#ok maybe my muscle relaxers kicked in by now

[cherry-pop-elf]

Cuddle Party

George figured a new couch was in order, given the last one kinda uh. Exploded. Might as well help him break it in!

I blame @george-weasleys-girl for this. It literally all stemmed for this pic

Warnings: Heavy petting. ((Yeah it seems like a vanilla warning, but hey sometimes you aren’t in the right headspace for sexual content. Even if there isn’t sex. You valid sweetie!)) lots of fluff, and some wholesome “teaching your kid about deafness”

Writing coms open

“See? As if nothing had ever happened!” That nothing being your son, Fred the second, inherited someone’s pyrotechnic passion. Wasn’t Freddy’s fault. He wasn’t even old enough for a wand yet, but he was showing brilliant magic. Even so young. You two made sure he understood it was an accident, but also used it as a good learning lesson that when accidents happen you do your best to fix them. Gentle parenting was what helped Freddy best, and like hell you would ever yell at him for such an accident.

“You wanted an excuse for this, didn’t you?” You would tease, as you leaned over the massive thing. Was pretty much a alaskan king, with many purple cushions to accent the orange material. It was loud, and that was how you liked it. It was also perfect for when family was over. Just move the furniture around, and the couch was suddenly much longer with many seats. You did like that. This would make having company over far easier. You really did like it.

"MAYBE~" He cackled, before he jumped onto the thing. A graceful flop he went, with so much space to move around. That had you rolling your eyes, but you were smiling. Your husband. Such a adorable man, and that made you so happy. Kept you feeling young, even with so much happening. With that being said, it also meant you had a streak of mischeif all the same. Before your husband knew it, you jump right on him. Making him wheeze, before laughing.

"NO FAIR! IM DEAF I COULDNT HEAR YOU COMING!" He, playfully, argued. Along with took advantage of your laughter to pin you down. Made you laugh more, as you would fight back. Your wrists pinned, and sock feet flailing, as your were attacked with kisses. Left you squealing, as he made sure to attack your sweet spots. Leaving no mercy, as the two of you broke in the new furniture.

“You are a menace to society, just my type~” He growled, as he gave you a kiss. Then another, and another, and before either of knew it. It was more than just kissing. You two were just engulfed by each other. Utterly addicted to each other’s flavors and scents. The fresh ash, and sweet pastries.

Suppose you two were breaking in the new couch, that’s for sure. As if either of you could complain. That is, until your passionate moment was interrupted by someone jumping onto George’s back. Made him wheeze, before tumbling across the furniture. Leaving you to have someone fall on your stomach.

“ITS LIKE A BIG BED-!” Junior shouted, before he crawled off of you. Quick to stand up, and jump on it. Meanwhile, you two needed a moment to breathe again. You caught your breath far quicker than George did. Since he was full on WWE-ed.

“Dad! DAD-!” Junior shouted, but George was busy with a bruised back. Not to mention his good ear was forced into the cushion, so he didn’t hear Freddy at all. You used that to your advantage, and soon scooped Freddy up.

“Remember, Daddy doesn’t hear to well. Right?” A nice learning moment. With Freddy in your lap, as you sat crossed legged. “Yeah yeah-! He hears only half the stuff we do-!” Junior would agree, and made the sign for ‘silent’ on his left ear. Just like where George’s was missing.

“That’s a good job-! Oh you did so well, you remembered!” You praised, making your son beam. Learning languages sure comes naturally, when half your family’s speaks more than one language. Romanian, Mandarían, French, Arabic, Latin, and throw in some British Sign Language.

“And you remember what we said about yelling?” You asked, as he nodded. “Not everyone likes it! So you gotta ask em first. Cause yelling is scary sometimes. Like when grandma Molly yells. She yells loud!” Junior said, making an explosion motion with his hands.

“Oh she got lungs alright-“ George huffed, as he caught himself again. Once he was steady, Junior was quick to camper over to George. Yanked into the older man’s arms, and held high in the air. Then, he collapsed on the couch. With Junior plopping on his chest. You were quick to snuggle your husbands side, as Junior sat on his chest. Having to much energy.

“Your kid-“ You tease, before kissing your husbands cheek. That made Junior stick his tongue out, and George mimicked him. Having a silly face off. That made you laugh, as you enjoyed the cuddle session with your family.

Eh, that old couch had been here since you three had got the permit for the place. Some things needed to be replaced. But memories like this? Never. You wanted to simply keep creating, and keeping, more and more. Forever, and ever.

#harry potter #harry potter magic awakened #hpma #magic awakened #George Weasley #george weasley x reader #fluff #so much fluff #i blame my friend #yes this is a very old draft #college keeps you busy #leave me alone #I’m already writing essays man sob #this is a pass time #semi side hussle #speaking of which don’t forget I take coms #please #er visits are pricey #thanks #hp #hp magic awakened #deaf George Weasley #disabled George Weasley #George Weasley is deaf #George Weasley is disabled #stop earasing it to fit your narrative when there is geuienly zero reason for it #I’m not talking about au’s #you know who you are #I see you #ok maybe my muscle relaxers kicked in by now

[jadewritesficshere]

Warmth

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie takes you home after work (1150 words)

Contents: Reader suffers from chronic pain, smoking weed, no gender descriptors for reader, reader is called Baby

Please note I am not a doctor and do not take any medical advice from me ok thanks also each person's health is different from someone elses so please be kind to each other thanks bye

You sigh as you finally lock the door for the store. You had started the day out with working your regular shift. Which had been fine, even if you had felt a little stiff. Then that coworker called in sick...again. And your boss begged you to stay late...again. You had wanted to say no, but the prospect of getting a bit extra in your paycheck, well, you couldn't pass it up.

But now your body was screaming at you. Working for twelve hours had your joints aching. Some days you could barely roll over in bed without the pain. Could barely think a coherent thought as your joints and muscles screamed at you.

And other days, the good days, you felt you could run a marathon. Not because of an absence of pain, but the pain was so little compared to what you were used to it felt like nothing. Some days started like this and ended like the bad days.

And today was ending like a bad day. Especially because that one manager, the one who seemed to not like you, was on duty. Your boss, the sweetest old man in the world, didn't care if you sat in a chair at your register. But the manager who came in for the evening shift once the boss was gone? Took it away and called you lazy, even if you were the best cashier they had.

You slowly but steadily made your way to the van that was sitting idle in the parking lot. Through the passenger window you can see Eddie smoking a joint. When you opened the door, startling Eddie, smoke furled out. You climbed in and slammed the door shut.

"You know this is just begging for someone to call Hopper right?" You groan as you turn to grab your seat belt. "Figured you'd wanna smoke and relax a bit, thought I'd get it started for you." Eddie's arm reaches across you grabbing the seat belt before you could and buckling you in. "I can do it myself," you mumble.

"Yeah, you can. But maybe I want to take care of my Baby, hm?" Eddie hands you the joint," When you said you'd be late earlier, you uh said you already weren't feeling the best. Figured I could do what I can to help. Not that you can't do it yourself, you can, but you know-" "I know. Thanks."

It still was hard to accept that this is how your life was. Even harder to accept help. The thought that people were helping out of pity made you want to scream, even if you knew some people, like Eddie, were helping because they loved you not because they pitied you.

The van roars to life as Eddie presses the gas a bit too hard, causing the entire van to lurch. Eddie winces and mutters an apology. You inhale on the joint, letting the smoke fill your lungs. You crack a window to let the smoke out, humming as you close your eyes.

By the time you make it to Eddie's, you can feel the weed in your system. Softening the edges of everything. The pain easing up slightly as you relax.

Eddie tumbles out of his side, almost face planting, as he rushes to get to your door. He throws the door open and bows, "My liege." You huff out a laugh as you graciously take his hand, gripping it tightly as you step down and out of the van. Eddie winks at you as he kisses the top of your hand, causing you to swat at him. Eddie chuckles as he drops your hand to go and open the door of the trailer.

You follow Eddie inside and to his room after kicking off your shoes. Your only thought is laying down and going to sleep. You barely shrug out of your uniform before collapsing onto his bed. Usually, Eddie would make some joke about getting naked, but tonight he forgoes that and instead dims he lights, sensing how tired you are.

Eddie's bed is old and yet somehow more comfortable then yours (probably because Eddie moves around so much in his sleep he doesn't stick to just one spot like you do, which causes your mattress to deflate and sink in one spot). You toss the nearest blanket over you, sighing in relief that you made it through the day.

You can hear Eddie enter and leave the room a few times, mumbling to himself. The sound of his rings hitting his dresser. The creaking of the drawers opening and shutting as he finds something to wear to bed. The distant beeping of a microwave going off before Eddie leaves the room again.

"Made you something," Eddie says as he reenters the room. "Not hungry," you mumble into the pillow. "Its not food- well, it is but not anymore? I mean we could eat it buuuuuttt..."

You peek an eye open to look at Eddie. In his hands is an oddly shaped lump. You can recognize the familiar pattern as the curtains in Eddie's room (and the realization there are no curtains anymore hits you). You can tell it was supposed to be a rectangle, but is more oblong like an oval.

Eddie gingerly places it against your back and- oh. It's warm.

Eddie crawls onto the bed next to you," Remember the heating pad? How it died? Well, figured might as well make my own and save us some money. Filled with rice, so if we really need to I guess we could eat it but I don't think that's uh the best idea."

"You sew?" You ask softly. Eddie grins at you," Mama taught me." Eddie readjusts the bag against you where it fell away. "Eds..." Eddie hums looking up at you," Yeah?"

"Thank you." "Anytime Baby. I'd do anything I can for you." You smirk at him," Anything?" Eddie rolls his eyes as he grins back," Weeelll-" you both chuckle. You roll back onto your side and close your eyes.

And as you lay there you think of how much Eddie loves you. How often he shows you his love. How he opens doors for you and closes them. How Eddie doesn't treat you as glass like some of your friends do, but how he still cares and makes you comfortable. How Eddie doesn't try to limit you and let's you set the pace for yourself. How Eddie took down his curtains to make you a heating pad because yours went out.

You reach back and slowly link your hand with his. Eddie hums slightly, linking your fingers, before shifting and wrapping his arm around you, drawing you closer.

You can feel the warmth from the rice. The warmth of Eddie's body. The warmth from his breath as he falls asleep. And the warmth from your heart as it yells out how in love you are.

#Eddie later mentions it took blood sweat and tears to make the rice heating bag #And you laugh until you see the bandaids wrapped around his fingers #You kiss every one #Hey guys guess who's back and who is In Pain #If you said the author the answer is right...hello #My back and hips...let me tell you are not cooperating but the rice heating pad helps #And that is what inspired this idea because the one I have was made by my friend and I thought oh Eddie would make one #And so here we are #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie Munson/reader #Eddie Munson/you #Jade is Talking #Also I dont smoke idk how accurate that is but my relative says it helps their joints and I know many who do so

[piratesfromspace]

Forget the pain (Rooster x Reader)

Pairing: Rooster x Reader

It’s my headcanon Rooster wouldn’t mind helping you get better when you’re on your period. So here is a little something about just that. This is pure comforting filth.

Warnings: hurt & comfort, very explicit, smut, menstrual sex, blood kink (kinda), oral, no penetration, tiny bit of size kink (Rooster is tall ok). Word count: 1.4k

Imagine 1 // Imagine 2 // MASTERLIST

“Wow, are you ok?”

Rooster features immediately steel at your sight. You are only wearing your underwear and a white top tank, laid in a fetal position on your bed. Your knees are tucked against your chest, eyes closed and eyebrows knitted in a pained expression. 

“What happened?” he inquires, a hint of panic in his voice. “It’s just… Ngh… Nevermind, I’m gonna be okay…” you grunt through gritted teeth. “Who did this to you?” he adds, tone urgent, anger already bubbling under his skin. “Tell me! Who?” he goes on, voice raising, muscles in his arms already flexing.

“Brad, for fuck sake…” you answer, searching for his eyes. “You can be such a dumbass.” you continue, trying to smile through the pain. “I’m just on my period.” He inhales loudly, and calms down enough to sit next to you. The mattress of your bed dips a little. His knuckles reach for your fevered cheek. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, I-I…” he stammers. He knows his anger - his fear - is something he still can't quite control. 

“Shut up, just hold me tight, please.” you cut short his lengthy explanation about how he’s losing his mind at the idea of someone hurting you - you’ve heard it a couple of times already. He goes to therapy for this. Now is not the time to examine it further.

“Yes, Ma’am” he complies, kicking off his shoes and settling on the bed against your back, his strong arms holding you. 

You’re not that small, you follow the same training as him, all the intense sessions at the gym and in the sky molding your body to be as efficient and dangerous as his. But Rooster is definitely taller than you, and as he tucks you against his broad chest, intertwining his legs with yours, you feel immediately safer.

He carefully lays one large hand on your belly. His warm palm is no match for the feeling of your inside being currently ripped out, but it helps you relax a little at least. You take comfort wherever you can on days like this. 

He noses at your neck, pressing his face against the soft skin there. “You smell good.” he whispers after a while.

“Yeah, I just took a shower” you pause, a grin growing on your face “Maybe you should try it too, you know?” you add playfully.  “I’m trying to be nice, and that’s how I’m rewarded??” Rooster protests. He squeezes you in retaliation, tickling your sides while you erupt in laughter and tries to escape. The joyful fight is cut short when your guts protest the sudden activity, and sharp pain courses through your belly again. Your whole body tenses and locks abruptly. Bradley notices and babbles excuses, he pets your hair while you swear under your breath, exhaling slowly to try and ride the wave of pure hurt.  

“I want to help you, love, like last time, remember? Do you want to?” he offers. You almost blush at his question, because, well, last time, he wanted to try and see if sex would make it better. He had sneaked his hand between your legs and he had made you come again and again until your nerves had been flooded with enough pleasure to act as a shield from the torture of your guts. It worked perfectly.

You nod your approval, but instead of slipping his fingers in your panties, he unlatches himself from your body, and brings your underwear down your legs. He’s still behind you, and he starts kissing his way down your back, hands open wide on your hips. 

“Brad, what are you doing?” you protest, face half smushed into your pillow. “I want to make you feel good. I want to taste you.” he says against the small of your back “I want to lick your pussy until the only thing in your mind is me. Until you're not hurting anymore.” he adds, opening your legs from behind, forcing one leg down straight and the other at a right angle.

“Jesus…” you mutter, already dazed, hands gripping the pillow tightly. You sometimes forget how blunt he can be with his words, and how hot it makes you. His skilled hands gently but firmly handling your limbs only add to the feeling. Still, you know you’re bleeding and when you can feel his warm breath against your ass, you get too self-conscious to not stop him. 

“Brad… I’m sorry, I-there might be blood, I don’t know if…” Fuck. He licks a wide stripe along the seam of your cunt, and the air is punched out of your lungs. Both his palms cover the top back of your thighs, keeping you in place and slowly spreading your folds open. 

“I don’t care baby” he drawls. He licks again, pressing his tongue at the top of your slit when he reaches it. “A little blood doesn’t scare me.” he huffs against your core, before going back. His tongue explores your cunt for long minutes, and you let him search every little corner of your flesh for sensitive spots. Every now and then, his teeth are lightly scraping against your skin, a stark contrast with the warmth of his mouth when he engulfs you whole. He eats you like you’re his favorite meal and he wants to savor every bite of it. Lick every last drop.

You’re writhing on the sheets, face burning from his shamelessness and the obscenity of him going down on you from behind, greedily lapping at your blood and your wetness.

You’re going liquid under his ministrations, and by the time he finally seals his mouth on your clit and sucks, you’re so wet his fingers slip when they try to hold your lips open. You cry into the pillow because it feels so good, you’re not gonna last long. Your knuckles are growing white, tight on the sheets. You wish you could hold him instead though. At this angle, you can’t grip his hair and hold his head and dictate the rhythm, you have to trust him to give you what you need. 

It’s like he senses your frustration and he leaves you for a second. “Let go, I got you baby” his voice is strained, almost as if he were drunk. Drunk but still thirsty for more. He’s enjoying this as much as you. 

He dives back into your open pussy, focusing on your swollen clit. Hands pressing you down against the mattress, against his hungry mouth. He’s getting rougher, he leans his entire body into it, locking your hips and legs in place so you won’t squirm away. 

“Rooster…” you beg “I’m gonna… fuck, don’t stop” you wheezes. Pressure builds and builds in your burning core, and it hits you, waves of ecstasy sweeping over your trembling form. Rooster doesn’t stop, he brings you down on his tongue, grinds your cunt against it. He can’t get enough of you. You ride it as long as you can, pushing through the overstimulation until a second high makes your body seize. You muffle your own screams in the pillow, already stained by your tears and saliva. He holds you tight, finally slowing his frantic pace. He licks at your wetness a few more times, drinking the tremors of your spasming cunt.

When he emerges from between your legs, and shifts on the bed to lay in front of you, his chin is covered in your slick. There’s no trace of blood though. He wipes his lips - pink and shiny from his previous activity - with the back of his hand, and you can’t refrain from grabbing his T-shirt to kiss him. He tastes like you, sweet and tangy, and just a slight note of iron - your blood you guess - at the back of his tongue. 

“Did it work? Because if not, I’ll be glad to try again” he offers prudently, voice low. “I think so, yeah… Thanks Rooster”, you bury your face against his chest. “But I need to shower again now. Maybe you can come with me?” you look at him, a mischievous smile growing on your lips. “I was not kidding earlier, you kinda stink” you complete as you scrunch your nose for emphasis. 

“Oh I swear you’re gonna be in trouble Lieutenant…” he playfully threatens, sweeping you in his arms and marching to the bathroom while your giggles grow louder with each step.

