry so much. Do you wanna get them?” he questioned. (Y/n) pondered, humming slightly before nodding, setting them in his hands. She wondered how he could contain himself, especially when there were so many sweets around! Who wouldn’t wanna buy practically the whole store? 

As they walked around the store, (Y/n) would occasionally find something else that piqued her interest, ask Neville’s opinion on it, and then throw it in his arms. She did this numerous times until she realized how full his arms were. The tower of sweets and treats almost covered his face. However, she couldn’t help to admire how his arms flexed and tensed under his shirt only imagining how nice they’d feel-

“Are you done, petal? It’s okay if you’re not! You can get a few more things, I just wanna get back to the greenhouse before it gets too dark.” he explained, turning to the side so he could see her face.

“Yeah, I’m done! Are you sure this is okay? This is a lot of stuff Nev.” she questioned, biting the inside of her cheek guilty.

“Nonsense! Nothing is too much for you, flower. Let’s get going, I’ve got a few plants that I need to water in about,” he set the treats down on the counter before looking at his watch, “30 minutes. Perhaps you can help me?” 

“I’d love to! You know that’s my favorite part of growing plants is the watering part. It’s almost like you can see them do a little happy dance when you do! Well, some of the more animated plants quite literally do but you get what I mean!” she rambled on, quickly latching onto his arm once more. Neville listened to her, grabbing the bags as they began to walk out of the door only for him to bump into Malfoy himself. Great.

“Ah I see, loneliness has stricken you again huh Longbottom? I don’t know what all those treats will do for that!” He snickered out, high fiving Crabbe and Goyle. Neville rolled his eyes, frankly quite done with the bloke. He didn’t give him that same sense of fear as when he was younger. In fact, now he found him to be quite annoying. 

“Actually they aren’t for him, they’re mainly all for me! Neville’s personal pick is just this little box right here.” she said, holding up the small box before placing it back in the bag. (Y/n) had to stop herself from letting out an audible gag as the blonde’s eyes traveled up and down her frame.

“You must be Neville’s American cousin, right? I-”

“Didn’t ask. Come on babe, let’s go.” The small girl said, dragging her boyfriend along with her. Draco stood there in shock as the two walked off still in amazement in how Neville had such a hot American girlfriend already.

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“Woah! I’ve read about this plant actually. Even had a small personal one of my own.” The (h/c) haired girl said, positioning the magnifying glass up and down around the leaves to view it better. Neville whipped his head towards her in excitement.

“Really? Wait, had?” he asked, watching as the girl shrugged sheepishly.

“Yeah, turns out it wasn’t really suited for the climate in America. Such a shame though! She was a real beauty.” She said, still not looking up at the plant. Neville smiled at her fondly, walking closer to her as he stood behind her.

“Yeah, she is.” he muttered, wrapping his arms around her waist as he turned her around.

“Something tells me we’re no longer discussing plants.” she joked, wrapping an arm around his neck as she brought the other to stroke his cheek. He leaned down hovering his lips above hers.

“I’m afraid we aren’t.” he closed the gap between them, kissing her with all the anger, all the passion that had built up over the day. He was tired of it, tired of men speaking about her like he wasn’t right fucking there. Obviously that wasn’t his sweet flower’s fault but god was he furious. He took one of his hands, trailing it from her waist to the underside of her skirt. With one hand he flipped it up and with the other he began to grip and prod at one of her cheeks harshly. He trailed his free hand up to her jaw, holding it tightly as he pulled away from the kiss leaving a trail of saliva in its path. “Do you want to-”

“Yes.” she cut him off, taking one of his hands and leading it under her shirt. He moved his large freckled hand up her torso until he reached her breast. His eyes widened as he felt the lack of bra.

“You little minx.” he sneered, gripping her ass in both of his hands as he sat her on top of the working table. He pushed her shirt above her breast, watching as her nipples began to harden from the cool air. Neville got on his knees pulling the girl to the edge of the table. He couldn’t help but pause and admire how beautiful she was. The setting sun reflected off of her sweaty (s/c) skin making it appear as if she was glowing. The shadows and light hit the parts of her soaking panties, revealing just how wet her cunny was. Neville let out an audible groan at the sight, adjusting his tightening pants. “God you’re bloody gorgeous. Look at you baby, all soaked just for me?” He ran a finger over her cloth covered slick, smirking as the girl jumped a bit letting out a soft whimper. “Let me treat you, yeah?” he whispered against her clothed cunt before ripping her panties down and stuffing them in her back pocket (He certainly was not giving those back). 

