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geekedoutbunny · 5 months

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Office Chair Cuddles

Warnings : None

Paring : Husband! Nanami x Wife! Reader

Rated E

Nanami was in his home office, paperwork scattered over his desk, his laptop opened in the center of it all, His blazer rested on the back of his chair, his sleeves rolled up a serious look on his face as he listened to the online meeting. His brow twitched in slight irritation at Gojo's antics. He respected the man, but sometimes he wonders if he even deserves it. He looked over at the time at the bottom of his screen.

1:30 am He sighed. 'Overtime... again.' He thought in dread.

The sound of his office door opening caught his attention and he looked up, you shyly poked your head in before you eased in more, showing him a cup of freshly brewed coffee and some equally fresh baked biscuits. He gave you a kind smile as he waved you in quietly.

You timidly stepped in, your hair a mess from lying in bed. You were asleep but you could hear the faint voice of your husband from his office whenever you got up to use the restroom, you decided on your second trip that you'd make him some coffee and biscuits as a 'picker-upper.' You quietly walked over to him, his large shirt on your body looked like a loose dress with sleep wrinkles in it.

He sat back in his chair, the metal squeaking in light protest. "Thank you love. I didn't wake you, did I?" He said as you placed the plate and cup down on his desk. You shook your head. "No, I just woke up to use the restroom and I heard you, so I decided to help some by making you a 'Pick me upper.'" You explained. His smile seemed to stretch more at your words as he took in your appearance. You were always so cute like this.

Just freshly woken, hair a mess, clothes large and wrinkled, sleepy eyes, cute little smile. It always made him feel so lucky to call you his own. He placed his hand on your waist and he gently rubbed it with his thumb. You hummed, happy to be receiving attention and appreciation for your small efforts. You leaned into his touch. "Sleepy." You mumbled before you yawned. "You should go back to bed love, thank you for the 'pick me upper'." He said as he lightly pushed you away from his desk.

You slightly stumbled, but you pushed back some. "But, I wanna cuddle with you as I sleep." You said with a pout. He sighed. "I know, but I'm in a meeting right now, but I'll cuddle you as soon as I'm done here. I promise." He said gently. Your pout deepened and you crossed your arms and stood your ground. He stared at you for a moment before he spoke. "Dear, I promise, I'll be there as soon as I'm done." He said. He didn't want to turn you down, but he had to attend this meeting, it was important.

"But it's been days since we last cuddled and I miss you." You whined. He sighed, he couldn't disagree with that, it's been about a week since you both last even slept in the same room together. He's been flooded with work, and as a result, he's made his office into his temporary bedroom. 'Gojo's fault, no less.' He thought bitterly as he glared over at Gojo through the screen, He and Utahime were in an argument at the moment, it's been like that for the last 10 minutes now.

He looked back over at you before he sighed in defeat. "Very well then." he said. You beamed a happy smile before you gave a quiet squeal as you bounced in happiness before you darted out of the room. He sat there for a moment and he didn't have to wait long before you came back with a small blanket and your phone. He chuckled as he shook his head in amusement before he turned his chair away from his desk. He watched as you placed your phone on the desk, drape the blanket over your shoulders before you claimed into his lap.

The chair leaned back with the added weight, your legs going under the armrests as you snuggled into his chest. He stayed still until you were comfortable and swiveled the chair so that he could reach the phone before he swiveled. His chair sat horizontally to the desk so that he could reach his coffee and biscuits and still stay focused on the meeting. He gave you your phone before he placed a comforting hand on your back while the other reached for his coffee.

He took a sip and sighed as his shoulders relaxed. He missed you desperately so, but work calls. He's usually more professional than this, but he could make an exception, he always does for you. "AWWWW!! NANAMI IS CUDDLING GUYS LOOK!!! HE DOES HAVE A HEART!!!" Came Gojo's annoyed voice. Nanami's brow twitched in irritation as his grip on his cup tightened. He glared over at the screen and he watched in irritation as Gojo took hundreds of photos and videos.

"HEY MRS. KENTO!!! IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE WE LAST SPOKE!! I'LL BE PAYING YOU A VISIT TOMORROW!!!" He shouted as he gave a cute little wave at the screen. You looked at the screen and you smiled happily at the screen before you waved back. "OKAY!! I'LL MAKE SURE TO MAKE LOTS OF MOCHIES FOR YOU GOJI!!!" You said back with matching excitement. Gojo laughed in victory and glee. He missed your cute nicknames, they always made him smile.

Nanami sighed. "You will remain far from my home, Gojo. You always have a bad influence on Y/n." He said in an even tone. You and Gojo pouted at his words. "BUT NAMI!!!" You both said in a whining tone. Nanami's brow twitched. "You're lucky you're behind that screen, Gojo." He said in a threatening tone. Gojo just childishly laughed. Your pout remained. "Come on Namimi, it's been forever since I've seen Gojo, and I miss him. You know he's my girlboss." You said as you began negotiations. Nanami stared at you with an unamused stare. "He's male and identifies as he/him." He said in a stoic voice.

You pointed your nose up as you crossed your arms. "Then he's my boyboss." You said in a factual tone. "YEAH!! AND SHE'S MY GIRLBOSS!!" Gojo yelled through the screen. Nanami, without looking, muted his volume. You had to bite your inner cheeks so as not to laugh at the sudden action. "Give me three good reasons as to why I should allow him over." He said. You smiled.

"Well, first, he's my best friend. Second, he'll keep me safe. Third, you'll be able to keep him from giving you overtime.... again." You said. He remained silent for a moment before he reached up and he messaged his eyes under his glasses. "You and Gojo will be the death of me." He mumbled. "YAY!!!" You shouted in victory your arms shot up and your blanket fell off. Gojo could be seen celebrating silently before his camera went crazy before it relaxed and only the underside of his bed could be seen. Utahime laughed evilly, and Yaga shook his head.

You laughed at the scene, your laughter made Nanami's frown slowly melt before he smiled. 'Maybe having Gojo over won't be so bad.' He thought fondly as he sipped his coffee.

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marvel-tfic · 1 year

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Hi and welcome!

Can you write a tickle story with Bucky Barnes and the reader?

Where he's trying to find their tickle spot and it takes him a while to find, but she likes being tickled?

Hii, thanks.

My first story in tumblr so ignore any mistakes🤍

I'll try doing it with no especific pronouns so that everyone can read so please tell me if i used any🤍

Bucky Barnes(ler)×Reader(lee)

It was one more night after a long day bucky and you were cuddling and watching harry potter in the couch. Bucky was feeling that you was tired and stressed from the day so he started drawing random shapes with his fingertips on your back to relax you a little but accidentally brushed in yours side which made you flinch and got a little tense bucky didn't knew about how ticklish you were and that you actually like it but he now had a great idea "baby, i'll ask this only once, are you ticklish?" This question made you freeze even though you liked it but you wouldn't say "no, why did you ask that?" You knew bucky wouldn't give up that easy so lying was a bold decision. Bucky by the way didn't buy it even a little so he said back with a side smile "well if you are not it wouldn't be a problem if i did this" he poked you in the ribs which actually made you smile and squirm a little as that was your worst spot, this was all bucky needed to sit on your thighs and ask a question with a cheeky grin "y/n you know it is not a good decision to lie to me so... let's make a deal tell me your ticklish spot or i'll find it by myself" no way you would tell it so you just stood quiet as an answer as now was certain he would try anywhere to find it "i see how it is then guess i'll have an experiment to do now so first let's see if those ears and neck are a little sensible" his hands reached behind yours ears and spider way down through their neck, his cold metal arm gave you chills and giggles started to pour out they weren't loud but enough to make squirm and scrunch your shoulders "bucky, it tickles" you say giggling he just smirked and answer "well it is supposed to tell me your spot and this won't be too long" as you were actually liking it you just talk back in giggles "Never" he replies in a sarcastic tone "as you wish". Bucky stood there for a little before going a little down through your shoulders and burry his hand in your armpits "let's see how is it a bit down here" he started with some scratches that already made you giggle but then he started that was time to get a bit harder and he started tickling your armpits faster, that was making you laugh a lot and squirm, Bucky, was satisfied with this reaction but he knew it wasn't a worse spot. "BUCKY, PLEASEEE" he wasn't gonna lose this chance so he teased back "please what? Tickle you more, as you want" he got harder and stood for a bit more of time there until he thinks it is time to move forward and he just teased you again "well seems like someone is a bit ticklish her, spot noted" he said spidering down to your ribs, just at this light spidering was enough to get giggles and squirms out, your worst spot finally came and you knew you were done "wow guess we have another spot that seems to be in the competition" he started squezing your ribs and shaking his 10 fingers there this actually made you go crazy squirming and laughing in a loud way rarelly seen "wow this is actually a good spot, does it tickle y/n?" He said teasing you to see your reaction "SHUT UUUUP" you say laughing halfly aware about your consequences but then bucky makes a shocked face and say "ok you are paying for it" he put his hands under your shirt and again shaked both hands in your ribs, this made you squeal and then it was obvious there was your tickle spot and that only made him wanna stay more. After a while he stoped and pronounced "well guess i found your tickle spot then, but be aware that i wanna try some more just to see if i am wrong" you were out of breath, giggly and blushed from everything "bucky you are so mean" bucky chuckle and poke you a little ong the sides and stomach "now you say this but i didn't hear you asking me to stop not even once" you blush more and he hugs you "feeling better y/n/n?" you hugged him "much better"

#marvel tickle #tickle fic #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #sfw interaction only #sfw tickling community

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hanymelon · 3 years

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Onesies!!!

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #mammon #lucifer #mira #the onesies are so cute!!!#i love luci's butt wings #i am very not okay with all the hard material they have on tho #wanna cuddle and not be poked by metal thanks!!!#anyway #put mira in a platypus onesie!! heheh #a perry the platypus onesie!!!#i want one #i feel like these would be good as keychains or stickers or smth lol #ok its late goodnight!!#hany art

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ficsandgiggles · 3 years

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The Avengers Will Always Have Your Back

Idek if I’m still relevant here but surprise! I wrote a cute little fic 💕

You sighed as you went into your own little world, you just didn’t feel yourself today and couldn’t figure out why, but the feeling well and truly sucked. You curled up on your bed, you honestly had no idea what would help you at this point.

Suddenly, you heard a knock on the door, you reluctantly told the mystery person to come in, you turned your head and gave a weak smile when you discovered it was Bucky, who was clearly concerned about you.

“Hey doll, you feeling alright?” He asked, sitting himself on your bed, gently rubbing your back comfortingly. You relaxed into his motion and shook your head, your silence told him that you didn’t want to talk about it, which led to a comfortable quietness between the two of you.

“Well, I think this calls for cuddles and movie time.” He told you before picking you up with ease and throwing you over his shoulder, making you squeal in surprise and shove at his shoulders. “Bucky! What the heck?!” You yelped out as he playfully jiggled you around as he brought you into the lounge, plonking you down between him and Nat, who smiled and dragged you into a cuddle.

“There’s my little cuddle bug Y/N.” Nat smiled, throwing a blanket over you so you were just a lump in front of Nat. What you didn’t realise however, was that your feet were sticking out, until you felt a finger run up your sole, causing you to let out a yelp.

“I wonder where Y/N has gone?” Bucky asked, casually using his metal hand to grip your ankle, tightly yet gently. “All I can see are these teeny little feetsies! I wonder if...” He wasted no more time before scribbling into your sole, making you burst into high pitched giggles, you pulled at your legs and threw the blanket away from you.

“Aw, there they are!” Bucky smirked, looking at Nat, who was giving you a playful glare. “I was cozy under that blanket! Now you must pay!” She growled, wrapping you into a hug so you were trapped, she then scribbled deep into your ribs, making sure to dig in between the bone to really get you laughing.

“GUHUHUHUHUHUYS!” You scream out, unable to hold back your hysterical laughter as you thrashed from side to side, you were not expecting these torturous tickles, even though they were actually helping you quite a bit.

“Aw look! We’ve got them giggling already! How cute...” Nat teased, slipping her awful nails up your top to gently flutter her nails into your belly, an incredibly sensitive spot for you.

“NAHAHAHATTIE!” You scream, shoving at her hands as your laughter gets high pitched, you squirm even more, but of course, your squirming was no match for the Black Widow and Winter Soldier. You heard Bucky gasp before he scribbled his fingers under your toes, which he knew was an awfully sensitive spot. “Just Nat? That’s not nice!”

You threw your head back and cackled with laughter, your two worst spots were being attacked out of pretty much nowhere, but deep down, you weren’t complaining.

“We just wanna cheer our friend up! Is that so wrong?” Nat asked, fluttering her fingers all over your belly, ribs and sides, smiling at your wriggling self.

“YEHEHEHES! JUHUHUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAP!” You Yelp, beginning to run out of breath from laughing so hard, which made Nat and Bucky eventually stop and let you go and just sandwich you into a cuddle.

You yawned and smiled at the two of them. “Thanks guys...” you murmur, smiling when you felt Nat kiss your cheek. “Anytime, Y/N...” she replied softly, and that was the last thing you heard before you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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You jolted awake a few hours later to see that you were now in Peter’s room, you let out a groan of confusion, causing Peter to turn from his desk to face you. He greeted you with a warm, gentle smile.