#top gun fanfiction #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #rooster x reader #miles teller imagine #bradley bradshaw #rooster imagine #rooster fanfic

[my-soupy-brain]

I just imagine that ted would have sore muscles quite often, cause he’s not as young as he used to be, and usually he’d just push through or collapse in an exhausted heap. But lately, Reader has been helping him to relax at the end of the week, maybe by giving him a massage with warm oil or drawing him a hot bath 🧼

I'm into this. We're doing this "Pretty Woman" style and I can't wait! He would love it. Especially having someone take care of HIM? It's so foreign to him. So let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: All comfort, some nudity and teasing

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Why.

Why did he think he could keep up with the team on their run around the pitch. And then getting dared to lift in the weight room? And he took the dare?!

Ted could kick himself for how sore he was.

His back certainly couldn't take it, and now his knees hurt. And his arms aren't doing too great.

By the end of the week, after all the pitch-pacing on top of that silly day in the gym with the team, Ted's every limb feels like a limp noodle.

So when he stumbles in Friday night and collapses into the couch face-down, you're a little shocked to find him - with shoes on, in his AFC Richmond jogger set - completely face down.

"Ted? Honey?! Are you OK?" you ask worriedly, putting your bags down and rushing to the floor.

He groans.

"What happened? Are you hurt?!"

Ted shakes his head slowly. "Only my pride."

You brush his long hair off his forehead and smile.

"Did you try to keep up with the guys again?" you ask, knowing this has happened before, though not quite as dramatically.

He nodded.

"I ran the pitch and did a couple of dares in the weight room yesterday," he starts, and you grumble. "And then tried to run again today."

"Sweetheart..."

"I know, I know. I'm just not built the way I used to be," he mumbles.

You smirk and kiss his forehead. "You're perfect the way you are, baby..."

He turns to look at you, the corners of his lips curling into a smile under his mustache. "Thanks, darlin'."

You kneel up a little to reach his shoulders, working a massage against him, down his back, to his thighs, to his calves. He groans in relaxation.

"Sugar, y'don't have to..."

"Hush your butt, Coach. I'm gonna take care of you," you demand and he quiets immediately.

"Get in the bedroom, take your clothes off," you instruct. His eyes light up and then he frowns. "I'm too sore for..."

"Not for that."

He tilts his head with a question between his eyebrows.

"Now scoot."

He drags his tired body into the bedroom, taking his clothes off slowly, groaning a little when he has to stretch a way his tired muscles don't want to go.

When you join him, he's stretched out on the bed.

"On your perfect tummy, Ted," you order next and he flips over slowly.

Some soft music on your phone, the lights lowered, and some warming massage oil are on the agenda. When you touch your hands to his back, he feels the heat immediately.

"Ohhhhhh..."

You smirk above him. "Good sound or bad sound?"

"Good," he mumbles into the pillow.

Your hands work in long strokes down his back, across his shoulders, down his arms and down his legs.

"Sweetheart, I know you wanna keep up with those kids you coach, but they're kids," you say politely. "And you're a beautiful, strapping man who's put in his time."

He smiles a little.

"I wouldn't change a damn thing about ya, and in fact, if you got all Hulky on me, I'd probably side-eye the hell out of you."

He chuckles now.

"I know, darlin'. I don't know what I was thinkin'," he mumbles and you giggle, your hands still working knots out of his back and around his body.

"You weren't thinkin', your ego was," you joke. He sighs, a little more relaxed under your magic hands.

As you let the music fill the room, Ted feels more and more relaxed, his body a little more limber. You're not a professional masseuse but you know enough from the training team at the Club to help when he needs it. You've helped his back before a few times.

"OK, up and at 'em," you chide. "Bath time."

He looks at you funny with another Ted smirk. "Do I get to bring my toys?"

"Ha-ha, Mr. Lasso. In the tub, that'll help the muscles relax even more."

And that's how you found yourself in a lavender-scented bubble bath with Ted. This time, he was between your legs, his back against your chest, while you continued to rub his shoulders and take care of him.

"Y'know your legs are practically wrapped all the way around me," he jokes, looking down and seeing your feet hooked around his knees.

"And?" you ask with a chuckle, working the loofah over his back and down his arms.

"Nothin'. Not a word, chief. I love it," he says, blushing and laughing.

You squeeze around him a little closer, kissing the side of his head and taking a big breath.

"I love you so much, honey," you whisper, your hands still coasting up and down his arms and across his broad chest. "And you're...well, just so damn sexy."

He blushes even harder, closing his eyes as he leans further into your chest. He hums. His hands run up and down your legs and over your knees while you caress his chest. He feels excited, and you spot his excitement in the water.

"Hmm, what's that I spy?" you ask, looking over his shoulder.

"Can't help it, you're so damn gorgeous takin' care of me like this. Being cuddled in a floral-scented bath is highly underrated as a turn-on," he jokes, his hands still stroking your skin.

"After the bath, we'll put some of that to the test," you reply with a whisper, kissing his ear and nibbling on it just a little, making him moan a touch.

A few minutes pass, quietly holding each other...

"Thank you," he murmurs. "For this, for takin' such good care of me."

You smile and kiss the side of his head again, his skin soft and wet, smelling of lavender.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. I do this because I love you. We take care of each other."

He hums in agreement as he relaxes in the warm water.

"That's why you're my forever," he mumbles. Your heart skips a beat. You don't answer, instead just smiling and hugging him a little tighter.

"I love you, Ted."

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Well wasn't that sweet as pie? Ted doesn't know what to do with someone who loves him so much they want to take care of him. What a dream to give him back the care he doles out to everyone else. Thanks for this prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso x you #ted lasso comfort

[buckgasms]

Ohhhh you're right! I'm so sorry I did not thought of that imagine you already wrote 🥺🥺 ok, maybe another idea 😊 the reader is also an avenger but currently bad mooded due to back pain but refuses any help from the others. So one time she can't barely move, buck decides to help and picks you up, carrying you to his room (even your protesting) and he starts massaging you. It helps a lot, but your moans of content do also affect bucky in a kinda sexual way? 😇 Hope this one's better for you sweetheart ❤️

My baby Nonnie! I imagine this is so so late for your birthday so I can only apologise, but I hope it's enjoyable and what you fancied ❤️ Thank you for sending this in, I love you so much and you are perfect.

Happy birthday sweetie 🎂🎈🎉

Warnings: Sexy massage time, think of the hands!!!!

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Bucky was heading to the living room looking for his copy of The Hobbit when he was greeted by the sight of you laid out flat on the sofa, your face locked in a grimace and a few tears leaking down your cheeks.

"Doll what's the matter?" His voice laced with concern as he moved swiftly over to you, sitting down on the coffee table next to your aching form.

"It's nothing Buck, just my back, it goes all the time, I'm fine....really ugh" you groaned and waved your hands as if to shoo him away.

He chuckled at you. You were the most stubborn person he'd ever met. All week you had been wincing and groaning in agony as your back twinged. Everyone had offered you some kind of help which you politely but firmly refused, claiming it happened all the time and you could handle it.

"Sweetie, this is ridiculous. Let me help you please. I know you don't like being helped but you need to face it. You're stuck on the sofa." You rolled your eyes and shook your head. He sighed, smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "Well then you leave me no choice..."

With that he stood and scooped you up in his big arms. You moaned in protest but he ignored you and carried you out of the living room and down to his room. You were dying to kick his ass, but even you had to admit, it was unlikely to happen in your current state.

Finally he placed you down on his big bed and rolled you so you lay on your front. "Don't be mad but I'm gonna have to take your shirt off, and I can't get it any other way than...." And he tore it up the middle like a piece of paper.

"Bucky!!!!! What is the matter with you?" You yelled and tried to twist but it just made you cry out. "Just shuddup will ya?" You kept grumbling into the mattress as he left to grab some lotion. The next thing you felt was his thick thighs straddling your smaller ones and he sat himself on your legs. You prayed he couldn't feel you squeeze your thighs together as you considered the position you were in.

Bucky too was a little bit taken aback by his own forwardness, but figured he may as well continue now he was here. He really did want to help you too. He covered his hands with the lotion and set to work on your aching muscles.

He could sense your tension as he worked, his hands gliding over your smooth skin before pressing his fingers into the knots.

Things were going fine until you starting relaxing, which meant you starting moaning. Some were cute little moans, whilst others were longer and more drawn out. As far as Bucky could tell you didn't seem to realise so he kept quite and prayed you didn't notice the affect it was having on him. Because it was certainly having an affect. He found himself aching to make you moan more, so he worked your muscles further, and he shimmied down a little to rub at your lower back, his hands teasing at the top of your waist band over the curve of your ass.

"Oh my god Bucky" you whined before suddenly stiffening. "Errm I mean..... oh god, I'm sorry...you can stop now." He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear and whispered, "do you want me to stop Doll? Cos I can keep going if you like? Would love to hear you say that again." With his full weight pressing you deliciously against the sheet, you could only nod. He slipped off and carefully pulled your leggings down, followed by your underwear and settled again. Taking his time, he massaged your ass, then down to your inner thighs, softly and deliberately grazing your folds before leaving them to continue down your legs. He continued to tease you, drifting up to graze before sweeping down again and rubbing your legs. Your moans and whines became louder, his name flowly freely from your lips making him grin.

After a while he decided he had teased you enough, and rubbed his fingers along your now soaking folds. He hummed with satisfaction and teased your clit, slipping a thumb into your aching hole. You gasped and your fingers gripped the pillow as he worked his fingers like magic against your sensitive walls and clit.

"Oh Bucky, shit... Feels so good" you moaned and he used his spare hand to keep massaging your body. "That's it, good girl, just relax and let it all go baby, I gotcha" he growled as his fingers flexed and you shuddered towards your release, crying out for him and you came.

After you lay panting for a moment, you rolled yourself over and shoved your already ruined shirt from your body. He was still kneeling on the bed and your eyes widened as you saw him sucking your release off his fingers before you sat up and smiled at him.

"Hey Buck... Would you like a massage?"

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #sebastian stan #masterlist #darling nonnie #request fic

[purplesong1028]

No Strong Suit

Rating: Explicit

Paring: Pacho/Miguel Ángel

Words: 439

Written for Narcos Fandom Smut Alphabet Day 9: Infidelity

PS. This can be seen as an individual story, or in the same universe as A Few Moments

His phone starts ringing when Pacho is halfway through getting his pants off. For a brief moment, Miguel seriously considers ignoring it. He’s so painfully hard right now that he doubts he can have a productive conversation anyway.

But then, what if it’s important? Fuck, it’s always important when he gets a direct call.

He sighs heavily and pushes Pacho off to the side, who thankfully doesn’t protest. He grabs the phone off the nightstand and hits the answer key harder than necessary.

“Miguel? Are you ok? You were supposed to be back three days ago.”

He lets out a frustrated grunt at Daniella’s voice. “I told you I was meeting with the Colombians. What do you want?”

She keeps talking about how no one tells her anything and she was worried, but seriously, how worried can she be? She doesn’t love him. If she is concerned about him, it’s only because his safety affects her own.

“I’m fine, Daniella. I’ll be back when everything’s settled here.” Miguel says blandly and hangs up the phone.

A skillful hand returns to his waist, digging into his underwear. “Sounds like your poor wife’s worried.”

“It’s nothing.” His pants are still uncomfortably caught around his ankles. He kicks them off.

“Maybe because you don’t give her enough attention. I wonder why.” Pacho pulls his underwear down, and he can’t help but let out a relaxed sigh.

“Is that what you want to talk about? My wife?” He watches Pacho climb on top of him. At this point, the Colombian’s naked body doesn’t feel novel anymore, but still, he can’t help but stare as the other man straddles him.

Maybe because in some ways, he still can’t believe this is really happening.

“Oh Miguel,” Pacho chuckles, “trust me, it doesn’t bother me nearly as much as it bothers you.”

Of course it doesn’t. It’s not like Pacho would have some moral code of not having affairs with married people.

“And it clearly doesn’t bother you enough either.” Pacho continues, while rubbing their hard cocks together. “Fidelity has never been your strong suit.”

Miguel moans as pleasure starts to build up. He holds Pacho’s waist, feeling the muscles underneath moving with their rhythm. He doesn’t want to finish off like this today. He needs to fuck Pacho, or lets Pacho fuck him. He didn’t travel all the way here just to get off like a teenager.

Because for what it’s worth, Pacho is actually right. He is a lot of things, but not loyal. When there’s an enchanting opportunity, he takes it.

Miguel gathers all the strength in his thighs, and flips Pacho over.

@ashlingnarcos @drabbles-mc @narcosfandomdiscord @narcolini @mandaloria314 @hausofmamadas @cositapreciosa @salt-is-a-terrible-currency @artemiseamoon @flightlessangelwings

#narcos #narcos Mexico #narcos mexico fic #narcos fic #pacho/miguel #pacho herrera #miguel angel felix gallardo #nffalphabet

[marysixnumbers]

Hellu! I don't know if you're taking requests right now, if you are however, could I get some Baptiste tickle headcanons? Please and thank you 💕

You definitely could! Baptiste is one of my favourite Overwatch heroes (character and lore-wise anyway! I can't play him to save my life) but I found it hard to come up with any headcanons for a while (which is partially why these are so late, I'm sorry for the delay). Hopefully these are OK:

-Baptiste isn't much of an initiator when it comes to tickling. Maybe it's a slightly overactive sense of professionalism, or maybe the thought just never occurs to him, but if he ever gets into some sort of tickly scenario, it's because someone else got him first.

-Brushing against a ticklish area, either accidentally or deliberately, will get a yelp and a little jump out of him, followed by an almost instant neutral expression, in the hopes that whoever did that to him wouldn't notice. Most of the time he's so quick that it completely passes the other person by.... most of the time.

-If someone starts seriously tickling him he'll immediately take evasive action, trying to block access to his worst spots and to try and get the other person instead. And it works! Sometimes. He's usually fast and strong enough to overpower or escape the other person, but he's a bit too ticklish to do this consistently while under someone else's fingers.

-There's not really a spot where he's not ticklish (around the ribs isn't quite as bad as the rest of him), but his feet are an especially unbearable spot. (He does try to avoid kicking his ler, but there are no guarantees if you slowly scrape your fingers down his arches). More than one ler has teased him by saying that he doesn't even need his Exo boots - tickle his feet and he'll jump just as high.

-His laugh starts pretty steady, but gets wilder and deeper as the tickling gets more intense.

-Will absolutely get revenge, just not when you're expecting it. In the days and sometimes weeks ahead, nothing will happen - until one evening, when he'll come up to you with an innocuous proposal - testing a new kind of stretch designed to relax muscles more efficiently, or something like that. By the time you realise you've been pinned or restrained, it's too late, and he's hovering over you with a sly grin and a hand making its way towards a very ticklish area.

-Is a pretty great ler, in all honesty. A lifetime of medical experience means he knows exactly which parts of the human body are most sensitive, and how hard/soft you have to tickle to get the best reactions. And he's very attuned to the difference between playful begging and genuine distress, stopping immediately if he thinks it's gone a bit too far.

-He was one of a select few Talon members who could actually beat Sombra in a tickle fight when he was with the organisation (although it still didn't happen often; it was more like he lost 80% of the time while everyone else lost 100%).

#tickle headcanons #overwatch tickle #ow tickle #baptiste tickle #sorry if these are a little unpolished i just didn't want them sitting in my inbox any longer

[scorp2510]

AFD - The chat

"So…is everything ok?" Lance asked when finally he could take a break with Keith in the cafeteria school. It was past seven p.m but he was lucky to find him doing his homework there.

"Lance" Keith exhaled tiredly. Putting his sketchbook aside and sees him like he just announce to him about six projects, two exams, and five more homework for tomorrow "Not now"

"When then?" He asked without giving him a chance to run out of that pep talk.

"..You really don't gonna drop the subject, are you?"

"Nope and you know it Kogane. Now, spit it out" Lance smiled when he saw how his friend relax his shoulders a little. "I'm gonna wait here until you talk about that night or else.."

"or else?" Keith mocked, not believing that he could threaten him with something really serious.

"Or else I'll follow you to your apartment" That was his best threat, he wouldn't think that could be effective and was thinking of another punch to add power to his words, but apparently only that line was sufficient to Keith. Because with that said, Lance saw how his smile disappear and he was tense in his chair. "…You know I will"

"…You can't say a word about this" that was Keith's turn to threaten him "Not even Hunk. Only Matt knows about this"

Lance couldn't help but look puzzled and relieved at that. Sighing with a smile and notice how much tension he released when his muscles melted on his chair.

"Oh thank lord"

"What?"

"For a moment I thought you…" Lance shut up as the realization hit him after he spoke. It was late to rub away his suspicion now that Keith was seeing him with confusion. "….I…I thought that you, you know"

"No, I don't know what you are talking about, I didn't even say anything"

"Yeah yea I know. But if you by accident had an affair you wouldn't talk about it with Matt"

"What?!" Keith almost stood up for his place and saw him with disbelief and clearly offended

"Buddy, relax! I know you wouldn't do it on purpose or own will! That's why I was more worried!"

"Then you think…" Keith grunted while covering his face, massaging his temple. "No Lance, no one forced me to do anything. It was more embarrassing than that"

"Now I'm aware that we have a different priorities scale" Lance replied with a grin, less alarmed but now more curious. "Sooooo, what happened?"

Keith let out another grunt before eyeing Lance.

"I promise I won't tell Hunk, Pidge, or anyone. Not even if you make me angry" He swore with a smile and waited for Keith to open up.