His eyes were glued to the sight in front of him. It was more beautiful than any photograph that she had sent. No matter how many times she had written to him about how wet she was, nothing could prepare him for the true extent to what it was. The entirety of her pussy was covered in slick, running down her folds and now onto the table. He watched as her pretty little hole clenched and unclenched around nothing practically begging to be filled. But he couldn’t just yet, he had to do what he had been dreaming of for years. He moved a steady hand forward rubbing her clit in circular motions before licking a fat strip across her slit as he began to suck on her clit. (Y/n) gasped, bringing a shaky hand down to his head pushing him in forward and, who was Neville to deny her? Sure, Neville lacked experience severely. They both did. But he’d be damned if he came up from between her legs without giving her an orgasm first.

Neville took his middle finger, gathering a bit of her juices on it before slowly sinking it inside of her. He began to pump it in and out, making sure to be gentle and slow while maintaining a steady pace. (Y/n) threw her head back, letting out a cross between a whimper and a moan. It wasn’t like she hadn’t pleasured herself before, she had...numerous times. Sometimes even multiple times a day. But god his fingers? They were so much thicker than hers, so much longer touching and hitting spots she didn’t know were possible. “A-another please.” she whimpered, bucking her hips onto his face. Neville looked up at her, humming around her clit in agreement before he slid in another digit into her tight hole. He felt his dick strain against his pants more at the sound of her moans but he could ignore it. This wasn’t about him right now, it was all about him pleasuring his perfect girl.

“Do you like that, pretty? Hm? Like when I get my fingers covered in you.” He muttered against her, groaning as she clenched around his fingers. He drove them deeper keeping with his slow pace. Neville didn’t want to rush this, he wanted to appreciate the girl who he loved, the girl who kept him up late into the night as he stroked one out. He knew they would share many intimate moments in the months to come but he definitely wanted their first to be the most memorable.

 He continued to lick and suck on her bud, pulling away every so often to lick at the stray juices that ran down her folds. “Just one more, pretty. I’ve gotta make sure you’re nice and stretched out for me.” she nodded lazily at his words, feeling herself growing closer and closer by the second. (Y/n) was in such a state of euphoria, never wanting it to end. She let out another strangled moan as Neville slid in a third finger, scissoring them a bit before beginning to make a come hither motion within her. The tips of his fingers rubbed against her spot sending her into a fit of nonsense phrases and words, the most recognizable of them being “please, please. Yes, yes, yes!” which only encouraged him further. With more force he repeatedly began to jab at her g-spot growling as the girl came apart above him. (Y/n) gasped, falling back onto the table as her body grew tense, releasing all over Neville fingers. She continued to moan as her arousal slipped past his fingers running down the table as the boy fingered her through her high. Neville pulled his fingers out, stretching them apart as he stared at the arousal that was connected between the spaces. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, letting out a soft moan at her taste. Just as sweet as he had pictured it. 

After a few moments of heavy panting, (Y/n) felt a bit better and decided to sit up. Her (e/c) eyes trailed down her lover’s body as they reached the bulge in his pants. ‘If it’s that big through his pants, I don’t even want to imagine how big it is out of them!’ she found herself thinking. No wonder he had used three fingers, she wasn’t even sure that that was enough. She reached both her hands out, beginning to unfasten his belt pulling down his pants before freeing his member. She held back a gasp as she watched it slap up against his lower abdomen. Neville’s cock was a shade darker than him, it had no curve to it but it didn’t matter. He made up for a lack of curve with the sheer girth of his cock alongside the length (which was most definitely half of her forearm, if not more). She took a deep breath before hopping off of the table and kneeling before him.

“What’re you doing, love?” he asked, reaching a hand down to stroke her cheek.

“Returning the favor?” she replied as she reached a hand forward to grasp him. She looked at him confused as he lifted her back up, setting her back on top of the table.

“You can do that some other time. Right now is about pleasuring you.” he said, moving his lips to her neck as he began to suck and kiss along it leaving a trail of marks in its wake.

“A-are you sure? What about you? I’d feel bad that I’m not pleasing you in return.” a soft frown took over her face. Neville grabbed her face softly, tilting it towards his own.

“Oh darling, taking care of you brings me a greater pleasure than anything you could give me. Tonight is about you so let me just take care of you, yeah?” he asked, looking into her eyes full of love and a deep amount of arousal. She sat there unsure before nodding, leaning up to capture his lips. Neville returned the kiss, trailing the hand that was against her face to wrap gently around her neck. He pulled away, tugging her lip with him. “I’m gonna put it in now. Are you ready?” he asked, lubing himself up with the reminisce of her first orgasm.