“Good afternoon, sleeping beauty.” He greeted. “It’s always just splendid when you bless me with your presence.” He chuckled fondly, getting up to sit himself next to you.

You looked around, admittedly a little confused about where you were, you looked at Peter sleepily as he smiled fondly, lifting your head to place it on his lap so he could run his fingers through your hair. “A little sleepy, huh?” He asked quietly, giving your cheek a playful poke.

“Yeah, I guess...” You replied, closing your eyes once again as Peter relaxed you, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, feeling thankful that you had the sweetest friends.

“Well, that’s not allowed.” He replied, before suddenly scribbling his fingers into your sides. “You’re legally obligated to stay up and hang out with me.” He told you, smiling brightly as you squealed with giggles, clearly surprised by what’s just happened.

“Peheheter! Whahahahat the heheheck?!” I squeal out, trying to thrash around to get away from his attack, but Peter was already two steps ahead, since he wrapped his arm around your waist, squeezing into your other hip to help pin you down.

“Aww, tickletickletickle Y/N! This should keep you awake!” He teased, watching you as you squirmed around as much as you could, but obviously to no avail. You just lay there and accepted your fate as Peter fluttered his fingers all over your upper body.

“Thihihihis is sohohoho mehehean!” You giggle out, screeching as Peter blew a raspberry on your neck in retaliation to your cheeky comment.

“That’s not very nice, Y/N!” He gasped out, but his cheeky grin told you that it was all good, his fingers gently scratched all over your belly, he smiled fondly as you let out light and airy giggles.

“I know! Isn’t it great?” He asked with a cheeky smile, now nibbling all over your neck gently, loving the adorable giggles which were pouring out of you.

“Fohohohor yohohohou!” You reply, scrunching your shoulders up in an attempt to stop his torture.

“Aw no, I’m pretty sure you’re loving this too!” He told you, suddenly drilling his fingers into your hips, an awfully sensitive spot for you. You arched your back and burst into deep laughter, unable to help the scream that came out of you.

“PEHEHEHEHETER! I SWEHEHEHEHEAR!” You screamed, continuing to kick and thrash about, beginning to slowly run out of breath from the torture both on your neck and hips, you were ready to have a break now.

Then, like Peter could read your mind, he let you go, and resumed stroking your hair gently. “We all love you, Y/N, and we will always be here for you no matter what, okay?” He reassured you soothingly, making you smile and nod in response.

“Thank you Peter, it’s good to know the Avengers will always have my back.” I reply, letting out a yawn as I feel myself getting sleepy once again. This time, Peter allowed you to rest, and pulled you even closer to him.

“That’s right Y/N, the Avengers will always have your back.”

You smiled at that before slowly drifting off to sleep in your best friends arms.

#avengers tickle #avengers tickle fic #mcu tickle #mcu tickle fic #marvel tickle #marvel tickle fic #ticklish!reader #ler!bucky #ler!nat #ler!peter

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aesthetic-angel612 · 3 years

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THE 4 STAGES OF HATE TO LOVE- BUCKY BARNES

Y/N and Bucky despise each other. But what will sleep, showers and mission do to resolve that?

Masterlist

It was roughly 1am at the Avengers compound, Steve and Sam had been on a mission all day. Steve and I were close. Brother, sister type bond, and he had messaged me whilst flying home on the Quinjet. He mentioned something about meeting an old pal...I of course agreed to greet them as they arrived.

Hearing the elevator ding, I stood up, cracking my neck, and made my way over. First out stepped Steve, pulling me into an embrace; next Sam, patting my shoulder and finally

"Y/N meet Bucky, Bucky meet Y/N" Steve smiled.

"Nice to meet you" I replied, sticking my hand out to shake his. He started at me and then my hand, dumbfounded. I slowly pulled my hand away and turned to Steve.

"Well I'll let you guys get some sleep...see you in the morning" I waved off, embarrassed.

...And that was how I met Bucky Barnes.

From then on, me and Bucky never got on, whether it was fighting over milk, or fighting over who caused the mission to go south. We could never get on. In fact, the rest of the Avengers tried to keep us as separated as they could, knowing we would kill each other if we could. What didn't help however was the fact that our rooms were opposite each other.

I don't know why he hated me, it seemed he just had this fury towards me. Like my existence ruined his life.

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Saturday nights are usually the teams chill nights. No one has any missions or jobs. So, the group often put a film on together and relax, not thinking of anything but being together. Tonight was Steve choice of film, so as always, we all made our way to the living room. However, my night got ruined when the only seat available was, of course, next to Bucky. Sighing, I decided to just sit, not wanting to ruin the night for the others. I saw him roll his eyes but again, I didn't make a fuss over it, knowing he hates me anyway.

Half way through the film (which was boring, not going to lie) I felt a wave of tiredness wash over me. Keeping my eyes open felt like a chore so slowly but surely I fell asleep. Without knowing, my head was now resting on Bucky's shoulder. The whole team now looking at him smirking, and for some unbeknownst reason...he wrapped his arm around me.

The next morning, I woke up in my bed, confused as to how but I guessed either Steve or Tony has carried me back. Heading towards my bathroom, I tried to turn my shower on but to my luck it was broken.

"Jarvis, where's Tony?" I asked.

"He's in the lab Miss" he replied.

I made my way to the lab and tried to convince Tony to fix my shower.

"Y/N, honey I cant right now, use Barnes, he's never in his room" he sighs.

"but-but Tony i-"

"sorry kid...later" he walks off.

Grumbling to myself, I push Bucky's door open and unsurprisingly, it was empty. His room surprised me though, it was dark and cold yet felt like it could be so comforting if it had love given to it. Turning on his shower, the hot water hitting my back, I finally relaxed and tried to not think about anything else.

Minutes go past and I heard the door click. Fuck. I heard a sigh and then the bathroom door open.

"I know it's you Y/N, Tony told me" He said monotone.

"I-um- I wont be long I-" and that' when I felt a gush of wind and the shower curtain open. Bucky stood there, everything on display.

I squeaked and turned around facing the shower trying to cover myself.

"What? I need a shower and you're in MY shower" He replied nonchalantly.

My heart was beating so fast. I felt his rough hands on my shoulder, massaging them.

"No wonder you're moody all the time, the tension in your shoulders...Christ" He said.

Leaning into his touch, he continued to massage both my neck and shoulders. The shower together continued, both of us washed each others hair for the first time since we met, we both smiled.

================================================================================It had been a week since the shower incident and me and Bucky hadn't exchanged much words. We exchanged glances and hasn't fought but speaking was still a no-go. That was until the mission.

We'd been paired up together on a mission, and the mission wasn't go right. I ended up on the floor with a bullet through my leg. Bucky had taken out the guy that did it and ran towards me.

"shhh, you're okay. Show me where it hurts" He had concern in both his face and voice. Pointing to my leg, he nodded and picked me up bridal style, taking me back to the Quinjet.

Once back at the compound. He took me to Banner to heal me up.

That was when I realised he didn't hate me as much as I thought.

That night, back in my bed, I couldn't stop the demons. The nightmare of the mission kept replaying in my dream. Waking up in a cold sweat, I needed a cuddle. I didn't want to wake anyone else up as they all were exhausted. The only people who left the mission early was me and Bucky.

I raised my fist and knocked on his door. A sleepy Barnes appeared rubbing his eyes.

"Y/N? What's wrong?" He asked in his rough voice.

"I keep having nightmares and normally I go to Steve and we cuddle but i don't wanna go to him because he's exhausted but so is everyone else and I know you don't like me but i was wondering if I coul-" I ramble and instantly I'm flung over his shoulder.

He plops me back down onto the bed and pulls the sheet over us, he right arm going under my head, his metal arm going over my waist drawing me into his chest spooning me.

"This ok?" he whispers in my ear.

"Perfect...thank you" I respond.

"for the record, I don't hate you. In fact, I never did. I don't know why I've been such a dick to you. But I'm so sorry. Truly" he kisses my forehead.

"I never hated you too, I just always thought you did. i actually like you. You're caring to those you love, you're smart and you're incredibly handsome" I giggled.

"OH really?" He smirks, poking my side making me squirm and laugh more,

Eventually we both fall asleep in each others arms, no nightmares, just peace.

And this was the beginning of an incredible relationship with James Buchanan Barnes.

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buckosawrus · 4 years

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Morning Goodness

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt from @the-ss-horniest-book-club:

Warnings: Fluff, implied smut.

A/N: this is written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club and it's in conjunction with the Bucky Barnes Appreciation Challenge ❤ we love and will forever support Bucky Barnes, our 100 year old semi stable man. About the restaurant that’s mentioned, I went there last July when I spent three weeks in New York but for the life of me, I don’t remember the name of the restaurant.

The bright yellow sun shined through the parted curtains of Bucky’s bedroom. The soft pillows felt like you were sleeping on marshmallows and so did the cloud mattress. Bucky’s right arm was around your waist, your back flushed against his bare broad chest and his stubble irritating the skin on your neck.

It was the first night you’ve slept in Bucky’s bed with him. The next step of your relationship and you were proud of that. You’ve been dating only for three months, but Bucky was a gentleman and wanted to do things properly.

Bucky had the whole day planned out yesterday, a romantic dinner at a rooftop restaurant overlooking Manhattan. Cars honking beneath you, the romantic aura in the air created such a relaxing atmosphere. By evening, the bright lights from the buildings illuminated the city.

After dinner the two of you walked around the city hand in hand eating an ice cream before heading back to the compound where you got comfortable on his incredibly soft bed and watched movies. The day couldn’t have been more perfect and you thanked him by giving him a passionate kiss before you went to sleep. The two of you cuddled through the night, just the sound of his clock ticking on the wall above the bed, his soft snores and the occasional growl of his stomach, (which every time you heard, you would giggle silently).

And it seemed today would just be as a good, a day of shopping planned and more lunch and, oh-

Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to figure out what was hard poking against your ass. It couldn’t have been his legs since they were tangled in yours, it could have been his metal arm. You shifted back against his arm, only to earn a moan in response. Bucky’s hips lazily rutted against you and then you realized it was most definitely not his arm.

Your hand covered your mouth, desperately trying to rid yourself of the embarassment before he woke up.

“Doll.” His breath fanned across your ear, his grip on your waist tightened and you felt a wet patch on the front of his boxers.

“Buck? Are you awake?” you whispered, looking over your shoulder slightly. You held back your own moan when you could feel him throb against you.

No answer.

You sighed and loosened his grip on your waist. You turned over to lay flat on your back and sighed again. His face was now buried in the side of your face instead of your neck. His fingers lightly traced the waistband of your panties, your breath lost when they suddenly dipped inside and he lazily stroked through your folds.

“Bucky.” You gasped, turning to face him to find he was fully awake and his usual blue orbs were a dark shade of brown. Lust and something else you couldn’t quite figure out swirled around.

“Good morning, doll.” He smirked, removing his fingers and putting his hand back on your tummy.

“Good morning. What time do you wanna get ready to go shopping?” you asked, believing his fingers were just apart of the wet dream he seemed to be having.

“After we do this.”

“After wha- oh hello.” you chuckle, Bucky rolls on top of you and slots his frame between your thighs.

“I’m ready to take us to the next level. Are you?” He asked sweetly, sweeping some hair out of your face.

“Yes.” you answer in a whisper but unsure if he heard you.

“Thank fuck.” he whispered back, kissing down your collarbone. “I wanna do this properly.”

Tagging some wonderful friends: @marvelgirl7 @littleredstarfish @this-kitten-is-smitten @hawksmagnolia @jobean12-blog

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marvelgiggles · 3 years

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Learning to Be Loved

Chapter 1

I swear you guys aren’t prepared for the sweetness and sadness to come!!

THIS IS A TICKLE SERIES!!! DON’T LIKE THEN PLEASE KEEP SCROLLING!

The drive to Tony’s house was longer and more out of the city than you expected. The land was beautiful and then when you saw the house you were in awe. You’ve never seen a house so big.

“Not what you expected huh?” Tony asked. You shook your head when suddenly nervousness settled in your stomach, what if you got lost or got lonely in this huge house. Happy pulled into the entrance way and opened Tony’s door, you were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t realize Tony got out of the car. “Having second thoughts?” You cleared your head and got out of the car.

“Well everyone knows your coming so it shouldn’t be a big surprise to them. Don’t worry they are some of the nicest and kindest people you’ll ever meet.” Tony said.

Who was everyone? Was it a large group of people? Were they people your age? A million more thoughts ran through your head as you walked closer and closer to the door. Tony opened the door for you and were just as in shock as you were when you saw the outside of the house. It was oddly comforting and also made you feel very very small due to the size.

“Come on everyone is this way.” Tony motioned for you to follow him. You walked into what seemed like a living room and there were probably eight people waiting to meet you. They all looked familiar too, but you still couldn’t remember where you’ve seen them. You were a little intimidated with all the eyes on you but you were determined to stand your ground. “Everyone this is Y/N, Y/N these are the Avengers.”

The Avengers! That’s why they all looked familiar! But you were now going to possibly live with the Avengers, there was no way this was real life. This had to be a dream you would be waking up from very very soon.

