#struggles to hold in the absolute fucking RAGE he has with you

[queers-gambit]

Damage Done

prompt: The Winter Soldier is activated and Bucky's lover is unlucky enough to be in proximity.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Widow!reader

fandom masterlist: Marvel

word count: 5.4k+

note: oh, wow, Cherry wrote Bucky NOT in a Mafia AU?

warnings: takes place during Civil War, absolutely no plot - author just doesn't know how to shut the fuck up. cursing, violence, established relationship, small angst, injury, blood, hurt and comfort, Winter Soldier antics, choking, abrupt ending, maybe domestic violence? it's the WS.

it's really not that bad, it's not terribly descriptive but still tread carefully if triggered by these topics.

"Keep them together," Agent Everett Ross commanded, a little man with a raging Napoleon Complex, gesturing at you and Bucky; the latter held in mobile, restrictive captivity. "He doesn't play nice if he doesn't see her, or so it's said," his eyes rolled.

"You're making a huge mistake!" You barked, struggling in the restraints they had you wrapped in.

"No, I don't think so," he sneered, approaching you as Bucky's unit kept moving. "I think the mistake was letting you out of anyone's sight. Tell me, how long have you been in cahoots with the Winter Soldier?"

"He's not the Winter Soldier anymore, you jackass, he's a person! A real, live human being! His name's James but he prefers Bucky! He likes plums," you were yanked away, still snarling, "his favorite color is blue, likes motorcycles, he has real guilt over his past transgressions, and you've got the wrong guy!"

"Oh, right, like you're the best judge of character," Ross laughed.

"Natasha! Nat! Fucking tell him!" You pleaded, struggling in the hold of the men who kept iron clad restraint on you and were starting to drag you away. "You've got the wrong guy! Bucky didn't do this! I wouldn't lie - not to you, Natasha! Tell him!"

"That's touching, really sweet," Ross mocked, rolling his eyes as you were finally overpowered and lead away.

"Hang on a second," Nat muttered, sharing a look with Tony. "Was her DNA or facial recognition anywhere at the UN? Anywhere near where the bomb was set off?"

"What's that matter - "

"Since they met, they've not parted ways," Nat spelled out. "He won't go anywhere without her - you, yourself, are keeping them together for interrogation - "

"It's just easier," Ross scoffed.

"No, you know..." She blinked in confusion, "You know, Bucky won't talk unless she's there - you know he'll be ten times as difficult if she's not in the room."

"So?"

"So, in the past two years, have you heard about him without her? Have you seen her without him?"

"Nobody's seen or heard from either of them," Ross shook his head.

"Exactly," she nodded, lungs tightening with nerves. "If you can't find evidence of her being in Vienna... Bucky might not be your guy... Besides, they're both trained to avoid cameras - "

"Mistakes are made," Ross waved off.

"Not by two highly trained assassins like them," she snapped. "Check the files, go back - look! Actually look, run her scans through facial recognition - if you don't find her, it wasn't Bucky."

"You're so sure?" Tony asked skeptically.

"I know her," Natasha nodded, "better than anyone. She's as good as my sister, she's as good as blood. I know her. I know she wouldn't run this risk - "

"Then you also know she wouldn't get caught," Ross laughed.

"Neither would Bucky."

The silence stretched, but Ross was stubborn; sneering at the Avengers and taking his leave with his own plan of action in mind. He left Tony and Natasha to deal with Sam and Steve as he went to observe the interrogation. When he got before the monitors, he watched as it took four different men to restrain you enough to hoist your locks up the wall until they were clicked in place by ultra-strength magnets.

You jostled, feeling the full extent of your containment, grunting when the pipe you were connected to shocked your entire system into submission. Everett Ross smirked at your pain; watching your tongue swipe over your teeth, arms high above your head, readjusting your weight in your feet, but otherwise, not moving.

Ross heard Bucky ask quietly, his eyes watching you carefully from inside the reinforced cell, "You okay, doll?"

"Looks like they learned from last time," you grit, the cuffs around your wrists electrified; charring your skin, making you grimace slightly in a veiled attempt to hide your pain from your lover.

"Don't fight, you'll make it worse," he advised softly, frowning, eyes glassy from restrained emotion.

"They could've at least put me in a bit more comfortable position," you sneered, glaring up at one of the cameras, shaking your head as if in disappointment.

"I don't think they want to play nice, sweetheart."

"Yeah, could've guessed that from when they arrested us," you shook your head, puckering your lips to gather the blood in your mouth; spitting it to the floor. "You good, baby?" You asked as the men who restrained you moved to plug in the power cell caging Bucky.

He nodded silently at you, bowing his head and letting his long locks curtain his face. You frowned, shifting again as you blindly felt your cuffs and designed a way to get free; watching the men stoically as they exited the room to make way for the psychologist. Your jaw clenched, the air smelling foul - alerting you that something wasn't quite right.

"Hello, Mr. Barnes," the accented man greeted casually, standing at a single table in front of Bucky, you off to the side; chains rattling as your defenses flared. The psychologist smirked and greeted you, too, assuring your real identity was known - something that Natasha released to the world about two years ago when HYDRA sent Bucky after Cap in DC. You didn't fault her, in fact, you respected her move, and after getting out of the blown-to-shit base, you had run into the Winter Soldier... Beginning your epic love story, both of you on the run from authorities and higher powers.

You smuggled Bucky out of the country, using fake aliases that had yet to see the light of day and therefor, wasn't released in the files Nat published during her takedown of the compromised S.H.I.E.L.D. agency. He was appreciative, pondering how he was meant to go forward in a world he didn't know; so, you agreed to stick around for a bit to help settle him, and that bit turned into a couple of years - the two of you inseparable.

There was an incident in London that almost exposed you, but instead, it just shined a light on your new partnership. Captain American, Nat, Sam, shit - even Tony Stark himself was unable to catch up; your trail going cold, Nat knowing your Widow training was running the show and keeping you safe. Granted, she probably could've unraveled the web you had weaved - but the truth was, she didn't want to. So, she kept quiet. Leading you all here...

"I've been sent by the United Nations to evaluate you both," the man you'd come to know as Helmut Zemo continued; playing his part very well, but not well enough to convince you of his innocence. Something about the man rubbed you the wrong way. "Do you mind if I sit?" He asked politely, feigning like you two had a choice. When he did, Zemo continued, "Your first name is James?"

He noted the way Bucky and you shared a look, both remaining silent. Zemo tried to assure, "I'm not here to judge you - either of you. I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are, James?" Continued silence, your head subtly shaking - an act only Bucky clocked. "I can't help you if you don't talk to me, James."

"My name is Bucky," he croaked, your sigh echoing around the room.

"Hm," Zemo nodded, "I take it, she doesn't want you to talk?"

"She wants me safe," Bucky answered stiffly.

"That is admirable," the psychologist offered kindly, "a great display of love, is it not?"

"Jesus Christ," you shook your head, offering a glare, "you went through all that schooling to ask stupid fucking questions? Might wanna get your money back."

Zemo chuckled after humming, "I am merely trying to establish the connection you two share. I hear it is rare to find one without the other, that you two have become, uh, joined at the hip?"

"I protect her," Bucky offered, sharing a long look with you, "and she protects me."

"An equal partnership, would you say?"

"Yes."

"Buck," you warned, wrists twisting to hold the cuffs; being zapped, making your jaw clench and the veins in your neck to bulge.

"It's all right," his voice sounded like it was being put through a grater. "We're caught, doll, it's all right."

You huffed, eyeing Zemo as his eyes flickered between you two. He nodded, making a note in his little book, "I was warned that you would be unwilling to cooperate without her present. Why is that?"

"She keeps me safe."

Zemo hummed, "So you've said, and yet... Here you both are..." You were ready to lash out, but the doctor changed course, "Tell me, Bucky. You've seen a great deal, haven't you?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." Your restraints zapped you again when you jolted forward as if to physically silence Zemo, Bucky's head snapping over and his eyes drooping in sympathy. "Told you not to move, it'll only get worse," he told you softly.

"He's asking questions that will get him killed," you snarled, gritting your teeth as the electric currents seized most of your energy. But it was worth it, finding a little weak spot and letting your mind devise a specific plan.

"You fear," Zemo continued, "that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. I feel it is safe to assume, uh, your lady is privy to your past experiences? Perhaps, you two have shared a couple?"

"Just leave her out of this," Bucky pleaded.

"Don't worry," he assured you both, tapping something on his tablet before looking back at Bucky with a sick recognition. "We only have to talk about one. One mission... That I know you," he nodded at you, "were not present for."

"Kinda game you playin', Doc?" You sneered. "Think anything he says will change my opinion about him?"

"No, no, I know your relationship is too strong for that," Zemo smiled. "So, it's not so much what he will say... But what he will do..."

"The fuck does that - "

But then, the lights went out; darkening the room save for the lights individual to Bucky's holding cell. You perked up, the electric currents halting as the cuffs died with the power and gave you an opportunity to begin working on your escape. As red panic lights flickered, Bucky questioned, "What the hell is this?"

"Why don't we discuss your home?" Zemo offered. "Not Romania. Certainly not Brooklyn, no," he reached into his satchel, revealing a red notebook the world thought long lost... Buried in snow... Forgotten in time. "I mean, your real home," Zemo removed his glasses as you frantically started working.

"No, no, no, no, no, hey, hey, hey, don't - fuck!" You grit, trying harder to free yourself. "Bucky - Bucky, don't listen - ah, Goddamnit!"

The man you now understood to be a fake psychologist stood with a little flashlight, opening the red notebook, and began repeating words in Russian that would activate the decommissioned Winter Soldier. Bucky had told you all about these words, begging you to provide a shield against them should they ever be uttered again; but you had prior knowledge, the Winter Soldier someone you had been debriefed on during your time with other secret agencies.

"Longing."

"No," Bucky whispered, head tilting back in panic as he felt his stomach curl in a familiar pattern.

"Bucky - don't fucking listen, please!" You begged, still working to free yourself.

"Rusted."

"Stop," Bucky pleaded, sounding in pain.

"Don't do this!" You pleaded to Zemo. "You're fucking hurting him, please, stop!"

"Seventeen."

"Stop!" Bucky barked, his vibranium hand clenching in anger and pain; the entire arm whirring from the flex of his muscle. He began to pant, a deep growl emitting above your panicked whimpers.

"Daybreak!"

"You have no idea what you're doing!" You raged, Bucky screaming in pain as his mind was forcibly sunk back into dark recesses of his past. "Don't - Bucky, baby, listen to me - don't fucking listen to him, please, please, baby, don't do this!"

He screamed, breaking free of the iron restraints that kept him seated in the reinforced, mobile cell. "Furnace!" Zemo continued, ignoring the pain and panic you and Bucky were both thrown into.

"Fucking stop, please! You don't understand!" You begged, freeing one hand and working in vain to unlatch the other. Bucky was out of his seat, anger coursing like a palpable rain over you all - him screaming as his metal arm worked to pound into the strengthened glass surrounding him.

"Nine!"

"Bucky, please, baby, please, don't do this!" You tried a new tactic, hoping you were enough to cut through the brainwashing - but how silly to imagine. Decades of trauma was washing over Bucky again and your little words couldn't cut through the barricades of his mind.

"Benign!"

"You stupid fucking little man!"

Zemo rounded around the cell, Bucky still pounding away at the glass. "Homecoming! One!"

"DON'T!"

"Freight car!"

You whimpered in fear when Bucky punched the entire door off the hinges, freeing him at last; but the words were spoken, the damage done. He crouched on the floor, Zemo pausing to take in the sight, slowly approaching Bucky as he stood upright; the jangling of your chains louder and more frantic as you tried to free your last wrist.

"Jesus Christ," you whispered, trying to divide focus between the two tasks of freeing yourself and protecting Bucky - but being terribly unsuccessful as you watched Zemo stand in front of your dead-eyed boyfriend.

What a ridiculous, mundane label to assign someone like Bucky.

In Russian, Zemo questioned, "Soldier?"

And in Russian, the man you loved answered, "Ready to comply."

Zemo demanded in English, "Mission report. December 16, 1991."

You whimpered in fear, listening to Bucky give the report that would haunt you for years to come. Just as he finished, you managed to get out of the cuffs, but the clanging of your freed restraints caught Zemo's attention - who smirked with abundant cruelty. "Don't," you warned, backing out of the room just as officers began to flood it.

It was a brutal fight, trying to stave off Bucky once in his Winter Soldier mindset. You grunted as he engaged you, men dead at your feet - the lucky ones just knocked out. You grit your teeth, trying to defend yourself as Bucky operated mechanically; doing what you could to protect yourself, but it wasn't enough.

Blows landed, punching and kicking one another in an equal match of strength and stamina.

"Seize her," Zemo demanded, and in the next moment, Bucky had you by the neck; an effort that made you wheeze and claw at his bionic hand.

"Bucky," you begged. "Baby - baby - it's me, it's me, please, don't, it's me! Don't do this, baby, please, come back to me. Come back!" You struggled in his grip, trying to pry his hand open, "Baby, please, please, come back to me," spit drooled from your lips as he squeezed tighter. "This isn't you!" You managed to squeeze out, tears surfacing. "Not anymore, don't let them win!"

"Shut her up, Solider," Zemo commanded in Russian, your eyes widening and trying to beg Bucky again before he was sending you into a wall. He marched up to you, grabbing your hair, and surging his balled up metal fist directly into the bridge of your nose, breaking it, head jolting backwards, and effectively knocking you out.

When you came back into consciousness, it was to Steve's worried face; his hands caressing your cheeks and begging, "You all right?"

"Fucking hell," you winced, reaching up to prod the tender spot on your head; revealing blood.