"…FINE. That night I was…under a lot of stress and other stuff" Keith began to retell and remember everything "I argue with Matt because he has his things to worry about, I have my own. You know, the same shit I argue with Shiro"

Lance nodded while his chest felt light. Because Keith was trusting him enough to talk about something only his boyfriend knew.

"So…I left early, my people battery got low"

"More than usual?"

"…More than usual" he agreed with a little smile "Then…I went autopilot to my dorm, my roommate was awake" Lance stop smiling when he saw how tense and uncomfortable Keith was. Just what the hell happened? "He…he helped me to sober up a little" Keith rested his head on his palms as if the hangover was hitting him again. "And I fucking started a therapy session WITHOUT a therapist"

Lance waited for him to more details. But Keith didn't add any more.

"Wait…so…you vented?" He asked cautiously and was more relieved when the other nodded.

"With a guy, I barely met"

"…Oh"

"And the next morning he was all 'Oh Keith, yesterday the true brotherhood began' and grab one of my MCR hoodies because 'that's what bros do' and fucking left"

At that Lance gasped and covered his mouth

"Omg, did we have news from the hoddie?"

Ok, maybe he deserved that kick for the pun. But he was aware of how important and vulnerable situation Keith was in.

"Look, if he tries to be a jerk about it just give us a call and with pleasure, we'll kick his butt"

"Don't you think I can do it? What I don't want to happen is him spreading all of the things I said"

"Keith, you have friends that love you." Lance put his hands under the table to avoid the urge to hold Keith's hand "Have some faith in us man."

It wasn't like everyone had a crush on him (Lance hoped), just him. And no one was going to judge him, it was true, everyone loved him.

"So, relax man. You finally got to college, try at least to enjoy it"

Keith was silent for long seconds before sighing and nodding, smiling weakly but visibly more relaxed.

"I'll try, thanks Lance"

Lance suppressed a smirk to put on the best proud smile he had. Maybe he could use his crush situation to get Pidge to investigate a little about a said roommate, only to be sure that he wasn't an ass.

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#klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #AFD #Adulthood for dummies #random scene #fanfic project

[theold-ultraviolence]

I am glad you don't mind that if I keep on writing these on anon! I don't know I just feel more comfortable and thank you for that!

and yeah! oh gods, stretching is so nice (although I am literally the least flexible person ever)! even more because what I study forces me to stay in front of a computer in uncomfortable poses (when I tell you I had to watch a record of a lesson and my ass was numb by the end of it) and I'll be getting up and be like 'yeah, I don't think that muscles should be there' (so, absolutely love the sensation!).

also this is my fave video to stretch to -> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eA2Koq6pTI (I think it's very good and a lot of the exercises aren't difficult).

also I hope you'll get to run around a bit (with full on volume songs in your ears)! I genuinely love walking around the city to calm down and I also used to swim a whole lot which was very relaxing, but sadly since moving to uni I haven't been able to do it as the swimming pool is too far away from where I study ugh!

(no bestie, I gotcha about Vaella, because as somebody who also have oc of children, I love them all equally but there are two specifically I love to come up with headcanons and ideas about. I also absolutely love that shy little girl gets Arnas as an husband, as he gives me both burly but also very devoted man. I mean... he is fictional...) (not Arnas, the husband, but Arnas might as well be considering how pretty he looks).

ahhh, I am glad my silly talk could be helpful and I am sure that with summer and the freer time and better weather, you'll be able to focus on it better!

in all truth, I have to admit that I am one more for comfort than aesthetic about house design so I'd probably be looking all supportive at Aemond showing me all this cute stuff... but yeah, the mental image is so cute and I am all for cute blankets and mugs (MATCHING ONES WOULD SEND ME). in all truth, I feel like Aemond is already planning your move in, once he starts to feel more comfortable with you, so there'd be already a whole new toothbrush for you.

ok, finally, I hope you enjoyed the fic! I felt like I might have changed it a bit but hey! now onto planning the next chapter!

ALSO! I am slowly creeping through the whole Danny Elfman... AND HE DID SO MANY SCORES OF MOVIES I LIKE (not me low key fangirling after discovering that he did the score for 'batman' (1989))! I absolutely love the whole techno vibes underneath it and electronic sound! it just gives me very vibing feelings with a dark edge! thank you for suggesting him, I am definitely checking him further!

ok ok, I am off!

have a lovely day!

For sure, lovely! Besides, all our convos are already under the 🌗 tag, so it’s also convenient 😌

I get that SO HARD! I’m literally sitting ALL DAY in front of the ‘puter most days so UGHHHHHH. It feels horrible! And for me I feel it most on my back! Seriously if there was a way to just — take my spine out and replace it with a brand new one — that would be amazing lmao. I feel like an old man trapped in a 26 year old’s body. And thank you sm for the video!! I can’t open it as I’m replying to this but I will as soon as I hit publish! Also if you’re ever interested, I totally recommend ‘Yoga with Kassandra’ on youtube! It’s the only yoga instructor that doesn’t make me feel bored and she has some very energizing routines that would maybe help you when you’ve been too long sitting in front of the computer. Also aaaaaaah swimming sounds super delicious right now because it’s starting to heat up here and it’s been YEARS since I’ve been to a pool/beach!

Omg omg giggling kicking my feet screaming, exactly!! Something about that contrast makes me super giddy. Shy Vaella deserves a hot af, northern, passionate lover to bring her out of her shell. I need to give this guy a name because I only refer to him as ‘her betrothed who looks like Arnas’ 😅 but I’m thinking about him and Vaella CONSTANTLY.

Also about comfort vs aesthetic, I was the same and always chose things because they were indulgent (I have all the spooky blankets ever, and a jack-o-lantern pillow, and a collection of spooky mugs that is getting out of control) and I never got why my mom would be constantly buying aesthetically pleasing things when we already have so much dishes and sheets and what have you. Like I rather spend money on clothes than house things. And then I stepped into the Zara Home store once and I saw these plate set and I suddenly had an epiphany lmao. I imagine that would totally be the case of living with Aemond, you suddenly pick up on his taste for nice home things 😅 but matching mugs!??? My heart 😭 dying with Aemond planning your move in because I feel like he’d already be planning your wedding and retiring when you’re both old and you haven’t even gone on the second date yet 😅 And I DID LOVE THE FIC! Omg I loved it and I’m so hooked!! THAT CLIFFHANGER with reader working at the enemy corp is just!!! Ugh the angst!! And also awkward Aemond sending her the drinks and not knowing what to say, ahhhh 😭😭😭😭

Also YES YES YES he did! He’s scored all of Tim Burton’s movies except for Ed Wood and Sweeney Todd. Vibing feelings with a dark edge is a perfect description! He’s my goth grandpa 🖤 i’m thrilled that you liked what you heard so far! Have a lovely weekend dear! Hope you get lots of rest ❤️

#🌗

[mtnkat3]

9.00pm. I know my loves..... I agree. But h is evil, vengeful, vindictive, narcissistic misogynist bully. I mean that in the true definition of each. I have discussed it with my counselor. Would freak about this episode. Why happened? I was sitting down. In front of the tv. Because h was in the kitchen. It's too small for both to be in. All has ever wanted from me was slave labor. And his skewed thoughts on intimacy & sex. Anyways. I got everything up. But most of the receipts & papers are now totally a mess. I'm holding back the mad tears. But. Difficult. He wants me to hit him. I'm not a coward. It's that I know what he is doing. I am not the stupid bimbo white trash dumbass fat cow bitch whore cunt he takes me for. Sob. I'm holding on. Please forgive me God? For being goaded. I wouldn't let him destroy my tv/box/cables. I am seriously considering calling my atty tomorrow about this. If he assaults me again do I have thr right to call the police. Yes. I have aches. He pushes me bodily. But same height. He's not +100# heavier than me with muscle. Is ~40# of fat. And yes, I lost muscle/tone since the store. But I'm still strong & stubborn & will not give in. I did the same with ~5,000# pallets of milk with a manual palletjack. I also unloaded beer & wine & had to move it too. I am no weakling. But I am wearing a fatsuit. I guess me being capable is surprising. But I got the aches & pains too! I am tired of living in this hell. I think it's time for an addendum to let me move but pack up without him keeping my belongings. Why people think I'm going to let my belongings go to just get out do not know me at all. My baby book & toys & handmade dolls & furniture are here. Things that are from my dad & grandparents. All I have left of them. And I sure as shit am not gonna let h win!!! And that is what it would be. I will never give up that. He got away with too much already. Stubborn as a mule. And I kick like one too. Tijgeress got the reins & I am not calmed down yet. Too mad at the evil sheer audacity. I literally watched him think about throwing things & where. It was totally premeditated. And not being able to knock me down. He literally fell trying to! Pissed him the hell off!

Deep breath. Calm. Focus. Relax. Repeat.

I am ok.

Remember this.

You . . . . . Own the keys to my soul.

Maybe monster senses that. I don't know.

But I know where I belong.

In your . . . . . arms.

Always & Forever.

I am.

Yours . . . . .

~Tijgeress kat Phoenix.

✝️🛡🤺🧘‍♀️☸⚓🙇‍♀️🙏🤲⛓🧰🌂🔗🦉🐢🌳🧶🧵⌚⚡🌟🌠🗝🔱⚜💝🐻🦌🧩♠️♾🕯🧭

Th.12.22.2022 9.24pm est.

[paradoxi-callum]

Criti-Cal book reviews: Good Pop, Bad Pop, by Jarvis Cocker.

I haven't got a clue how I came to know of Jarvis Cocker.

The most likely answer would be through his music, but I have a more vivid memory of watching him on Celebrity Catchphrase before I even knew the chorus to Running The World (a simple, yet effective bit of writing to be fair to it).

The episode of Celebrity Catchphrase aired Christmas 2019, predating Hot Chip's 2020 single Straight to the Morning which features Jarvis so that isn't it either.

Does it really matter? All I remember is my first proper musical exposure to Jarvis was through JARV IS… the confusingly named band that he formed. They did the soundtrack to the BBC drama This Is Going To Hurt, an amazing show based on the equally amazing book by Adam "Dry Wit" Kay, and I fell in love with the score. That was my gateway into the songwriting brilliance of… no, wait, sorry I've just remembered something.

During the UK's 1st Lockdown I was sent to work in a shop, and I distinctly remember listening to the song Further Complications while I picked stuff up and put it down somewhere else, so where the hell do I know him from? Did my Dad put his music on? No, he hates anyone who came from the Brit Pop scene (except Albarn, obvs, it's hard to hate him). Do I know anyone with a Cocker Spaniel named Jarvis? No, that's not it. Has Cocker been hiding subliminal messages in YouTube videos of old cassette decks? Maybe, actually… I can't really disprove that one to be honest.

Wait! I've got it! In 2019 JARV IS… released the single Must I Evolve, and I got a bit obsessed with the Must I Revolve remix on the B-side! Off the back of that, I decided to listen to the Further Complications album and thought "Oh, rock isn't my thing" and left it to gather dust in my music library. The title track stuck with me through to those early days of COVID because of a single line, it's a very weirdly whitty lyric that makes a lot of sense when you think about it, and it goes "Your life is like a carrier bag, fill it and the straps will snap". Genius!

This kick-started the vague interest I had in Jarvis, but I don't buy signed copies of books by people I'm only vaguely interested in. The thing that made me love Jarvis was the soundtrack for This Is Going To Hurt that I mentioned before; around the time the soundtrack was released I was going for a design job that would have me working closely with the NHS, so it felt fitting to watch the show/listen to the music. I didn't get the job, apparently you have to actually be good at speaking to people to get an office job, but I did gain a proper love for Pulp, Jarvis, JARV IS… fuck, even Relaxed Muscle. We're now 500 words in, and I haven't even mentioned the book.

I promise that is deliberate, what I was doing is celebrating something a bit inconsequential because Good Pop, Bad Pop has made me realise that what we store in our lofts might say more than what we show on our mantelpiece; that first half was me clearing out my mental loft, you see? Thank you for joining me for it, and I'm happy you've stuck around to hear that I adore this book.

It's a strange book for a musician to make, as it doesn't really talk about Pulp as the megastars they grew to be, in fact… it isn't really about Pulp, it's about tat. I previously mentioned a mental loft, but Jarvis is clearing out his actual loft and giving us a look at some of the gems he finds, as well as the worthless junk; it doesn't really matter as every item tells us a little bit about the mind of Jarvis Cocker.

If that makes this book sound pretentious, then that's on me because Good Pop, Bad Pop is a delight to read; I got through it in about a day and was left wanting so much more, but also knowing that what I'd been given was still great. A creative manifesto, of sorts, that shows how we create art shouldn't be so detached from the world around us, and that it's honestly ok to go at your own pace and make your own rules when it comes to creativity. If there's a set formula, you should be pushing the boundaries of that formula for fun because the end result can be magnificent.

Take, for example, the actual Good Pop, Bad Pop book; it's a stunning piece of design packed with kitsch graphics and interesting typographic treatment that you very rarely find in something with a hardback cover, even if it's a horrifically expensive illustrated novel from the Folio Society. The design breaks so many rules of book design, often forcing you to stop for a minute to just process how to read a page as the text has gone all wonky or there's a comic book-ish exchange between a TV which Jarvis is living inside and Jarvis's collaborator Chilly Gonzales.

This pushing of boundaries sets Good Pop, Bad Pop apart from the crowd of boring band biographies and moody musical memoirs; it's become an essential piece of pop art that doesn't even cost a lot. It's absolutely Good Pop.

I rated Good Pop, Bad Pop 5 stars on Goodreads, and honestly think it'll be my book of the year.

#book review #booklr #writing #literature #jarvis #cockerlovers #books & libraries #typography #graphic design #authors #jarvis cocker

[leviiattacks]

May I request a Levi x Reader angst fic? Just barely any fluff, mostly angst going on lol. The reader is a traitor, formaly working for Marley, but betraying them in secret and putting their loyalty on Paradis. The reader is also a shifter and married to Levi for a couple of years. That love and care however is gone once readers identity is found. He truly despises them, insults them, maybe a bit violent with them, and outright tells them that they mean nothing to him anymore and hate them to bits. Readers punishment is to hand over her titan to Erwin, and they agree instantly, broken over everything, believing its all their fault. Once Erwin inherits Readers titan, he breaks down and screams, crying, because Reader was innocent the whole time. They never betrayed Paradis. Never killed anyone, never harmed anyone. They finaly know why they betrayed Marley, the abuse being to much for them, enough to just leave them behind for Paradis. Just... loving and caring as they all saw them. But now the damage is done. They wont come back, they're dead, believing that they died, hated and despised, with no one to mourn their death. Everyone regrets everything.

author note :: i was thinking of leaving this in my drafts but i already wrote it and may as well post it. it didn’t end up going the way i hoped but yeah i hope it’s ok anon. anyways ANGST. ANGST, ANGST. as always i love feed back :-) ⟹ all of the headings with the years are just meant to mean it’s a different moment from that year so those moments don’t happen right after each other i hope that makes sense!! word count :: 7.2k warnings :: canon typical violence, death

845, i.

Everything is falling in place when it shouldn't.

Sun never makes itself known in Liberio yet here it is shining down onto the bustling streets. You half expect for it to crash down and burn into the hundreds of civilians going about their daily business yet nothing of the sort happens. It's typical sunlight and you curse yourself silently for your sinister thoughts.

Secretly the voice at the back of your mind still whispers frantically but you don't wish to hear what it has to say. Instead you choose to drown it out with the sound of Zeke's voice. Finally deciding to pay attention to what it is he's been droning on about for the past ten minutes.

"Soon, soon, soon." He sighs dreamily looking a little delirious.

"Soon?"

Your question catches him off guard, he lightly shoves you with his elbow scoffing in annoyance.

"Did you sit here to not even listen to me?" He turns to take a sip of whisky and the hearty gulp he chugs shows his mild irritation. You assume he's been rambling on about Marley's plan to infiltrate Paradis. You have to admit that the idea of destroying those demons from the inside is amazingly well thought out. However it's all he's been able to discuss for the entire week now and frankly you're getting a little exhausted of it.

"I zoned out..." Quietly placing your glass back down onto the wooden counter you sigh closing your eyes. It's too early to be drinking and you don't trust Zeke enough to slip into ignorance and leave yourself vulnerable. Men are to not be trusted, especially Eldian men. The thought of Eldians triggers your flight of fight response, you want to shrivel up into a cocoon and never come out until the world is rid of the monsters. The lowest of the low, the dirt in between the crevices of Marleyan soldier's boots. That is what Eldian's are.

It's ironic coming from you, your entire family labelled as undesirable Eldians yourself but you, you know you're different. An honorary Marleyan is what you will become. What you are. The treacherous imps who are but an ocean away are the true evil.

Eyes flicking to Zeke he's lighting a cigar. Old habits die hard and he's yet to quit this self destructive custom of his. You couldn't care less if he chooses to cut his lifespan short by ten years, it's his own choice to make. A disgusting cowardly choice but it's a choice fit for an untamed man like him.

The Island Devils are said to be the bad apples but you can't help but stare at your fellow citizens from time to time and wonder what it is they could be hiding. If a demon slipped through the cracks you wouldn't be surprised. Sly in nature, persuasive in tone, that is how devils go about their daily lives alone The hymns they drilled into you all the way through elementary school echo and rebound in your mind.

Locking your bitter thoughts away you have to push yourself to not punt Zeke in the mouth when he teasingly blows a puff of hot smoke into your face.

Fingertips grazing with his he freezes at the sudden contact giving you the perfect opportunity to slip his cigar away and take it in between your lips. You allow for it to linger there but you aren't foolish enough to inhale its contents.