“I’m sure you all want to get to know her but I’m going to show her her room and let her get settled in.” Tony stated as he motioned for you to follow him. He lead you down a maze of hallways. Finally the both of you stopped at the door you assumed to be your room, “I know it isn’t much right now but I have some stuff coming later and if you want anything don’t be afraid to ask, okay?” You nodded your head and opened the door.

The room was far bigger than you’ve had in the past and you thought it was perfect right now, you had no idea what Tony could have bought to make it better. Although you all of a sudden felt guilty he had bought anything in the first place, I mean you were practically a stranger, a pretzel and hot dog were one thing but furniture for your own room was a whole other thing.

“Go ahead get settled in. If you need anything let JARVIS know.”

“Hello.” JARVIS’s voice echoed the room, alarming you a little.

“Don’t worry he can’t see you or anything but go ahead put your things away and even take a nap if you want. You deserve a good sleep.”

“Thank you.” You told Tony as you watched him shut your door to give you some privacy.

You quickly put the few things you had away and crawled into your new bed. You’ve never had a bed this comfortable and quickly fell asleep.

________________

Meanwhile down in the living room

“Tony where in the world did you find her.” Steve asked.

“She wandered into the Avengers tower lobby probably to get out of the heat. When I saw her all dirty and she looked so lost. I couldn’t help it and I can’t explain it. I tried to follow her but lost her in the crowd so I had JARVIS follow her. He followed her all the way to a teenage drop in center.” Tony said filling everyone in.

“Okay but you can’t just bring random teenagers back to the compound.” Clint argued. “What if she has an actual family out there or is on the run.”

“I’m having JARVIS try to find out her background and who she is. If she was kidnapped or something when she was younger, I will simply bring her back to her family. If they don’t have any red flags.”

“I think she’s cute.” Bucky stated completely understanding what Tony felt because as soon as he laid eyes on her, a fierce need to protect her ran through him.

JARVIS discovered who she was and Tony starts reading the report to the team.

“Okay her name is Y/N L/N. She was born on Y/B to a Jane Doe at a hospital in Idaho and was abandoned in the hospital so she was immediately put into social services and was placed with a couple in New York. The reports from the social worker say that the couple was oddly clinical in their relationship with her but they had no means to remove her because she was excelling in school and all of her needs were being met. It also says that she always seemed to be on her absolute best behavior and the social worker said it looked like she was looking for approval and affection every time she looked at the couple she was placed with and it only got worse each time she visited.” Tony finished quietly at the end, his heart breaking for that poor girl.

“She must not know what it means to be loved.” Bucky also stated with heartbreak in his voice.

“Avengers, we have a new mission. We have to help Y/N learn how to be loved.” Everyone nodded in agreement.

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It’s been a few weeks since Tony took you in. You still couldn’t believe that you were living here. Everyone was so nice. They always smiled at you when they saw you, they wanted you to spend time with them and include you in things, they always communicated with you not wanting to make you uncomfortable. Although you had a special bond with Tony because he obviously took you in and was the father figure in your life. A couple days after Tony brought you to the Avengers compound, is what he called it, he noticed you were pretty quiet.

“Y/N are you uncomfortable here?” Tony asked you.

“No.” You told him honestly.

“Well I’ve noticed you’ve been pretty quiet.” He mentioned. “I just want you to know you can totally be yourself here and I know that your foster parents didn’t treat you very well.” You stiffened up a little when he mentioned them. “Sweetie, I have to know. Did they hurt you at all?”

“They didn’t hit me if that’s what you mean. I don’t think they really wanted me though.” You said almost ashamed and you looked down at your lap to embarrassed to look at Tony.

“Oh sweetheart. Well I can tell you we want you here, we want to show you what a real family is. I also want you to know no question is off limits, so if you have absolutely any questions about anything don’t feel scared to ask. There is no judgement here.”

You nodded, excited to see what a family is.

Tony stood up, “Now let’s go get something to eat.”

You also had a special bond with Bucky too. There was something about the way that he looked at you when Tony introduced you to everyone, you felt very safe, protected and something else you couldn’t figure out. You were also fascinated by his metal arm.

“Hey Y/N, wanna watch a movie with me?” Bucky asked you.

“Yeah.” You said you didn’t watch a lot of them growing up and you loved them. Plus you had a lot of them to catch up on. You sat on the couch away from Bucky.

“Y/N you can sit closer to me if you want, if you wanna cuddle we can do that too.” Bucky smiled at you.

“What’s cuddling?” Your foster parents never showed you any affection. You knew what hugs were but that’s all and your foster parents didn’t even show you what that was. One of your classmates in kindergarten did that to you and you had to ask your teacher what it was. You liked it when you classmate hugged you it made you feel warm inside. Although your foster parents didn’t like it and you didn’t know anyone you could get a hug from.

Bucky’s heart hurt a little bit, how could your foster parent never want to cuddle a sweet little thing like you. “Cuddling is a sort of gentle hug that you do with someone you care about. Here I’ll show you. Scoot over to me.” He waited until you were right next to him. “Now I’m going to lay down and you can lay down on my right side, then I’m going to put my arm around you and pull you closer. You can rest your head on my chest if you want too, kinda like a pillow. Sound good?”

You nodded excited about the new type of affection that Bucky was going to show you. You crawled into Bucky’s side and you had to shift a little bit to get comfortable but you loved this feeling.

“Feel good sweetheart.” Bucky said. You nodded with a small smile on your face and nestled a little further into Bucky’s chest. “Good.” He said as he kissed your forehead. You turned to look up at him.

“Why’d you put your lips on me?” You asked him.

If Bucky’s heart hurt from the fact that you’ve never been cuddle, it shattered to pieces when he realized that you’ve never been kissed in your entire life. It made him want to cry and also destroy those foster parents of yours for neglecting you of love and affection your entire life. “That’s called a kiss. It’s another thing people do to show someone they love them. It can mean a lot of things hello, goodbye, it’s okay, I’m sorry, but it will always always mean I love you.” You felt bold and decided to also kiss his cheek in return, Bucky’s heart practically melted and he pulled you even closer.

Later on in the movie, you were starting to drift off. “Hey no falling asleep.” Bucky teased as he squeezed your side. You gasped at the new feeling and tried to squirm away from his hand. “Well it looks like you’re ticklish, Y/N!”

“What’s that?” You said before he could do it again. Bucky was so happy that he was the one that was teaching you all sorts of new things and by finding out you were ticklish made you even more adorable to him.

“Ticklish is something that describes when another person pokes, squeezes or rapidly moves their fingers over a spot on your body it can make you want to squirm away and causes you to laugh. Usually, people have more than one ticklish spot and they have one more ticklish than the other. Now let’s find yours.”

Bucky pulled you up onto his chest so you were laying belly to belly, he wrapped both his arms around you and started to squeeze your sides again and you broke out into giggles. You actually didn’t mind the feeling it was kinda fun and something you’ve never felt before. “Seems like you pretty ticklish Y/N, so that must mean you are ticklish it some other places.” Bucky teased as his fingers started to work upwards towards your ribs.

You started to struggle a little bit more and laugh a little harder. You couldn’t stop your body from trying to grab his hands, even though you didn’t want him to stop tickling you. “Looks like your ribs are pretty ticklish Y/N. Are your armpits ticklish too?”

When Bucky put his fingers in your armpits you started to laugh very high pitched and rapidly. “You sound like a Tickle Me Elmo doll there sweetie.” He said as he then kissed your cheek but didn’t stop tickling your armpits.

You were starting to get worn out and Bucky must have caught on because he stopped tickling you. “Tickling can also wear you out and it’s important to let the person you are tickling catch their breath after a while because you might make them pass out.

“Are you ticklish?” You asked Bucky.

“Yes.” He said with some nervousness in his voice. “But you can tickle me if you want.”

You smiled and started to squeeze his side just like he did to yours and Bucky squirmed a little but start to laugh. You loved the sound of it and could understand why Bucky was having so much fun when he was tickling you. You decided to move in towards his belly to see if that was a spot people were ticklish too and Bucky started to laugh harder.

“Ohohohokay!” Bucky said through his laughter. You immediately stopped not wanting him to be uncomfortable or mad at you.

Suddenly you were looking up at Bucky because he flipped you over. “Let’s see if your belly is ticklish too.” He smirked and started to tickle your belly, you squealed, squirmed a little harder and laughed a little deeper. “This looks like your most ticklish spot so far. I want to try two more spots and then I will let you go.” You nodded not really wanting him to stop since you were having fun.

“One spot that is almost ticklish on everyone is their feet.” He grabbed one of your feet and held your ankle is his metal arm. He quickly ran his fingers up and down and your body’s instinct was to kick and you started to laugh helplessly. “This is a good spot too, so far not as good as your ribs but there is still one more place I want to try.” He let your foot go and but pulled your leg so you didn’t have much room to bend your knee.

“A place that most people don’t think is ticklish is their knees but let’s see if yours are.” Bucky started to squeeze right above your knee you screamed and laughed harder and deeper than any of the other spots. “Looks like your knees are your most ticklish spot Y/N.” He only tickled you here a little longer before letting you go.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” Bucky and you both looked to see Steve and Tony standing in the entrance to the living room.

“What?” Bucky asked.

“We heard Y/N scream and though something was wrong.”

Bucky laughed again, “No! I was showing Y/N what cuddling is and found out she’s ticklish.” Bucky started to tickle your ribs again, you started to laugh again. “It seems like her ribs are her second most ticklish spot next to her knees.” Bucky started to squeeze your knees again making you frantically kick your legs and belly laugh again. Bucky stopped again pretty quickly probably not wanting to wear you out too much.

“Looks like she’s almost as ticklish as Peter.” Tony smirked

“Who’s Peter?” you asked.

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Wisdom Teeth Imagines

My sibling is having their wisdom teeth out tomorrow and I felt like writing wisdom teeth imagines because I dunno I was bored? This’ll focus more on Reader getting their wisdom teeth out, but who knows. Maybe I’ll do this again.

Total Word Count: 2,988

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell

Din Djarin:

Din watched as you stumbled a bit coming up the ramp into the Crest. You’d just had surgery to remove your wisdom teeth and if Din had known you’d be this high, he probably would’ve left you with Peli until the drugs wore off.

“Din,” you whined, reaching out and stumbling over your own two feet. Din caught you, carrying you to the cockpit. He’d set up a sleeping spot there, warm and cozy so he could keep an eye on you while you recovered.

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Din,” you said again, putting a hand slowly against your face. “Din!”

“Yes ner ka’ra?” Din said, crouching down so he was at your level.

“Can’t feel my face!” You said, voice overly worried. The cotton in your mouth and the numbness of your face give you a lisp, and Din couldn’t help but grin.

He smiled despite the helmet, putting a hand on the top of your head. “It’s okay, that’s normal. Lay back now, my star. That’s it, it’s time to sleep.”

You didn’t fight as you sunk into sleep, eyes flickering shut. Din took a minute to admire you, cotton stuffed cheeks and all, before he stood to sit in the pilot’s seat. He wanted to find somewhere safe where you could recover for a few days, at least.

Sorgan was a day’s trip out of the way, and Din set course for the backwater planet. He turned once the coordinates were set, looking at you.

Din sighed, sitting on the floor beside you. He’d gone through this years ago, and knew that what you’d need most was comforting company.

As you shifted in your sleep, he moved so you could use him as a pillow. While you slept, Din relaxed, his helmet off. You wouldn’t remember anything if you woke up, so what did it matter?

Your eyes cracked open and you grumbled. Din, above you, smoothed down your hair and smiled. You gasped softly. “Brown eyes,” you murmured.

Din chuckled. “Brown eyes,” he agreed. “Go back to sleep.”

“Okay Brown Eyes,” you said softly, rolling over and falling asleep once more.

Marcus Moreno:

(Side note! For more Marcus wisdom teeth shenanigans, go read When I’m Older and I’m Wiser.)

“Oh babe,” Marcus said, trying not to laugh as he walked into the operating room. You stared at him, wide eyed.

“Holy shit,” you slurred, still staring. “You’re hot.”

Marcus pressed his lips together and suppressed his laughter. “Thank you,” he said. “Are you ready to go home?”

You nodded, trying to stand and immediately falling into Marcus’s arms. “Are you single?” You asked as he carried you to the car.

“No, I’m not single. I’m actually engaged,” Marcus said, and you immediately started to sniffle. “What? What’s wrong? Does your mouth hurt?”

You shook your head, nearing tears. “Why aren’t you single?” You wailed as Marcus put you in the car. “This isn’t fair!”

Marcus’s worry melted away. “Oh, honey. No, hey, I’m engaged to you!”

Your eyes went wide as your tears stopped. “What?”

“Yeah,” Marcus said, showing you the ring on your hand. “I’m engaged to you.”

“Woah,” you breathed, watching his face as he buckled you in. “Damn, I hit the jackpot.”

Marcus had to turn away and take a few breaths so he didn’t start laughing. “Okay babe. Ready to go home?”

You nodded, leaning against the door. “Can I sleep?”

“Of course you can sleep,” Marcus said, getting into the car and kissing your temple. “Close your eyes, we’ll be home before you know it.”