"Got your ass kicked, huh?" He frowned.

"Watch your language, Cap," you smirked, wincing when your face throbbed. "Shit, how bad is it?"

He looked you over, offering, "Definitely a broken nose."

"Goddamnit - where is he? Where's Bucky?"

"Help me," a voice pleaded from the next room, Zemo playing his part by splaying out on the floor like bait.

"Don't trust him, something ain't right about him, Steve," you whispered, waving him on as you sluggishly hoisted yourself up the wall to lean against it. "Kept asking about Siberia, asking about shit nobody should actually know."

"Get yourself safe," Steve told you swiftly, nodding at Sam; who was checking on the status of the other bodies around you.

"Just find him, Steve, he's lost in his own mind - a threat to himself," you panted, slowly standing.

"I know - "

"You don't know," you shook your head, wiping a trickle of blood from your temple, "but you're gonna have to do more than understand him right now, Steve."

"I've got this," he promised, watching you nod and limp away. You had just missed the action, Bucky overpowering both Sam and Steve; getting to a safety landing and running into Natasha, Tony, and Agent Sharon Carter.

"We'll hash our bullshit out later," you panted, "but for now - "

You heard a commotion behind you, flinching out of sight when Bucky made himself known and began taking down rogue agents unlucky enough to stand before the Winter Soldier.

"He have an off switch?" Nat asked.

"Not that I've found," you frowned. "Split up."

Tony tried to engage Bucky first, using a mobile Iron Man device he wore on his wrist that used sonics to disorient Bucky. It only worked to a small extent, the two exchanging a few blows, Bucky firing a bullet at Tony's face at pointblank range that was saved by his technologically advanced glasses. Bucky got the upper hand, sending Tony flying back, letting Sharon and Nat attack.

He disposed of them both easily, stumbling when you caught him off guard and wrapped your legs around him. Normally, you'd do anything to have your legs around him - but this wasn't one of those times. You exchanged several punches, blocking one another, going for disarming hits but being of equal challenge; leaving small cuts and blooming bruises on each other as if to prove the engagement. Natasha rejoined the fight, two Widows showing Bucky up on a few instances, but he was heaving her across the room as you swung onto his shoulders in an impressive acrobatic move.

You heaved your fists down in a repeated fashion on the top of his head, Bucky charging at one of the cafe tables; slamming you down and choking you again with his metal hand. Both your hands held his, legs up around his neck to try to keep him at a distance for relief on your windpipe.

Through a strangled breath, you managed, "You could at least recognize me!"

"Who said I don't?" He growled, reaching out to snap a piece of wood from a chair.

You tried to regain normal breath, wheezing, "This isn't you, baby, you are not this person anymore - you're not a psychotic, robot killer! You're a man - please!"

"You don't know a damn thing about me," he seethed.

"I know everything about you," you strangled, "and I know this isn't you. Come back to me, baby, please! Y-You can't let the demons win, Buck, please - fucking listen to me!" But he only raised the wooden shaft above his head. "BUCKY, DON'T!"

"Who the hell is Bucky?"

You cried out shrilly when he jabbed the sharp wood into your shoulder, staking you to the table just as King T'Challa rushed onto the scene and stole your brainwashed boyfriend's attention. You hissed in pain, trying to yank the wood free but being unsuccessful; resulting in blood to splatter onto the tiled floor.

Hearing someone pant your name, you caught a glimpse of red and knew it was Nat, her face worried over yours a moment later. "Where's Bucky?" You coughed and winced in pain.

"Goin' up by the looks of it," she informed, "now hang on, this is gonna hurt. Want a belt to bite?"

"No, just do it, get it done, please," you panted, bracing yourself, and suddenly, without warning, your companion heaved the piercing shaft free from your flesh. Naturally, you cried out, groaning and clenching your jaw so tight, it nearly crushed your teeth into dust.

"Hey, you seen..." Sam arrived on scene, taking in your injury, "Holy shit, you good?"

"Yeah," you grunted, stumbling to your feet as blood bloomed into a bigger, brighter blemish on your tactical shirt. "We gotta go, Sam, we should get outta here."

"Hang on," Nat paused you two, your opposite hand holding your wound; her hands occupied by a smart device, "looks like Bucky tried to highjack a helicopter. Steve stopped him, but it resulted in them all crashing in the river."

"Shit," Sam breathed. "We gotta go find them."

"We need to get outta here, you know, away from the cops and agents," your head shook. "Get somewhere safe, away from this catastrophe. We'll regroup with Steve."

"Go," Nat permitted, "I won't say a word."

"You're one of a kind, Nat," you praised, pecking her cheek. "Let's go, Sam. And grab that First Aid kit," you pointed to the wall where the white box was mounted. He agreed and you lead the way out of the facility.

Bucky groaned as he woke up, head lulling back before realizing he couldn't move his metal arm; finding it clamped in industrial weights. Sam called you both to attention, but while Steve jogged over, you remained in your place out of sheer distress.

You only vaguely listened to the conversation, hands trembling as your shoulder was bandaged to prevent further injury or infection. You did what you could to patch up any injury, and when you heard your name, you dialed in; Bucky asking, "Where is she? Is she okay?"

"You don't remember?" Sam sneered.

"No..."

"You stabbed her," the Falcon growled.

"What? N-No, I-I-I couldn't've - I wouldn't!"

"You did," Steve confirmed, pity coloring his words. "Punched her out pretty well, choked her, too. Broke her nose..."

"Please - Steve, please, tell me I didn't."

"I'm sorry, Buck."

"That why she's not here? She's in a hospital?"

"Actually, no," Sam trailed, "she's just in the other room."

"She didn't want to come here?"

Steve sighed as Sam informed, "Don't think she wants to see you right now, man."

"I didn't mean to hurt her."

"We know," Steve swiftly promised, nodding his head. "She knows it, too, you just have to give her some time."

Bucky looked utterly defeated, murmuring, "I scared her. Oh, my God, I scared her..."

"Gotta agree with you there."

"Sam," Steve reprimanded. "Look, Buck, she'll come around."

You waited until the two men left Bucky alone to regroup and stratify a new course of action. Slowly and almost sheepishly, you entered where Bucky was being kept, steps silent but he heard you anyways. His blue eyes flashed in concern as he met your gaze, mouth opening and closing as if words failed him.

"Doll," he finally breathed, "a-are you all right?"

"I'm okay."

"Don't bullshit me, how hard did I hit you? Steve said I broke your nose, I-I'm so sorry, doll, please believe me. What'd I do to your shoulder? Is that where I stabbed you?"

"Buck," you sighed, slowly squatting in front of him, "I need you to take a breath and know that I understand you were not in your right state of mind. You were forcibly triggered and sent back into that way of thinking, I know it wasn't you."

"I still hurt you, I still did it."

"Did you, though?" Your head cocked, eyes narrowing slightly, "Because I know my Bucky wouldn't hurt me, would never dare lay a hand on me - but the Winter Solider is a different story. You didn't do this, Buck, you weren't you."

"I can smell the fear on you."

"Well, yeah, it fuckin' scared me. I tried to stop that fake doctor, I tried to help, tried to save you and keep your safe. I'm sorry I was too slow, that I failed."

"You didn't fail anything, sweetheart... I-I failed you, I broke my promise to never hurt you."

"No, you didn't. The Winter Solider did all that, not my Bucky."

He frowned, repeating to ask softly, "Your Bucky?"

"My Bucky - the kind, charismatic, impossibly stubborn, kind hearted man I've loved the past couple of years who always gives me the crispiest fries, who has nightmares, who loves me unconditionally despite what I, too, have done in my past. And you know what I was doing out there while Sam and Steve talked to you?"

"What's that, doll?"

"Understanding that loving someone means loving their flaws, accepting them exactly as they are. So, while, yes, the Winter Solider scares the fuck outta me, he's still part of you and I can't authentically love you if I reject the Soldier."

His head shook "Your kindness is wasted on me."

"I think you should let me decide what's a waste and what's not when it comes to my own energy and emotion."

"I'm just gonna end up hurting you again. You're better off without me, baby, you and I both know you're better off keeping your distance. You should get out now while you still can."

"Not gonna happen. 'Cause you know what else I realized?" You reached up to caress his cheek, "I trust you beyond reasonable doubt, I trust you even if I'm afraid of the Winter Solider. I should've been faster, I should've helped you more, but I was powerless against that red notebook."

"You and I, both..."

You pet the cheek you were holding. "Buck, I know it was scary, I know how it must've felt being forced back into that mindset, but I want you to know that I'm in this for the long haul - you're not gonna scare me off. Because I love you, Bucky, and every single part of you - whether choking me out or not. Whether I earn a broken nose or not."

"I'm so sorry. I-I can't believe I did that, I'm so sorry, I hate that I hurt you. I'm so sorry, baby, I can't - I can't even put it in words how much I regret putting you in that position."

You smirked, "See? The Winter Soldier has no remorse, but my Bucky does." You gingerly reached out to curl his hair behind his ear. "My Bucky apologizes and takes accountability. There's no reason to not love that man - especially when he deserves it so much. Hey? Hear me? You deserve to be loved, too, Buck."

"And you deserve a man who doesn't run the risk of being turned into a psycho killing machine over a few measly words."

"I deserve to love my best friend, so let me do that. Say whatever you want, try to push me away - but I'm like a boomerang, baby, I'll just come right back."

"What kinda man puts his best girl in that kinda position? Who hurts the most important person in his life?"

"A man who endured decades of abuse," you laid your hands on either of his thighs, "a man who wasn't allowed control of his own mind. I can't - no, no, I won't fault you for that, Buck. Today wasn't your fault and I'll remind you of that as often as it takes. Don't you dare feel guilty because you didn't do this to me, okay? You didn't put me in any position - that fake fucking doctor did this, Agent Ross did this, special ops put us here. You, my sweet boy, didn't do anything to be at fault. You were trapped, but look at you now - freed, level headed, talking to me."

His eyes gleamed with a sheen of emotion, staring at the bloodied bandage wrapping your shoulder wound before his eyes danced over the bruising and other aftermath of your injuries. "I could've killed you," he muttered, tears filling his eyes.

"But you didn't - and surprisingly, neither did the Winter Soldier. Maybe there was a part of you still alive, wanting to refuse orders and not actually hurt me."

"Perhaps," he frowned. "I'm still so sorry, doll, I hate that I did this to you. It never should've happened."

Your head nodded, "I know, baby, and listen - I forgive you. Yeah? Hear me? I forgive you, this is in the past."

"Are you sure about me? You sure you wanna do this? Knowing I could flip a switch and hurt you - maybe even worse than today?"

"I'm sure about you, Buck," you agreed. "I don't wanna be without you, so, sign me up for whatever's to come."

"You might regret that."

"The only thing I could ever regret is abandoning you. I don't want to do this without you - I love our life together. In any world, in any lifetime, I'd still choose you. There's nothing that would make me regret you - regret being with you."

"You sure? I don't want to make you do anything out of your comfort."

"I love you, Bucky, yes, I'm sure. No matter what damage you think you might've caused, whatever damage has been done, I promise, that's not the truth. There's nothing about you that I could regret."

"Well, all that's left now is to get to Siberia, stop the other Winter Soldiers."

"And figure out a way to free your mind once and for all... It's what you deserve," you told him softly, rocking to your knees to meet his forehead with yours and caressing his cheek again. When you heard approaching footsteps, you sighed and pulled away from him to stand and turn, spying Sam and Steve. "C'mon, Cap, get him outta this. He's not gonna attack anyone," you requested, gesturing where your boyfriend was trapped.

"You sure?" Sam asked stiffly. "He did a real number on you alone. Not to mention all the other agents and cops he took out back there."

"He's good," you snapped, perking your brows at Steve, "and you two would do well not to throw what happened in his face, it wasn't his fault. So c'mon, free him, he's not a wild animal."

Steve agreed and lifted the machinery from Bucky's prosthetic, him instantly snatching it back and massaging where the joint met metal. Bucky stood with a set stare at Sam and Steve, as if anticipating them to lunge at him. His throat constricted, swelled with emotion when you stepped in front of him - posing barrier between the two Avengers and himself.

"You still got that phone on you?" Steve asked you softly.

"I do."

"Is it still unregistered?"

"You know it is. Who're we calling?"

"Reinforcements. We're gonna need help now that the Avengers will be looking for us. We gotta get to Siberia."

"Here," you agreed, unlocking the device and handing it over. "Who's first on your list?"

"Any Avenger who didn't sign the Sokovia Accords."

When he walked away with Sam again, you turned to face your lover directly; staring into swirling storms of baby blues. "You still with me?" You asked softly, reaching up to caress his hair again to push it behind his ear.

"Always. Got my six?"

"You know I do, baby," you smirked, stepping into his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. "We'll figure this out, together."

"Together," he agreed, sighing deeply and returning your embrace tightly. His flesh hand rose to hold the back of your head, bringing his lips down to lay a chaste kiss on the top of your head. His voice rattled quietly, "Thank you..."

"Hmm? For what, handsome?"

"Believing in me. It's nice to think we can end this torment."

You smiled up at him, "You deserve freedom, Bucky, and to live without this haunting fear."

"I don't know about 'deserving' it, sweetheart. Done a lot of things that would argue against that."

"Maybe against the Winter Soldier, but Bucky deserves the world. Deserves kindness, accommodation, love and understanding. Now," you smirked and sniffled, giving his waist another squeeze before releasing and pulling back, "get your head outta this pit and focus, we've got a long day ahead of us."

He agreed, letting you take his hand and lace fleshy fingers together in a tether. Sam's face remained stoic and passive, but when Steve saw you two, he couldn't help but smile. Two years he hunted for Bucky and just today, he's learned his best friend's been shacked up with you - a warmth blooming in his chest over the idea of you two finding one another and loving each other.