"Zeke, my dear friend. We shall soon be met with the fruits of our own labour but I assure you that discussing Marley's plan constantly will be of no benefit for you nor I."

The day you and Zeke had met had been at warrior training camp. Zeke was a miserable, unmotivated oaf. Always tripping and falling behind the rest of the warrior cadets. You felt rather bad for him, if you were born as unskilled as him you don't know what you would have made of yourself. Zeke, the only child of his parents ironically only ever ended up rising through the ranks after handing them over to the Marleyan government. His father and mother had been conspiring an escape plan but were executed immediately alongside their fellow team members once Zeke had outted them. Unexpectedly he was spared, the fact he turned on his own parents showed where his loyalties were. To his surprise, he was even allowed to continue his training with the other warriors - only this time everyone kept an increased distance away from him. The warriors weren't informed of what he had actually done but everyone had a gut feeling. Everyone apart from you stuck with that feeling. You thought strategically, If he were to become an enemy in the future you knew being close would come at your advantage.

The day you and Zeke had met your mother died, his mother passed away the same day. At least that's what he had told you.

The two of you bonded over the little things, told each other stories about your life at home. Reminisced about what it was you missed.

Then it all came crashing down the day Zeke confessed. The day he told you he killed his mother and father by handing them over to Marley. Your knees buckled underneath you, crashing the floor he tried to grab at you but you thrashed around in retaliation kicking and screaming not understanding why he did what he did. Yes, they were traitors but they were his parents and if the monster had the nerve to turn on the people who gave birth to him who's to say he wouldn't do the same to you or to Marley.

Zeke doesn't know it but ever since then you take the opportunity to sneak the occasional glance at him. Every single time you narrow your eyes in malice. If there's a man in Liberio who you don't trust in the slightest it's him, he must think the feud between the two of you from childhood has been put at rest but it hasn't.

Zeke takes another swig of his alcohol. On this occasion he downs it entirely slamming the glass down with vigour.

"ONE MORE GLASS BARTENDER!"

846, i.

Another day of extensive training is about to end, your back is layered in uncomfortable layers of sweat and the same can be said for your forehead. Kneeling down in the under layer of the forest you're hidden waiting to strike. Going up against the elites is nerve-wracking but you're sure you can pull it off so long as you stay calm during this game of hunters against prey.

It's simple enough if you can conceal yourself and stay out of sight. The robust trees that surround you act as decent enough camouflage and your green cape paired with them lets you veil yourself, keeping you further into the foreground, blending into the environment.

No one will be able to catch you if they can't see you.

All of a sudden your previous thoughts are thrown away when you sense something in the atmosphere has changed, the hissing of the wind behind you isn't natural.

Turning to your side you don't bother to cover up the sound of leaves rustling and branches cracking, your priority is slipping away fast enough to hide again, a tug can be felt at your cloak and your reaction time barely covers for you, your gear fastens itself to a low enough tree branch and the descent is mind numbing. Your breakfast churns in your stomach but you ignore the uneasy feeling, leaping and diving wherever you find a small enough gap. You believe you can outrun your huntsman.

That is until you sneak a glance back and your muscles nearly tense up in pure astonishment, you've been kicked in the teeth just by the man's presence. Captain, Levi slinks behind you weaving through the gaps with increasing speed, he's gaining momentum and all the while his face stays relaxed, this isn't even his full effort.

Terrified you dart upwards and then left, a corner comes into view - Levi should assume you've turned into it and so you rashly choose to dart back down. Much to your hard luck you find that his senses are well adapted, the direction of the wind is enough for him to trace your whereabouts.

The pursuit resumes, and he stays disturbingly relentless.

Arm shooting to the right you think perhaps making it look like you're aiming to fly somewhere else again will completely catch him off guard, he can't expect for you to pull the same trick twice.

Setting your plan into motion your finger pulls at the trigger but you startle when the cable doesn't come out, it's jammed. Panic seeps into you and to make matters worse your gas is running out.

Without warning you're thrust into the body of a nearby tree, the bark scrapes against you and scratches begin to form anywhere you've made contact with the jagged surface, you want to admit defeat but the warrior inside of you denies Levi the pleasure of seeing you beg. In its place you deliver a harsh kick to his thigh, you're aware he's injured it and you're certain there are no rules to say you can't play dirty. Your boots hammer against leg hard enough for him to give out and let go of your body, but then you realize you lost this game from the very moment your grapple hooks broke, you have nowhere to hold onto.

Before you can even let out a shriek of horror Levi's shot back to you, he frantically accelerates and by a miracle humanity's strongest is able to grab a hold of you again. This time you don't dig your heels into his leg and you allow for him to clutch you by the torso.

Within a minute the two of you descend towards the forest floor and Levi throws you into the dirt furiously.

"You could have died. Being foolhardy will only lead to an early death." He barks as he directs his blade towards your neck.

"Am I dead yet?" Whispering back your gaze isn't trained on the blade but right up at him.

His nostrils flare up, his hair sticks to his forehead haphazardly and the knuckles that hold his pointed blades are white in tangled dissatisfaction.

Grabbing you by the hips he flings you over his shoulder choosing to not continue with the confrontation.

"I know what you're up to." His voice is still rugged from the pursuit and it takes you a split second to register what he's said.

Your eyes widen and your breath hitches in your throat, no way, there's no way in hell he knows. He's sharp but he's not a mind reader.

Your position means he can't read your face seeing as you're facing his back, instantly steeling your features you let out a breathy laugh.

"And what may that be?" Silently you pray he's worded himself ambiguously to catch a slip up.

"Being gutsy, you think that makes you a good soldier. It doesn't."

Relief floods you. He doesn't know.

"Soldiers need to be brave." Your retort makes him grumble.

"If  you die with no meaning by being reckless what's the purpose of being a soldier?" His question has you stopping and thinking on what the correct answer is.

Unable to think of an answer you ask another question.

"Are you saying your previous comrades died without meaning?"

"No. Their deaths fueled me slay more titans."

"So if I died back there who wou-" He swiftly cuts you off showing no inclination of wanting to hear what it is you have to say.

"I'll cut your tongue off if it's stupid." He clearly isn't serious about the threat but he does mean it when he warns you to not overstep.

Despite the consequences you say what's on your mind. "I just wanted to ask who would give my life meaning if I ever died. I don't have siblings and my parents died long ago."

Silence follows and the crunch of his boots against the muddy leaves tells you he probably doesn't wish to answer your question.

"Sorry-"

"I would. I would give meaning to your life." He says it with such ease you almost want to admire the enemy but you know he's said it because he feels he has to.

"You barely know me but I hope one day you can stop thinking everyone has to rely on you." You say it with taunting understanding.

Another bout of silence follows. Only this time the two of you feel warmly comforted, he doesn't understand how you've seen through his facade but it's easy for you to spot another liar.

846, ii.

Brows drawn back you observe your surroundings attempting to mask your scrutiny. The place is running amok with uncontrollable Eldian folk. The stench of unadulterated sin makes itself known but you seem to be the only person able to smell it. Eren bumps against the table you're sat at and your face twitches a little but you say nothing. You're yet to get used to these people's lack of manners.

At least that's how you force yourself to think. To be truthful, you don't quite understand what it is these people have done wrong. Ever since you've arrived you've been nitpicking at every single minor inconvenience or possible issue. A girl stole a potato and broke it into uneven pieces to share and you attempted to twist the story in your head to make her look like an unfair, greedy voracious demon but... you found yourself finding very little to actually be angry at. These people are essentially normal in every way of the word, they aren't demons and you can't help but feel yourself slip away from everything you once knew as reality. You're finding it difficult to believe what years of Marleyan education taught you, the hymns that were once drilled into your brain permanently are but a vague memory.

You feel disgustingly under-dressed and out of place, you don't belong here not when you're meant to hate these people, not when you're meant to despise them. You should be fighting the urge to shove their heads onto pitchforks or to skin them alive and feed them to pigs. Everyone back in Marley told you to control your impulses but now you're here and you've settled down even having the opportunity to converse with these individuals, share their pain, share their loss, share their suffering, you wonder why you have no impulses to control. Have they brainwashed you? Or is it that you're the real demon in this situation?

Fingers mingling with each other on your lap you sit hopelessly alone. Interacting with the so called enemy is much harder than you expect. Worry consistently bubbles in the pit of your stomach and every night is spent tossing and turning evaluating then reevaluating who the bad guy really is. At first the task of daily interaction isn't a big deal, you find it easy enough to approach members of the team and fake interest in their lives until the original plan falls through. You do become invested in your team members lives and stories that it comes to the point where you don't have to force yourself to smile at their jokes or to sympathize with their tales of grief. You become one of them and you swear you're meant to feel like a traitor but eerily you feel like you belong.

Nevertheless you try your best to stick with what you know. You're nothing like Zeke, you're loyal, capable, faithful and trustworthy. Never will you turn your back on Marley.

Rising to excuse yourself from dinner you think you've just about made it and escaped finally able to hide away in the confines of your bedroom but your lips form into a straight uncomfortable line at the feeling of someone's hand latching at your wrist. You're halfway down the hallway just a few more steps away from your bedroom. You hope it's one of the rookies.

"Oi, come here."

Head shooting backwards your eyes land on Levi, his dark curtains fall in front of his eyes - you note that he hasn't trimmed them as he usually does. Despite his size his grip is firm and your wrist squirms around a little trying to manoeuvre out of his bruising grasp. He seems to notice he's underestimated his strength once again and loosens his hold on you. Narrowed eyes analyse your anxious form, they're grey and in this lighting almost glow appearing silver. For a brief second your mouth is left ajar by the delicate but rough manner of his face.

"Everything Okay?" He doesn't typically seem to care very much about anyone, the question activates your senses and you're on full alert but the eye contact you make with him seconds later slows down the gears in your mind, they only whir and hum in anticipation completely coming to a halt.

"Yes, yes everything is okay." You're playing around with the hem of your shirt and you silently question when you were ever this nervous around anyone. You're a Marleyan soldier for heaven's sake not an unrestrained, unsupervised child left to play in a park.

Despite your clear inability to cushion and shield yourself from your Levi's stabbing gaze you attempt to appear as nonchalant as possible.

"I'll be going I just feel a little —" At first you had thought to fake you were ill but at the feeling of a sudden strike of pain you hold onto your stomach, the ache burns into your abdomen and without permission it travels higher up towards your ribs. "A little unwell." You manage to wheeze out. Hand placed onto a nearby cement wall your thought process is hasty speeding up by the second. Have they figured you out and had you poisoned? No, you barely ate anything today.

You hunch over feeling the bile crawl up your throat, on reflex you clamp your eyes shut not wishing to anger a superior by acting insolent and disposing of your dinner in the hallway. Shaky palms reach hesitantly for your lips and you force yourself to keep it in. Levi would commit a murder if you heaved and gagged letting it all out in front of him.

You motion towards the door trying to emphasize that you can handle yourself in the privacy of your room. Tears bite at the sides of your eyes and your vision is so blurred you can only make out the faint outline of the man who was just in front of you.

"Relax. I'll clean it." Your hair is brushed away from your face securely held back and you can't hold it in any longer, the acrid storm surges through your throat, you retch at the harsh sting it leaves behind. Breathing heavy, perturbed and anxious you gasp in all the air you can get.

"I knew you looked ill." His hands hold your jaw gently, the pads of his fingers are calloused but his touch remains soft. A tissue dabs at your mouth wiping away the excess untouched sick.

Just like the sick which surged through you less than a minute ago you feel something else entirely tear into you. You can't put a finger on it but it's dangerous for you to not feel contempt.

847, i.

Your heart accepts what your mind has been ignoring for months on end when Levi looks you square in the eyes after a heart wrenching expedition. The vacant look on his face is enough for the guilt to consume you whole but he doesn't know that. He doesn't know of your sins.

The wagon of corpses reeks of death and desperation. It's rotten and the smell is sickening. Forcibly you  stop yourself from feeling any more grief. The despair isn't yours to go through.

Your first ever personal loss outside of the walls and you've learnt Paradis is not home to demons. Cheeks burning in mortification you can't formulate any thoughts on your own accord, instead they continuously emerge in bursts and finally a single thought sticks out from the rest - Are you aiding in the destruction of innocent human life?

The both of you are sat on guard duty with the corpses, half of the team has been wiped out in one sweep. Your trembling hands don't seem to want to steady any time soon and you sit there with your guilty conscience strangling you slowly, your airflow is getting shallower. Shorter, quicker breaths leave you. The imaginary gash in your chest is bottomless, and your lungs push and pull in a power struggle.

Levi's coarse hands abruptly hold onto yours and the floodgates open again, he doesn't know what you've done to him, done to his soldiers, done to his people. If he knew who you really were, would things be different?

"This was out of your control."

Do you tell him?

The question sits in your mind for a while until you shake your head. He takes it the wrong way and think you're responding to him.

"This was not your fault." For the first time in months you've heard his voice crack under pressure.

"Pe- Petra she- I could have taken one for the team and died instead of her." All that remains of your dear friend is her blood soaked cloak. Her body was one of the few that had to be hauled away earlier to decrease the carriage's load.

The fabric still smells of Petra, smells of honey and chamomile and the simple soap offered at the base, but it still smells of her.

Firm hands grab your shoulders and Levi's fingers dig sorely into your flesh.

"Don't."

"But I- I didn't contribute as much as her and she has family who are alive." Hiccuping you try to bare with the fact that you'll wake up tomorrow and not see her preparing breakfast for everyone else. You know you could have propelled her out of the way just in time if you hadn't been so taken aback by the entire situation.

"You were her comrade. She made the choice to die for you."

You want to reach out, sob into his chest and yell that you regret it all, scream and tell him about the secret you've been hiding. A sorry excuse of a comrade you are to let her die on the battlefield not knowing your true identity. The tears roll down your cheeks and Levi feels his heart constrict and squeeze as he comprehends the lack of regard you have for your life. "It should have been me." Is repeated over and over again, your eyes are raw and bloodshot, the vicious wind sinks its teeth into you.

"Then die."

"If you're willing for her life to have no meaning. Die." The words he spits out are as cutting as the bitter wind. He feels cheated and you're finally able to come to your senses.

He's faired much worse but you doubt he's ever acted out the way you have in front of another person. In this never-ending void of darkness locking away the dull ache caused by deafening loss is the best choice for everyone.

Much like the night you had been sick he takes a grip of your jaw and directs your face towards his, this time he's not as gentle as before but you conclude that it's because he's drained, completely exhausted from the battle. The eyes are the windows to the soul but Levi's window panes are shattered, completely crushed by the weight of the constant burden he has to carry.

"I'm sorry." You croak out the apology. He grits his teeth because he doesn't want you to apologize but he doesn't voice out his opinion. As a substitute he presses his arms against you, the terribly raw panic is murdering you. Levi's gruff voice is a mixture of faux irritation but mutual understanding.

"Cry." He allows for your head to loll against his shoulder.

As the dark envelopes both you and him the scent of the dead only becomes more and more pungent, recalling fond memories of Petra and the others you know your heart settles on a decision before your mind does. You're a two timing back stabbing traitor for this. What you hated Zeke for you have become yourself.

Disloyal, unfaithful and fickle.

That day you place your loyalties with Paradis.

847, ii.

Levi's wiping down one of the kitchen tables, you're kneeled on the floor scrubbing vigorously. The others have already given up, panting they've left using the excuse of fetching water from a nearby well. Your back aches but you find cleaning reassuring and somewhat of a decent distraction.

"Why do you like to clean?" You're used to Levi asking you abrupt questions by now, after all the two of you have been acquainted for well over a year now. Through that year he's learnt about you and you about him. When in the midst of what looks to be humanity's final year's, twelve simple months is enough to form a bond worth a decade.

"I'm not good at a lot but I am good at cleaning."

"You know that's not true idiot." The tone of his voice indicates that your answer doesn't please him.

"But I do think I'm good at cleaning? Maybe not as good as you but I am half decent."

"Not that. You're good at much more than half the people I've ever met." He sneers, his footsteps edge towards you. "Purely being a good person is a talent these days."

You suppress a flinch because you aren't a good person at all. Neither are you that middle ground between good and bad. Rough around the edges and uneven, you're shards of glass ready to slash and hack away at him if Marley somehow lures you back.

The confession, if you could even call it that catches you by surprise and anger fills you. You almost want for him to not trust you and call out your bluff. It's a little unnatural how badly you want for him to realize the truth.

Your head turns up to stare at the man who's a few steps away from you. "Or am I just good at acting genuine?"

You don't even mean to snap at him and you don't even realize you have until you see his eyes widen and mouth part in imperceptible surprise. Biting your tongue your attention is diverted back to the wooden floor. Driving your washcloth into the crevices and dips of the floorboards you ignore Levi's leather shoes which now stand right in front of you.

"Are you questioning my judgement of character?"

Be born in Marley, That's what you had done, trained to destroy people you thought to be devilish entities, foolishly chose to grow attached to the so called enemy. Your mind lingers onto a specific thought and you're deathly afraid to be thinking it in the first place but there's no more avoiding it.

Falling deeply in love with Levi is your worst mistake to date.

"What I did. It was out of my control." you reply, voice hard.

"Not disclosing what it was?" He asks.

Your silence is his answer. Kneeling down to where you are he disarms you, the washcloth is taken out of your hands and he places it onto a table.

"You are a good person." His voice is brusque and he states it like it's a fact, something you should know. Hot tears threaten to spill over, he's stupidly naive for not rethinking that opinion of his. Lips thinned and eyes watering you don't know how to feel.

"Levi. I'm sure you'd like to think that but I am not."

"You love the members of the corps unconditionally I can see it in the way you look at them."