“Okay,” you mumbled, looking down at your hand one last time and grinning. “I’m so lucky.”

Max Phillips:

“Head still hurt?”

You groaned in response.

Max chuckled softly. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said. He’d been looking after you since you got your wisdom teeth out, and now that you weren’t high anymore, everything hurt.

“Wanna eat something?” Max asked, looking over at you. You were face down on the couch, breathing slowly through the pain. “We have ice cream.”

You nodded, mumbling something softly. Any normal person wouldn’t have been able to hear it, but Max was no normal person.

“Okay,” he said, standing and closing his book. “Vanilla it is.”

He made you a bowl of vanilla ice cream, grabbing himself a Max popsicle while he was in the freezer. Sucking on the popsicle and letting the metallic tang coat his senses, he handed you your bowl. You made a face at his blood popsicle, but didn’t say anything as you sat up and very slowly spooned ice cream into your mouth.

You’d eaten maybe five bites by the time Max had finished his popsicle.

“Oh for the love of god,” Max said softly, scooting closer and taking the ice cream from you. You whined, but he shook his head. “Open wide.”

You did so, opening your mouth as best you could. Max put the spoon in, and you swallowed the ice cream.

“Better?” He asked, spooning up another bite. “Probably faster.”

You stuck your middle finger up and Max and took the next bite of ice cream.

“Mhm,” Max hummed playfully. “If you’d let me turn you, you wouldn’t be in pain right now.”

“Fuck you Phillips.”

Max’s grin grew. “I’ll take you up on that,” he promised. “Once you get better.”

You groaned. Later, you’d punch him for that comment, but for now, you resigned yourself to being spoon fed by the world’s most annoying vampire.

Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales:

“Okay Sparks, in the truck, there you go.” Frankie held your hands as you unsteadily got into his truck. He’d been the only one available at seven AM, so he’d driven you to your wisdom tooth appointment.

You hummed slowly, watching with unfocused eyes as Frankie got into the truck with you. “Fish?”

“What’s up Sparks?”

“I-“ you stopped abruptly as the truck growled to life. “Rumbly.”

Frankie put his phone on its holder and hit the record button on the camera. “Sparks. You okay?”

“The truck is purring!” You said, patting the dashboard. “Like a cat!”

“Like a cat,” Frankie agreed, driving out of the parking lot and across the street to the nearest fast food place. “You still want that milkshake?”

You nodded. “Cookie?”

“Oreo, if they’ve got it,” Frankie said, putting a hand on your shoulder as he pulled into the drive through line. “If they don’t, we’ll do vanilla, how’s that sound?”

“Okay.”

“Perfect,” Frankie said. “And then we have to get your pills, and then we can go home and take a long nap.”

You pouted. “Wanna nap now.”

Frankie smiled. “Go ahead. You’ve slept in this truck before.”

“Oh,” you said softly, leaning your head back and zoning out.

In a blink, almost five minutes had passed, and Frankie was pressing a cold milkshake into your hands. “Oreo, just like I promised.”

You looked down at the small cup in your hands and immediately looked up at Frankie with pure love in your eyes. “I love you.”

Frankie almost crashed the truck. “I’m sorry?”

“I love you so much,” you said again, scooting closer to Frankie and leaning your head against his shoulder. “Have for a looooong time. Napping.”

Frankie floundered as you fell asleep. He had no idea what to think. You were high as hell, but not entirely unreasonable. Was his massive crush actually reciprocated?

Deciding he’d wait until you woke, Frankie put an arm around your shoulders to steady you against his side and kissing the top of your head at a red light. “Sweet dreams.”

Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels:

“Jack?” Ginger said, poking her head into Jack’s office. “I’ve got them here.”

“Bring them in,” Jack said, standing.

Ginger wheeled a wheelchair in, you sitting in it. Your cheeks were swollen and your head was wobbly, but Jack expected that. He helped you up, kissing your forehead and scooping you into his arms to keep you off your unsteady feet.

“I got it,” he promised Ginger. “You don’t need to hover Ginge.”

Ginger left, leaving Jack to deposit you on his lap in his office chair. “Darlin’,” he said. “I got a meeting soon. Think you can behave?”

You nodded, cuddling up to Jack and promptly falling asleep.

You were awoken by the door opening. Champ walked in, looking over you curled up in Jack’s lap. Jack simply gestured to the chair opposite his. “Cosmopolitan had their wisdom teeth out today,” he explained as Champ sat down.

The meeting was boring. Boring enough for you to zone right back out, breathing Jack’s intoxicating whiskey and leather smell. You must’ve fallen asleep again, because one minute Champ was talking about the New York branch, and the next, he was standing and leaving.

“Naps?” You asked softly once the door closed.

Jack chuckled, carrying you to his couch. “Of course,” he said, kicking off his shoes and laying you down. He grabbed a blanket and lay beside you, lightly kissing your cheeks. “Love ya.”

“Love you too,” you mumbled, right before falling asleep yet again.

Ezra:

“I told you not to come,” Ezra said, reading his book while you put your face on his thighs and groaned loudly. “But no, you had to be stubborn.”

“Fuck off,” you mumbled into Ezra’s pants. “Didn’t hurt yesterday.”

Ezra rolled his eyes and flipped a page in his book. “Songbird, I love you, but you should’ve stayed home with Cee.”

“And let you come alone?” You said, rolling over so you were facing the ceiling. “I think not.”

“Then stop complaining.”

A throb of pain his your face and you winced, curling towards Ezra and whining. “Distract me?”

Ezra shut his book with a sigh. No matter how much you annoyed him, he loved you unconditionally. “Okay. How shall I distract you?”

Another worse throb, and your whines grew in volume. Your eyes screwed shut, muscles tensing. “Ezra!”

“Oh songbird,” Ezra said softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Songbird I’m so sorry I can’t make the pain go away.” He pressed his ice cold hand against your cheek, hoping it would help with the pain. “Do you want medicine?”

“Took it already,” you said, leaning against Ezra’s hand.

Ezra smoothed his thumb over your cheekbone. “Ah. Apologies. There is nothing else I can do.”

You eventually fell asleep, somehow. When you woke, Ezra was in the kitchen, making a smoothie. The loud whirring of the blender woke you up and spurred you to your feet, head still aching something fierce.

“Songbird!” Ezra said upon seeing you awake. “You should be laying down.”

“Nah,” you said, sitting on the kitchen counter. “Can’t sleep. Blender’s too loud.”

Ezra sighed. “I made this for you,” he said, handing you a cup full of pink sludge.

Unable to use a straw, you grabbed a spoon and began to eat, humming around the frozen drink. “Damn Ez. This is good.”

Ezra smiled, kissing your temple. “Only the best for my songbird.”

Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey:

Dio paced the waiting room, worry making his stomach twist. He was the only one here aside from the receptionist, who’d stopped giving him odd looks after the first twenty minutes. Dentist’s offices made him incredibly anxious, and the prospect of you having a full blown surgery right at this moment made him want to puke. But he had to be here. Had to be strong for you.

“Mr. Morrissey?”

Dio’s head snapped around. “Yes?”

The surgeon looked at him. “The procedure was a success and they’re waking up. Do you want to come get them?”

“Yeah,” Dio said, following the surgeon back and trying not to freak out.

“Dio!” You said happily upon seeing your goth boyfriend. You were in a wheelchair and had a very far away gleam to your eyes. “Dio!”

Dio sighed. “Hey. Feeling okay?”

You nodded. “I feel great,” you said loosely. “You don’t look okay.”

“Let’s just go,” Dio said tightly.

“Oh right,” you said, looking up at the nurse pushing your wheelchair. “He’s scared of the dentist.” You said it in a loud whisper, like you were trying to share a secret. The nurse smiled and looked at Dio.

“The anesthesia loosens the lips,” she said. “Try to keep an eye on them until it wears off.”

Dio nodded, just eager to leave.

You were high for another three hours, most of which were napped away in the safety of Dio’s apartment. He messed around in his spare room, which had been converted into a sewing room. He kept the door cracked open so he could see and hear you.

Eventually, you sat up, rubbing your eyes and poking your nose experimentally. “Huh.”

You stood, shuffling into Dio’s sewing room. “Dio?”

Dio turned, halfway through putting a new patch on his jacket. “You’re awake.”

“I am,” you agreed, holding your arms out. Dio stood and hugged you, his project abandoned on the table. “Sorry I made you go with me. I know you hate it a lot.”

“I didn’t mind,” Dio promised. “Not for you.”

You made a face, and Dio smiled. “Okay, maybe I minded a little bit.”

“That breaks your what? Ten year streak of not entering a dentist’s office?” You asked, pulling Dio into the living room and sitting on the couch. “That isn’t healthy.”

“Eleven,” Dio said, sitting next to you and pulling you close to his side. “And I know.”

You didn’t press further. Instead, you snuggled up to Dio’s side and yawned, wincing. “Ow.”

Dio pressed a kiss against your head. “Go back to sleep,” he said softly. “I’ll put on that documentary we were watching last night.”

You nodded, closing your eyes. You were asleep before the documentary even began.

Javier Peña:

Javier had seen some shit in his day, but watching you come out of surgery and go almost directly to work was one of the most ridiculous things he’d seen in a while.

“Go home!” He said for the eighth time, watching you rub your jaw. You’d napped off the drugs, but walked into work as soon as you were sober. For the past hour, you’d been suffering through work with what had to be a raging headache.

You rolled your eyes. “Javi, I’m busy.”

Javier stood, finally at the end of his rope. He scooped you up out of your chair and you squealed indignantly, thumping your fists on his back as he carried you out to his car. Steve gave you two a look as you exited the building, but didn’t try and stop Javier as he opened his car door.

“Stay,” he said firmly once he’d put you in the backseat. “I’m taking you home and you’re getting the appropriate amount of rest.”

You pouted, but your pounding head made you sit still while Javier drove you home. He watched you carefully as you set yourself up on the couch with soft foods and your phone nearby, and then you turned your eyes on him when he didn’t leave.

“You aren’t gonna go back to work?”

Javier shook his head, sitting on the couch with you. “I don’t trust you. So no, I’m gonna stay right here until you’re better.”

Your eyebrows went up. “Javi, that’ll be days!”

“I know,” Javier promised. “I’ve had my wisdom teeth out. Now, get some rest. I’ll run out later and pick up some pain meds for that headache you haven’t told me about yet.”

Another eye roll, and you were snuggling down into the safety of your blanket cocoon. Your head did really hurt.

The gentle sounds of Javier working, his typewriter balanced on his knees, lulled you into a gentle and well deserved sleep.

Maxwell Lord:

“Hey doll,” Max said, smiling as a nurse helped you out of the office. “How’re you feeling?”

You groaned, and Max laughed. “Oh really? C’mon, let’s get you home.”

You were mostly quiet on the ride home, head cradled by the car door as you napped. Max had expected this when he’d sent you into the office an hour ago to get your wisdom teeth out, and he was definitely prepared.

“Let’s get you in the house,” Max said, helping you up once you’d gotten home. Your legs were still wobbly, so Max basically carried you in and set you in the bed. Duchess looked up and meowed indignantly, but when she realized it was just you, she sniffed you over and plopped down at your side.

“Kitty,” you said softly, petting Duchess. She purred, rolling over and butting her head into your side.

Max smiled. “I’m going to grab ice for your face. Want anything else?”

You shrugged, engrossed in your actions of petting Duchess.

“Alright,” Max said, kissing your head.

When he came back, you were asleep.

Chuckling, Max put the ice bag back in the freezer and set his book on the bedside table. Duchess left, probably because you’d stopped petting her, and Max took her place, curled up at your side.

“Daddy?”

“Alistair,” Max said, looking over. “Hey.”

Alistair looked hesitantly at you. “Are they okay?”

Max nodded. “Of course. Just napping. Wanna stay with us? I was going to put on a movie.”

“Can we watch the Jungle Book?” Alistair asked eagerly, jumping up into the bed.

Max smiled. “Of course. Stay here, I’ll go get it.”

You woke up a while later to the singing monkey, blinking slowly and rolling towards Max’s warmth. “Max.”

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” Max said softly, kissing your forehead. “How was your nap?”

“Good,” you said, looking around and seeing Alistair curled up in the bed with you. “Whole family’s here.”

Max chuckled. “Duchess is even here,” he said, pointing to where Duchess was laying in her bed.

You leaned against the pillows. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Max said. “Still wanna sleep?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “Wake me at dinner.”

Max pressed one more kiss to your head before you fell asleep once more.