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𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓? + 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. the jjk men and them manhandling the hell out of their partners.

pairing. gojo satoru x reader , toji fushinguro x reader , nanami kento x reader , geto suguru x reader , itadori yuji x reader

song. 34 + 35 — ariana grande 🎶

genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni not really gender specific, body worship, slight possessiveness, man handling, size kink. | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

★    Geto !

Seems like the type to just not care about your weight in general either way he’s towering over you babe, he literally is built as fuck and reminds you about it everytime he takes you to bed. It's like you're a ragdoll, the way he just picks you up and lays you down into positions. Sometimes it happens so quickly that you don't even have time to process where you are and how you're bent over. One moment you're whining and whimpering about how he’s all in your guts laying on your stomach taking it from the back, and then the next you're struggling to take his entire length on while on your back, plus you have the nerve to place your hand on his chest and tell him to slow down to let you cum?? He laughs at your stupid expression, grabbing both of your wrists in one hand and pinning them above your head as the other flips your thigh against his shoulder just to finish you off at the same rough pace.

★    Gojo !

He insists that you should be on top every time during sex, but in reality it's to lure you in knowing damn well that he’s making you do gymnastics with a smile on his face. He's pretty lean appearance wise, but his strength truly does come out whenever he grabs you by the thigh just to pull you closer or lifts your ass in the air and has you dangling for a bit just to arch your back, snatches you up in his arms by just your thighs, isn't afraid to just hold you and take you just like that, he’s really dramatic about it, like he will just scoop you up in the middle of talking and push your panties aside and sometimes you fully process what’s happening but you’ve already got your arms around his neck while he's hammering into you, so if anything it's a win for a win.

★    Nanami !

Nanami isn’t very much into having a lot of control during sex, unless you allow him to be, but other than the occasional praise and instruction, his favorite thing is for him to be laying back and letting you take over for a bit. Maybe it's the fact that you're a little shy about riding him all the time, so you try to act big-headed and trick him at first, leading on during make outs with him on top of you, but with one grab of the hip and a tug of the leg, he's already got you all sat up straddling him looking all dazed and confused. He just finds something about being completely in your will while under you so attractive.

★    Toji !

Look at this big boobied bitch, his favorite thing to do is  pick you up and throw you around like you weigh absolutely nothing. The type to pick you up and throw you over his shoulders while leading you to the bedroom, but stop when he stops himself in the mirror and flexes his arm muscles while still holding you just to continue on as if it was the normalest thing ever. He has the most raging horny thoughts and it's your adorable gasping reaction that gets him going, knowing that he could hold you in any way, so the fact that he could hold you up by any limb with no sweat has him taking LAPS. rough sex just hits so much different because hes folding you around like an origami, its like a fun game for him seeing what position he could have you folded in next!

★    Sukuna !

Mf has FOUR ARMS and you think he ain't gone use em?…..be so fucking for real

★    Itadori !

Reverse the roles and he’ll approve it. Something about having you completely in charge just makes him turn into jelly. He literally will comply, letting you have your way with him in whichever position that you want him in. He’s not really into the whole rough thing, mostly because his number one fear is inflicting any sort of pain on you, knowing that his strength could literally kill you. He prefers to play it very safe during sex. Despite your teasing, the most you'd get from him is that during overstimulation, he'll just lift his hips and fuck you. 

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[lxstfathier]

Hey can you do a William afton smut but can I be about like his kinks and some headcanons, and like what’s his type in a girl and stuff and can you do like something really smutty thanks xx

Omg yessss, i have some hcs for you, hope y’all like it!

Warnings: daddy kink, slapping, choking, degradation, breeding kink, basically pure filth. read at you own risk 💗

♡ William doesn’t really have a type when it comes to women. He thinks they’re all beautiful. However, he has a soft spot for girls who are younger and shorter than him, it feeds his raging daddy kink.

♡ Speaking of his daddy kink, he’s had it since he became a real father, and y’all can’t convince me otherwise. He just likes having someone who fully depends on him, and being the one in charge in every aspect of the relationship.

♡ He’s also really into breeding kink and primal play. There’s just something about hunting you like a prey, pining you to the ground and pumping you full of cum, that makes him feel absolutely feral.

♡ Super possessive too. William likes to make sure to mark you as his, leaving hickeys and bruises in every part of your body. He might even collar you, choosing one with a pretty heart-shaped tag that says “William’s property.”

♡ I’ve said it before and now i’ll say it again… he likes calling you his “dumb little bunny”. Cuz he’s super smart, literally a robotics prodigy, and you’re just his pretty little toy to use and degrade whenever he wants.

♡ Absolutely loves oral sex. He can spend hours eating you out, savoring your sweet juices and sucking your clit until you’re moaning and tugging at his hair. And when he sees you on your knees, gagging on his cock like a whore, he feels as if he is a damn god.

♡ William adores seeing you wearing pretty clothes and cute lingerie sets, but he’s so strong that he accidentally rips them off your body when he gets too excited.

♡ Choking and slapping is something that he likes to do almost every time you fuck. He feels powerful, and also he gets turned on with violence, so it’s no surprise that he chokes you until you almost pass out or slaps your cheeks until your skin is all red and sensitive.

♡ He kinda likes fucking you while wearing the spring bonnie suit…

♡ His cock is big, there’s no doubt in that cuz he is like 6’3, a really tall man. So it’s a struggle to take him inside your tight pussy. But don’t worry about it, he’ll make it fit even if you whine and cry in pain, stretching you out impossibly wide until his tip is pressed against your cervix.

♡ Most of the time he’s rough with you, but if he’s tired or in a good mood, he will be incredibly sweet.

♡ He also loves spitting in your mouth. Don’t ask me why, i just know it, he seems like the type of man to enjoy those type of nasty things.

♡ William is not the best at aftercare, cuz he is not super affectionate, but he tries. When you’re both satisfied after fucking like rabbits, he will hold you close to his chest as he smokes a cigarette, murmuring soft praises to your ear.

♡ And he always carries a filthy polaroid of you in his wallet.

#william afton smut #william afton x reader #fnaf fanfic #william afton fanfic

[onlyhuis]

hi june :] i've been thinking about it, who do u think from svt would be most likely to wanna hold ur hand during sex? 💤

hi beloved 💤!! this made me squeal and giggle and kick my feet this is such a me ask so ofc i had to talk about my thoughts!! hope you enjoy :)

member | svt ot13 x afab reader genre | mtl, smut, fluff (each member has a little paragraph) word count | ~950 warnings | descriptions of female anatomy, mentions of bondage, soft sex & rough sex

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1 - jun

i’m definitely not biased at all but i think he loves holding hands like anywhere 24/7 at home, walking in public, in the car, and especially during sex. it’s as natural to him as breathing. if he doesn’t have your hand to hold, then is life even worth living at that point. he especially loves it when you offer your hand to him before he even has to ask, and he’ll take it and hold your hands together beside your head and kiss you over and over again until you can barely think any thoughts other than how good he feels thrusting into you and how warm and soft his hands feel in yours

2 - seokmin

the dk stands for dude kisser but here is a little known fact it also stands for d-hand k-holder. he is the clingiest man on the planet and we know this because he anytime you turn around he’s hugging the nearest person as hard as he possibly can so he would totally be the same way during sex. he’d hold onto your arms, your wrists, your hands, anything he could reach but tangling his fingers with yours would be so grounding for him and honestly it would give him a head rush from the closeness with you

3 - hoshi

i think he actually really likes holding hands but he’s always too busy horanghae-ing with them. kidding i actually feel like he would be a lot higher on the list than you might think because he’s a clingy boy and he needs to be touching every inch of your skin at all times or he might short-circuit

4 - joshua

he would say the reason he likes holding hands is because he’s a gentleman and he’s being romantic blah blah, but the real reason is that he has a raging size kink (me too), particularly for hands: it would drive him absolutely crazy seeing his large hands covering yours and seeing how your fingers can barely wrap around his palm would get him so riled up. once you both cum he’d probably ask you for a handjob because he wants to see your hands one more time as you struggle to fit them around his cock

5 - mingyu

big clumsy puppy man would love holding your hand but i think he would be deterred from doing it if the position required more effort on his part, so he would probably only do it in simpler positions like missionary where he can clasp your hands together and just fuck you into the next dimension without putting much thought into it

6 - chan

chan seems very possessive to me (in a healthy way) so i think he would like holding your hand because it shows that you’re his and he’s the only one that gets to have the honor of holding your hand

7 - minghao

i think he would enjoy it an average amount. he wouldn’t mind if you don’t do it every single time, but if you asked him he would prefer holding hands over not. he would probably cite some study that says holding hands is good for relationships or something but he would also just enjoy how it makes everything feel more intimate

8 - jeonghan

in my mind he is a little bit of a secret hopeless romantic, so he might do it and not even say anything about it. he’d get you distracted with his cock hitting just the right place inside of you, and when you’re so gone you can barely do anything but whimper and moan, he’d take the opportunity to slide his fingers down your arms to join your hands together gently. he’d let go afterwards and if you ask him he’d probably pretend it never happened, but in the moment his heart would be soaring when he finally gets to lock hands with you

9 - seungcheol

he would like holding hands but only during softer sessions where he’s taking his time and really wants to feel connected to you. the times when you’re not being soft, his hands are too busy being preoccupied elsewhere on your body for him to even think about holding yours. but i guarantee he’ll hold them constantly once you’re done for the night and all cleaned up, he’ll have his arms wrapped around you and his hands entwined with yours until you fall fast asleep

10 - wonwoo

9 times out of 10 he’s got your hands tied up so it would be kinda hard to hold them in that position. but that 10th time he would be squeezing your hands so hard his knuckles turn white and pressing your hands into the mattress with all his weight

11 - seungkwan

he would like it on occasion but he strikes me as the kind of guy who wouldn’t like having sweaty hands so he wouldn’t do it too often because it’s just too sticky for him sometimes. but you know what he does strike me as? the kind of guy who really likes pulling on your hair. so if his hands are anywhere, that’s probably where they’d be

12 - woozi

honestly i don’t think he would even notice where his hands are. he gets so caught up in the moment and everything else happening that he can’t feel anything except your pussy squeezing his cock. he loses track of time and he probably doesn’t even know what year it is anymore. if he’s holding your hand then it’s not from a conscious effort on his part

13 - vernon

he likes holding hands because it makes him feel closer to you, but honestly he wouldn’t be mad if you didn’t hold his hand. if it happens, it happens, if it doesn’t, it doesn’t, he’s not mad either way. genuinely he doesn’t care where his hands are as long as he’s inside of you

least

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[hardstraykidshours]

skz & you walking in on them changing

pairing: ot8 stray kids x gn!reader

genre: smut, headcanon, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 850

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, nudity, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

chan

walking in on each other changing is so normal to you at this point that you’re honestly shocked that he even bothered to close the door. he won’t react at all because he’s used to you doing stuff around the room while he changes. you can’t, however, help but stop to stare at him. you loooooooooove seeing chan shirtless, and you always drool a little bit (a lotta bit). this leads to you doing anything and everything you can to prevent him from putting a shirt back on. he has places to go and people to see but that does not matter, because you see his abs. he’ll try and stop you because he has a lot of stuff to do, but at least 8/10 times you’re dragging him into bed for some fun first.

minho

you can literally see the shift in his demeanor the second he notices you walk in on him changing. confidence has entered the chat. minho is soooo much more comfortable changing in front of you now, so if you walk in on him, he is doing everything to tease you. “if you wanted to see me naked, you could have just asked.” he loves taunting you, and he knows how much his teasing (and his bare chest) turn you on, so it doesn’t matter what he was planning on doing, because he’s pushing it back at least half an hour, so he can fuck you first. 

changbin

he will literally hear the bedroom door open and close when you walk in on him, but he’s going to pretend like he didn’t notice. he'll continue changing while actively flexing every muscle in his body before finally turning around and pretending to be shocked that you’re there. “huh? oh hi! i didn’t see you there.” he is the least subtle person you have ever met, but you absolutely do not mind because you get a great show out of it. plus, you always make him put those muscles to use afterwards by holding you up against the door for a heated make out session.

hyunjin

you’ve been around each other for so long that he doesn’t react anymore. even near the beginning of your relationship it never really bothered him, he just liked being dramatic. so now that you have lived together for a while he doesn’t even notice or care if you walk in on him changing. but that doesn’t stop you from teasing him a little bit. you’ll plop yourself on the bed and start making lewd comments about his stunning body, so you can get him all hot bothered. he’ll try and keep his composure, but you can tell how much your dirty words affect him by the way he starts fumbling with his clothes (or the way he struggles to zip up his pants over his raging boner).

jisung

the second you walk in the room to find him changing he is immediately stopping what he’s doing to smirk at you and give a “you like what you see?” unlike early on in your relationship, he’s not trying to overcompensate with confidence to hide that he’s embarrassed. no, he’s genuinely just trying to seduce you. he’s basically horny 24/7 and always looking for an excuse to have sex. so you walking in on him already half naked is the perfect segue into fucking, and he is not about to pass up on an opportunity like that.

felix

he is so so so embarrassed. he’s immediately trying to cover up and will not stop apologizing for not locking the door. he won’t stop rambling, so you have to just interrupt him so he will stop talking for a second. it takes you reminding him that you two were literally just fucking 30 minutes ago for him to realize seeing him get dressed after a shower really isn’t that big of a deal.

seungmin

when he hears the door open while he’s putting on his shirt he just pauses for a moment before slowly turn around to face you. he'll make direct eye contact and give you a little look before he starts removing all the clothes he just put on. he never actually says a word, just stares you down with the most devilish look in his eyes while he undresses. if you try to argue with him that you’re going to be late to dinner, he’ll just reply “then maybe you should knock next time,” before fucking you absolutely senseless.

jeongin

you secretly love watching him change, but it takes him forever to realize that you’re not walking in on him because you want fashion advice or a sneak peek of his ootd. but, once he figures it out, he’s definitely making comments about how you always seem to walk in right when his shirt’s off or how he noticed the way your eyes were glued to his ass when he turned around. he won’t stop taunting you until you’re both embarrassed and worked up, because he likes seeing your cheeks grow all red before he rails you.

#stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #bang chan smut #lee know smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut #stray kids #stray kids headcanons #headcanons #gn reader #minors shoo #mine #hard stray kids hours #q: painting with hyunjin

[yeoblurbs]

What Once Was

exes to lovers, angst with a happy ending

Pairing: Hansol Vernon Chwe x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: as you navigate a life filled with painful reminders of Hansol, you struggle to move on. then three months later, he shows up at your door. you can’t find it in your heart to turn him away.

WC: 2.9k

content/warnings: angst! vernon picks at his skin & there is a scene dedicated to it (no detail or mentions of blood, just wounds), a few curse words, mentions of drinking (wine), very soft-boy!vernon and doting reader. that's it I think (please let me know if I missed anything)

as of late, you simply feel remnants of what was once so intense. a mere lingering attachment to something you have almost let go of entirely.

but at the same time, you yearn for a day where anger doesn’t override affection. where you feel melancholy rather than rage, or content in missing him rather than the unsettling emotion from such a brutal ending. you ache for days that you wake up feeling whole instead of unfulfilled, getting through life without Hansol as you avoid harsh reminders of what once was.

but you’ll heal; you have to.

that is what you tell yourself, anyway. lately, it feels as though you would never heal. the conflicting emotions that are attached to Hansol Chwe come with a gentle anamnesis yet are taken over by deep-rooted betrayal each time.

you truly hate how emotional he makes you.

you take a sip of the red wine in your hand, eyeing your reflection through the black screen of your TV. it’s 1:00AM on your birthday, and while once upon a time ago you would’ve spent the night with Hansol, you are now spending it alone.

you are having a celebratory dinner with friends tomorrow, but you find yourself missing Hansol when you think about this being your first birthday without him.

usually, he would stay up with you till 12:00AM and shower you with kisses as he murmured “Happy birthday, my love” between pecks, but now you feel the overwhelming emptiness as you sit on a couch that was not purchased for one person.

you wonder where it all went wrong; was it when you got busy with family problems, and couldn’t see him every week? was it when he began making new friends, specifically a girl who would often comment on his posts on Instagram leaving you to overthink on lonely nights? or was it on that cold Saturday evening, when everything came to a halt as you both spewed careless insults toward one another; he had spoken to you as if you were nothing more than a stranger, much less his best friend; his girlfriend.

your ending with Hansol has left you bitter; you often regret loving him in ways he could never reciprocate. how foolish of you to believe anyone would love you back in such a capacity; how foolish of you to believe he could.

a knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts, head snapping to the sound. your heart drops, eyes glancing to your phone that reads 1:34AM as you go through a mental checklist of who could possibly be at your door at such a time.

you approach the door cautiously, grabbing a kitchen knife on your way as you peek through the hole, before the sight sends you a few steps back.

what the fuck?

you open the door slowly, eyes wide as Hansol stands before you.

your gaze focuses on his clothes, drenched as they cling to his skin, before you look up at his face.

Hansol has always been gorgeous, and that fact was no less true now. it’s been three months since you’ve seen him, and you find that despite the dark circles beneath his eyes and messy hair, he still looks absolutely breathtaking.

you stare at the drops of rain coating his lashes, hating the way your chest claws at you, begging you to hold him close and get him warm and comfortable.

his eyes lift, scanning your face unsure as his black hair sticks to his forehead, water dripping from a few strands. he scratches at his finger, a bad habit he had when he was nervous that you had helped him stop.

but as you stare at the wounds on his hand, you realize he may have reverted back to some of his old ways after your parting.

“Happy birthday, Y/n.”

he smiles crookedly, and the energy leaves your body completely.

you place the knife down on your table loudly, causing Hansol to flinch as you move to grab his arm, pulling him inside. you glance at your window, cursing quietly as you see lightning, and realize you can’t send Hansol away now; not that you would have had it been sunny outside either, but you like to think you’d be stronger than that.

Hansol stumbles inside as you move to cross your arms, “What the fuck are you doing here, Hansol?”

he shivers, smiling tight-lipped. he looks unfamiliar in your apartment, eyes staring at the differences you know he noticed. “I came to see you. And wish you a happy birthday?”

your lips part at his response as you scoff, “Well, I don’t want it. You’re pretty fucking weird for showing up when we haven’t spoken to each other in months,”

his face drops, regret coating his expression as you turn around and walk to your room. he slips his shoes off and follows you timidly.

“And in case you forgot, we aren’t on good terms, Hansol.” you rummage through your drawers, pulling out your largest sweatpants and shirt before handing them to him.

he grabs them with confused eyes as you walk towards your bathroom, opening the door and gesturing him to go in, “Go take a shower, Hansol. As much as I don’t want to see you, you’re dripping rainwater on my hardwood floors, and I know you get sick too easily.”

he pouts, and you realize you’ve barley allowed him to say a word since he arrived.

well, that was deserved you figured, as he had shown up much too late for any sort of kindness from you.

he clutches onto the fabric gently, looking at you with wide eyes before he turns around and enters the bathroom. once the door shuts, you turn around and head back to the living room.

you head straight for your abandoned wine glass and tip the rest of it down your throat, exhaling as you run a hand over your face.

seriously, what the fuck.

-

Hansol exits the bathroom about ten minutes later, causing steam to emerge as it fills up the hallway.

he holds his soaked clothes in his hands, and you grab a plastic bag before handing it to him.

he murmurs a “Thank you,” and you nod back.

you walk into the kitchen, trying your hardest to ignore the awkward silence as you finish preparing two ramen cups. you carry them to the couch, handing Hansol the one you made for him before taking a seat across from where he’s seated.

he seems jittery, “So… How have you been, Y/n?”

he smoothes his palms on his legs, and you ignore the way your heart soars at the sight of him in your clothes. you’ve missed seeing him in your place, in your clothes; with you by his side.

your face stays neutral, “Great; until you showed up. Cut the shit, Hansol. What are you doing here?”

he opens his mouth before you cut him off, “And don’t say for my birthday. We aren’t together anymore, and we’re certainly not friends. You have no reason to come here or wish me happy birthday.”

he’s silent for a moment, and you’re sure if he had puppy ears they would be laying flat on his head.

“I just… Listen, okay? I missed you.” his gaze stays on your face intently, “It’s been a while since everything happened, and I’d really like it if we could talk about it. There are a lot of things I regret, and I’ve been dying to apologize to you.”

you sigh at his confession, ignoring the way your heart began racing after he said he missed you. “You want to talk about our failed relationship and apologize to me at…” you check your phone, “2:00AM on my birthday?”

he grimaces, “Well when you put it that way I sound like an idiot.”

“You are one,” you huff out a small laugh, causing him to smile sheepishly.

you sigh, resigning to hearing him out. he was here, clean and dry, and a quick look outside would tell you that the storm hadn’t passed. he was stuck here whether you liked it or not, so you might as well hear him out; after all, the two of you deserved some form of closure. even if it was at an absolutely unreasonable time.

you lean your head on your hand,

“So, talk then.”

he looks startled as he clears his throat nervously. you figure he hadn’t expected you to respond this way, and you would be lying if you said you yourself weren’t surprised with your actions. but you’ve always been a little too forgiving, especially with those you loved; especially with Hansol.

“Okay, for starters, I’m sorry I showed up at such an inconvenient time.” he bites his lip, “I’ve regretted the way I spoke to you last time so much, it’s been eating at me every day.”

you listen with a straight face, even if his words cause your chest to tighten. you ignore it; you realize you’ve been ignoring how you feel for a while now.

Hansol runs a hand through his hair, “I won’t lie, I haven’t been doing so well since our breakup.”

he gazes at you intensely, “I think… somewhere along the way I felt lonely in our relationship, whether that was because I hardly had time to see you or because I felt like you got distant with me.”

you listen silently, arms crossed and mouth downturned. the realization that Hansol felt everything you did makes you want to burst into tears then and there. you're beginning to notice that while you have been selfish and wallowing in self-pity, Hansol has been hurting as well.

“That night…”

the two ramen cups are long forgotten as they sit on the coffee table in front of you; your arms wrap tighter around your torso as you remember the venomous words both he and you threw at one another that night.

“That night I was horrible.”

his head tilts down as he sniffles, picking at the skin around his fingernail as his eyes fill with tears. “I was so seriously fucking horrible and I’m so sorry for everything I said. Me being lonely didn’t give me a reason to take it out on you; I should have communicated, not lashed out at you when you were going through shit too.”

hearing him apologize so genuinely was heart-rendering as you know you’ve hurt him deeply as well.

you can’t help it, you rise from your seat and sit beside him. you grab the hand he was picking at, intertwining your fingers with his as your other moves to his jaw, lifting it gently as your thumb wipes a running tear.

“Don’t do that, don’t put all of the blame on you,” you say softly. your anger had quickly diminished at the beginning of his apology, and while you know you’re letting go of your rage so easily, you figure it was about time you truly healed.

bottling up anger had halted any sort of progression, leaving the wounds from your relationship with Hansol still fresh and painful. this conversation was helping, however, and the notion that Hansol was just as miserable as you, if not more than you, was a comforting thought.

at least you weren’t the only one who was lonely and hurting.

you tuck a piece of hair behind his ear, “I’m sorry too; I said a lot of fucked up things that night as well, so don’t take the full blame for it.”

Hansol sniffles quietly and your heart aches, your hand holding his now caressing the skin gently with your thumb.

“I was lonely too, and I didn’t communicate either. It’s not all on you, it’s on both of us.” you softly rub his cheek as you stare at him fondly.

“There’s no need to villainize yourself. We both made mistakes, and we’ll both learn from them.”

you’ve resigned to the fact that you have an inability to hold grudges when it comes to Hansol. it was simply impossible to stay angry with him, especially when he looked at you with sad wet eyes.

his face crumples as more tears stream down his cheeks, “But, I don’t wanna learn from my mistake and lose you.” he grabs your hand on his face, leaning into it as his eyes find yours.

“You’re it for me, Y/n. Three months without you and I spent every second of it wishing you were still mine. I can’t picture a life without you in it, I just can’t.” he looks devastated, and you understand now that he thinks this is the end.

you give him a watery smile, wanting nothing more than to kiss him silly, even if you knew logically that you shouldn’t jump into things so suddenly.

“You’re it for me too, Hansol. I don’t think I could ever quite love someone as much as I loved you.”

he looks at you with wide glassy eyes, “Loved?”

you bring his face closer to yours, placing a kiss on his forehead, “Love.”

he pulls you into him, arms wrapping around you firmly as he inhales and exhales. you breathe shakily as you hug him back, hands trembling as you wrap your arms around his back and re-familiarize yourself with him.

the two of you head to bed soon after, Hansol sleeping in your guest bedroom; the two of you decided to take it slower for now, and see how things go.

you smile into your pillow as you succumb to sleep; it seemed you no longer had to mourn what once was.

Hansol turns in your guest bed, staring at the wall as he snuggles the pillow beneath him. he couldn’t wait to love you for the rest of his life.

Extra:

“Give me a sec, I’ll be right back.” you kiss Hansol’s temple quickly before standing up and leaving to the bathroom. he touches his temple in awe as he sits on your couch waiting obediently, staring in the direction you just left.

the night had gone better than he expected. when he told you he hadn’t been doing well, that was an understatement. after your breakup, he found it hard to get up on most days, he rarely went out anymore and he had lost joy in things he often loved doing with you.

Hansol had been thinking about your birthday for weeks, unsure how he would handle not spending the day with you. it was a special day to him; the day the love of his life was born, and the thought that you’d be spending it with several people but not him was torturing.

so that was how he found himself in front of your apartment, spontaneously deciding to show up and fully prepared to beg you to hear him out, if that’s what it took.

but you took the news better than he would’ve imagined; though he should have known, you were the sweetest to him, even when you were angry.

he’s broken out of his thoughts when you sit next to him on the couch again, a box in your hands as you lift the cover. he peers over curiously and tilts his head when he sees bandaids and ointment.

you look at him and sigh, grabbing his hand and bringing it to your eye level when he realizes what you brought the first-aid kit for.

his face flushes as you look at the reddened skin surrounding his fingernail. you open the ointment, carefully dipping a Q-tip in the cream before applying it on each of Hansol’s fingers. you finish by placing bandaids on them and smoothing down the sides delicately.

“Sorry… and thank you.” he whispers, still looking embarrassed as you stare at him with a serious expression.

you lift his hand to your face again, this time kissing each finger over the bandaid, keeping eye contact as his cheeks redden. he shrinks into himself when you finish as you break out into a laugh at his shy demeanor.

you leave to throw the bandaid wrappers away and place the box back when Hansol remembers what he’d brought with him.

he hurries over to his jacket, pulling out a small pink neatly wrapped box. he opens it, glancing at the rouge-colored rose quartz necklace. he hopes you’ll like it.

you yawn as you walk back to the living room, rubbing your eyes tiredly as the sun begins to rise. Hansol feels terrible about keeping you up so late, but he needed to do one last thing before you slept.

he grabs your hand as you look up to him in confusion.