"Sometimes you look a little sad when you stare." The last sentence he adds in has your pulse racing. He's right, you often feel miserable thinking about how everyone would react knowing who you really are.

"I'm not interested in bad people." He sounds distant saying such warm words and it takes a moment for them to actually sink in. You don't quite believe you've heard him correctly. The dread sinks to the bottom of your stomach and the feelings you've buried at the back of your mind hit you like a tsunami. The thought of him feeling the same way for you, is agonizing.

"Stop being ridiculous." The uncertainty is killing the both of you.

"Loving you is not ridiculous, if you don't feel the same way you can say that and I'll step away. We'll be back to normal."

"No, no, no. You don't get it. You're just saying that." Your voice quivers and the intensity of this new revelation is too large for you to cope with.

"Why would, you," He begins, voice just above a whisper, "ever think that way?"

"Why would you even look twice at me?" You reply.

"Because I worry for you."

"You worry for everyone."

"I worry for you the most."

Instead of letting you respond to him this time he carries on speaking.

"We both know we feel the same."

You already knew you were in love with Levi, you didn’t need for him to tell you. You knew you were in love when you tried to memorize his facial features, you knew you were in love when his laughter was the cause of your laughter, you knew you were in love when you threw yourself in front of that abnormal for him.

That's when you begin to understand what all his signals meant. You now knew why he'd let you stare so intently, you now knew why he laughed particularly hard when it was you who had made a joke, you now knew why he scolded you and nearly broke down at the sight of your injured arm after that specific expedition.

You know it. He knows it. You both know what this will lead to.

But you still lunge onto his lap, you still press your wobbly lips against his. You still choose to surrender yourself to him and he still reacts by taking a hold of your shaky hands which lay on his chest. He envelopes them in his warm grasp. Slowly but gradually the ice thaws and dissolves. Heartbreak, anguish and suffering when one of you loses the other will be the end of your romance, you're sure of it. Hell, the both of you are in the middle of a war but your heart flames up thinking of all of the possibilities.

Perhaps it'll play out the one way you wish for it not to.

Could your ending be in betrayal?

848, i.

"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded hus-"

"Cut the crap and kiss me." Levi's crude interruption isn't appreciated by Erwin but everyone knows Levi doesn't care all that much for formalities and hates being in the spotlight for too long.

Gripping him by the collar of his suit your lips are a centimetre away, he stops you tightening the hold he has on your waist. His lips gently press against your collarbone and his breath meanders towards the shell of your ear.

"Swear you won't die on me."

Gulping you look away apprehensively. You know you can't promise that.

“Oi, I’m expecting an answer.” His voice flickers slightly.

Forefinger holding your chin up you see your soon to be husband close to tears, he valiantly blinks them away. Levi has never been one to make his pain public and your heart twists in your chest as you realize just how much of a hold his feelings for you have over him.

"I can't promise that, you know it'll only hurt more." The strange bitter taste in your mouth won't let you comply with his request and by measuring his reaction you see his eyes cloud in an unidentifiable emotion, you're sure it's nothing positive.

"We may not have a happy ending Levi but we'll always have a happy middle."

Levi scoffs in derision, he has to think your attempt at being meaningful is ridiculous.

You lean into him and it's all so heart-wrenchingly familiar yet foreign. His body sags comprehending that not everything will go the way he wants it to. One of you is guaranteed to leave first.

Hands finding purchase in the cloth of his white dress shirt Levi doesn't cringe at you creasing the fabric as he usually does. He allows for you to call the shots this time, your lips brush faintly against his before you nosedive into him. No resistance is felt and he replies almost immediately. Everyone applauds as his fingertips press into the back of your skull and you find that this is all incredibly hideous. The innate disloyalty you feel, you throwing your entire life away for this man but you find yourself not caring. To hell with that miserable life crammed with sin.

Levi smiles against your mouth, you assume you're meant to magically smile back but you can't make yourself. It's uncomfortable relishing in the undeserved happiness knowing it won't last forever.

The world you live in isn't ideal nor is it forgiving.

Momentary joy is all an antagonist can hope for.

849, i.

Jean can’t take his eyes off the newly weds.

You’re cooing into your Levi’s ear gently, his cheeks flush scarlet at the feeling of your hot breath against his skin and he scolds you for having the gall to rile him up in public.

Jean sniggers finding some sort of odd delight from the interaction - he’s never seen the Captain this content and at ease.

849, ii.

You don't know why you've dragged yourself out of bed just to stare at your husband's face but you have, despite the toll life has had on him he seems sound for once. His breathing peaceful yours is anything but that. When it's dark the weight becomes heavier, your skin tingles and your throat burns aching for release.

Eyes blurring your hands shake reaching out for him but you can't find the courage to make contact. Nothing will ever warrant plaguing him even more with your existence.

The memories become increasingly bitter.

"If we make it out of this alive we'll have children and they'll look just like you."

"I want them to look like you." had been your reply.

Levi winced not seeming to like the idea.

"No, I want them to look like you. You're beautiful."

How wrong he was for thinking that.

You, beautiful? He'd stab himself ten times over if he knew just who exactly he had said those words to.

850, i.

Zeke had betrayed you after finding out who you were to Levi but you half expected that he would tell him the truth at some point regardless of that fact.

Tear stains travel through the mud and grime on your face, Levi's eyes are indifferent as he twists his wedding ring off his finger flinging it into the surrounding rubble.

Without your permission he yanks your arm forwards intending to take your matching ring away but you hold on digging your heels into the dirt beneath you.

"You disgusting bitch. Give me it."

You scream, high and awful, he continues jerking at your arm the muscle throbs crying out for him to stop but he doesn't and no one steps in to put a halt to any of it. Levi having had enough grabs at your neck ruthlessly. In any other circumstance he'd be labelled callous or cruel but everyone on the battle field shares a similar empathy for their Captain. Neither they or Levi had expected your disloyalty.

"I said give me the ring if you know what's good for you." His fingers slide around your neck, his seemingly low words cling onto the little respect he has left for you.

"No." Your defiance has his eyes hardening in and posture tensing. "I'm not handing it over."

Levi says nothing, he only holds onto your throat tighter, if he really keeps at  it your windpipe will be crushed in no time. You know he's holding out on purpose, he's still giving you a chance. He expects for you to stand your ground, say you never deceived Paradis, say something, anything to make him let go of you.  

"Marrying you... It just happened somehow. I know it was selfish of me." He squeezes harder. "I know it was. I'm sorry Levi." Gasping and breathless you clench and unclench your fists finding it too difficult to explain.

Your mouth opens, you want to tell him you haven't seduced him like he thinks you have, tell him you dropped that plan of yours long ago but then you falter at the last second.  It's typically hard to tell when Erwin's infuriated but it's painfully obvious when you make eye contact with him over Levi's trembling shoulders. It's enough to tell you to give up. Enough to tell you that you're beyond redemption, you've ran and hid long enough.

"Hand over your titan." Levi says nothing to Erwin's proposition, the hold he has on your neck loosens but his silence is sickening. It means he agrees.

This is fate's idea of a cruel joke.

But you agree, on the basis of one condition.

"Fine but-"

Levi cuts in, all regard for you devoid from his system.

"You're in no place to be making demands." He snarls, his patience quickly running thin.

However Erwin urges you to continue speaking taking you aback.

"If it's not too much maybe we can accommodate your final wish." Erwin had always been thoughtful in nature and you thank him for even bothering to show you a sliver of benevolence.

Everyone's looking, all eyes are on you. Some are blinking away tears, others are disgusted unable to stare at you for more than a few seconds at a time. Levi falls into the latter.

Brazen with not an ounce of shame you mention the ring again. "Let me keep it." Your left hand covers your right and underneath the flesh is the last symbol left of your union with Levi.

Whispers and murmurs orbit you, none of them are kind and Levi loses it.

His reflexes are paralyzing, he's back at it clawing your neck mercilessly but you don't scream or shriek as you did previously. You take it, you let him unload his frustration.

"Levi. Let it go for the sake of humanity." Erwin says pointedly. Irritation pricks him, he wants this over and done with and your rebelliousness doesn't look as if it'll be tamed any time soon unless you're given what you want.

Levi's face is crimson, the fresh blood from the expedition still steaming. "Y/N, I'll saw your arm off if I have to." But, you know he's already given into Erwin's orders when he throws you to the ground letting you crash and wheeze for breath.

850, ii.

Levi's been appointed to guard you for your final night alive. The room feels wistful as you think back wondering if the life you lived was respectable.

"Why did you stare at me when I slept? Did you think of killing me?" Half commanding and half pleading his voice cracks. He coughs attempting to cover it up.

You jolt not expecting the interaction at all and you're not the slightest bit surprised that he had seen you all those nights staring so deeply. He'd always been a light sleeper. You turn your head up hoping he's looking at you.

He isn't.

"I wanted our children to look like you. I think you're beautiful."

It's now his turn to recoil, only he does so in repulsion remembering the familiarity of those words. They had left his own lips not too long ago.

"I'd never have children with the likes of you." He sounds tense then.

You understand. No one would want to have children with someone as hated and as despicable as you.

"I know." You whisper faintly.

850, iii.

When Erwin's eyes glaze over unable to focus on anything in particular Levi assumes it's him growing used to the titan powers. What he doesn't expect is for his Commander to bang his head against the floor unrelenting screaming your name.

Pairs of hands move to stop him but he thrusts them aside wailing. Levi stresses trying to figure out what it is you could have done in the wake of your death.

But Erwin Smith. Courageous, brave Erwin Smith, who never cracked at loss of life for the sake of humanity, who always eloquently spoke to everyone around him at all times, finds himself slumping down to his knees and weeping for you.

The warm blood from his self inflicted assault still trickles down his nose, a tremor shakes through his entire body when he thinks of breaking the news to Levi.

The edge in Erwin’s voice grows dangerous.

"We made the wrong choice."

Erwin can't word it any better than that.

But Levi understands right away, he wishes he didn’t, he wishes he was ignorant enough not to.

Hange sticks an arm out aiming for his shoulder but he stumbles away nearly falling back into the floor not wanting to be touched by anyone.

He finds that he is not human enough to cry. It’s that or he’s not human at all without your presence.

854, i.

Levi has grown old without you, lived to see months and new seasons without you by his side. Over time his eyelids have become heavier, the corners of his mouth naturally droop and he remains perpetually somber.

Sometimes you visit him in his dreams, each time you make a silly comment about how his grey eye bags make him look like he’s been punched in the face. “Levi Ackerman, I swear if you don’t sleep soon!” You cushion the blow by whispering sweet nothings, reassuring him that you still think he’s beautiful. 

Occasionally you add in that you don’t blame him for the past, but those conversations only last for a few seconds at a time.

“I don’t blame you.” It always starts off with the exact same phrase. 

“I should have listened to you.” Levi’s tone is stern and uncompromising .

“Lev, I was never going to tell you to spare my life. You tried to listen to me, I could tell you wanted me to deny it.”

Levi refuses to answer you, he still thinks he’s at fault.

Not a day goes by where he doesn’t think of that ring. He regrets throwing it away recklessly into the rubble.

Some day he’ll return to Shiganshina to find it. The idea sounds laughable but he has to find a reason to smile as he fights for his life.

That is what Levi thinks as two set’s of jaws snap shut onto his legs, a flurry of red surrounds him. His throat constricts at the feeling of his thighs being ripped away from the rest of him.

“I tried.” He whimpers to no one in particular, eyes blank and losing meaning.

“I know Levi, I know.” The same voice from his dreams soothes him.

“Do not despair. Find me again in another world.” The biting wind adds in.

Levi’s eyelids flutter shut unable to do much else.

He’s unsure if he has the courage to face you again in another lifetime.

#levi #levi ackerman #aot #snk #attack on titan #attack on titan levi #aot fanfiction #levi headcanons #levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi scenario #levi fanfiction #levi angst #angst #aot angst #leviiattacks #levi ackerman fanfic #levi ackerman imagine #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman headcanons #aot headcanons #aot imagines

[bestofbucky]

Eavesdrop

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: none really, enemies to ?

A/N: This is my first time posting something I have written. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you so much @tuiccim for your help, couldn’t have done it without you.

Being an Avenger is tough. Of course, there are the obvious missions and kicking ass that are exhausting, especially because you don’t have any sort of enhancements or powers. You are just a regular human being, fighting with and against some not so regular human beings. Naturally when you have downtime, you spend it doing things with the least amount of effort. Watching Netflix, listening to music, taking baths, etc, meaning that your social life outside of the compound was, to put it simply, non-existent.

You had just returned from the worst date of your life, well, one of the top five worst dates of your life. Over the past couple of months Steve and Natasha had grown tired of you whining about being single but not making any effort to change it and began sending you on blind dates. Somehow, they managed five different times to find five completely awful people. This time they had set you up with Arthur, a recruit for SHIELD and a good one at that. You wouldn’t be surprised to see him on the elite squad soon, but when it came to your date, he was really blunt and inappropriate, and you had cringed your way through the entire thing.

Once you got back to the compound, you first went to your room to get changed into gym clothes for training with Nat, then headed to her room. On your way you passed one of the common rooms and heard two voices. One familiar but one you didn’t recognise, you decided to check it out and found Steve and another man.

Steve called your name inviting you over to them as they both stood up. ‘This is Bucky. He’s moving in today to begin training.’ Steve explains. You nod and smile at Bucky, remembering Steve told you about him and that he would be living here and eventually joining the team.

You have to stop yourself from gasping out loud at the sight of him. He is a 6 ft something hunk of muscle and beauty and you can’t stop yourself from trying to take him all in with your eyes.

Steve then introduces you to Bucky who looks in your eyes for all of two seconds to say, ‘hi’ before looking down at his feet. He is probably really nervous. Even from that two second glance, you could tell he had one hell of a past. They had you hooked already, you wanted to stare into those eyes and let them tell you the stories of the lifetime they had seen.

‘You were just in Wakanda right? How was it? I have only ever seen it in pictures but I really want to go.’ You let your excitement show, hoping to relax him a bit.

‘Yeah, it was nice. I was frozen for most of it though’ Shit, he curses himself. He didn’t mean to come across so rude but he was really nervous, you are really pretty and it is messing with his head a little. It doesn’t help that he has had to meet a lot of different people today and he is all socialised out. He sees your face fall slightly before you quickly compose yourself, any normal person would have missed it but he has his past of being a trained assassin.

‘Well, Nat is probably waiting for me, she told me she would show me some new moves today.’ You say realising that Bucky had probably been under a lot of stress lately and most likely just wanted to be alone, or with Steve rather than chatting to you, a stranger. At least you hoped this was the reason and it wasn’t that he already disliked you. Saying goodbye to the two of them you head off to Natasha’s room.

Not even bothering to knock, you walk into her room leaving the door open behind you, since you’ll be heading down to the gym soon anyway. Natasha is sitting on the end of the bed braiding her hair. ‘You almost ready?’ You ask.

‘Yeah, just got to finish my hair then put my shoes on.’ She tells you so you take a seat on her bed while you wait.

Meanwhile, Bucky told Steve that he wanted to go get his room sorted. Really it was just an excuse to be alone for a little while. On the way there he walked past a room with the door open and heard two voices talking, recognising them to be you and Natasha. He was just about to carry on walking to his room when he heard Natasha ask, ‘did you meet him yet?’

Bucky assumed she was talking about him and wanted to hear what you had to say. He hoped you would be understanding of his reticence after his taxing morning. 

‘Yeah, I met him today.’ You sigh and roll your eyes.

‘That bad?’ Nat asks, raising her eyebrows with a slight smirk on her face.

‘Yes, I tried to be as friendly as I could but he seemed like a jerk.’ You huff.

‘How so?’

‘He was so blunt he just came across really rude. I had high expectations, especially after hearing Steve say so many nice things about him.’

‘Maybe he was just having a bad day?’ She attempts a defence. 

‘Bad day or not, he should have the courtesy to smile and be polite even if it is fake.’

Bucky was so hurt to hear this. Yes, he wasn’t the nicest to you but your reaction seemed a bit dramatic. He didn’t want to hear you say any more so he rushed off to his room.

‘So, I guess you aren’t going to go on a second date with him then?’ Nat asks.

‘No, I really appreciate you and Steve trying to set me up but seeing as this is the 5th time and none of them were any good, I think I’ll go back to my old methods.’ You smile at her.

‘What, never putting yourself out there and waiting for the right person to just fall into your lap?’ Nat teases and you both laugh when you nod. She finishes tying her shoelaces and you head off to the gym.

The next day you were leading a meeting of recruits who have the potential to be moved up into the squad that worked with the Avengers. The elite squad. Unfortunately for you, Arthur was in the group of recruits and was probably the next one to be promoted.  You finally dismissed everyone and started getting your stuff together to leave as well when Arthur came up to you.

‘What’s the word on who is moving up next, dove?’ You look up in shock, surely, he didn’t just call you dove.

‘Excuse me?’ You look him dead in the eye.

‘I said what’s the word on who is moving up next? I think you might need to get your hearing checked.’ He laughs at his own joke so you fake laugh with him.

‘That’s confidential., we’ll let everyone know when we have made the decision.’ You say and go to walk past him but he grabs your arm.

‘Does someone need a little convincing. If it’s you, then I can think of some ways.’ He whispers seductively in your ear. You pull your arm out of his grasp and frown at him.

‘I’m only joking, dove, come on, you can’t even take a joke?’ He laughs again.

You put on your best fake smile and your customer service voice. ‘There will be no convincing necessary. You are a good agent but you also have good competition. We will inform you all of our decision when it is made.’ You say and quickly turn and walk out the door before he can say anything else. When you get into the lift you ask FRIDAY where Steve is.