#Pedro Pascal #the mandalorian #din djarin #we can be heroes #marcus moreno #Bloodsucking bastards #max phillips #Triple Frontier #frankie morales #kingsman #agent whiskey #jack 'whiskey' daniels #prospect (film)#ezra (prospect)#Narcos #Javier Pena #wonder woman 1984 #maxwell lord #Dewey's Drabbles

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extremelyblackandwhite · 4 years

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innocence - 12

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: age gap, anxiety, ptsd, trauma, angst

A/N: i do know i was supposed to post this yesterday but i got lost doing a bit of cleaning around my room so here it is a bit late. hope you enjoy it! let me know what you think, much love xx

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Y/N liked the dark of the night, it brought her comfort. She could never explain why but the ambience of the dark night only disturbed by the glittering lights of the tea light candle on a heart cut glass which flashed little heart shaped golden flecks of light onto the wall. The TV volume was low, playing When Harry Met Sally which Bucky had insisted to watch after confessing he had never seen it, yet he was not the slightest bit interested in the movie. She, however, was. Cuddled in chunky yarn ticket blanket, oversized sweater pushed up to her chin and eyes glued onto one of her favourite romantic movies. Bucky was more interested in how she was curled against him, head laying on the side of his torso. She looked adorable with her shiny eyes in the romantic comedy and maybe Bucky would’ve shown some interest if he was watching the movie with Steve or Sam but whenever she was close by, he didn’t want to look at anything else but her. In all honesty, he didn’t think he ever wanted to look at anything else after h saw her. He’d be happy to protect her, as long as he could look at her. As long as he could look at her, he’d be happy.

He remembered the goggles they made him wear, it distorted his view, it made everything clearer yet somehow darker. He could never see people’s faces, he could never see their expressions but he could hear them scream, he could hear them telling him to stop and he wanted to stop, he really did, but he couldn’t. He was a bad person, he was a terrible person.

- James? - her voice dripping with worry cut through his thoughts. - Are you okay? You look spaced out.

- Yeah. - her hand escaped its blanket confinements to hold his hand. - Just tired.

- You can spend the night if you want. The couch doubles as a bed and I have some extra blankets. - she moved around from her place so she could sit straight. Bucky wanted to say no, he really did. He probably knew Steve was going to freak out at the idea of him not returning, he could do something to hurt her and he just didn’t want to risk it. However, looking into her hopeful eyes which held nothing but love and sympathy for him as if he had never caused anyone harm ... as if he wasn’t a monster, as if he wasn’t someone, or rather something, people should fear, knocked all his defences down. He wondered if it was a perk or a flaw to be that forgiving, to be able to look past the past, specially in an industry like hers. He wondered how long it would take to harden her and he wondered how long it would take for her to become a cynic. Most importantly, he wondered if he could protect her from that. - If you want you can take my bedroom, I can sleep in the couch.

- I can sleep in the couch, princess. - he sighed, smiling at her sleepy form who had begging eyes and a little sleepy smile. - You’re awfully good at persuasion.

- I was Capitan of the debate club. - she perked up, excited about the compliment. Bucky wondered what else he could do with that, knowing she liked to be complimented. She deserved to be complimented. - I’m very persuasive.

- No, princess. It’s those doe eyes. - he pointed at her eyes, little smile on his lips. - Saying no to you is like shooting Bambi. You have a very weird soft kind of persuasion.

- Thank you. - she smiled, pushing her blanket away to get up. - I’ll go grab you some blankets. Do you want fuzzy ones?

- I don’t need blankets.

- Yes, you do. - before he could tell her again that he didn’t need blankets, she was already rushing to a little closet nearby the door of her room. She opened it with her foot before placing herself on her tip toes to grab some blankets she had folded and put away. Her arms could barely wrap around the thick winter bedding and Bucky found it amusing how she started to waddle around with them before dropping them on the coach. - I’ll get you some pillows.

- You have pillows on your couch.

- They’re decorative pillows, Bucky. You don’t sleep on them, you decorate with them.

- Y/N ... - he wrapped her hands around her waist, pushing her to the couch as she got ready to go grab some pillows. - This is fine, princess. You don’t need to accommodate me.

- You’re my guest. It’s common manners, Bucky. - she tried to snake away from his grip but Bucky was much too strong and she had never been very good at leaving holds. - Let me grab you a pillow.

- No.

- Let me help you make the bed then. - she pulled onto his arm so she could raise her head to look at him.

- If it makes you happy. - his grip softened on her waist allowing her to escape him and get back on her feet. He let out a mindless little smile, raising from the couch along with the blanket.

Y/N quickly got to work, leaning to pull at the bottom of the couch which unfolded down onto a quite big bed. He tried to help but she shushed him away, placing the sheets in a way which would make a five star hotel jealous. Bucky couldn’t help but pick onto how much love and attention she seemed to lay onto every single motion she did. It was feather like, like the movements of a ballerina, so light, so soft, hypnotising even.

- There. - she pointed to the bed happily. - A nice comfortable bed for the night. Are you sure you don’t need some pillows?

- I’m sure. - he walked over to her side. - Wanna watch a movie?

- Sure. What do you wanna watch? - she jumped onto the bed, remote in hand as she wrapped herself back with her blanket. Bucky sat down on her left, lifting his legs to rest over the comfortable, now extended couch.

- You can pick.

- I have terrible taste in movies. You pick.

- You’re an actress.

- So? Cliché and chick-flicks make me happy and I don’t think you wanna watch any of those.

- Sure, I do.

- You big liar.

They two of them weren’t sure what movie it ended up being picked, maybe some preview just played on a loop but it didn’t matter because in less than half hour the two of them had fallen asleep.

Bucky disliked falling asleep, it always felt like falling. Falling reminded him of falling from the train. He could never exactly explain it, not to Steve, not to his therapist yet it wasn’t like he wanted to. It was an indescribably feeling; when you’re a child and you feel like falling you known warmth is gonna be at the end, you know someone is gonna catch you but no one caught him, there was no warmth. There was only cold. He could still feel his bone break, looking down at his arm to see half of it was gone. He remembered looking up at the skies, waiting for death to take him as the snowflakes fell onto his face. Bucky thought that was the worse, he thought that was the worse which could happen until they dragged him, dragged him through the snow. Whatever was left of his arm was chopped off, he felt it all, he felt it all through a numb-like status of mind and once he regained consciousness he rose his arm to see the metal arm.

- Buck? - she could feel him move and hear him whimper. It had woken her up and it was breaking her heart so she decided the best was to wait him up. She poked his arm once more yet when she tried to shake him, he topped over her, metal hand going straight for her neck, eyes wide open. It just hoovered there, over her neck, no grip but there was a look of pure fright on his eyes. Disbelief. - Bucky?

He immediately got off her, looking around before starting to walk quickly away from her. Bucky pushed the door open which sounded alarm bells in her mind. She tried calling out to him again but he ignored, leaving her home. Y/N rushed off her bed and followed him, not caring if she was in her pyjamas in the hallway.

- Bucky, stop! - she asked him, rushing after him. Bucky, however, kept walking away, pushing the door which led to the staircase open and expecting her to tire herself out but she didn’t. Y/N kept running after him, going down the stairs until she finally caught up to him. Her small hand grabbed his much larger arm. - Bucky!

- I need to go.

- No. - she said, calmly, hand over her chest to regain her breathing. She placed her hands on top of his shoulders, pushing him from a hug. Her head tucked in the space between his shoulder and neck feeling how tense he was. He was never this tense around her. - You need to go back to bed.

- Y/N.

- No. - she rose her head to stare at him. She sighed before leaning in to kiss him, giving him a soft, dragging kiss. - You need to rest.

She turned around, hand lowering to hold his before climbing up the stairs back to her floor. Her door was still open and she led him in, closing the door with her foot. She continued to walk through her apartment until she stopped at her bedroom.

- You’re okay. - her hand caressed her cheek. - You’re okay.

He wanted to believe her, he really wanted to believe her. He wanted to believe he was okay but he was not. He was still damaged, held together by tape which was losing its glue and it was only a matter of time until it broke loose and the pieces fell back into the shattered mess. Bucky was not okay but she was persistant and as she laid him down, he almost believed he was okay. Her thumb caressed his face while her other hand was firm against his chest. He didn’t want to fall asleep, he didn’t want to hurt her but his body didn’t agree with him and her soft touch lulled him to sleep.

The morning came with a crash, he woke up earlier than her, feeling her close to him, tucked under his chin. He pulled away softly not wanting to wake her up. He didn’t even know what to say to her and so he left, closing the door on his way out. Steve was probably freaking out at the tower and he didn’t want to have to deal with the after mat of almost chocking her. He reached the tower and most were still asleep except for Steve. Here we go again.

- We were worried. - he started.

- You don’t need to say “we”, Steve. I know it was you who was worried.

- Where were you? You were out the whole night, I tried calling you.

- My phone was dead, I stayed over at Y/N’s for the night.

- Y/N’s? - he raised an eyebrow. - You didn’t, Buck ...

- I didn’t fuck her if that’s what you’re so worried about. She just asked if I wanted to stay and it seemed like the better idea.

- Buck ... - Steve sighed. It was a hard conversation to have, one that he definitely didn’t want to have but he had to, he had to had this conversation either he wanted it or not. - We need to talk about Y/N.

- I don’t wanna talk about it.

- But we need to talk about it. You just ... The therapist and I think it’s not a good idea to get into a relationship. You still have some work to do until you’re ready to be in a relationship specially with someone who is not in our world and doesn’t understand that you’re still ... having some issues.

- I know.

- Maybe in a few years, after you’ve worked through every ...

- I KNOW! - he screamed at him before leaving Steve speechless in the kitchen.

He didn’t want to talk, he didn’t want to hear Steve but most importantly, he didn’t want to think of her waking up alone in a cold bed.

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Another World - 4.

Alien!Bucky x Reader.

Part 4 of the Another World series.

Run-through: In a futuristic world, you and your family rescue and care for stranded and hurt otherworldly beings. You save them from the bad guys who exploit them. You help them adjust to your planet’s life, and give them their freedom back. Then one day, while on a rescue mission, you come across a human-like extraterrestrial being with a missing arm. And nothing is ever the same again…

Themes throughout the series: alien!bucky, fluff, smut, angst

a/n: ahh!! This will be the last part of the alien!bucky series! Thank you to everyone who loves alien!bucky as much as I do!

As time went on, things just kept on improving.

You encouraged Bucky to have meals with the team. And again, he was a little hesitant. But after that first breakfast he had in their company – which he liked a lot, he didn’t need any more convincing to join the team for meals. He said he found the team entertaining; given they playfully argued with one another and roasted each other all the time.

Bucky quickly grew much more comfortable around a lot of the team members mainly; Nat, Sam and Steve – surprisingly.

And as the days went on, it was lovely to watch him open up to more people. Your people; now his too. And how he could carry long conversations without looking at you every few seconds for reassurance. He was growing more and more confident each day.

He would tease you often, and even use sarcasm at times – a habit he picked up rather quickly while being around the team. Bucky would even be a bit more touchy now. Instead of just innocent kisses, he’d take it one step further at times; kissing along your jaw each time he held you, or kiss down your neck when you cuddled to watch a movie.

And your skin tingled each time he touched you.

His hands would always end up under your shirt each time he held you close. And you grew accustomed to the cold of the metal arm against your skin – it was comforting now.

However, you and Bucky still hadn’t talked about the bond, or connection or imprint as the doctors called it. To both of you, it wasn’t a problem which needed to be addressed or fixed. It was just there, a blessing if anything.

As days went on, you learnt more about Bucky. The doctors had trouble drawing a line between what was Bucky’s otherworldly traits and what came with the experiment he underwent while in captivity. Either way, he was a strong addition to your team.

Bucky’s eyes were fascinating. You, along with Dr. Banner, had it figured it out by the end of the first week; Bucky’s eyes changed color according to what he felt. Ocean blue, normally. Lighter almost fluorescent blue, when he was happier. Darker for deeper emotions. It was quite a unique trait.

Bucky also spent time in Dr. Banner’s lab, sometimes your dad interrupted his occasional check-ups. He even had a one-on-one with your dad, which you begged him to tell you about but he refused politely.

“Bucky please. Did dad say anything w-,”

He turned to face you while the two of you walked away from the treadmills at the gym. Oh, and he had begun training with you and the team as well. Initially you were worried about the metal arm, but then he used the pull up bar to prove you wrong, and made your jaw drop. And since that day, he accompanied you to the gym every morning.

“I had a private conversation with your dad. And I promised to keep it that way.” He replied, and raised an eye brow at you, daring you to argue back.

You frowned and involuntarily pouted. Bucky chuckled and spoke up again, reaching down to pick up a water bottle and you had to admit that the metal arm did things to you. Just looking at it gave you ideas which made you blush.

“It’s true, you know? What they all say about you.” he teased, knowing you’d wanna know more.

You crossed your arms over your chest and quickly eyed him up and down. Tight gym clothes on Bucky? A big yes.

“What do they say about me?” you asked, as he expected.

He looked you in the eye while he swallowed almost half of the bottle at one go. You watched intently how his Adam’s apple moved up and down rapidly, how the veins on his neck were prominent and how amazing his slightly tan skin looked.

A tingle ran down your spine and pooled right at your core. You shivered under Bucky’s intense gaze.

He pulled the bottle away from his lips, closed it and placed it on the ground again. He smirked.

“That you’re a bit of a brat.” He said, and took the advantage of the empty gym to walk towards you, and trap you between him and the wall behind you. He didn’t know where all this confidence came from, it just did. And he liked it.

You smirked as he backed you against the wall. “You think?” you had never wanted a man so close to you like you wanted Bucky. He smirked and grabbed you by the waist and pressed you against his body.

And that same tingle spread all over you again. You looked up to see his eyes had darkened a shade. His grip tightened on your body and he dipped his head and kissed down your neck – making you shiver again.