“Happy birthday, Y/n,” he repeats, this time placing the gift in your hands gently as you pull back with parted lips.

you smile sleepily yet sweetly at him, “You shouldn’t have, really.”

he shakes his head, “I wanted to. Open it, please. I’m so nervous right now I could throw up.”

you giggle at his dramatic comment as you open the box, gasping when you spot the gorgeous pink stone, looking back at Hansol with sparkling eyes.

“Thank you so much! It’s gorgeous, I love it, I really do.” you glance back at the necklace, eyeing the way it glints prettily in the light.

you close the box before wrapping your arms around his neck as he hugs your waist, pulling you close and swaying side to side. he buries his face in your neck, kissing it gently, causing you to freeze before pushing him away with a nervous giggle. he smiles at your timid expression.

he was so glad to have you back.

a/n: well.. another Vernon fic haha … sorry for any typos !

unofficial tags: @scuzmunkie :>

#seventeen x reader #vernon x you #hansol x reader #vernon chwe x reader #vernon x reader #vernon fluff #vernon x y/n #seventeen imagines #seventeen x you #hansol scenarios

[rajbow4ever]

my rajbow hcs, copy and pasted straight from my tt cz what else do i post...

(some of these are in full grammar for some reason?? idk all of these were from various middle-of-the-night decisions)

raj: did figure skating for a while when he was younger but stopped because people called him un-manly

bowie: tries to persuade him to try it again

raj: goes to stroke every stray animal he finds on the street

bowie: 'babe that probably has 20 diseases...' lets him do it anyway because he wants to see raj smile

raj: can talk about his interests for hours at a time

bowie: thinks its the cutest thing ever and loves to listen

bowie: owns one of those small business jewelry shops online

raj: learnt how to make little beaded bracelets for it

bowie: naturally very good with instruments

raj: doesnt even know how to hold a guitar

raj: got banned from his local arcade for raging at a claw machine

bowie: claw machine pro (gives 80% of the prizes he gets to raj)

bowie: loves pointless internet debates like how many holes are in a straw

raj: doesn't understand a single one of them

raj: didnt think narwhals were real because they're like 'unicorns of the sea'

bowie: had to search them up to prove they existed

raj: chronic weezer fan (same raj same)

bowie: listens to whatever's popular most of the time, but he listens to a lot of upbeat stuff

raj: is able to notice if bowie gets stuck in his thoughts

bowie: is able to notice if raj is stressed about something

raj: Gives Bowie cool rocks he finds.

bowie: Keeps. Every. Single. One.

raj: Was shocked to find out most people can't down five burgers after a simple hockey game.

bowie: Is just ever-so-slightly terrified.

raj: Sleeps at 9pm, wakes up at 5am - but them goes back to sleep and waked again randomly.

bowie: Sleeps at 4am, wakes up at 10am.

bowie: Took Raj to watch one of his basketball games.

raj: Was just staring, absolutely ENAMOURED, IN AWE at him the whole time.

raj: Scared of birds (cassowary incident).

bowie: Scared of spiders.

raj: Attacks every spider he sees.

bowie: Scares away every bird he sees.

raj: Surprisingly a very good cook, but is banned from the microwave.

bowie: Also a very good cook (is not banned from the microwave).

bowie: Bought Raj star-shapes sunglasses to match with his heart-shaped ones.

raj: They became his most prized possessions ever.

raj: uses stupid words like "coolio" and "awesomesauce"

bowie: "what the FUCK are you saying"

raj: incredibly tactile, loves physical affection

bowie: always initiates it because he knows how much raj love it

bowie: worries sometimes because he thinks he's 'ruining raj'

raj: took after some of bowie's snark

bowie: is good at skating, but falls over a lot so he continues to do it just for fun

raj: genuine pro at skating, if you name it as long as it's on ice he can probably do it

bowie: monopoly demon. takes the money from everyone, wins everything

raj: fairest monopoly player ever but is incredibly competitive

raj: struggles with panic attacks every now and then, wayne usually helps but he's started letting bowie see him vulnerable too

bowie: taught him fancy breathing techniques (that i don't trust myself to name)

they play 2 player princess tycoon on roblox together

bowie: kills everyone

raj: actually does the tycoon

bowie: is a big fan of horror movies but screams every time something even slightly scary happens

raj: is terrified of horror movies but watches them with bowie (he hopes that bowie will get scared and latch onto him)

raj: hates talking to the waiters when ordering food

bowie: does it for him

bowie: had an emo phase when he was way younger

raj: found his old emo clothes "HOLY SHIT??"

raj: believes in ghosts n that stuff

bowie: thinks its the most stupid thing ever (secretly believes in them)

thank you for listening to my ted talk. next post scheduled for 2025 i think

#td raj #td bowie #td bowraj #td rajbow #rajbow #bowraj #is it bowraj or rajbow... #me personally im a rajbow liker #because it sounds like rainbow #raj total drama #bowie total drama #total drama #total drama reboot #td23 #td reboot #how different is tdtiktok to tdtumblr? only time will tell.

[icey--stars]

Vanserra Brothers (Headcanons)

Headcanons for each of of the Vanserra brothers. All 7, including the ones who passed in the Spring Court incident.

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Day 1 of @erisweek2023 (Brotherhood / Family)

a/n: welcome to Eris Week 2023 everyone! I have a couple headcanons coming toward you that will include the headcanons that Born for Tragedy is set in as well as other future stories about Eris or Lucien! So... if anyone starts wondering about my headcanons, bOOM. I had too much fun with this one.

So… let’s start with family/brother headcanons. (post-beron’s death because fuck that guy) also I added a bit of dad!Helion in this because in my hopeful heart, I want the Vanserra brothers to have a real dad.

WARNINGS: MENTIONS ABUSE/TORTURE, VERY ANGSTY, TRAUMA DISCUSSED AND BAD TRAUMA RESPONSES

I hope you enjoy it regardless though! This was actually quite fun to make because I can use it for my other stories when I talk about the Vanserra brothers :)

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So, Eris has 4 brothers that are still alive. I’ve already named them in Born for Tragedy, but I plan to use the HC across many different stories, so let's talk about them.

Jax is the second eldest Vanserra. He’s probably the one who got abused the least because his personality and stoicness is exactly what Beron wanted for a son. 

However, he is widely regarded as having snails for brains, so Eris still got the general position while Beron lived because Eris was more apt in strategy and getting people to do what he wants.

Jax likes to fight and while not too impulsive since his teen years, he tends to be always looking for a fight.

If anyone was going to get him a gift, he’d probably most appreciate armor/weapons. However, make it fancy because he likes to be well dressed and look the most wealthy compared to everyone else.

Jax is the brute warrior of the Vanserras with very little ability to do anything court-related.

Normally, he has quite the cold heart and Eris has struggled to have any sort of relationship with him.

Of course, Eris actually was jealous when Jax was born, as he got more attention than Eris during those times, and Eris wasn’t completely mature enough to realize that the fact he kept seeming to reject Jax, hurt the poor boy more.

So, Eris has the worst relationship with Jax of all and Jax is too standoffish and holds grudges so long that they just can’t find any sort of relationship with each other.

But Eris does keep in mind his brother’s preferences though because he eventually realized his mistake when the now dead, third-eldest Vanserra, Fynn came along.

Now, before we go on about Fynn and perhaps how he died while chasing Lucien to the Spring Court… Jax does know that Eris tries. He does, but he’s salty. That’s all. Salty motherfucker who’s virtually emotionless, but probably the least traumatized of all the brothers.

He was one of the 2 brothers to help Eris chase Feyre into the Winter Court.

Nothing much changes for him when Eris finally becomes High Lord. It’s just a change of seasons for him.

Now, Fynn was kinder than any of the previously born brothers. Beron resented him for it and often punished the boy when he was found being kind to a servant.

So Fynn hardened and by the time he was an adult, he was rageful and absolutely miserable to be around. Such a short fuse and a big boom to go along with it.

Fynn constantly was angry. At Beron, at Eris- not too much at Jax because they mostly ignored each other. Fynn was jealous of Eris.

Eris never did manage to apologize for the whippings that Beron forced him to give Fynn before the brother died.

But in all honesty, Fynn had been broken beyond repair. His kindness cost him and he was angry and rageful all the time. At everyone.

Some say it was a good thing that he died when he did.

The boy was smarter than Jax, but Beron still prized Eris for his manipulation tactics, so of course, Fynn was salty about that as well.

Eris and him often fought, but it was always Eris who cut it short and dismissed his brother. Yet another reason Fynn was so rageful.

He was ignored. A third born meant nothing to everyone. Eris was the prized first born Vanserra. Jax was close enough that they didn’t care. But Fynn meant nothing to them. And worst yet, he was weaker than most of his brothers and had less control over fire than any of them.

In the Spring Court incident, he was one of the two brothers besides Calix (6th born) to die. The third brother chasing Lucien under Beron’s order was Kuhn (5th born). Killed by Tamlin- his rage was at last quelled.

The next brother is Hue, 4th born in the Vanserra line.

By the time that Hue had been born, Eris had managed to get his head out of his ass and swore to protect his youngest brother, helping his mother to raise them in secret and helped his brother deal with Beron’s beatings.

Hue was as kind as Fynn, and he was intelligent as well. He was fascinated by everything. However, Beron called him his “failure.” The boy acted more like a scholar than anyone else in the Forest House.

At one point, Beron ordered Eris to take the boy during some constructive early teen years to a cabin and raise him. Eris had mastered seeming as cruel and manipulative as his father by this point. Eris kept his rage down and followed orders.

Eris fostered his brother’s scholarly heart, but trained him well to never show that weakness to his father. Hue was a more lanky brother, and while training was enjoyable, he preferred reading in his rooms.

But in any battle (which he has been in many, as he was the other brother helping to chase Feyre with Eris), he is very fast. The quickest reflexes.

He’s one of the more emotional brothers, but hides it well.

He enjoys the finer aspects of magic. The beautiful parts– not burning someone’s face off, but using it to make a piece of artwork.

Hue is fascinated by shiny little trinkets that he can collect and either hide or put on his bookshelves to decorate them. His bookshelves are a mess.

But he also enjoys art. Drawing, painting and other various options are some of his favorite pastimes as he tries to capture the beauty of a very simple scene in a canvas.

So, if you were getting him a gift, the best option is a bunch of little trinkets, a lifetime supply of books (which is exactly what Helion does as he gains Hue’s trust. He gives him little trinkets maybe with a little bit of magic from his libraries and then gives Hue free access to said libraries whenever he wishes for it) and maybe some art supplies, but Hue doesn’t need much. He just needs a canvas, pencil and then some paints to be happy.

When Eris becomes High Lord– Hue is very happy when he allows him to explore any and all interests he has. And Eris is very proud of him 🥹🥹🥹

The next Vanserra, the 5th born, is Kuhn. Kuhn is similar to Jax in ways, as they both have quite broad shoulders and enjoy training. Eris is more lanky than Kuhn, but no matter for either of them. Kuhn gives better hugs that way.

Now, seeing as Hue was such a “success” when being raised by Eris, as soon as Kuhn was able to be fed solid food, he was whisked away to the cabin.

Eris promised his mother to care for his brother. Kuhn grew up very similar to Hue– free from Beron’s wrath, but trained to avoid it, and not get either of them in trouble when they return to the Forest House years later. Beron was pleased with how Kuhn acted so warrior on the outside and actually rewarded Eris for his efforts.

Kuhn is like a mix of Jax and Hue at the same time. He enjoys training and is quite apt in his bow skills, but at the same time, he’s also fascinated by particular things– namely animals and the stars.

So… when Helion is giving out gifts, he gives Kuhn a little trinket that shows the view of the stars in the Night Court from the top of some mountains and makes sure to get an invitation for them both to the next Starfall in Velaris. (Kuhn was very happy)

Kuhn enjoys helping Eris with his hounds when he can, learning at least their names and offering advice when Eris off handedly mentions some issue, or that some hound got injured

When Eris is High Lord, Kuhn and Hue are some of the most useful when dealing with the lords and other annoying things.

Calix is the 6th born Vanserra, and according to canon, the last of Beron’s sons. One of the perished ones.

Beron did the same as he did with Kuhn and Hue– have Eris raise him. Calix didn’t seem scholarly at all though and was quite the violent child. But he was better than Fynn, and that was for sure. But they were similar, but Calix lacked the “loss of kindness” that Fynn had.

Calix was inherently violent, often killing frogs and other creatures just for fun and then throwing their bodies around for fun.

Eris did his best to “train” Calix, but the boy was unbothered and ignored him.

So, when it came time to go back to the Forest House, Calix was punished harshly, and with him, Eris. Calix didn’t understand, however, that it had been his fault that Eris was so cold toward him afterward.

Calix looks like almost an exact copy of Eris, so Beron had been hopeful, but quickly found that Eris was much more well trained and so Calix was resented, but not nearly as much as some of the other brothers.

Calix is the other brother that is killed by Tamlin. Beron basically taken the two sons most desperate to please him to chase Lucien to the Spring Court. Calix had been quite desperate, and Fynn, and Kuhn had simply been ordered to go along, as Beron considered him one of the more pleasing sons. Eris, since he refused to go along despite being ordered, was punished severely.

So, Calix and Fynn died, and Kuhn returned with gouges from huge claws in his back.

Hue was banned from helping either of the injured brothers and was barely even allowed to grieve his other two. (Hue had cared for them despite them mostly hating him for being more well-liked by their father)

Now, naturally, Lucien is the last brother we talk about. He was born before the Spring Court incident, and Beron was practically raging at the fact that Eris had failed at raising Calix as he did with Kuhn.