‘Common room A, Agent Y/L/N’. You make your way there as quick as possible. Heading around the corner, you slam into a solid object. You hiss at the contact on your fresh bruises, a frown appearing on your face. As soon as you look up to see what or who you bumped into, the frown quickly fades into a smile when you see its Bucky. He is already looking at you.

‘Sorry I should have been watching where I was going.’ He mumbles quickly.

‘No, it’s just as much my fault as yours. I shouldn’t have been in such a hurry.’ You apologise to him. As much as you would love to stay and chat  with  Bucky, you need to get to Steve to explain what just happened with Arthur and hopefully you can get him kicked off the team.

Bucky had left his room to try and find someone to help him figure out a few things with FRIDAY but as soon as he bumped into you that completely left his mind. You were all that filled his mind ever since he met you. He stood in the hallway for a while before realising he should ask you to help. Maybe this would be a good excuse to make up for his poor first impression. He heads in the direction you went but stops short when he hears your voice.

‘I think he bruised me. The dick.’ You say and Steve frowns at you ‘Come on, Steve. I’m  allowed to be angry. He has been nothing but a jerk to me,’ you explain and shift to get more comfortable.

‘What did you say to him when he did this?’ Steve asks, holding your arm and examining the newly formed bruises in the shapes of fingers.

‘I put on my best fake smile and pretended like everything was ok,’  You joke and Steve laughs, ‘as much as I hate the guy, I don’t have the confidence to actually show it.’ You sigh and Steve pulls your sleeve back down and leans back into the sofa. ‘Is there any way we can kick him off the team?’ You exaggerate batting your eyelashes at him.

‘He isn’t even on the team yet and you already want to kick him off?’ Steve questions.

‘Yes! I really don’t like him. I know he is your friend but I trust him about as far as I can throw him’ You explain and Steve nods.

Bucky had heard enough. He can’t believe you could be so horrible. You had the sweetest exterior and, from first impressions, you didn’t look like you could hurt a fly. But as he heard you say, you clearly put on a fake act to come across as polite and kind when really you are rude deep down. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop on you. Twice now. But he is so glad he did, because now he knows not to waste his energy on you. He knows what you think of him and he has formed his opinion of you. He hurries back to his room.

‘He’s not my friend Y/N, I only said that to you to make you go on the date with an open mind. I’ve only ever had one conversation with the guy,’ Steve jokes and you playfully push his arm, ‘All jokes aside, his behaviour breaks a lot of conduct rules and is a good enough reason to have him knocked down a few squads.’ Steve replies and you sigh with relief. You hug Steve and thank him for his help, he’s taken slightly off guard but hugs you back before you go your separate ways.

 A few weeks later, you walk into the kitchen to find the whole team eating their breakfast. Sam is cooking and when he sees you, he makes a plate and hands it to you.

‘Thank you Sam.’ You hug him and take the plate, turning around at the sound of Bucky’s scoff. You haven’t had a conversation with Bucky since you bumped into each other in the hallway. You had tried to but he either completely ignored you or just rolled his eyes and left the room.

At first it hurt, you wondered if you had done something wrong. The team seemed just as confused by it as you. Bucky didn’t have a problem with anyone else. That wasn’t to say he was extremely friendly with them, he wasn’t there yet and nobody blamed him but he could hold conversation with the others. He even laughed at their jokes. You were starting to get fed up with it so after breakfast you headed to Bucky’s room to talk to him. You knocked on the door and it wasn’t long until he answered it. As soon as he saw you his face fell visibly.

‘Can we talk?’ You asked hoping he would let you into his room. He paused to consider it then stepped out of his room, closing the door behind him. He stood there with his arms crossed and waited for you to talk.

‘Is there something I did wrong?’ You ask him and he keeps a blank face.

‘Why do you care?’ He asks still arms crossed over his body.

‘I care because you are always scoffing or rolling your eyes at me whenever I try to talk to you.’

‘I’m not scoffing or rolling my eyes now.’ He points out.

‘No but you’re not exactly being very friendly.’

‘Would you prefer for me to fake it then? Just put on a smile and pretend to like you?’ He jabs. You take a moment to process what he just said. You didn’t realise he could be so mean.

‘No Bucky I would prefer for you to maybe make an effort to get to know me before making a judgement.’ You scowl at him.

‘I have a perfectly fine judgement of you. I am not going to fall for your fake smiles and fake friendships.’ Bucky snarls and walks back into his room closing his door in your face. You are left to stand there in shock.

On the other side of the door Bucky is leaning there conflicted. The shock on your face looked so genuine. No, he has to remember it is all an act with you.

From that day on you decided you weren’t going to make an effort with him. It wasn’t the most mature decision but you were tired. What used to be eye rolls and scoffs, now turned into snarky comments and you were no longer afraid to throw them right back at him.

Steve had tried a few times to talk to you about it but, when he couldn’t tell you why Bucky hated you, he realised there was nothing he could do to change how either of you felt about the other. What he could do was change up your schedules so the two of you were rarely ever in the same room together.

Unfortunately, instead of the arguments happening quite calmly but consistently over the course of the whole day. They were now much shorter, confined to just mealtimes, and much more heated and intense. None of the team knew which was worse.

You were sparring in the gym with Natasha trying to work off some steam from this morning’s argument with Bucky.

‘Your moves are sloppy, get whatever is making you emotional out of your head.’ She grunts at you but this only forces you further into your head.

You go hard at her, but she blocks every move so you go to defence. She smirks at you, ‘Has a certain super soldier got into your head?’

That causes a surge of anger to hit you and again you go hard at Natasha, but your anger only allows her to catch you off balance and you are pinned to the mat in a matter of seconds.

‘So it is Barnes.’ She  pulls you up and you brush yourself off before getting back into a fighting stance.

‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ You grunt at her and start your attack. Your moves are still predictable and anger clouds your mind. You feel yourself getting more and more worked up with every hit she blocks.

You retreat to take a breather, you hear the door open and you glance over, the man of the hour has just entered and you roll your eyes but continue to spar with Natasha.

Out the corner of your eye, you see him make his way over to you both, watching as you take a lot of hits from her and barely manage to land any of your own.

‘I have seen toddlers fight better than you Y/N.’ You hear him chuckle.

‘I don’t need your opinion.’ You grunt, still trying to keep your focus on Natasha.

‘Fight like that on the field and you’ll be dead in two seconds.’

‘Keep talking and you’ll wish you were dead.’

He laughs ‘Is that a threat?’ You ignore him and continue sparring. ‘Your punches are so weak, how did you become an Avenger again?’ He is still smiling knowing exactly which buttons to push.

You stop and make your way over to him. ‘I became an Avenger because of my talent and my strength, that I worked hard to earn.’ You are right up in his face, almost chest to chest. You are breathing hard, partly from the exercise but mostly because of how riled up you are. You notice he is breathing hard as well, his breath fanning across your face.

Your mind can’t help but drift, is this what he would look like in bed, his chest rising and falling faster than normal. Small beads of sweat gathered at his hairline from his recent run. You suddenly realise how close the two of you are and force the inappropriate thoughts from your mind. You hate how seeing him so riled up is actually a huge turn on. How could you let yourself be attracted to such an asshole?

‘You wouldn’t stand a chance against me.’ His voice drops so low that in a different circumstance you would have happily dropped your panties.

‘You’re right. I wouldn’t stand a chance against you and your metal arm that you were given. Or you and the super soldier serum that you were given.’ You know they are cheap shots but you just couldn’t help how absolutely fuming he makes you. He had managed to get under your skin and the thought of him being successful only made you angrier.

He leans down even more, your noses almost touching ‘I don’t know how everyone else can’t see through your little nice act. You pretend to be so kind on the outside but deep down you’re a bitch.’ Ouch. You deserved that one for what you said to him but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Especially because if you were hooked up to a lie detector and asked to say those things again, it would flash up as a blatant lie. However, looking into his eyes there was not an ounce of regret for what he said.

Bucky knew he shouldn’t have said what he did, but you had hit a nerve and it was the only thing he could think to say back. He saw the hurt flash across your eyes but it was too late to take it back now. The only thing he could do was exit the situation before it got any worse. He turned on his heels and left the room, leaving you standing there in complete shock at your exchange. 

Natasha calls your name but you quickly leave for your room before anyone can see you like this.

The team was split all across the base. This wasn’t how you would usually handle missions but as soon as you arrived the mission started to go sideways.

‘Target headed towards the west elevator. Anyone nearby copy?’ You hear Steve’s voice through comms.

‘I'm on it.’ You say back, your comms crackling more than usual.

‘Copy that.’ Bucky said, his comms crackling from the two of you talking at the same time.

The rest of the team had heard both of your voices but neither of you had heard the other. So it was a big shock when you were waiting for the elevator and you heard his voice behind you.

‘You have got to be kidding me.’ He sighs and slowly walks up to you to wait for the elevator as well. ‘Did you not hear me say I got it?’ He snaps at you.

‘No because I was the one that said I’m on it.’ You snap back and thankfully the elevator dings it’s arrival. Normally in creepy Hydra bases you would avoid elevators but seeing as there was no stairwell nearby, this was the only option.

‘Age before beauty.’ You say to him, gesturing to the elevator.

‘Very funny’ he says sarcastically before stepping inside. You follow after him and press the only floor button available.

Silence permeates the small space as you prepare for what’s to happen once the doors open. Instead, the elevator jerks to a stop.

‘No.’ You panic and start pressing the floor button over and over. ‘No no no no no.’ Nothing is working.

‘Let me try.’ Bucky says pushing you out of the way, you so badly want to say something but the only thing you can focus on is the fact you might be trapped. Bucky taps the button and looks around for anything else to press but there is nothing. You can feel yourself start to get light headed as claustrophobia takes hold and the thought of falling to your death in this metal box takes over your thoughts. You shrink down onto the floor and hold your head in your hands.

‘Do you always have to be so dramatic?’ Bucky huffs. You don’t answer him, the only thing you can think about is the pain starting in your chest and your breathing getting heavier. 

‘Stop breathing so fast. You are going to make yourself pass out.’ Bucky grunts but when you don’t reply or make any effort to slow your breathing he gets worried. He kneels down in front of you ‘Hey? Doll? Can you hear me?’ You can’t answer him, you just feel the impending doom and the immense pressure on your chest. ‘I’m going to move your hands.’ He announces then you feel him take your hands and pull them away from your face. You look at him, tears in your eyes, a look of pure fear across your face. ‘Breathe with me, doll. Can you do that?’ He asks and you manage to nod. He speeds his breathing up to your pace then gradually slows it, you follow him as best as you can and eventually you get your breathing back to normal, with the occasional hiccup or sharp intake.

Once he sees you are ok, he lets go of your hands and sits on the floor as far away as he can. You both continue to sit in silence.

‘Thank you.’ You eventually manage to whisper, he nods without meeting your eye.

You can’t help but feel disappointed, you just got to see a caring side of Bucky and it felt amazing to be on the receiving end of it, but now you are back to him not giving a shit about you. You go back and forth wondering whether it is the right time to bring up the issues between you two. If not now, when?

‘Why do you hate me so much?’ He looks across at you and sighs before he answers.

‘I don’t hate you.’

‘Yes you do. It seems like you go out of your way to make me miserable.’ You push, making him lean his head back on the wall behind him.

‘I don’t hate you. I just don’t like how you formed opinions about me so early on. You wanted me off the team before I even got cleared to be on the team.’ Bucky explains. You stare at him in confusion.

‘How do you know what opinions I formed of you? I may have wanted you off the team but it was only because you were mean and that was after you were cleared.’ You could feel yourself starting to get angry.

‘Then how come I overheard you talking about the first time we met to Nat, you said I was blunt and rude. Then after I accidentally bumped into you, you told Steve you wanted me off the team.’ Bucky says agitatedly.

‘I never-‘ you think back to any conversations you had with Nat and Steve about Bucky. The only ones that came to mind were asking them if they knew why Bucky didn’t like you. Then it hits you, he had overheard you talking to Steve and Nat about Arthur. You sighed.

‘Let me guess, you overheard me and Nat talking not long after we first met. We were in Nat’s room getting ready to go train?’ You ask and he nods.

‘Then the conversation you overheard with Steve was straight after we bumped into each other. We were in the common room?’ Bucky looks confused but nods again.

‘You are such a prick. You eavesdrop but don’t even listen long enough to hear who we were talking about.’ You can’t help but chuckle at the situation, even though it’s not particularly funny.

‘What?’ Bucky looks more confused than ever.

‘Well, if you had listened properly to the whole conversation you would know I was talking about that asshat agent, Arthur.’ That came out more blunt than you intended.

‘The recruit that got bumped down a few squads even though he is really good?’

‘Yep. That’s the one’

‘I don’t understand.’

‘Before you came Steve and Nat had been setting me up on blind dates with people. Arthur was the fifth one, I really didn’t want to go so Steve convinced me by saying they were friends and all this nice stuff about him.’ You pause to take a deep breath. ‘The day we met, I had just come from the date with him and it was awful. That's what me and Nat were talking about. Then when we bumped into each other in the hallway, I had just come from a meeting with the recruits. Arthur had been inappropriate and he hurt my arm, I was rushing to Steve to tell him and ask if he can be kicked off the team.’ You finally manage to say and Bucky just looks at you. You can see the cogs turning in his head as he is finally getting context to the snippets of conversation he overheard.

‘Shit. I am so sorry. I am such an idiot.’ He scolds himself and you can’t help but feel bad for him.

‘I am not going to disagree with you, but we have both said and done some pretty nasty stuff. I am sorry for any hurt I caused you.’  You say sincerely and he looks over to you and smiles.

‘So you didn’t think I was rude when we first met?’ He still holds your eye contact and you take a moment to look at him. You have never seen him look so vulnerable before, he almost looked scared.

‘No, Bucky, I thought you were probably nervous or tired from meeting loads of new people.’ You explain and his shoulders fall.

‘I feel like such a jerk.’ He sighs and you scoot yourself closer to him so he has to look at you.

‘I’m not all that innocent in this either. It was a misunderstanding. I am just glad we have cleared it up now.’ You say meaning it and he smiles earnestly back at you. It is something you have never experienced first-hand. You have seen him give those gorgeous, slightly lopsided, smiles to other people but seeing one directed at you causes a rush of heat to your cheeks and you find yourself blushing.

Bucky must have been thinking along the same lines ‘You’re cute when you blush. I have never seen this side of you before.’ He brushes some hair out of your face and behind your ear. ‘You know, part of the reason I was so nervous when I first met you was because I was taken off guard by how beautiful you are.’ His cheeks flush slightly at his confession.

Before you can say anything the elevator jerks again and starts moving, you and Bucky are quick on your feet, preparing yourself for the doors to open.

When they finally do you are met with a group of Hydra agents ready to attack. You and Bucky work in tandem, playing off each other’s strengths. When the Hydra agents realize this, they work to separate you. The majority of them are on Bucky but you are fighting four at once. You are onto the last one when he raises his gun to shoot but you force his arm down. Not quick enough, it fires and clips your calf causing you to cry out from the pain 

It is not as bad as actually being shot in the leg but it still hurts like hell and you can’t put pressure on it. The room is pretty silent apart from footsteps you recognise to be Bucky approaching. You move quickly and uppercut the guy in the nose. The crack echoes throughout the room as the guy falls to the floor at your feet.

You turn to Bucky, his mouth agape and eyebrows raised in shock. ‘That was hot.’ He announces finally, making you laugh, you go to take a step towards him but realise too late that your injured leg won’t hold your weight. You would have fallen to the floor if Bucky hadn’t rushed to catch you.

‘Thanks.’ You chuckle, your faces are extremely close. Your eyes completely entranced in his. Your whole body warms at the safe feeling of being in his arms. You start to wonder what it would be like to fall asleep in these arms, to wake up the next morning still wrapped up in them. Protected.

You force yourself back to reality by clearing your throat. ‘We should probably get back to the team.’ You say and he nods. He puts his arm around your waist and you put yours over his shoulders to use him as a crutch.

The ride back up in the elevator goes smoothly this time and before you know it you are hobbling up to the quinjet where the rest of the team awaits. Natasha and Steve are both looking back and forth from you to Bucky in confusion.

‘What the hell happened?’ Steve asks not trying to hide how baffled he is that you and Bucky are holding onto each other and not arguing. Natasha simply smirks. Bucky helps you into a seat then sits opposite you with a wink as you smile at him.

‘No, this is too weird. Please argue, bicker, roll your eyes. Anything.’ Sam begs Bucky who doesn’t break his eye contact with you. Bucky simply laughs knowing his behaviour is unsettling Sam and enjoying the newfound comradery with you.

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Okay maybe 10 and 14 with Bucky Barnes for the smutty prompts

10) “Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.”

14) “Do you think you deserve to be punished?”

So, I waffled between dom!Bucky and dom!reader for this one and eventually decided on dom!Bucky, please enjoy!

Smut! No minors!!!

You and Bucky has been making out for the past 15 minutes.

It was nice! It was always nice when he got back from a long mission and just wanted to snuggle with you for hours. Soft and cuddly and fluffy sex that always left you feeling pleasantly satisfied the next day.

But you really wanted to be fucked right now.

Just pinned down to the mattress, hair pulling, forget your own name fucked. You couldn’t figure out how to broach the subject though.

“You with me, doll?” He murmured into your neck as his tongue brushed over your jaw.

“Hmm? Yeah baby, I’m here.” You sighed as he sucked a bruise against your throat, his hands lightly skimming over your sides as you chewed on your lips.

“You sure? You seem distracted.” He muttered as he brought his face up to look at you.