“You are. But I like it.” he spoke. And you were too distracted to realize that he had in fact answered your question. All you could focus on was how he dragged his soft lips along the side of your throat, making you tremble under his touch.

His voice had deepened; now raspy. His eyes, you were sure, had darkened a few shades. And there was a shift in the air around you, a pleasant one.

Bucky kissed his way back up to your lips and gave you a gentle kiss on the side of your mouth; making you wish and pray that he gives you more than just that. Because if there’s anything you knew for sure in that moment, was that you wanted Bucky.

Bad.

“I want you.” Bucky said, stealing the words right out of your mouth. You felt his warm puffs of air on your skin; his lips hovering right above your own.

You leaned in and were about to press your lips to his and you were ready for him to take you right there if he wanted to, but then you heard a pair of footsteps approaching.

“Someone’s coming.” You carefully create a comfortable distance between you and Bucky and the doors opened to reveal Carol and Nat who came in for their training session.

Bucky almost groaned at the sight of them interrupting your moment.

You and Bucky exchanged a quick hello with the ladies and walked out. Sharing shy smiles and laughs as you made your way upstairs. And once on your floor, you left Bucky at his door and made your way to yours.

But Bucky didn’t let you go without a deep kiss. He chuckled when he pulled away. “I should definitely take a really cold shower.” He smirked and you did not dare look down. “I’ll see you at breakfast?”

You smiled, blushing already. “Yeah.”

You walked away with a thought which had you all hot and bothered by the time you reached your room and entered the shower.

Bucky was perfect. In every way, that you were sure of. But you didn’t know what he looked like… naked. You felt shy to admit it, but you had surely felt him press against you whenever you hugged. And sometimes you’d feel something poke you but you were always too shy to… initiate anything.

Oh but you wanted him. Each touch from him now just fueled your want and need to have him. But you didn’t want to just jump his bones, you wanted to take things slow.

The past couple of weeks you spent together was pure bliss. Delicate, gentle touches and stolen kisses. Walks in your secret garden and cuddling while reading or just talking about nothing under the sun. A lot of gazing into each other’s eyes and smiling. And a lot of forehead kisses before wishing each other good night, and good morning. You didn’t share the same room yet, so you two were always so dramatic before parting ways for the night.

You giggled under the shower at the thought of you and Bucky. He was perfect. He was all you wanted and more.

Recently, you had developed this habit of always knowing where the other is. You two just felt gravitated towards one another. You’d reach out for his hand at the same time he reached out for yours when you walked beside each other. And your hands always met in the middle. It was a sweet, but intimate gesture.

“Oh Bucky… what are you doing to me?” you whispered to yourself under the shower while you bathed.

Breakfast with Bucky and part of the team was as usual, chaotic. Fun and entertaining, but chaotic. Your dad joined as well, initially trying to settle them down but ended up partaking in the on-going debate between Thor and Carol – bickering over who’s the strongest of them.

For the rest of the day, Bucky was taken with his own training. He had had a talk with your dad, and told him how he wanted in with the team as well. And his forte was weapons and combat so he was learning about all the new gadgets your team worked with and decided to use his strength to do only good and rescue people alongside you from now on.

So Steve took the responsibility of getting Bucky accustomed to the work that you all did, and more training because in his opinion; Bucky was one of the bests you have on your team – combining his otherworldly traits and strengths, and all that came with the alteration done to his DNA when he was experimented on.

You remember feeling all warm and proud when Steve announced that to the team. Because Bucky deserved it, all the praise and the pats on the back and the kind and loving words.

That same night, you noticed something different in Bucky’s behavior. You were both cuddling on his bed, movie playing in the background while the two of you were busy kissing and caressing each other – and you could’ve sworn you heard him moan when he breathed in your scent.

Your back pressed against his torso and you sat in between his legs, and you felt something poking your lower back.

“Bucky.” you had a faint tone of warning in your voice, but you also sounded playful.

Bucky was quiet. And kept kissing down your neck and along your shoulder. His stubble pricked your skin but it also tickled. You giggled as you felt his hands caress your skin under your shirt, inching closer and closer to your breasts – which was new because he was usually never this… sexual.

But you wanted it. You wanted him. Your body tingled and burned under his warm and cold touch, and there was nothing you wanted more than have him buried deep in you. But you were also nervous for your first time together.

Bucky sensed your sudden hesitation and he wasn’t having it. “Hey, look at me.” He sounded gentle, but also demanding and hot and you had to pull your head out of the filth and turn around on his lap; now straddling him.

You saw the hunger in his dark blue eyes. And your hand gently traced the branding on his skin, near his shoulder. Bucky reached out with his metal arm and held your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

Nothing had to be said, you both knew what the other wanted.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, looking up at you with hunger-filled, yet soft eyes.

You nodded. Of course you did, you trusted him with your whole heart and everything in you.

He smiled. “Then let me make you mine.” his voice was soft, and his eyes quickly flicked to your lips then back to your eyes.

You didn’t answer, you simply leaned in and pressed your lips to his. His mouth moved perfectly against yours, and you felt the warmth of his skin wrapping around you like a protective cocoon and suddenly nothing else mattered in the world. He was here, with you; and all was well.

His hands gently caressed your skin under your shirt. He lifted your shirt up after a while, and he pulled away from your lips briefly to take your shirt off completely; tossing it to the side carelessly. That being the only thing you were wearing at the moment, you now sat there on his lap, in just your underwear. He gently touched you wherever he could; letting his hands linger at your breasts and taking his sweet time; caressing and fondling.

His mouth didn’t leave yours as his metal hand slipped in between your legs with ease; caressing your inner thighs as he went. The cold from the metal caused a shiver to run down your spine, or perhaps that was just his touch – either way, you shivered and moaned through the kiss.

Hearing you moan had him bothered, and the sound which left your lips only made him want to ravish you even more. His hand slipped into your underwear with no shame, his knuckles gently stroked your wet folds; making you shiver at his touch. He chuckled upon feeling just how aroused you were.

He flipped the two of you; you landed on your back on his bed. His large frame hovered over you as he pulled away just a little to give you some time to catch your breath. He ran his fingers up and down your folds, gathering and smearing your arousal around as he went.

He pushed his cold, metal fingers into you and you shivered. He messed with you for a little bit; stroking your walls with his fingers and making you whine.

You whimpered quietly under him and he nuzzled your neck as he slowly removed your underwear; trailing it down your legs until he tossed it behind him – leaving you bare under him. Bucky pulled away to admire your body for a few seconds; his hunger only growing and your body grew hot and tingly under his gaze.

“So beautiful…” he mumbled in a daze, his eyes almost dark as the night.

You didn’t feel self-conscious, or shy. All you felt was hunger – a growing need to have him. His touch was electric, and it only made you want more. You admired the man above you, as he lowered his sweatpants reached down and pulled out his cock; stroking it while he looked down into your eyes.

You didn’t want him to see that his size both startled and excited you, so in order to hide your surprised face you leaned in and kissed him. But truth is, you were both nervous and impatient to just have him in you already. Not to sound entire obscene but… he was very well hung.

Bucky pulled away from your kiss gently, and leaned in again to press his forehead against yours while he pushed his erected cock past your tight entrance. You moaned out loud as he did. He grunted once he filled you up entirely, and he gave you a couple of seconds to adjust.

You were so full of his thick cock that even forming a proper thought seemed impossible at the moment. You shuddered as you felt all of him. His lips found yours again, attempting to get you to stay quiet while he rolled his hips against yours.

He removed himself and pushed himself back into you, and watched in awe how you struggled to adjust to his size. He lowered his face again, and dipped his head into the crook of your neck. You heard him panting and swearing under his breath as he rocked into you. Your nails sank into his skin, around his shoulder and muscular arm; which you held onto for dear life as he pounded into you.

You tried matching his thrusts but were unable to; so you simply let go. Your body moved against his like a rag doll. Like a toy for him to use. All his.

He kissed you, bit your skin, kissed your open mouth while he rammed into you; and you never complained once. Given his size, he stretched you out completely. And it did hurt, but the pleasure compensated for the pain.

Your legs trembled as you lifted them up to wrap them around his waist. This allowed him to thrust deeper into you, and in the haze he was in, he managed to mumble right in your ear about how good you felt. Bucky growled and bit down on your shoulder to keep himself from making any loud noises while he fucked you. He was relentless, as though each moan, each mewl which left your lips only encouraged him to get more and more rough.

He was usually very sweet and gentle when he handled your body, but tonight he was animalistic and wild. His kisses were more passionate and deep. His touch was tantalizing, and there was nothing innocent and gentle about how he made love to you. But you loved it. And you knew you could definitely get used to it.

You saw in his eyes, the determination, the hunger and the need – matching your own.

Bucky was relentless. He didn’t know why, but he felt the burning need to claim you and let it be known that you belonged to him.

At some point, right when your walls started clenching around him and when you were just about to come undone; he removed himself from you and flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you onto your knees by your hips.

He kissed the back of your neck and pushed himself inside you again. You felt his hard body press against the curve of your ass as he filled you up again.

How was he so good in bed? Not that you were complaining, but just a thought. However, you couldn’t dwell too much on the thought as him being buried deep in you was distracting.

You moaned out loud at the new sensation of him rocking into you from behind. Bucky’s hand found its way to your front and he pressed the palm of his metal hand against your lower abdomen. He liked the wave of excitement which coursed through his veins each time he felt himself deep within you.

His hand travelled all the way to your throat and he bent down to whisper in your ear, “Can you feel me deep within you?” his voice gave away that he was holding back a moan as he fucked you. “You’re mine.” He stressed, as he very gently squeezed the sides of your throat. But hard enough to make you lose your mind.

He liked the thought of how he was the only one who would ever touch you like this, the only one who would own you like this, the only one who would ever fuck you like this. The possessiveness came to him almost naturally as he rocked his body against yours.

He pulled out to flip you around and pushed back into you again, harder this time.

You could only moan and whimper in response while he pounded into you incessantly. You had no problem with being his. Not only because he was perfect, and could make love to you like a god, but also because he made you feel things on a level superior than just physical and emotional.

Bucky touched your soul, the innermost part of your heart and you knew then; looking into his eyes, that there was nothing in this world, or another world, you wouldn’t do for him.

You moaned at how wonderfully Bucky stretched you out and rammed his thick cock in and out of you rapidly. You felt your walls clench around him, and tightening around his thick member; making him moan out loud. The sounds leaving his lips were sinful more than anything. And it sent shivers down your spine.

He panted against your cheek, kissing the side of your face and gripping your jaw with his hand.

He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, he kept pounding into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out his name as you came; hard. You whimpered at how he kept slamming into you even after you came, and your face burned as you felt the knot forming again right at your core

Bucky fucked you relentlessly; not even stopping for a second. He panted and groaned at how good you felt and shamelessly told you about it; whispering against your skin about how perfect you felt around him.

Unable to form coherent sentences, you moaned as you felt your second release approaching while you still recovered from the first. Your legs were numb, and your body moved along with his like you were nothing but a rag doll; yet, you wanted more of what he had to give. You craved him.

A rush coursed through your veins as you felt your mind clouding with lust again. His large frame hovering above you as he tightened his grip around your throat just a little more. He growled under his breath, his lips dangerously close to yours as you whined and whimpered under him.

A series of cuss words left your lips as you came for the second time in a row, walls tightening around his length. He bit down on your lip as you lifted your hips to meet his thrust; chasing your release. Your body trembled under him as you came again; gushing out around his cock while he still pounded relentlessly into you. You noticed his irregular thrusts and the sound which left his lips – as he came right after you; filling you up.

After he was done, he fell limp into your arms, careful as to not crush you beneath his body weight.

He stayed like that for a while, and let you wrap your arms around him; with his head against your bare chest. He relished the feeling of being in your arms. Until he finally rolled over and pulled you into his side, tucking your head under his chin.

Both of you panting and unable to utter a word after all that just happened. So you just held each other and relished the body heat radiating off one another.

Eventually, Bucky broke the silence first.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked softly as he gently ran his hands through your hair which sprawled all over his chest. And just like that, he was back to being the gentle boyfriend you were used to; not the beast he had just been in bed some minutes ago.

You giggled. “Nope.”

He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips; kissing your knuckles gently.

You turned to face him better, and reached out to gently caress his rough cheek. “Your kind muct be so beautiful.” You said as you admired the man. Simply breathtaking.

Your words made him smile. “You think I’m beautiful?” he asked, looking at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes.

You laughed. “So beautiful.”

He laughed along and reached out to hold your hand in his large, warms one and laced your fingers together.

“What if I happened to have fangs and green or red, scaly skin and say, a tail?” he asked, teasing you. He always felt a boost of confidence surge through him whenever he received a compliment from you.

You giggled and leaned in to kiss him on the tip of his nose.

“I would love you regardless.”

He could’ve sworn his heart grew in size when you said that. He had never had anyone say that to him before. Hell, before you he didn’t even know what love was. And how much better life could be with love and warmth around him. And now that he did, he didn’t want to be without you for even a single day. He knew he wouldn’t survive without you.

And neither would you without him.

Bucky took a while to reply to you. “You know, Dr. Banner told me about the bond thing. The connection you and I formed, or the imprint.” This was the first time one of you ever brought up this topic.