However, Eris managed to convince Beron to give him a chance with Lucien and his mother didn’t even wean Lucien off her milk, she just sent Eris to get him in a panic.

Eris found out why the panic soon after when Lucien was laughing with joy in a cradle in the cabin. The boy was glowing.

So yes, in my mind, Eris did know that Lucien was not Beron’s son, but treated him all the same.

Before Lucien could remember anything though, Eris found a spell to lock that Day Court magic inside the toddler before he burnt down the house with all the heat pouring off of him. After all, Day Court and Autumn Court abilities were similar in that way– heat. And Eris didn’t have a damn clue how to train Lucien to control his Day Court powers, so he locked them away and managed the fire instead.

Lucien was different from any other brother Eris had managed to raise. He was smart, could fight very well, but he was… different. Emotional and very quickly bonded with anything. Animals, most notably. When one of Eris’s hounds accidentally bit the boy in play, Lucien had acted so rejected.

Eris tried his best, and it paid off… mostly. They were ordered to return early from the canon and Lucien wasn’t vicious enough yet and Beron punished them both, finding the smallest excuse to do it to Eris.

Lucien resented Eris after that, and Eris never did try to mend that relationship, nor did he find the time when Lucien fell in love with a lesser fae female. However, he refused to hunt Lucien after he ran for the Spring Court. In the few minutes he had before Beron came after him, he made sure his littlest brother would be cared for and sent a letter to Tamlin.

Also, as an added note as to why Lucien believes Eris is so cruel: he thinks Eris was the one to report Jesminda to Beron- purely to make gain off of it (acceptance from Beron being the goal)

I’m not going to go too much farther into Lucien, as we know a lot about canon past that point and there are other times to talk about all my HCs for Lucien. This is about Eris and his brothers.

Now, if you notice, I’ve done all the Vanserras except the first born. Eris. Poor, tortured Eris.

In my mind, Eris is one of the most traumatized Vanserras, with Hue, Calix and Fynn coming close in second. He was the first to learn of Beron’s cruelty, the first to face it, and the one to face it the longest.

He messed up a lot too. Beron wanted cruel, wicked and manipulative. Eris was none of those things as a child. He was curious, loved cuddling with his momma and loved playing with the hunting hounds people brought around. He loved riding horses-

Basically, Eris wasn’t that way. But he quickly learned to be. Permanently changed by Fynn to be exactly who his father wanted because he was desperate to avoid the whip and the fire and the pain. However, he still managed to keep the pieces of his fractured heart, even if they were slipping between his fingers.

That is probably the only reason he was able to raise his brothers the way he did. Hue and Kuhn care for him deeply in that way, and he is the same way. But they never show it. However, the little fist bumps or secretive gifts were enough for Hue and Kuhn to know that Eris still cared even when he was forced to whip them by Beron’s command.

Oh yes… Eris wasn’t just the abused. He was also the abuser. Even if he didn’t want to be. But he always managed to show enough pleasure in the act to placate his father, because sometimes it was a good feeling. He felt in control, despite not being in control in the slightest.

But without Beron’s command, he always felt guilty for it and knew that in some way, his brothers did hold something against him for it. I mean, honestly, who wouldn’t though? Eris truly seemed like he enjoyed it. And he never came to check up on them afterwards. (He sometimes wanted to, but refused to risk his father’s rage again)

His brothers (especially Lucien because Beron knew he was different than the other pale red heads that were his sons and was punished more, and much more by Eris himself) think him cruel. Even if they saw a softer side when they grew up, he was still vicious with training. Sometimes heartless. And he can't help this because of how he grew up. He's sort of like Fynn in those ways.

Eris isn't completely kind though. Some (like his mother) like to paint him as damaged, but even while he is damaged, he is still not absent of cruelty. After all, Beron drilled it into him. The pleasure in whipping was surely evidence of such.

But he does truly hate Beron. He knows his father is a cruel male- crueler than he. Willing to kill lovers of his own sons and lords whenever. He hates Beron- for everything. For what he did to Eris, for what he did to the Autumn Court, for what he did to his mother, and what he did to his brothers. There are of course, many more reasons, but those are the main ones.

Even after becoming High Lord, he didn’t show much more emotion or care, but he did allow his brothers more freedom and they lived with less fear. It would take a millennia to repair the damage done to them all though.

So, to say the least, the Vanserra family is fucked up and there isn’t much repairs in sight. Even when Helion tries to get closer to them, it's hard. They are traumatized asf and often, lonely because lonely=safe in their mind because there is nobody to report them to their father.

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[ashwhowrites]

Can you do smut 32 with Steve? I keep picturing reader making Thanksgiving dinner for the gang, and he is trying to keep his hands off her, but his fantasies of their future together keep pushing in.

Looks like Steve is hungry for a different type of feast

You definitely will get this!

“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.”

18+ smut, fingering, language, slight public sex, breeding kink

Y/N didn't even notice that Steve was struggling to hold himself together. She was so focused on making a Thanksgiving dinner for the gang, that were arriving in just under two hours.

She was sweating, hair thrown in a bun, as she ran around the kitchen. An apron tied tightly around her waist, practically forcing her curves to be shown. She was muttering and swearing to herself.

Steve felt like he might explode just watching her. The sweat traveling down her chest, right between her delicious tits. And her curves on display, he wanted to rub himself against her.

Watching her run around and cook just made him imagine if she was making dinner for him and their family. Running around to put together dinner as kids were giggling in the living room.

"Steve I love you, but if you don't do something other than stand there. I'm going to kill you."

He laughed at her stern tone and began to grab plates for the table.

Together they set the table, placing every plate on a place mat.

"Dustin requested the green plate and he wants to sit next to you." She muttered as she switched the plates around.

Steve imagined her putting down certain colored plates for their own kids. The daddy's girl was begging to sit next to him while his wife sat on his other side. Her being the best mom ever and always knowing exactly where their kids would want to sit.

She was back in the kitchen putting on the final touches to parts of their meal.

She placed the dessert in the oven and set the timer.

"I'm going to go change out of these clothes and I'll be ready!" She quickly ran to their bedroom, but Steve was hot on her heels.

She was pulling up her dress when Steve's hands caught hers. She looked at him confused.

"Steve what?"

He whined at the sight of her bra and dressed half way up.

"Do you ever think about us having a family?"

Her heart melted at his question. A small smile appeared on her face as she tugged her dress up.

"absolutely. I think of us being married in a house like this, little kids running around at our feet. Decorating the house for the holidays."

He felt his jeans somehow get even tighter. He wanted to put a baby in her so bad right now.

Before he got his words out the timer went off and she ran back out to the kitchen.

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Steve spent the dinner trying to desperately not move his hand up her thigh and finger her before turkey was even served.

His jeans kept suffocating him when she'd hug the kids and kiss their cheeks. How she would squeeze their faces and comment how adorable they were.

He almost busted his load when El advised how she would be such a great mother, a mother to Steve's children.

She awed at the comment and placed her hand on Steve's knee with delight.

"our kids would be so cute!" He nodded fast. Practically leaking in his boxers. His mind imagined the next holiday -christmas.

She'd watch him set up the tree as she rubbed her swollen belly, a small kid at her feet and another handing Steve ornaments.

Squeals of mommy and daddy filling up the silence of the house.

Steve was removed from his fantasies when Y/N asked him to help clean their dishes. He followed closely behind her, trying to hide the fact he has a raging hard on.

Y/N was ranting about the ideas of what their wedding would be like and how their kids would love the holidays. How she's gotten practice with the gang to be a good mother.

Steve pressed his hard on into her ass, she gasped surprised.

"You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.”

She moaned at his words and pressed herself against him. He grunted at the friction of her dress rubbing against his jeans.

"we have to wait until our guests leave." He whined as he rolled his eyes.

"they don't have to know." He said as his hand traveled to the front of her dress, slowly lifting it up as he pushed two fingers into her underwater.

"Steve no." She gasped out. Steve laughed darkly behind her, "you say no, but your pussy is dripping for me."

She bit her lip to hold back her moan when he dipped into her cunt, slowly working their way inside her.

Steve wasn't dumb, he kept an ear out for any member of the gang making their way to the kitchen. He was in the clear so he began to scissor his fingers inside of her, rough and fast. She was rocking herself against him. Trying to desperately keep quiet. His lips attached themselves to her neck. Slowly rutting himself against her.

"I want to put a baby in you so bad. Make you a mom. Watch your stomach grow as you carry our baby."

With his words and now that his other hand was toying with her clit she was spazzing on his fingers. Rocking fast against him as she worked through her orgasm. Biting down on her hand to keep quiet.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of her and sucked them clean. She was gasping for breath as she fixed her dress.

"hey Y/N, is dessert ready?" Steve quickly jumped away from her as El stood there smiling brightly.

She eyed Y/N, "are you okay? You look flushed?"

Y/N blushed hard and silently nodded. Her legs felt a tad weak from her orgasm as she tried to walk towards the fridge.

"yes honey it's right here." She passed the chocolate dessert to El with a smile.

El quickly took the dessert to the table with the announcement.

"looks like Steve is wanting another type of dessert." Eddie winked as he walked past the couple, coming from the bathroom near the kitchen.

Steve blushed and looked at the ground.

It was going to be a long thanksgiving dinner.

#steve stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington fluf #steve Harrington fluff x reader #steve Harrington smut #steve Harrington x female reader #steve Harrington smut x reader

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello there! ヾ(＾∇＾) Can i have request some spicy jealous Hades, Buddha, Poseidon, and Thor moments please? ( ͒•·̫| Just imagine the reader is a very popular goddess and loved by many that he can’t help but feel territorial(„ಡωಡ„) thank you =^∇^*

-With having a beautiful goddess as a lover comes big responsibilities, mainly with keeping other men who don’t seem to realize that you’re taken already and you’re happy with them.

-That doesn’t stop many cocky men from trying, and you being so sweet, not wanting to be rude to others, seems to send the message to them that you’re interested, even if you don’t mean that.

-You’re fiercely loyal and would never cheat, something your lover knows well, but sometimes, seeing the other men drooling over you, looking at your body when it’s his, he can’t help but get a little bit jealous.

-Hades- When he feels jealous he marks you up so much that nobody could every doubt that you are his, sucking mark after mark into your neck before to your chest, down to your belly and even the inside of your thighs. Seeing you quivering below him, sharp gasps escaping your lips, covered in his marks will make the normally calm Hades go absolutely feral. Not that you’re complaining. Usually after he’s covered you with marks of his love he will bend you over, either a couch or even his throne, and rail you from behind, driving all of the oxygen from your lungs with breathy cries. Hearing you call out for him, unable for form any words, always brings him relief, “There’s no one else you can fuck you as good as I can, is there? Your body is molded to mine and mine alone, no other can have you!!” He always tends to you afterwards, taking your scolding of marking you up so much with no regrets whatsoever.

-Buddha- When Buddha gets jealous, nobody knows it, as he’s usually calm, maybe sending a glare or two at those flirting with you, usually when you lean back into him, feeling afraid of their advances. Once the two of you were alone and away from peeping eyes, Buddha has his head between your legs, eating the tastiest sweet of all, devouring you with harsh licks, his hands holding you in place so you can’t flee. All of his anger comes out on you when he devours you, making you cry out and scream around him, not stopping until you’re overstimulated and crying, begging him to stop. That’s when he’ll pull back and whisper sweet words to you, pulling you down, seeing you writhe for him, it always gets his blood pumping, feeling cocky that he’s the one doing this to you, he’s the one that gets to fuck you, nobody else, all for him.

-Poseidon- He doesn’t show his emotions to those who are beneath him, but when he sees this filth flirting with you, his lover, he can’t help but feel rage building up inside. Anyone looking at him would feel terrified to be caught in his gaze, except for you, you were the only person not afraid of him, the only person worthy enough to stand by his side, and him at yours. When he gets jealous he will deny it full-heartedly, even to himself, but you will easily notice he is much quieter than normal. Once alone, having kicked everyone out of his throne room and assuring none could hear the sweet music you make, he’ll have you bent over his throne, fucking hard into you, his rage leaving as he watches your ass jiggle as you struggle to take his harsh pace. After he finishes he can’t help but admire your fucked out body on his throne, symbolizing your place as his and his alone.

-Thor- Is very gentle with you in the bedroom, as he’s a big guy and knows that if he’s not careful he will hurt you. The only time he goes a bit rougher on you is when he gets jealous, seeing other men looking at what is his, other men flirting with you. He’s usually quick to whisk you away, as he knows you get uncomfortable when other men are around you, looking at you like you’re a piece of meat. Thor always makes you unable to walk the next day when he gets jealous, railing you so hard into the bed, making you cry out for him. He will always leer down at you but with a fondness, watching your body struggling to take his girth, crying out, pleading up at him for more. He always gives you what you want, since he is the only one who gets to have you, who gets to hear you like this, see you like this, feel you like this. The thought always makes him lick his lips, a feral possessive feeling coming over him as he goes harder on you.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hades #ror buddha #ror poseidon #ror thor

[menonlywrestling]

Frankfurt 1952

Older/Younger pro tag team lovers.

Wolfgang 52 and Karl 27 (top image) have been a couple for 3 years. They met at their local wrestling gym. Friends initially, things began to develop when they couldn't get through a training session without it becoming a sex fight. For them, wrestling and sex go hand in hand. Mainly singles wrestlers, they wrestle as a tag team around 30% of the time.

They face off against a visiting team from Portugal.

Alfonso 49 and Francisco 29 (bottom image) have been a couple for 8 years. They met when Francisco was doing his national service and Alfonso was a sergeant and pro wrestling coach in the army. He was extremely impressed with Francisco's natural wrestling ability, strength and stamina for a lightweight. He'd often beat opponents from the weight classes above.