“No, it’s just...” you studied his face closely and took a deep breath. “This is so nice baby, but I kind of want you to just fuck me.”

“Sweetie, if you want me to make love to you...”

“No, not ‘make love’, I want you to ravage me, Buck.” You said seriously, pressing him further into the couch as you thought about every filthy thing you wanted him to do to you. “Like, throw me on the bed, tear off my clothes, pin me down and fuck me stupid. Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.”

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you smashed your lips against his, curling your tongue against his and moaning into his mouth as you basically dry humped him.

“Shit.” He panted breathlessly when you finally released him. “You’ve been thinking about this for a while?”

“Yeah.” You sighed, leaning against his chest as you throbbed with need.

“And you didn’t tell me until now?” He chuckled darkly, running his hand over your hair. “You’re such a bad girl.”

You gasped as he wrapped his hand in your hair and wrenched your head back to run his teeth over your throat.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Sergeant Barnes.” You whined as he nipped at your skin at the same time he bucked his hips up against you. “I am a bad girl.”

“Do you think you deserve to be punished?” He grumbled as he wrapped you around him.

“Yes, please sergeant.” You moaned as he stood up and started to carry you to the bedroom.

He tossed you onto the bed as he kicked the door close, staring at you darkly as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Take your clothes off.” He ordered as he gazed darkly at you, his fingers moving to unbutton his shirt.

“Yes sir.” You muttered, biting your lip as pulled your sweater over your head and tossed it aside before moving to unzip your skirt.

“Stop.” He ordered when you moved to undo your garter belt. “Lingerie stays on.”

Your mouth filled with saliva and your pussy throbbed with need. Your breath was coming in shallow pants as you watched Bucky remove his clothes, stepping out of his pants and boxers before he prowled towards you, running his belt through his hands.

He grabbed your wrists in his vibranium fist and dragged you up the bed, wrapping his belt around your hands and looping it through the headboard until you were secured to his satisfaction.

“Look at you.” He tutted once he was finished, sitting back on his heels as his gaze raked over your body. “Such a needy little slut.”

You moaned as he shoved his hand down the front of your panties and teased his fingers over your entrance. His vibranium hand tugged your bra down until your breasts popped out, and you cried out when he slapped your nipple.

“Just remember, you asked for this, doll.” He growled before ripping your panties off and spearing into you.

You screamed as you came immediately, your body quivering as your pussy clenched around his cock and your release soaked his thighs. He didn’t stop though, his hips slamming into you and forcing you to brace your hands against the headboard so he didn’t push you up the bed.

Bucky’s grunts were animalistic as he rutted into you, his palms pressed against your thighs to keep them forced apart as he felt you flutter and spasm around him. He ground his hips into you and you came again with a sob, your body bending like a snapped bowstring as tears leaked down your cheeks.

“You’re taking me so good, doll. Squeezing me so good with this pretty pussy.” You moaned when he pulled out of you, but then he flipped you over and slammed back inside you, wrapping his vibranium fist in your hair and yanking your head back as he curled over you. “You feeling like a dumb little slut yet?”

“Fuck.” You moaned as he drew another orgasm from, grinning into your hair as you vibrated underneath him.

“Not yet, I guess.” He muttered against the shell of your ear, nipping at it as his other hand wrapped around your throat. “I’m gonna make you forget how to talk, sweetheart.”

He barely pressed against your jugular and you whined as he somehow started moving his hips even faster, slapping them against your ass as he suffocated you under his body.

He twisted his hips and you lost it, sinking your teeth into the pillow as you let out an inhuman wail. You felt every muscle in your body relax as your mind emptied, sagging into the mattress as you let Bucky use you and drool leaked from the corner of your mouth.

“That’s my stupid little pretty whore.” He murmured as he felt your drool run over his fingers, burying his face in your hair and pressing his lips to the hollow behind your ear as he felt you clench around him at the praise. “I’m gonna fill you up doll, you did so good.”

You just moaned like a good little slut as you felt him throb and swell inside you before he stilled his hips and flooded you with his cum, roaring into your ear as his entire body rolled with pleasure on top of you.

He collapsed when he was finished, crushing you under his weight as he panted into your neck and you just laid there blinking like an idiot.

“You ok doll?” He muttered, pressing his lips to your neck softly before gently pulling out of you and moving to undo his belt from around the headboard.

“Yeah.” You mumbled into the pillow as he rubbed his fingers over the welts on your wrists. “I don’t think I can move though. So y’know, great job.”

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O̶l̶d̶ M̶a̶n̶ M̶o̶v̶e̶s̶

__________________________ Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve shows you a thing or two about being an old man. 

Warnings: *AGE GAP*, smut 18+ minors dni, very dark/inappropriate joke (only mentioned once but beware)

Author’s Notes: I know this isn’t the most original but hEr yA gO lol (ps this a long one but boy is it a good read #prettyproud ;) lmao) __________________________

“Hey Nat, do you know anything about World War II?” you peeked your head in her room.

“Nope, ask Steve.”

“Hey Tony, do you know anything about World War II?” you walked into the lab.

“Nope, ask Steve.”

“Hey Sam, where’s Bucky?” you walked in the kitchen.

“Mission.”

“Well, do you know anything about  World War II?”

“Nope, ask Steve,” you grunted and rolled your eyes.

“Hey Wanda, do you know anything about World War II?”

“Nope, have you asked Steve?” 

“Ugh! Everyone keeps saying that,” you flopped down on her bed.  

“And why aren't you asking him?” 

You looked at her raising an eyebrow. She was the only, well you think Nat knows but Wanda is the only person you told about your little crush on the super soldier. Upon seeing your face, Wanda chuckled humorously. One time she caught you during a meeting thinking about Steve; every part of Steve. To say you were embarrassed would be an understatement. 

“What about Bucky?”

“He’s on a mission. Hey, what are you watching?”

“Malcolm in the Middle.”

“Nice.”

You laughed at the show for a bit before grunting remembering that you had to finish the history report for your college professor who’s as old as sliced bread. Before you walked out Vision phased through the door. 

“Ooh! Vis, tell me everything about World War II!”

“No, Vis! Don’t tell her a single thing! You have to ask Steve,” she scolded. 

“No!”

“Yes!”

“Wanda,” you whined.

“I’m pretty sure he’s in his room,” she smirked.

“Please don’t make me do it,” you begged hyperbolically. 

“Then fail your report,” she smirked evilly.

“Dammit, Wanda,” you left her room hearing her snicker. 

You stomped to your room and collapsed on your bed. You sat at your computer for twenty minutes until a knock disturbed your dreadful staring. 

“Steve!” you shouted opening the door.

“Hey, Sam told me you needed help with a history report?”

“Sam told you?”

“Yeah; and Tony, and Nat, and Wanda,” Steve phoned chimed suddenly.

“Oh, uh, Buck just texted me saying Sam told him that you need help with uh, a history report,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, World War II,” you gritted.

“Well,” he stood awkwardly at your door still.

“Come in,” you moved over to let him in.

Steve walked in and sat on the edge of your bed. You scurried over and threw yourself on the bed gathering all your papers and books and your laptop. You sat criss crossed on the bed before looking up at him ready for learning, I guess.

“Ok so what exactly do you need to know?” Steve smiled.

“Oh well, uh, maybe we start with life before soldiers got drafted?” you suggested.

Steve smiled remembering tons of stories and memories of him and Bucky being teenagers in New York. You stopped caring about your report altogether and just kicked back to listen to all about Steve. The way he lit up whenever remembered something he forgot to tell you made your heart burst. 

At one point he started laughing so hard, as were you, when he slapped his hand directly on your thigh and squeezed hard from pure humor. Needless to say, you instantly stopped laughing and zeroed in on his large hand and the way it gripped your thigh. 

“Awe man, that such was a good day,” he breathed out once he cooled down.

“Yeah, it’s kinda weird,” you said, coming back to reality.

“Why’s that weird?”

“I don’t know? You’re the captain, you don’t have fun. You’re an old man,” you giggled.

“Old man? Kid, you’re hurting me,” he clutched his chest dramatically.

“Hey, I already told you to stop calling me kid. I’m twenty years old,” you crossed your arms. 

“Hey come on, I’m just joshing ya,” he smirked.

“Who the fuck says ‘joshing ya’?” you laughed.

“What, the kids don’t say that nowadays?” he laughed.

“No!” you were cracking up rolling on the bed.

“You’re supposed to be doing your history report,” he defended.

“You’re such an old man, oh god.”

“And you’re such a child,” he pinned you down on the bed.

“Ooh, someone busting out the old man moves. Get off grandpa,” you smirked.

“Make me, kid,” he emphasized ‘kid’.

You two glared at each amusingly, both trying you very best to not smile. Your shirt had ridden up your stomach and Steve could somewhat see the exposed skin. He didn't think you were a kid per say, he thought you were a very beautiful young woman; too young. He didn’t think it would be appropriate to pursue any sort of relationship with you; it’s not like you were very incognito when it came to checking him out. He knew that you liked him. 

Explains all the teasing you do too. 

The close proximity between you two make you both bothersome; Steve's muscle clenching and fighting every urge in his body to do something he might regret, or worse, something you’ll regret. Your stomach flipped and your mind wandered to what it would be like if you were in this position under different circumstances. 

In an attempt to relieve yourself without Steve knowing you clenched your thighs softly before moving your knee up. Upon moving your knee, your eyes widened and Steve instantly got off you covering his modesty with your sheet. Your face slowly turned into a mischievous smirk before raising your eyebrow at Steve, who profusely blushed under your taunting gaze. 

“Do kids turn you on?” you joked.

“Y/n!” Steve groaned at your highly inappropriate joke.

“I’m kidding!” Steve simply rolled his eyes at you.

“I’m just joshing ya,” you grinned, making Steve chuckle.

“How much of your report have you done?” Steve reached for your laptop; making you panic because you didn’t even have your name let alone a title typed out. 

“Seriously?” he looked at you like a stern father.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said.

“You don’t even have your name,” he cracked a smile.

“Well, your stories are just too captivating; I was distracted,” you weren’t exactly lying, seeing Steve seem so relaxed and carefree thinking back on memories made you smile. 

“Distracted,” he repeated sarcastically.

“Yeah, I was,” you felt small as Steve got closer to you.

“Is this distracting now?” he mocked.

“Maybe,” you whispered.

He looked at your lips before running his nose along your cheek and your own nose. He pressed his lips too close to your lips, of which you were desperate for him to touch. Your hands grabbed at his arms that were held tightly on your waist for any sort of stability. You felt like you were going to pass out. 

“You better finish that report if you know what’s good for you,” he whispered against your lips. 

“Huh?” you breathed out seeing as Steve has stood up and made his way to your door. 

“You heard me. Come find me when you’ve been a good girl and finished that report,” he slipped out smoothly leaving you high and dry, or rather soaking in arousal. 

Your eyes were practically bulging from your head and you couldn’t believe the Steve with that gnarly stick up his ass was the same one that just easily turned you on like an easy-bake oven and called you a ‘good girl’. You immediately rushed to grab your laptop googling facts about World War II and typed faster than Usain Bolt could run.

Meanwhile Steve stood in the shower with cock in hand, his thumb rubbing over the tip leaking with precum. He ran his hand down his shaft and threw his head back at the pleasure. He moaned your name and tensed his muscles getting close to a release. 

He had to hold on to the wall to keep his knees from buckling. The sight of seeing you under him, squirming and wiggling so innocently made his cock twitch. He knew that you liked him, it wasn’t necessarily a huge secret; you weren’t desperate to hide that fact. But he knew you weren’t going around telling people so he never said anything. 

He went to your room genuinely trying to help with your college report and he got enthralled with his own memories. He didn’t exactly know when the air shifted but he realized it indefinitely when your body tensed under his hand that rested perfectly on your thigh. 

He remembers the softness of skin and remembers the way your breathing quickened. He kept the conversation going as innocently as possible but then you started teasing him about his age, about what an old fashioned sucker he was. And all he could think about in that moment was flipping you over and fucking you into the mattress you showing his “old man moves”. 

“Fuck,” he moaned to himself.

Soon enough after a couple more pumps, he painted the shower walls with his cum desperately wishing it was your stomach or even your back. He just wanted you there with him. He felt guilty thinking about you like that. He knew if he were ever to get with you he wouldn't be able to keep up. You were so spright and mischievous and beautiful and gorgeous and sexy and… wait; slow down, Steve.

He got out of the shower and cleaned himself off. He changed and just stayed in his room letting the sounds of the TV drown any thoughts he might wandered to you. A sudden knock broke the silence settled in his room and he opened the door to find his best friend. 

“Hey, man,” Bucky smiled.

“Buck, your back,” Steve opened the door further letting him come in. 

“Oh, did you get my text? About helping Y/n with her report? Heard it’s like forty percent of her grade,” he said. 

“Yeah uh, I did,” Steve said hesitantly; Bucky narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously.

“What did you do?” he asked.

“Nothing,” Steve retorted.

“I don’t believe you. Come on what happened?” Buck chuckled.

“She called me an old man,” Steve pouted.

“Haha! Seriously?”

“Yeah but jokes on her cuz I-” Steve stopped himself, what if his best friend thought he was a creep.

“Oh no, did you guys fuck?” he asked suddenly.

“Buck,” Steve groaned.

“You did, didn’t you!”

“Almost!” Steve bursted out, his eyes widening in fear.

“Hey, why are you all freaked out? I thought you liked her?” Bucky questioned.

“Yeah, but what? She’s too young. I thought you were gonna think I was a creep,” Steve was confused.

“Well, how old is she?”

“She’s uh, she’s twenty, almost twenty-one,” he muttered.

“Oh, yikes. Uh, I don’t know man. I mean you’re both adults,” Bucky said. 

“Fuck, man. I really fucked up,” Steve said making Bucky ‘language’ him of which Steve glared back.

“Did you kiss her?”

“No, almost,” Steve responded.

“Ok then what happened?”

Steve explained to Bucky what happened just hours ago and Bucky couldn’t help but laugh at his poor friend's antics.

“You’re such a fucking tease, Steve,” Bucky joked.

“Buck, you’re not helping,” Steve grunted.

“Well, either you keep your promise and fuck her good, or be that old man she called you with a stick up your ass and make her feel like shit. No pressure though. See for dinner, I’m going to beat the shit out of Sam,” Bucky stood up.

“What’d he do?”

“Nothing,” with that Bucky left. 

Steve sat there on his bed conflicted. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do. All he knows is that you’re a beautiful girl and Steve wants nothing more than to show you; he knows you'd be more than willing to let him have his way with you. But on the contrary, you are too young. There are tons of guys who would be so lucky to call you theirs; and they’re your age. 

Then again, Steve can’t even imagine another man putting his hands on you. They’d never be able to pleasure you like he could. Ugh, but you called him an old man! Fuck this, Steve thought, I’m taking a nap.

-

You sat in your room busying yourself with facts about the war. You cried about the horrid things that happened, terrified that people that live in the world. You were even more shocked that Bucky and Steve lived through that. 

You glanced at the clock noticing the many hours that had passed you. It was sundown which usually meant Wanda was going to come by any minute-

“What do you want for dinner?” There she is. 

“Uh, I’m not sure. Haven't had much time to think about it,” you said lifting your laptop.

“Did Steve come?”

“I don’t know but he came pretty close,” you said snarkily. When he left about 5 minutes after you had to change your panties because you couldn’t focus on the report with arousal dripping out of you. 

“What the hell does that mean?” Wanda sat on your bed. You told what happened when Steve came by, how innocent everything seemed until it wasn’t. Wanda was rolling on your bed in laughter, snorting at your frustration. 

“Wandaaa,” you whined. 

“Sorry, sorry. But I’m confused,” she cooled down.

“What’s there to be confused about; Steve Rogers is a fucking tease,” you grunted. 

“I thought this is what you want. He clearly seems to like you back,” she said. 

“I don’t know it’s just-”

“Just what?”

“It’s not exactly clear whether he likes me or just wants some young, fresh meat. He didn’t say he liked me back.”

“Did you say you liked him in the first place?”

“No.” Wanda sighed at your answer. Were you overreacting?

“Y/n, I’ve known Steve for a long time and he’s not that kinda guy.”

“People change.”

“Y/n-”

“I just wish it stayed like a little stupid crush, because then I wouldn’t have to worry about my heart getting broken like that; worrying whether it’s real or not. Pining hurts so good, it’s comfortable.”

“Well, on a lighter note, how’s the report?” Wanda changed the subject so you wouldn’t feel bad anymore.

“I’m almost done, I think I’m gonna skip out on dinner. I’m really close to finishing,” you told her.

“Want me to bring you a plate?” she asked.

“Yes, please.”

-

Everyone sat at the table eating silently. Sam held an ice pack to his face because Bucky accidentally threw a rock at him; seriously it was an accident. Bucky threw the rock at his groin but Sam tripped back and the rock landed on his face. There are no hard feelings though, Sam said he was gonna get him and now Bucky’s arm is disabled and limp.

Steve stared at the seat across from him, it was the seat you always took next to Wanda. You weren’t here for dinner and he was wondering if it had something to do with him. Did he make you uncomfortable enough that you never want to see him? 

“She’s finishing her report,” Wanda said, her voice echoing in Steve’s head.

“Ooh what’s the gossip?” Nat said humorously seeing as Wanda’s eyes glowed red as did Steve’s. 

“Nothing,” Steve mumbled. 

“He was wondering where Y/n was?” Wanda said making Steve shoot daggers at her. 

“You miss your little girlfriend?” Sam joked.

“Shut it,” Steve growled.

“She never misses dinner. Where the brat?” Tony asked.