You listened intently.

“He told me all about it, and tried explaining as much as he could. He asked me how I felt about it, and I didn’t know what to tell him then.” Bucky told you the truth.

That day, in Dr. Banner’s lab, he truly didn’t know what to say. Not because he didn’t feel anything for you, oh no. He felt so much that he didn’t know where to begin with. He had difficulty putting what he felt into words so he remained quiet.

“Do you now?” you asked, after a few seconds. You were eager and curious to know his side of it.

He smiled and ran his knuckles against your cheek, gently caressing your face. “I do.” he answered.

And you waited for him to elaborate.

“Imprint or not, I would fall in love with you regardless, no matter where or when we met. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before. You got me out of a dark place and showed me that this life was worth living. I like who I am when I’m with you, and I know that it’s not just a connection, it’s much more than that.” He paused. “I love you, and I never want to be without you.”

He voiced out his feelings sincerely, and you were almost on the verge of tears.

“I love you.” you whispered and leaned in for a kiss.

Hydra.

That was the name of the nightmare Bucky had to live through for many years before you found him, and managed to get him out of there.

Your dad and Steve had done some research and within a few weeks, they were able to track down Hydra.

During a meeting with the entire team recently, your dad and Steve explained all about them and your potential new mission.

Hydra, you learnt, was a secret organization who did everything you and your team fought against. Trafficking, holding life from other planets captive, and experimenting on them, selling them, turning them into weapons and handed them over to slavery. Somehow they managed to stay hidden from you. But Tony figured it out the moment you found Bucky, because who else would shoot their hostages and rub it in your faces other than a malicious organization who, driven by human arrogance, thought that they were better than anyone else.

And eventually you, Bucky and the entire team set out on your biggest mission yet – to take down Hydra.

And you succeeded. Initially Bucky was against the idea of you going there, because he knew it would be a dangerous fight.

You two even argued over it.

“I can’t lose you.” he said, in all seriousness as he sat you down on the edge of your bed once you finally made it to your room after the meeting.

You sighed as you looked around, avoiding his eyes at all cost. Your eyes fell on his sweater carelessly thrown on your couch. Then you found his book, lying on your dresser – the book he had been reading whenever he had free time lately. Then your eyes found his shoes somewhere on the floor.

You and Bucky had been sharing you room recently. And he had become such a huge part of your life; a habit. Your favorite habit.

“I can’t lose you either.” You were on the verge of tears. “Buck, those people treated you horribly for so long. I finally get to help put an end to it. Just let me go.” You begged again, calmer this time.

Bucky knelt in front of you, placing both his hands on your knees as you sat on the bed – angry at everything.

“Okay. What if you go, and then they get to you? And they take you prisoner.” His sounded cold. “Worse, what if they take you and not me? Do you think I could live with that?” he asked, shivering at the mere thought of it.

You scoffed.

“And what if they get to you and take you back? How am I supposed to live then?” you argued and Bucky stood up.

You did too. He turned to look away, frowning at the memories of that dark place. “You have no idea.” He spoke while looking down at the floor, then to look back at you. “You have no idea what it’s like in there.” He stated.

Your eyes watered at a certain memory. “I think I do, Buck. I’m the one who found you.” You felt your heart ache at the image of him in that cryo. “You’re the one with no idea of what it was like to see you like that.” You let the tear fall finally.

And Bucky still couldn’t look at you. He was hurting too. “No. You won’t go.”

“That’s selfish.” You sounded calm, but bitter.

Bucky looked at you finally. His eyes were deep blue, and glossy – much more than before.

“Maybe I am.” He caught your attention. “I would rather risk going through Hydra’s torture a hundred more times if it meant that you stay here, safe, and away from the fight.” He stressed on the fact that by staying here, and by not joining the fight, you would be safe.

“Bucky… please.” You walked over to him and held his hands in yours. “We can do this, we can put an end to this. Together.” You tried to persuade him.

In the end, he agreed. And the mission was a big success. You terminated Hydra, and came home. Some of you were injured, but that was expected. You managed to rescue many who were being held captive, and just like Bucky, they were all offered a place at the compound.

And just like that, life was perfect.

Although there was one question which was left unanswered through all of this, and it was eating you alive. But one day, while you and Bucky were outside in the garden enjoying the sun – you asked him.

“Buck?”

“Hmm?”

“If the doctors eventually find out where you’re from, would you want to go back? To your world?” you asked, your voice heavy with sadness. The mere thought of him leaving broke your heart.

He chuckled and reached out to grab you by your arm and pulled you into his chest. You placed your head over his heart, and you could hear his heartbeats loud and clear. The sun was warm, and this little garden felt like paradise with him by your side.

“Even if they do figure it out, I don’t remember anything from there. If I go, I’ll just be a stranger. I’d rather be here with you.” he looked down at you. “I like it better here.” He answered and your heart fluttered.

You had heard of enough love stories. Each different from each other; each one unique in its own way. It surprised you, in the best way, how something as delicate and beautiful as love had managed to transcend through centuries and traveled between galaxies, and between worlds. Until now, it found its way to you.

You knew since a long time ago that one day, if you managed to find your one true love, he’d be one of a kind. Little did you know that he’d be, in fact, from another world.

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Cosmo Says - Ch.5

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You make it out of bed early, leaving Dean to slumber peacefully. Your clothes are bundled in his hamper, and you make do with fishing a pair of boxers from his top drawer and cinching them with a rubber band. You’re in no mood to put on a shirt, so you amble down the hall and into the kitchen. Sam’s left a sticky note on the table, explaining that he’s gone out for an early run, and you settle for making coffee and pulling the evening newspaper from the day before towards you.

Sam steps into the kitchen to find you leaning over the counter, tits out and a cup of coffee in one hand as you flip through the large pages. He looks surprised, but not as caught-off-guard as he would be if he hadn’t seen them already.

“Hey.” You smile at him as he pulls his earbuds out and sets his phone on the counter. “Coffee’s hot.”

“Yeah.” He clears his throat and steps around you to grab a mug from the cupboard. “Where’s Dean?”

“Sleeping like a log.” You glance at him over your shoulder. “How was your run?”

“Wet.” He ruffles his hair, brushing away droplets of water out of his hair. “It was already drizzling, I barely got a half-mile out before I had to come back.”

“Aww.” You hop up to sit on the metal counter. “Wanna burn off the rest of the calories?”

Sam blushes, stirring a spoon of sugar into his coffee. “Later. Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

You shrug. “Didn’t feel like it. Basides, they look good this morning, figured I’d put ‘em on display.” Raising an eyebrow, you watch Sam lift his cup to his lips and take a long swallow. “Why? Do they make you uncomfortable?”

“What? No, no.” Sam shakes his head, still blushing like there’s no tomorrow. “I was, uh… just… they look good, that’s all.”

You grin, leaning back and tossing your hair over your shoulder. “Thanks.”

He sets his drink on the counter and steps close, leaning in to steal a kiss. “Did you and Dean…?”

“Not all the way,” you reply. “You made me sore, I need to recuperate.”

He winces, pressing an apologetic smooch to your cheek. “Sorry.”

“Not your fault.” You straighten up, parting your knees to allow him to step between them. “You’re just a big boy.”

Sam lets out a breathy chuckle and slides his hands up the curve of your back. “And you’re a pretty girl.”

“That’s sweet,” you coo, giggling when he nips under your jaw. “Your jacket’s all cold… mind taking it off?”

Sam smirks, pulling the zipper of his jacket down and rolling it off his shoulders. All he’s got on is a gray tee shirt that’s a size too small, and you snake your hands under its hem, feeling for warm, smooth skin. “Like that?” he asks.

“Exactly like that.” You tip your head back so he can nuzzle the crook of your neck. “I gotta find something in Cosmo for you.”

“I’m sure you can find something,” he mumbles, “you smell like peaches.”

“Bubble bath.”

“Ahh.” He takes another deep inhale. “I like it.”

You squirm when he bends lower to nibble on your collarbone. “What’re you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doin’?” Sam trails a line of kisses up the side of your neck. “I missed you last night.”

“I was busy.” You giggle when he fills a palm with one breast. “Let me at Cosmo for a bit and I’ll come up with something to cross off the list.”

Sam lets out a little moan against your mouth, not even bothering to stop as Dean’s shuffling footsteps echo in the hallway.

“Am I gonna walk in on you two swapping spit every time, or…?”

Sam grunts and straightens up. “No. You just have shit timing.”

Dean eyes your bare torso as he strides around to make himself a cup of coffee. “You stole my boxers.”

“Well, would you rather have me running around, ass out, too?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yes.” Both men answer in unison. Sam frowns, clears his throat, and leans down to give you one more kiss.

“I’m gonna shower,” he says, skimming a palm over your thigh. “Join me?”

You don’t miss Dean’s look and give Sam a small pout. “I think your brother has plans… I’ll make it up to you later though?”

He grumbles, but gives in. “Don’t pile up your rain checks.”

“Or what, you’ll spank me?” You reach out and swat Sam’s ass hard enough to earn a wince and a low chuckle from Dean. “Think again, go clean your sweaty ass off.”

Red-cheeked, Sam stalks off to the bathroom, coffee in hand, leaving you and Dean alone. Dean takes his brother’s place, watching you take a long sip of your own drink.

“Not gonna lie, you look hot in these.” He twists the rubber band out of the waistband of your borrowed boxers. “But I thought you’d stay in bed.”

“Sorry.” You boop his lower lip as he tugs your hips closer to the edge of the counter. “I needed coffee.”

“Mmm, a likely story.” Dean leans in for a kiss that you gladly reciprocate. “I was gonna pay you back for last night.”

You moan when his fingers slide past the barrier of fabric to graze over the soft flesh of your hips. Dean’s eyes darken slightly as you run your fingers through his hair, tangling in the longer strands at the top. “Guess you’re just gonna have to do it right here, then.”

Dean lets you press his head down, bending to kiss the valley between your breasts as he makes his way south. You gasp when he lifts your hips up to tug his boxers down your thighs and sets you down on the chilly metal countertop, but when he steps back, lips and tongue continuing down your belly until he’s dotting your inner thighs with warm, wet kisses.

“Lie back for me,” he directs softly, and as soon as you’re splayed out on the counter, he’s pressing his mouth between your thighs, tongue gliding slowly through your folds. Your fingers twist in his hair, directing him to where it feels best, and when his lips seal around your clit you don’t hold back a squeal of pleasure.

“Oh my—” you bite down on your lower lip, white-knuckling the edge of the counter with one hand as you hold his face to your pussy. “That’s it, right there…”

Dean hums, dipping his fingers between your legs to press at your entrance. You give way to him, allowing him to ease inside. The ache dissolves as he begins to pump gently, in and out, measured with the almost-perfect licks of his tongue. Wet kissing and sucking sounds fill the kitchen, blending with your high-pitched moans. Dean has to hold you still, his other hand splaying out over your belly.

He has you cumming in minutes, shuddering on the cold metal as spasms of pleasure rock your body. His fingers and tongue keep moving, pumping and licking until you’re pushing on the top of his head and begging him to stop. He backs off, licking you from his lips.

“Y’good?” he asks as you manage to sit up.

“Yeah.” You grin lazily and reach out to stroke along the hard line of his cock through his own pair of boxers. “Want another handjob?”

His teeth dent his lower lip. “Definitely.”

After helping to clean around the bunker and making a mid-afternoon grocery run, you seclude yourself in the television room, flipping through Cosmopolitan to find something suitable for Sam. He pops in around dinnertime, bringing a plate of grilled cheese, and plops down on the small couch beside you, peering at the list of tips.

“What’d ya find?” he asks, taking a bite out of a sandwich before offering it to you. “Anything good?”

You shrug, skimming a finger down a small article. “How do you feel about something in your ass?”

He grimaces, watching you pluck the food from his fingers. “No, thanks.”

“That’s what I thought.” You sigh and flip the page. “What about being totally quiet?”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“True.” You nibble on a corner of the crust and scan over the new list of tips. Nothing’s sparking your interest, not now, at least. Giving up, you toss the magazine onto the small coffee table and slump down, exhaling a quick breath.

Sam shifts when you lean over, resting your chin on his shoulder. “What?”

“I’m tired.” You snuggle against him, stuffing the sandwich into your mouth.

“Take a nap.” Sam slings an arm around your shoulders. “You still sore?”

You giggle when he pokes your cheek affectionately. “No.”

“Mm.” He presses his lips to your temple. “Wanna cuddle up and watch somethin’?”

You nod happily. “I don’t think I’ll be giving you your treat tonight.”

“”S fine.” Sam grabs one of the plush blankets and drags it over you, tucking it around your shoulders. “Come here.”

You snuggle closer, reaching for another sandwich as he sets the place on the couch next to him. “I’ll find something tomorrow,” you promise.

“Y’know, I’d be down for just some good ol’ sex,” he replies, “don’t need anything kinky. That first time was pretty good.”

“Definitely.” You turn your head to gaze up at him. “I really like this, though.”

He smiles, gently tilting his head to the side to allow you to lean up into a kiss. “Whaddya say we use the TV in my room?”

You hum. “Totally.”