Francisco is an incredibly jealous lover, and he's noticed there's an attraction between Karl and Alfonso, and he caught Karl winking and smiling at Alfonso earlier that day.

Match time, the bell rings and it's Francisco and Wolfgang in the ring first. Before the action has started, Francisco points to Karl and says "I want him". Karl is eager to get in the ring. He's sized Francisco up and reckons he can take him.

He thought wrong.

As Karl enters the ring through the ropes, Francisco immediately attacks him with a flurry of extremely stiff forearm smashes to his shoulders, and knees to the gut. He scoops Karl up and and tosses him across the ring, where he lands on his back with a massive thud, winding him.

Francisco walks across the ring and drops to his knees, making sure one knee lands on Karl's neck. While Karl struggles, his opponent works over his gut and hairy pecs with vicious punches and claws. Alfonso realises whats happening and thinks 'Oh shit'. He's seen this before.

Francisco eventually lets up and gets off Karl, knowing he's already weakened him considerably. Wolfgang shouts "Come on Karl! Get up!" as Karl attempts to compose himself. Every time he tries to get up, he's stomped on by Francisco. Eventually, once Karl is on his hands and knees, his opponent tightly grabs a handful of his hair and pulls him to his feet, then grabs his arm and catapults him across the ring, where he hits the turnbuckle with such force the ring shakes. Karl slumps to the floor. Hes picked up by the hair again, dragged into the middle of the ring, and Francisco repeats the move, (He's making sure not to throw him against the turnbuckle at the other end of the ring, where he might be able to tag his partner). Karl is in a lot of trouble now. He's picked up by the hair again. He's winded and barely able to stand. Francisco begins to repeatedly smash Karl's head into the top of the turnbuckle, opening a cut above his right eye.

For the next 25 minutes Karl is subjected to the worst beating he's ever received in the ring. Tied up in the ropes and abused, torture racks into long held over the knee back breakers, an absolutely brutal Boston, that looked like he was going to snap in half, a nasty figure 4, where Francisco took the opportunity to taunt Wolfgang while he made his partner suffer in the hold.

Eventually, Francisco felt he'd made his point and it was time to put Karl out of his misery. He decided he'd finish him off in a Camel (his favourite finisher), making sure they were both facing Alfonso. He grabs Karl's hair, lifting his head up so he could see Alfonso. He shouts to his partner "Do you still think he's cute now? Do you still want to fuck him now?!" and spits in Karl's face, before applying a tight sleeper. When he feels Karl is losing consciousness he whispers in his ear "stay the fuck away from my man".

Wolfgang and Alfonso have raging hard cocks, watching the destruction.

Karl is KO'ed. The bell repeatedly rings, but Francisco keeps the hold on for just a little longer, before releasing and leaving the ring, followed by Alfonso.

Wolfgang immediately gets into the ring to tend to Karl, who lies bloody and battered on the ring floor. He plans on getting revenge.

#gay wrestling #pro wrestling #beefy daddy #vintage pro wrestling #wrestling singlet #suffering pro wrestlers #bloody wrestling #gay bear

[7waystreet]

frustration | min yoongi

synopsis — you're stuck on a flight with min yoongi, your rude and irritating co-worker, but the sexual tension between the two of you takes over after a round of arguments

genre — fluff; smut

warnings — 18+ language and sexual content, fingering, handjob

word count — 1.5k

You're no doubt irritated right now, and with full reason, uncomfortably walking down the narrow aisle while holding your heavy carry-on bag in one hand, as your purse remains loosely hooked onto the other shoulder. Traveling from New York back to Seoul has ended up being way more stressful than you'd imagined.

You let out a deep breath of relief having finally reached the spot, your mood significantly getting worse though when you see the two tiny crammed up seats next to each other on the flight.

"Are you kidding me?!" you seethe in anger, throwing your purse on the window side seat. "They want us to sit for 14 hours in these?!"

"Will you shut the fuck up?" his deep voice sounds off from behind you. "Be glad we even had this flight as an option."

Min Yoongi is your super rude co-worker who you've had the misfortune of being stuck with on this week long business trip in the States. It's urgent you get back to Seoul asap since you already have important meetings set for the next few days at your office, which is exactly why you had to choose getting on this rather stuffy airplane as a last minute resort.

You've now clearly dropped the fake act you and Yoongi play in front of your other co-workers, pretending like the two of you get along perfectly well instead of the usual air of annoyance you mutually share around each other. The truth is you both absolutely can't stand one another, and since you're no longer in a professional setting, your true feelings for him pour out of you without any filter.

"No need to lecture me ok? Stop acting like my dad, god damn it" you scoff at him as you struggle to lift your bulky carry-on bag.

"Stop being so irritating then" he scoffs right back, putting his own bag down and helping you push yours into the cubby above.

Even though Yoongi has a constant "I'm-better-than-you" attitude, he does have a caring side that he rarely shows, which somehow becomes visible in this moment as he chooses to assist you with your bag instead of ignoring you like he usually does. The least you can do now is zip your mouth shut and avoid saying anything mean back to him, even though you're secretly itching to.

You shortly become pissed at how Yoongi's already elbowed you off of the shared arm rest between the two of you, acting like he owns the stupid airplane himself or something. It's also ridiculous how you have to force a conversation with him every time you've got to get up to go to the restroom, pleading him to move his knees back a bit to give you enough space to scoot past his seat to reach the aisle.

"How many fucking times do you have to go pee?"

"Don't act like you're not enjoying the fact that you get to stare at my ass each time I go back and forth."

You feel a boost of confidence when you catch Yoongi blushing at your rather blunt comment, a win in your books as he even fails to come up with a witty reply. He just shrugs his shoulders fully embarrassed, disengaging himself from talking with you all together by putting on his headphones.

Your excitement is short lived though when you see Yoongi shamelessly flirting with the cute hostess on your way back from the restroom. You know how truly uncomfortable he is in that small seat, but he's fake praising the flight while flashing the attendant his gummy smile.

"Had your little fun flirting with her?" you sarcastically ask your co-worker after you've settled back down in your seat.

"You know what? I did. At least she's not a bitch like you."

If he wasn't so god damn sexy of a guy, you probably would've already punched him for his crude comment. It's like Yoongi holds a trigger with full power to blow your head off with rage any second, but he also convincingly tempts you in ways that you try your best not to pay attention to, but can't seem to avoid.

Yoongi isn't an intimidatingly tall man, but just the right height with an attractively slim figure, your gaze now falling on the comfy black sweatpants and royal blue FILA hoodie he's wearing as you sneakily steal a glance at him, somewhat in awe and anger. His pale skin contrasts with his jet black hair, which is slightly parted in the middle and resting beautifully on his forehead, his dark cat-shaped eyes deeply peering into yours as he catches you looking at him.

"What now?" he lazily asks, his husky voice sounding tired as if you've sucked the energy out of him by your presence.

"Nothing."

Turning away from him, you start browsing through the touch screen catalog on the personalized t.v. in front of you, mumbling out your complaints about how the flight doesn't have entertaining movies to play, which triggers Yoongi again.

"Will you stop?! God, I fucking wish there was a way I could shut your little mouth up."

"You asshole! You seriously need to go fu— mmpphh—"

Your words are cut short when you suddenly feel Yoongi crash his lips into yours, his forehead bumping yours and his hands firmly holding your shoulders as he roughly pins you back against your seat. You're undoubtedly baffled by how he's just kissed you, but the burning feeling that's forming in the pit of your stomach urges you to close your eyes and press your lips back into his soft ones.

"What the hell was that for?!" you gasp out as soon as he pulls away.

"Thought of a way to shut you up" he cockily smirks in return, not breaking his deepening eye contact with you.

In a flash of a second, your lips are met with Yoongi's again as you both impatiently lean in and start making out roughly, the sexual frustration between the two of you very evident as you're struggling to not make any noise in the dimly lit airplane. It's impossible to say who kissed the other first, Yoongi now slyly slipping his tongue into your mouth, navigating around with it and lightly sucking on yours, making you have to fight for breath. He goes back to kissing your lips, gently nibbling on your bottom one while his hand simultaneously lifts the shared arm rest to get rid of that barrier in between your bodies.

He's wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer towards him, now smoothly caressing your thigh with his other hand as you both start panting in the heat of the moment. It's almost embarrassing how fast he's getting you soaking wet, but you don't even care about it anymore as you can tell his hand on your thigh starts sliding up.

"Yoongi... What are you doing..."

You feel him playing with the waistband of your leggings, slowly pulling it down before his hand starts to slither inside.

"Nobody has to know" he rasps in your ear, his lips grazing your cheek before he goes back to kissing you.

Just like that, he's begun rubbing his fingers on your bare clit, your body already twitching from the slightest bit of friction he's causing. He doesn't waste any time and inserts two fingers into your heat at once, making you gasp at the stretch while his fingers feel how tight you are and how wet he's made you.

The lust within you takes over when he starts pumping you with his fingers, attaching his lips back onto yours as a moan unintentionally leaves your mouth.

"Shhh... We gotta be quiet. Oh shit—"

You're the one shutting him up now as he feels your hand sneaking inside the layer of his sweatpants, straight into his boxers. You make sure no one's around before pulling his erect cock out, Yoongi closing his eyes from the pleasure that's taking over his body as you start openly massaging his length, getting him harder with each stroke.

He picks up the speed too, thrusting his fingers inside you even faster as your own hand works its magic on him, both of you at a loss of words and fully into the heart pumping moment.

"Fuckkk (y/n), you're gonna make me cum so hard."

His dirty talk fully gets you off, your core clenching as your orgasm takes over you, Yoongi's fingers glistening with your juices when he softly takes them out of you while your chest heaves from the climax. In a quickening panic, he now grabs the blanket that's besides you and holds it at the top of his length, right before his cum shoots out of the tip from your continued stroking.

Your heart's about to fall out of your chest when you see the same cute hostess slowly walking up the aisle right that minute, making her last round to check if any of the passengers need something. Yoongi's noticed her too as he hastily pulls his sweatpants up and throws the cum filled blanket onto the floor, kicking it underneath the seat in front of him in an attempt to get rid of the unholy evidence.

You adjust yourself in your seat, trying to normalize your breathing and look as casual as possible even though it feels like you've just ran a marathon, the annoying attendant stopping by your seats no doubt, obviously to take another jab at flirting with Yoongi.

"Everything good, sir? Would you like me to get you anything?"

"Ah no thanks, I'm very satisfied right now."

#yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi fic #yoongi fanfic #yoongi oneshot #min yoongi #방탄소년단 #suga x reader

[mediocre-daydreams]

james calms you down after an argument

(1.1k) // one suggestive comment

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

remus knew that there was only one way this would end, and it was not going to be a pretty one.

you were furious. “sirius onion black-”

“-it’s orion!”

“-i don’t give a damn about your middle name!” you snarled, stalking over to him as he tried to escape from the pitch into the men’s locker room. you were unphased, walking in right after him. “are you serious?”

sirius opened his mouth, sensing the perfect opening. unfortunately, you were all too familiar with his puns.

“and don’t give me your bloody pun, because i’m- i’m angry!” you declared. you had a bone to pick and were extra crabby; the gryffindor vs. hufflepuff match had gone on longer than expected—that’s what james got for underestimating the friendly badgers, you supposed.

sirius ruffled your hair affectionately, walking past you with his broom in one hand like your rage meant nothing to him. of course, that only fuelled you more.

“where are you going? come back, you absolute-”

“woah, little one,” james chuckled from behind you, scooping you up and tossing you over his shoulder effortlessly. he claimed the post-quidditch adrenaline made him stronger than usual, but you knew it was just an excuse to carry you around more. “what’s got you all riled up?”

“don’t patronize me!” you seethed, pounding your fists against james’ back. “ouch! merlin, when did your back get so hard?” 

remus, closing his book with a snap, grinned. “quidditch gear,” he explained.

you groaned. “godric, you’re all such pains.” remus trailed just behind james so he could make fun of your disdain, which you planned on getting him back for. james, who was holding his broom in one hand and his helmet under his other arm, was not providing you the smoothest ride.

“put me down, would you? i’m going to vomit all over your jersey.”

“nuh-uh,” james teased. “i know you’re going to kill padfoot the minute you get the chance and we really need him for the gryffindor vs. slytherin match.”

sirius poked his head out from behind a locker, scandalized. “i knew you only kept me around for my beater skills!”

you squirmed in james’ grip, only encouraging to tighten his hold on you. “i swear to godric, james fucking potter, i’m not going to kiss you for- for a week if you don’t let me go!” 

“wrong f word, lovie,” he laughed. he caved, sliding you gently to the floor. once your feet touch the floor, he bumped your shoulder. “we both know you couldn’t go a week without kissing me.”

“excuse me? you and your bloody ego—y’know what? lily was right about you, toerag!” you spun around and pointed to remus accusingly. “and you! you were complicit in james’ crimes! i should be mad at you too!”

you took a deep, calming breath. when you caught sight of sirius, still struggling into his normal clothing, all your relaxing progress was lost. “padf- no, black!” you tried to maintain your vengeful composure. “how dare you steal my scarf during the game! mcgonagall was right behind me; do you know how embarrassing that was? i could’ve fallen over the stands! i could’ve died!” you lamented. “and look!” you held up james’ gryffindor scarf, which he insisted you wear to every game for good luck. “you almost ripped my scarf!”

“technically, it’s my scarf,” james piped, his voice muffled from the showers. “and i say all is forgiven, pads.”