“She has a history report for a college class and she told me she was almost done and that she was gonna skip dinner,” Wanda explained.

No more questions were asked and everyone ate in peace. Small talk and laughter was exchanged appropriately but Steve couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you lied to Wanda to get out of dinner. What if you hate him now? What if you were creeped out by him now? Fuck.

“Steve your plate?” Wanda asked him. 

“Oh sorry, I’m finished. Thank you,” he handed her the plate of picked food. 

“Y/n, asked me if I could bring her a plate when we were finished.”

Steve simply looked puzzled at her. 

“Take this. And don’t break her heart,” she said handing him your plate. 

“I would never,” he said.

“Don’t tell me, tell her.”

Steve walked hesitantly up to your room. He knocked careful not to disturb you. He heard you shout, giving him access to your room and he found you laying on your stomach typing away on your laptop while cartoons played lowly on the TV.

“I brought your dinner,” he said softly.

“Thank you! Ugh, I’m starving but I swear I have like two sentences.”

He smiled and placed your food on your bedside before sitting on the bed with you. He watched your face carefully memorizing the smallest things about you that he’s never really noticed before. He noticed the dryness of your lips because you bit them whenever you were immensely focused just as now. 

He admired the small creases between your eyebrows and the way you scrunched your nose. Your hair was a little crazy and he noticed you had changed since he’d last been with you. He thinks he knows why that is and if it was true, he felt a sense of pride almost. Imagine if he really got to touch the way he wants. How ruined you would be. 

“Steve?” you asked.

“I’m sorry?” he asked.

“Are you ok?” you smiled awkwardly. 

“Oh uh, yeah. I’m ok.”

You ate quietly, eyes trained on the TV and Steve felt out of place. He went to stand up but you placed your food down and called after him.

“Where are you going?” you asked.

“I didn’t think you wanted me here anymore,” he said softly. 

“But, but you said to come find you when I finish my report. You’re already here,” you said shyly.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think-”

“I was a good girl and finished,” you said innocently biting your lip.

“Y/n,” Steve sighed. 

“What?” Oh no, you guessed it. He doesn’t actually like you and he's just messing with you.

“Hey look at me,” Steve grabbed your chin softly. You didn’t want to but you ultimately did.

“I want nothing more than to reward you for being a good girl but I can’t,” he said sadly.

“It's because I’m too young, isn’t it,” you whined. 

“I can’t do that to you. You have your whole life ahead of you, sweetheart. An old man like me shouldn’t keep you back like this,” he said.

“You’re not keeping anywhere, I’m an Avenger just like you. I don’t have anybody else. I’m only going to college because Tony’s paying for it and I took this stupid histroy class because I wanted to know more about what life was like for you. Because I like you,” you said. 

“Y/n, you can have anyone and you’re choosing me?” he chuckled.

“Yes, guys my age don’t even know where the clit is!” you shouted exasperated.

“Show them,” he said stupidly.

“Ah, yes. Because a twenty-two year old college frat boy is gonna wanna listen to you tell him how to have sex,” you said squinting your eyes, making Steve chuckle.

“I don’t want a guy my age, I want you.”

Steve cupped your face softly and you leaned into his hand with a childish pout. Steve smiled at you and your pout turned into a smile too. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, babygirl,” he sighed, pushing you down to lay on the bed.

“Not if you die from a stroke first old man,” you cracked. 

Steve wrapped his large hand around your neck bringing his face dangerously close yours.

“Smart mouth, and to think I was about to reward you.”

His voice gave you chills and you audibly whimpered under him. Steve pressed his leg between your thighs and your body shudder feeling his muscular thigh firmly pressed against your core.

“Fuck,” your voice shook.

“Does that feel good?” he asked mockingly, he knows what he’s doing.

“Yes, Stevie,” you whimpered.

“Fuck, you sound sweet whimpering and shaking under me. Almost feel kinda bad.”

His hand squeezed a bit harder and your body melted into the bed. He leaned down and kissed for the first time. Your eyes opened wide before fluttering closed again wallowing in his kiss. Your hand moved from his forearm to his face cupping it gently and your lips moved against his impeccably. 

His lips faltered and trailed down your throat, his hand pulling your hair gently to move your head back to give him more room. He nipped and bit at your throat hungrily before soothing his marks with his tongue. His hands sneaked up your shirt, his fingertips grazing the skin under your breasts. He could feel the chills that rose all over your skin and he chuckled darkly in your ear. 

“Is this ok?” he asked softly tugging the waistband of your shorts. 

“Yes, please,” you moaned. 

Steve pulled them down little by little pressing kisses to every new part of exposed skin. He littered your hip bones and thighs with light bruises and bites. You were practically dripping in arousal, toes curling under themselves anticipating Steve’s next move.

He stood up at the edge of the bed keeping his eyes trained on yours, slowly unbuckling his belt. He pulled his pants down showing off his very impressive length. He gripped with his hand pumping it softly. He grabbed your ankle with his other hand and pulled you close to the edge of the bed.

“Lay on your stomach, babygirl,” Steve directed.

You eagerly flipped over, pushing your ass up to the air. Steve smiled at your ambition and gently rubbed your cheeks you put up for him. He pumped his cock a few times before lining himself up with you. 

“Fuck, you gonna be my good girl?” he asked seductively.

“Yeah, fuck. Stevie, fuck me good,” you moaned. 

“Open up those pretty legs for me, will ya?” Steve smirked. You spread your legs wider and arched your back more. When Steve finally pushed past your entrance, you felt so full. 

“You gotta breathe baby,” Steve soothed. 

“Sorry, you’re just… so big,” you whimpered.

“I know baby but you're taking my cock so well, you're being such a good fucking girl.”

“Steve!” you squeaked. 

Steve snapped his hips in and out of you rapidly and you couldn’t help the high-pitched moans that escaped your mouth. Steve gripped your hips harshly, forming littles red and purple marks on your hip bones that you’ll have to admire tomorrow morning. 

You gasped and moaned at the feeling of Steve’s cock driving into you and you couldn’t hold back any longer. 

“Stevie, I’m gonna come! Fuck, I can’t hold it. Please daddy let me come!”

“Come on pretty baby, come for daddy. Make a mess all over my cock like a good girl,” he groaned above you.

Your body trembled and your arms fell forward as you nearly screamed Steve’s name in pure ecstasy. You breathed heavily but Steve wasn’t done with you yet. He pulled his still ever hard dick out of you momentarily to rid his shirt. He walked to the side of the bed and sat comfortably with his back against the headboard. 

“Come here baby girl. I know you’re tired but I think you pull one more for me, yeah?” his voice was silky. 

You whimpered and tried your best to sit up all the way, crawling desperately over to Steve. He kissed you softly before slowly pulling the hem of your shirt over your head to expose your breasts fully to him. 

“Fuck, you are just too beautiful, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear, his voice raspy making your body shudder above him. 

His hands roamed your body; smoothing over your ribs, your hips to your thighs, back to hips against pulling you impossibly closer to him. His lips again just as before nipped and pecked the skin along your neck and collarbones and you could resist the small whimpers you made. 

“Steve,” you moaned.

“I got ya, baby. I’m right here.”

You looked into his lust blown eyes before kissing him messily. Your age divulges your experience but Steve couldn't care less. You lifted your hips for him and he lined himself once again to your entrance. 

Your arousal made it easier this time around and you were able to fully bask in the feeling and pleasure from Steve’s length. You hastily moved your hips around, back and forth, the position completely new to you. You felt erotic and confident and Steve’s kisses and praises did nothing but egg you on. 

“You're doing so good, my love. God, you keep clenching me like that and I’m gonna blow,” he moaned.

“Please, Stevie. I want to make you feel good,” you encouraged.

“You already are, don’t even worry about that,” he smirked.

Your hands gripped at his shoulders hard, nails digging into his pale skin. Your clit rubbed against his pelvis and soon enough you felt another orgasm approaching quickly. As you grew tired, Steve’s hands went to your cheeks and aided you in moving back and forth.

Your arms gave out again and you fell against Steve's torso still thrusting your hips back and forth with his help. The pressure built rapidly in your lower stomach and you couldn’t hold it again. 

“Steve,” you moaned. 

“I know, just hold on, please. I wanna come with you; I’m almost there,” he gasped. 

You held back as long as you but soon enough your body shook against Steve, desperate to release everything you have in you. In an attempt to distract yourself momentarily, you treated Steve the same by nipping and kissing the skin of his neck and shoulder. Your hands combing into his hair, tugging on his short blonde hair. 

“Ok, go ahead babygirl,” he grunted, “Fuck!”

“Ugh, Steve!” you couldn’t help but sink your teeth into his shoulder. Ecstasy waved over you and you feel euphoric. Your body trembled from intensity and Steve whispered soft praises in your ear. His words soothed you and your eyes felt heavy. Steve tracing little patterns on the small of your back did not help your tired case. 

“I gotta clean you up, sweetheart,” Steve whispered, you could hear the smile in his voice.

“No, stay with me, please,” you whined. 

“I promise I’ll be back,” he chuckled.

“Hm,” you huffed.

You slowly rolled off of Steve and he practically ran to your bathroom emerging with a warm wet towel in hand. You laid limply on the bed, your breathing slowly returning to normal. Steve kissed your stomach and hips softly as he cleaned between your thighs gently. He went back to the bathroom and cleaned himself up as well.

“Come back,” you whined, making him chuckle.

“Yay,” you cheered softly when he did.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?” 

“Mh-hm,” you nodded tiredly.

“I freaking love you,” you said, hiking your leg over to lay on top of him again. You nuzzled your nose in the crook of his neck.

“You do?”

“Yeah.” There was a slight moment of pause.

“Do you love me?” your voice crack and tears brimmed your eyes.

“I shouldn’t…” he started. His heart nearly broke when you looked up at him with teary eyes; afraid he would say he didn’t and you fell in love just to get your heart broken.

“But I do,” he finally said.

“Thanks,” you sniffled, making Steve smile.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he kissed the top of your head. 

“I love you too, old man.”

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The next morning, Steve slipped out of bed while you were still asleep, you looked so beautiful and peaceful. It took everything in him not to just crawl back into bed with you but Steve had a couple things to do and it was already past eight. He promised to himself that he was gonna come back before you wake up.

So he softly closed the door before immediately running around the compound filing paperwork, directing agents and trainees, meeting with Nick Fury, and lastly making breakfast for you and him. Wanda, Bucky, and Sam all sat at the counter eating bowls of cereal watching Steve frantically run around the kitchen making breakfast. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Bucky spoke up. 

“I’m making breakfast,” Steve momentarily stopped to say. 

“Ok, but why are you freaking out like that? You’re running around like a crazy person.”

“I have to make it before-” Steve stopped himself. He didn't know whether or not he should say anything, whether you were comfortable with others knowing yet. 

“What did you do?” Wanda said, smiling like an idiot.

“Nothing, I’m just really hungry and I need to make breakfast before I starve,” he said.

“Really?”  Bucky said.

“Yeah.”

“Where’s Y/n?”

“She’s aslee-” Steve stopped himself again.

The three at the counter bursted into a fit of laughter at Steve’s slip up and he just simply rolled his eyes before finally plating the food and running upstairs. Not without flipping the three still laughing off. 

He slowly opened the door finding you still asleep in bed. He smiled at your beautiful form illuminated by the golden rays of the sun peeking through the curtains. He placed the food on your table before sitting on the bed, his hands softly running up and down your side to slowly wake you. 

Your eyes fluttered open and upon seeing Steve’s gorgeous face you smiled. 

“Good morning, old man,” you grinned cheekily. 

“When are you let that go?” he shook his head.

“Never,” you winked.

“I brought you food, pretty girl.”

“Thank you,” you sat up covering yourself. You ate the food he made for you and made grabby hands for him to cuddle you. He laughed before crawling back into bed with you. You made a face though before he got fully under the covers and he gave a puzzled look.

“What?”

“Why are you all dressed?”

“I had a couple things to do this morning and then I made you breakfast. I couldn’t walk around in my birthday suit,” he laughed.

“Hm, fine. I’ll give you a pass,” you said making him chuckle, “Can you at least take your shirt off again?”

He smiled cheekily before getting up and taking his shirt and pants off leaving him in his boxers. You cheered making him laugh even harder before he dived into bed cuddling you extra close. His strong arms wrapping safely around you and his legs entangling themselves with yours. 

You kissed him one last time before grabbing your TV remote and turning on the TV to watch cartoons.

“You know sometimes you really are a kid,” Steve snickered.

“Yeah grandpa? What about this,” you fluffed his beard that specks of grey hairs.

“Do I need to show my old man moves again?” he smirked.

“Yeah, I think you oughta,” you winked before Steve threw the covers kissing your stomach all the way to your core. You gotta admit, the old man’s got some moves. 

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Catch Me If You Can (Dean X Reader)

Authors Note: Hello, and welcome all! As per usual now I welcome feedback, but please be nice. Other than that I think that I am going to fully commit to posting at least 2 or 3 times a week if not more. But I thought I should throw that out there.

Summary: Basically you and Dean have a play fighting match and you win. This leads to some flirty action and eventually some more fun! This is more of a fun fluff, but there isn't too much lovey dovey stuff, just playing around.

Word Count: 982

Today was supposed to be a relaxing, normal day. Well as normal as it could be considering you lived and hunted with Sam and Dean Winchester. But all things considered It could be worse,you were only trying to prove dominance to the boys. Being a girl, you constantly felt the need that you could play the boys games, this led you to where you were now.

“Y/N you are obviously weaker than me, it's nothing against you, but I am a man and my muscles are like twice the size of your arms.” Dean said in a joking tone, not realizing that it affected you.

“Fine then, if you think you are so much stronger than me I challenge you to a fight!” You declare, thinking you could possibly manage to take down the hunter.

“Are you kidding me?” Dean asked

“No, I want to fight you! I think I can kick your ass.” You respond.

“Fine then, but first we should get Sam, we need a judge to declare me the winner” he said in a sassy huff.

“Ok!” you say firmly.

In your mind you thought this was a stupid idea, but it would be funny. You had a plan, it was a brilliant plan. Dean thought brute force was the way to win, but you knew his moves and how to avoid them. Suddenly Dean entered the room, Sam in tow behind him. 

“Are you two really gonna do this? I don’t want to be dragging either one of you to the hospital.” Sam said with a sigh of exasperation. 

“Yeah, but don’t worry i won’t be the one crying by the end of this” You say eyeing up Dean and getting ready to tackle him.

“Bring it on sweetheart.” Dean challenges, narrowing his eyes and getting ready to come at you.

“Fine, 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . GO!” Sam yells, waving his hand in the air.

With that you and Dean ran at each other, he tackled you to the hard ground with a thump. It hurt but not that bad, you guys were playing with each other. He pinned you to the ground almost immediately but before he could get both of you hand you managed to maneuver your legs so that you could thrust your hips and throw Dean completely off of you. Taking this moment of opportunity you crawled to your feet and so did he. 

The next time he came at you, you were ready. Side stepping his attack, you followed him as he stumbled slightly. You had him, this was your chance! Jumping on his back you quickly put him in a choke hold that he couldn’t get out of. This was your shining moment.

“And Y/N outsmarts Dean! Ladies and gents we have ourselves a winner!” Sam yells, proud he taught you well.

Dean tapped your arm and you let him out of the hold. With a beaming smile, you hopped off his back and looked at him.

“You were lucky” he grumbled

“I just know your moves good sir.” You reply.

“Finee,” Dean says. 

“Well now that this is over I am going back to my room” Sam said with a small smile.

“Heyyy, no hard feelings Deanie, we are still good” You say, lightly punching his shoulder as you walk off.

“Yeah, I suppose, but I almost had you pinned there.” Dean said, smirking and giving you a wink. 

“Well maybe you could pin me down somewhere else” You say before disappearing, leaving Dean shocked.

You and Dean had always teased eachother like that but for some reason this time Dean couldn’t help but let his mind wander.

~The Next Day

“Hey Y/N” Dean said, standing in the door frame of your room.

“Hey. What's up Deanie?” You ask, closing your laptop and looking over at Dean

“I have to ask you something,” He said.

“Okkkkk, well come in and spit it out” You respond

“So about yesterday . . . I was wondering if you meant what you said”

“Meant what? The no hard feelings part?” 

“No” He started “The part about pinning you down somewhere else”

“Dean, are you asking me if I want to fuck you?” You ask with a smile on your face, which has turned slightly red at this point

“Well, I mean yeah . . . I guess that's what I’m asking” He said, moving his hand to rub the back of his neck

“Well . . . realistically . . . yeah. But I don’t do one night stands with friends just so you know.” You respond, waiting for some sort of response.

“OK, well that answer’s my question.” Dean said, moving to walk out of your room

“Hey! Get your butt back in here. You can’t just do that.”

“Do what? I had a question and you answered it.” He responded, moving back into the room to look at you.

“You can’t just walk in, ask if I would want to fuck you and then leave, you have to explain yourself.” You explain, waiting with baited breath for a response.

“Um, well I was wondering because I didn’t know if you actually liked me in such a way . . . I was going to ask you out.” Dean said, looking down at his boots, Losing the usual blinding confidence.

“Dean, look at me.” You say, waiting for him to listen before you say anything else. “I would love to go on a date with you, but only if you're sure this wouldn’t ruin the friendship that we already have.”

“Really?” He asked baffled

“Yeah” you say, standing up and moving over to him. 

Knowing full well this would make him blush, you kissed him, and immediately ran past him down the hall.

“If you want another, you're gonna have to catch me” You yell, already a good 20 feet or so ahead of him. And with that, Dean smiled and took off after you.

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