“Please be gentle.” she whispered, hiding her face in his neck as he pushed his tip against her entrance.

“‘Course love. I’ll do my best.” he placed a kiss on the top of her head before beginning to sink into her. He let out a hiss at the tight heat of her velvety walls. When he was in enough, he brought both his hands up to embrace her, whispering soft phrases of encouragement as he slid into her tight hole. He couldn’t help but feel guilty at the sound of her whimpers and cries, feeling awful that he was the cause of it.  After what felt like ages, his pelvic region finally met with her mound. He pulled back gazing at the sight as he let out a soft moan.

“Y-you can move now. Feels good.” she stuttered out, gasping as he pulled out some. Neville thrusted into her deeply to test the waters, watching her facial expressions. He felt himself grow relieved when he saw how deep in pleasure she was. Her eyes were clenched shut, chest rising and falling quickly. He took that as a sign to continue, thrusting into her deep and slow. He gripped her hips tightly, deepening the intensity of his thrusts. The boy was absolutely enamored. How could she be so cute in such a filthy state? Tongue lulled out the side of her mouth, hair tousled messily as sweat covered her delicate skin. Seeing her in such bliss only fueled his need to please her, to see her come undone beneath him. He continued to pound into her, every thrust filled with passion. 

“You’re so fucking pretty, angel,” he growled out leaning down to capture her breast in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, nibbling softly before pulling away and doing the same to the other one. (Y/n) continued to let out a string of moans, tightening her grip on the Gryffindor's back. She couldn’t help but dig her fingers into the flesh of his back, trying to ground herself as her lower region received immense amounts of pleasure. She let out a cry of gratification as he began to rub at her clit with circular motions, digging her heels into his lower back. “God just look at you. You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Who’s making you feel this good?”

“Y-you Nev! S-so good. It’s so deep, so big.” she whimpered as she began to feel hot tears form in her eyes. “Love you so much, I love you!” she sobbed, resting her head on her chest. It was all too much, too good for her to handle. Neville cooed at her adoringly continuing to thrust into her. “C-close….”

“Hold it for just one second of love. Let’s cum together.” He grunted. After a few moments, he felt a familiar pit in his stomach signaling his release. His thrust began to grow sloppy, hips stuttering but as he went to pull out, the girl stopped him.

“Please don’t. I’m on birth control. Want you to cum inside of me, want you to fill me up.” Neville gripped at her hips harder, pistoning them with an animalistic amount of pace. The moans of them both echoed off the greenhouse walls as they both released, collapsing against one another. (Y/n) shuddered, whimpering at the feeling of his thick seed spilling inside of her. It seemed nonstop, pouring and pouring deeper inside of her, dribbling out past him and onto the table.

Neville let out a breathless chuckle at the sight, feeling a sense of pride at the fact that it was his seed dripping out of her. No one else. Not Malfoy, not his idiot friends, and certainly not those morons from in the hallway earlier. He stroked her skin gentle, watching as she shuddered at his touch. “Sorry love, it seems I left quite the mark on your neck.” he mumbled, brushing his fingertips along the healing mark he had left. It was a big purple hickey, the same shade as the bruises on her hips.

“S’okay. I’ll have something that reminds me of you. I think I accidentally gave you one too when I came. I couldn’t help myself.” Neville viewed his reflection in the small hanging mirror across the room. Moving his long shaggy hair to the side, he saw a small reddish bruise, the indent from her teeth still visible. 

“It’s a shame that I didn’t get to show you the rest of the plants you wanted.” he frowned. He had totally forgotten that was the entire reason they had come to the greenhouse today. Neville wanted his girl’s first day at Hogwarts to be absolutely perfect in every way and he had ruined it in his own fit of selfish greed.

“Are you kidding me?” she asked, sitting up. She winced slightly but continued on. “This was way better than any sort of plant! Nothing says ‘welcome to Hogwarts’ like what we just had.” Neville let out a breath that he wasn’t even aware he had been holding.

Even though this was the first day of them meeting in person, he knew this was the girl for him. As the sun set and they both held each other in their arms, the pair couldn’t help but wonder what was in store for them. What adventures lie ahead? Only time could tell. But luckily they didn’t have to spend another minute apart. (Y/n) was no longer just a flight away, but a mere inches apart.

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