“well, i still could’ve died! and you dropped it! look, it’s muddy! i had to wear this muddy scarf the whole time because it’s ‘good luck’ and i wasn’t about to curse the team!”

james sighed, coming out from a row of lockers in his normal clothing and slung a heavy arm around you. you allowed yourself to nuzzle closer to his chest, breathing in the smell of his indulgent hazelnut body wash, before remembering you were supposed to be upset with him.

“lovie’s got a point, padfoot. varity was nearly going to score while you were off bothering m’girl. as much as i love bothering you,” james smiled down at you fondly, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “mckinnon had to hit two bludgers because of you. i’ll bet you’re in for a second scolding at dinner.”

“blah, blah, blah,” sirius grumbled. “moony, you’re on my side, right? i thought it was pretty funny. still do.”

remus nodded thoughtfully, looking into the air as if he were deep in contemplation. “yeah, it was pretty funny. sorry, sweets.” he looked at you apologetically, with no hint of remorse at all.

james scowled, grabbing your hand posessively. “don’t flirt with m’girl.”

you opened you mouth to tell james he was being ridiculous, but sirius got there first.

“i swear to merlin, you’re worse than usual after quidditch.” sirius shoved his equipment in his locker with a loud clang, before gesturing for the three of you to follow him up to the castle. “calm down, would ‘ya? nobody’s gonna steal your girlie from you.”

james sniffed, unconvinced. you wanted to comfort him and reassure him with sweet words. nobody’s as lovely as you, jamie. i would give you all my chocolate frog cards. i love you so much that i’d wear the muddy scarf for you without complaint, except i really felt like making a fuss today.

but you didn’t. you were supposed to be mad. “yeah, nobody’ll steal me away because you’re so damn sticky—like a tree frog! and your glasses are like the big, bulging eyes, and you’re all jumpy and energetic and cute…” you trailed off, lost in daydreams about the tree frogs you had seen last summer at a muggle zoo.

james smiled adoringly, squeezing your intertwined hands. at the sight of your doting partner, you melted, immediately dropping your act. “oh, c’mere, you big baby.”

james bent down to kiss you, humming contentedly as he pulled away. hovering in front of your face, he furrowed his eyebrows and examined you closely. then, he began his relentless attack. kisses landed on all areas of your face in an imitation of what you’d done to him this very morning.

“good godrick—hey, that’s my job!” you complained, pushing his chest gently but secretly revelling in his affection. “you’re stealing my ‘thing!’”

“really? i don’t see your name on it!” james cupped your cheeks and gently shook your head. a laugh escaped you, and james smirked. “there’s that pretty smile!”

even after the months you’d been together, james’ smirk still left your head reeling. he still managed to draw those butterflies out of you, which he and your friends loved to tease you about.

sirius looked at remus, motioning his head towards the two of you, who’d stopped halfway up the hill, distracted by each other, and pretended to gag. remus raised his eyebrows. “that’s not the only time you’ll be g-”

sirius fired a silencing spell on remus with incredible speed.

#james potter fluff #james potter x reader #james potter drabble #james potter x you #james potter x y/n

[selfawarecobalt]

bro that fight was absolutely ridiculous! I love Gray but that was clearly main character syndrome. when Freed said that the rune won't cancel every magic to give Gray a chance I knew this was the first excuse to have the Raijinshuu lose. if serious, Freed could've just cancelled everything and the fight would've been over before it even began. then the Gray doesn't feel the torture rune excuse out of nowhere and the fact that Gray won against Evergreen Bickslow AND Freed with all ridiculous reasons and then struggled against an injured and exhausted Mirajane afterwards while Freed was holding up great against an emotional-overdrive, rage power Mira in the fight with her, it's all just so badly written. I would've given Gray the advantage of using devil slayer magic against people like Mira and Freed but at least make it a damn good and difficult fight because not only Mira is a power to be reckoned with, Freed has been set up to be too. then there are Ever and Bickslow qith their eye magics as well, and how they were knocked out was a joke too. I dont want this animated.

EXACTLY. I’ll be the first to admit gray would be powerful enough to defeat individual members of the thunder legion (that main character power boost) but that was an utter piss take. gray still struggled against just bixlow during their first fight, even if he couldve beaten him. that “um actually gray cant feel pain in this form” was completely stupid. ive seen a lot of awful things from modern fairy tail but that was undoubtedly the worst. also that “omg of course i feel pain i was hitting my comewades :((((“ INFURIATED me. didnt have that energy during what i assume was meant to be a “comedic” scene of him just beating the shit out of freed when he was already down. also the whole “lets rip the clothes off the only girl!” thing made me want to barf. i genuinely believe it would’ve been better for their characters if the thunder legion had been killed in the tartaros arc.

also YEAH THE WHOLE “struggled against an exhausted and injured mira” genuinely gave me vertigo after i finally escaped from having it shoved down my eyeholes. like yeah mira was rusty during her fight with freed but she was absolutely rage filled, and it was really emphasised just how powerful she was, and it was STILL a tough fight. against just freed. the whole thunder legion vs gray shouldve been a sweep in the other direction. weve seen they can all work together, using their unique magics to complicate things for enemies.

cant think where else to put this so im slapping this in here. EVEN THOUGH GRAY HAS DEMON SLAYER MAGIC NOW FREED HAS A FUCKING SWORD. also that stupid “gray teleports behind evergreen and bixlow” thing? WHAT KIND OF DEMON SLAYER MAGIC IS THAT. all fairy tail main characters are the worst type of mary sue. and i LIKE mary sues.

evergreen can turn people to stone and fire hundreds of BULLETS and explosions. bixlow can use his babies to beat the shit out of long distance targets and take control of their bodies (NOT TURN THEM CHIBI. HIRO.). FREED CAN FUCKING TURN INTO A DEMON AND ALMOST INSTANTLY TRAP PEOPLE AND DEPRIVE THEM OF OXYGEN, AND CUT A GODDAMN TORNADO IN HALF. THESE ARE VETERAN FIGHTERS WHO WERE ONCE ABLE TO DAMN NEAR TAKE DOWN THE ENTIRE GUILD. now theyre just a joke. their personalities have been completely erased and replaced with “omg laxus!!”. im going to hurl

if you HAD to make up an excuse to weaken them, sure you could make up some shit about “oh the barrier particles damaged their magic containers” BUT EVEN THEN THEYRE STILL SMART ENOUGH TO WORK TOGETHER.

seriously. this was the most blatant case of main character nepotism ive literally ever seen. i genuinely despise 100yq, it always felt so lazy and uncreative. uhh yeah actually surprise theres four more acnologias but more powerful. yeah theyre were never mentioned before so what. every character looks the same now. the lucyification of the fairy tail girls needs to be studied. this infection is taking away every single character and the only reactions im seeing to it are “omg glow up!!”

(also i HATE seeing people talk about the spinoff characters like “omg so cute its like an alternate universe” NO ITS JUST LAZY. HE ONLY KNOWS LIKE 4 CHARACTER TYPES AS MAIN CHARACTERS AND IM SICK OF NOONE ACKNOWLEDGING IT)

#theres definitely more i could say but id have to wade through the depths of despair in my mind to find it #but anyway youre so right. im so mad #fairy tail #freed justine #evergreen #bixlow #bickslow #gray fullbuster #bitta benter #100 years quest #ft

[playgrl0]

a/n: i.. have no idea what this is. it isn't a real fic it's just something that i needed to get off my chest... i think? idk man lmao. i wrote it while i was very high nd sad lol. also, i decided to not tag anyone since this isn't really a fic nd it's not about anyone specific. i imagined nanami while writing it tho, (well, the beginning nd the end lol) but u can ofc imagine anyone u want.

wc: 0,582

!! TW! implied suicide. poor mental health. just overall sad nd dark, very depressing i guess... i don't really know. please don't read if u easily get triggered, thank u !!

“Are you okay?” he asks. His voice is soft and careful. His hand resting atop your shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze, his eyes showing a sign of worry while waiting for your answer.

-

“Yes” “yes” “yes” “yes” “yes” “yes” “yes”

But am i really?

No. I'm not okay at all. But if I give you that answer, then what? What are you going to do? What can you do?

Absolutely nothing.

I'm in way too much pain. Too much has happened. Too many things have fucked up my brain. There's nothing you could ever do or say to take that trauma and pain away from me. So “yes”, is the best answer i can give you.

You can't do anything about the raging storm that is happening inside of my head. No one can. It's loud. It's so loud there. Loud thunder. The rain,

So loud, so loud, so fucking loud.

And my head feels heavy. Really fucking heavy. It's like I can barely hold it up and I always have to lay down to make sure my body doesn't give out under the heavy pressure of carrying my head around.

And when the thoughts in my brain keep piling on top of each other, so much, and so high that I barely can fit inside anymore, that's when the thoughts get really dark and heavy.

That's where I know that not a single soul can help me.

That I'm lost.

That's when I want to hurt myself.

When I want everything to stop.

The thoughts. The pain. The numbness. The heaviness. The struggle. The tears. The voices.

When i want

To

Stop

Existing.

That's the deepest part of the hole you can fall into. The moment where you're only a second, only a millimetre away from hitting the bottom.

That's the moment you get rid of your existence and hit the bottom of the hole.

It's what I've been longing for for the longest time. I don't remember what it's like not to want it.

The best part about it is that you won't feel the impact. You won't feel the pain, the shame, the guilt, the heaviness of the world anymore because it's quiet.

It'll be so quiet and peaceful.

No voices. No storm. No pain. No thoughts. No tears. No harm. No danger.

Just

Peace.

That's the only thing that can fix me. That can heal me, make me be okay.

But until then, I'm not okay. I won't be. There's nothing, besides that, that can fix me.

But I can't tell him, or anyone else, any of that.

So i'll just continue to nod my head, give a assuring smile and say yes.

“Yes” “yes” “yes” “yes” “yes” “yes” “yes”

-

I wrap my arms around his torso, my head buried in his chest. “Yes.” I answer him. “Just tired, that's all.” I smile at him.

He smiles back, kissing my forehead gently. He doesn't believe me, I know that. But he doesn't want to pressure me. “You can talk to me. Always and about anything. You know that, right?” he reminds me, his soft lips moving against my forehead.

“I know.” I kiss him on the lips, he smiles against mine. “Let's go lay down and take a nap together, yeah? You need rest.”

love,

<3 @ playgrl0

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[sketchy-rosewitch]

Anything for You: Corey Cunningham x afab!reader

Warnings: Blood, PinV, sex in blood, reader and Corey kill someone

A/N: I’m having fun writing these >:33

Haunted Hoedown Day 2

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A loud huff escapes your lips as you kneel between your boyfriend’s legs to clean the slice mark that was made on his stomach.

“I’ll fucking kill them. Who were they?” You growl, dabbing almost aggressively into the mark. Corey hisses and arches him back at the pain. He doesn’t answer and you glare into his brown eyes. Your eyes soften when you see the way he looks at you. “Please just tell me. We can do it together for all I care.”

“Was a guy who comes into the bar you work at. He was talking about you, so fucking disgustingly and I couldn’t take it. So I punched him and he pulled out a knife on me and stabbed me and ran.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes slowly become rage filled as he explains what had happened. It makes your stomach turn in both anger and excitement.

“Was it Lenard?” You ask. He nods, you smile. “Why don’t we teach him why you don’t talk about Corey’s significant other in a bad way yeah?”

-

You give Corey a quick peck on his lips before the two of you split up. Your hand reaching up and pulling down your cheap Lion Halloween mask.

Lenard had a habit of keeping all of his doors unlocked. It was honestly stupid of him considering he lived in Haddonfield of all places. Still it made you and Corey’s job so much easier.

You reach for the doorknob with your gloves hand and twist it slightly, the door creaks open and you slide in, shutting it quietly behind you.

Lenard sleeps on the couch, the tv plays quietly in the background.

Corey is already making his way across the living room to him. You swiftly pull your knife out and Corey grabs the older man turning him so he’s facing towards you.

Lenard looks around absolutely startled at what is happening and before he can scream, Corey grabs his face and holds his hand over his mouth.

“You brought this on yourself you fucking cuck! Sitting here talking about me and then when my boyfriend defends me you stab him and run! Now I gotta clean up the mess! Asshole!” You thrust your knife into Lenard’s stomach over and over again.

The grey haired man screams and struggles to get out of Corey’s grasp. Corey is so much stronger than him though. “Can’t just keep your damn mouth shut! Now no one has to hear your crude comments again!” You scream.

Lenard’s eyes roll back and you move up his body as blood splatters all over you. Corey only getting it on his hands and scarecrow mask.

The light drains from Lenard’s eyes and you watch as he starts to go limp in your tall boyfriend’s arms.

Corey drops him to the floor and pulls his mask off then lifts yours off of you. His bloody hands grab your face and he kisses you so deeply.

You let out a groan and smile into the kiss, both of your coveralls quickly come off and you’re on the couch where Lenard was sleeping, kissing and paring at each other like your lives depending on it.

Corey’s dick easily slides into you and you roll your hips, your hands then grab Corey’s face and you smear Lenard’s blood all over him.

Corey’s cock stretches you out, he fucks up into you as you bounce on it. You pull at your boyfriends hair and let out a soft laugh. “Fuck, you feel so good baby.” You moan.

“You looked so good.” He whispers then bites your lip.

His hands grab and paw at your chest before he pinches your nipples. He takes one in his mouth and sucks and bites on it. Your tongue hangs out of your mouth in a silent moan.

The adrenaline in the room never ceases. Corey cums but you continue riding him. You cum and Corey switches positions, quickly and loudly fucking into you. The blood soaks into the couch and carpet and by dawn the two of you stumble back to your house, both cock and pussy drunk, sore and content with what the two of you did to Lenard.

You spend time cleaning the blood from your coveralls then, take a relaxing shower, feeling and comforting each other.

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