The next morning, the bunker is filled with the smell of waffles. Rubbing your eyes, you step into the kitchen to find Dean at the waffle iron while Sam slices strawberries on a cutting board.

“What’s this?” You pluck a ripe piece of red fruit from a bowl and pop it between your lips.

“Breakfast.” Sam slides a full plate of berries, waffles, and eggs towards you. “It’s late.”

“I needed sleep,” you reply, sticking your tongue out at him. “You two are wearing me out.”

Dean glances over his shoulder. “Did my massage help?”

Rolling your eyes, you reach for the syrup. “Yes, Dean, your massage helped.”

He grins and returns to making waffles. “Still don’t know why Sam got inside you before I did.”

Sam chews on his lower lip, evidently recalling the raunchy text you’d sent him about how big he’d feel inside you. “I just played my cards right,” he replies, “I can flirt, y’know.”

You spend the day compiling research, which is interesting, but tedious. By the end of it, you’re tired and eager to distract yourself with Sam.

He’s in the bathroom, shower running, and you slip inside without alerting him. Clothes drop to the floor, a path from the door to the shower curtain, and he jumps when you shove it back, sputtering through the shampoo suds in his hair.

“What are you doing?” He asks, eyes shut tight as he tips his head back to rinse his hair clean.

“Joining you.” You wait for him to move aside, blinking water from his eyes, before stepping under the warm spray. “You mind?”

Overcoming his surprise, he steps in, winding an arm around your waist. “I definitely don’t.”

“Good,” you turn to face him, stretching up on your toes. “I was thinking something simple for you tonight.”

Sam raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Reaching for the bar of soap, you roll it between your fingers, gazing up at him. “You use this yet?”

He nods.”Yeah.”

“Good.” You offer it to him. “Do me?”

He plucks the bar from your hand, turning you so that his chest is pressed to your back. Soapy palms slide up your waist, rubbing over water-warmed skin up to your breasts. You let out a sigh as he teases your nipples with his thumbs and tip your head back on his shoulder. It doesn’t take him long to turn you around, pressing you against the tile as he sinks to his knees.

“What’re you doing?” you tease.

He responds by lifting a leg over his shoulder and cupping handfuls of your ass. “What do you think I’m doing?”

Your hands fly to press against the back of his head as he buries his face between your legs, licking and sucking against your clit without hesitation. He grunts when your fingers thread through wet hair, tugging lightly to guide him exactly where you want.

“Right there,” you murmur, “oh, fuck, yeah… that’s it.”

Sam hums, squeezing your ass firmly as he rolls his tongue between your legs. He’s intent on getting you to cum as fast as possible, and he gets exactly what he wants when he slides a finger inside and crooks it, pressing against your sweet spot until you’re shaking against the wall, rolling your hips in time with his ministrations. He’s hard when he stands, and you waste no time lathering your hands with the soap before slicking a hand down his shaft.

“Mmm, fuck.” Sam lets out a long sigh and tips his head back when you stroke him. “That feels real good, baby.”

“I can tell.” You tighten your grip a little, earning a throaty groan from Sam. “I was gonna give you what I gave Dean, but I found something even better for you.”

He opens his eyes, staring down at you with a look of pure lust. “Yeah?”

You step closer, moving your hand gently up and down. “Let’s finish up here, then my room. ‘Kay?”

Sam grunts and nips at your lower lip before letting you back off. You finish showering within minutes, and barely towel dry before slipping down the hall, still naked, and into your room.

“Okay.” Sam pulls you into his arms the second the door is closed. “What’re you thinkin’, baby?”

You giggle when he squeezes your sides. “Cosmo says that partners should figure out exactly what turns them on, so… if you got the perfect blowjob what would it be like?”

Sam chews on his lower lip, pink flushing his cheeks. “Um… I don’t know, really.”

“Why don’t you show me, then. Tell me what feels good.”

Sam lets out a slow breath against your lips. His fingers curl into your hair, and he pulls you a flush against him, his other hand sliding down the curve of your back. You moan when he squeezes your ass, pointedly grinding his heavy erection against your belly before breaking away. “Are you sure you can…”

You giggle when he trails off, unsure of exactly how to phrase his question. “I’ll make it work,” you reply, “you’re not the first big cock I’ve sucked off.”

A low rumble issues from Sam’s chest, and he stoops to pull you right into another kiss. He’s more possessive with this one, lips wet and sweet against yours as his fingers clutch a little tighter in your hair.

“On your knees.” He presses down on the top of your head until your knees hit the carpet. Your eyes flicker back and forth, from the tip of his cock to his glowing eyes and flushed cheeks. “Touch me,” he murmurs.

You wrap a hand around his shaft, other palm landing on his thigh for stability, and you let him press your head forward, opening your mouth to take him in. He shivers when the heat of your mouth surrounds him. You give him a teasing suck, moving your hand in steady strokes that have his nostrils flaring.

“Suck a little harder,” he instructs, breath heavy in his throat when you obey him almost instantly. “Yeah… like that, fuck.”

A giggle escapes your lips when he reaches back to brace his free hand against his dresser, and he stiffens at the sensation. Your nails lightly dig into his thigh, and he lets out another choked moan.

You pull back on his cock, a string of spit connecting your flushed lower lip with the glistening crown. He hisses when you exhale, a soft wash of cool air over sensitive skin. “That feel good?”

He hums, lips pressed together. “Yeah… weird, but good.”

“Cosmo tip, number eight.” You grin and scrape your nails down his thighs. The firm muscles tighten, and his knuckles turn pale on the edge of the dresser.

“Do that,” he murmurs, “keep doin’ that.”

You repeat the scratch up and down his thighs, leaving red lines on tanned skin. Holding your breath, you relax your jaw to take him deeper, and he lets out a groan when he bumps the back of your throat. His hips jerk, and one hand leaves the dresser to curl into your hair, and he draws his hips back, holding your head in place for him to thrust into your mouth. You have to brace your knees against the floor, and you run teasing fingers up the backs of his thighs until you’re cupping his ass, feeling the firm muscle tense under your fingers.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunts. “Can you take it deeper?”

You nod your head slowly when he pauses long enough to let you, and he nudges a little closer, hissing air between his teeth when your nails bite into the flesh of his ass. He sinks just a bit deeper, until the head of his dick presses into the soft, wet flesh of your throat. You choke, and he pulls back to let you inhale a deep breath of air before thrusting in again. He lets out a growl when you swallow around him, and your hands press against his hips as he starts to pulse.

“Can I cum on you?” His cheeks flush a wild scarlet as he stares down at where your lips are stretched around his shaft. You manage another small nod, and he gives you one last pump before pulling back and stroking himself firmly. He tugs your head back, exposing the column of your throat, and lets out a feral growl as he finally explodes, thighs bunching and trembling as warm bursts of white spatter over your skin, dripping down over and between your tits.

“Goddamn,” you rasp when he finally settles, chest heaving as he steps back to lean against the dresser. “Why didn’t I blow you earlier?”

“I could ask the same question.” Sam helps you up off the floor and cups your face. “You okay?”

You smile as he bends low to press a kiss to your ruddy lips. “Yeah. You’re intense, I’ll give you that.”

He stares down at you, eyes still dark and lust-blown. “What can I say? I like it rough… can you handle it?”

“Yeah.” You trail an index finger over his lower lip. “I can handle it.”

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hogarthwrites · 3 years

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airport part 1

pairing: samuel drake/reader (m/f)

genre: smut

warnings: graphic sex, dirty talk, car sex, daddy kink

words: 1,819

summary:

You pick Sam up at the airport late at night. He missed you and has no patience. A collection of smut with Sam in different situations.

note:

Part one of my Sam smut series. The whole thing is here!! Enjoy!

You stood in the waiting area at the airport at 2:30 a.m., waiting for Sam. It was practically empty, save for the few airport employees and an elderly man. He hobbled over to where you were sitting.

“I'm waiting for my wife,” the old man smiled fondly. “She went to visit her sister in Brazil.”

“Are those flowers for her?” You gestured at the rather large bouquet in his arms.

“Yes, my Daisy loves daisies,” he chuckled. “Who are you waiting for at this time?”

“My…” What was Sam to you? Your business partner? Your boyfriend? The man you were sleeping with?

“My friend.”

“Must be a good friend for you to be waiting for them at this hour.”

You chuckled. In honesty, you thought about not picking Sam up at all and just asking him to get a cab, but if you were really being honest, you missed him and you couldn't wait to see him.

“Well, he means a lot to me,” you nodded.

At that moment, looking people started pouring out of the arrivals gate, and the man stood up excitedly.

“There's my Daisy!” He exclaimed.

An elderly woman wearing a floral dress under her gingham coat appeared from the gate. It was 2 a.m., but she had the reddest lipstick on and she looked more awake than everyone else. You watched as the old man walked up to her and kissed her as he gave her the bouquet.

It was sweet, and you imagined having that future with someone even for a moment. You weren't the marrying type, and Sam sure wasn't. Not that you were thinking about marrying him.

Not yet, anyway.

Sam finally came out of the gate. Thankfully, he didn't have a black eye this time, but he still looked exhausted.

“Sam!” You called out and he gave you a lopsided grin as he approached you. To your surprise, he dropped his duffel bag and hugged you.

“You're a sight for sore eyes.” His voice was soft and tired.

“Did you have a good trip?” You looked up at him.

“Yeah,” he shrugged

He leaned over and gave you a kiss. You couldn't help but kiss him back, your hands sliding from his chest to the fuzzy sherpa around his neck.

“God, I missed kissing you,” he muttered as he pulled away. “I don't know what you did but I just couldn't stop thinking about you.”

“Wow, you need sleep,” you laughed.

“What are you talking about?” Sam smiled. “I slept like a baby on that cramped seat.”

“Don't you miss Sully’s seaplane?”

“Hmm, but then I won't have the privilege of having you picking me up at the airport.”

“You're such a flirt.” You gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. “Come on, let's get to the car.”

Sam picked his bag up again and wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you walked out. The elderly man gave you a warm smile as you passed him and his wife.

The parking lot was kind of full when you parked earlier, but almost everyone had left and now it was empty and dark. You were glad Sam was with you because empty parking lots usually gave you anxiety.

“It's kinda cold,” you said as you fumbled for your keys. It was deep inside your bag and you cursed yourself for not putting it in a more accessible place.

“Here,” Sam took his jacket off. “You'll get cold.”

His jacket smelled like him. It was an earthy mix of nicotine and sweat, and you liked it. Without the jacket, he had a simple black t-shirt and jeans on.

“What about you?” You turned to him.

“I'll be fine,” Sam shrugged.

You put a hand on his cheek, feeling the stubble that had started to grow out. There was a tenderness in the way he looked at you as he leaned over and kissed you.

“What gives?” You laughed.

“What?” He leaned his forehead against yours, and you felt his hands on your waist.

“Why are you being so sweet? The beautiful strangers in Brazil didn't satisfy you?”

“Apparently not,” Sam kissed you again.

The kiss deepened and he pushed himself flush against you on the car. You sighed as his lips moved down your jaw to your neck.

You cried out as Sam left marks on your neck and collarbone. His hand slid under your skirt to your thigh and you pushed him away in surprise.

“Wait, now? Here?” You whispered.

“There's no one around,” Sam wrapped his arms around your waist again. “Besides, I just can't wait anymore, baby.”

His hands slid into your panties, his eyes dark as he looked into yours. You closed your eyes as you felt his finger on your clit, rubbing small circles.

“Did you miss me as much as I missed you?” Sam vigorously fingered you.

You nodded in reply, moaning softly.

“I really wanna hear you say it,” he pushed further. “Say it or I'll stop.”

His fingers slowed down and you whimpered.

“I-I missed you!”

You grabbed onto his shirt as Sam continued to finger you. He pushed against you again, kissing your neck. It was almost too much for you and you were gasping out his name as you came.

“That's my girl,” he had a smug look on his handsome face. “Do you wanna keep going?”

Your legs felt like jelly and you were still trying to catch your breath but you nodded. Sam took your hand and bent you over the hood of the car. It was cold, but Sam’s hands were warm when he lifted your skirt up and pulled your lacy white panties off.

His slid two fingers inside of you, stroking just the right spot.

“Oh baby,” you whimpered.

“You look so good with my fingers inside of you.”

He pumped his fingers faster until your legs were quivering again. You purred out his name over and over until the knot in your stomach released and you came again.

You flipped over on your back to pull Sam in and kiss him. His hands wrapped around your waist under his jacket. The tent in his pants was hard to ignore as he started grinding against you.

“Show me how much you missed me,” he said in your ear.

You hoped there weren't cameras around in that parking lot as you slid off the hood. Sam fumbled with his jeans and you helped him unzip it. His cock popped out and you started stroking his shaft.

“Like what you see?” You blinked up at him.

“Yeah, but I think you can make it just a little better.”

“Like...this?” You took his cock in your mouth, keeping eye contact with him as you sucked on the tip.

“Perfect.”

You moaned softly as you bobbed your head back and forth on his shaft and he grabbed a fistful of your hair. Your drool dripped on your chest as Sam continued to fuck your mouth.

“God, you're beautiful,” Sam groaned.

He pulled away and you squealed as he pulled you up on the hood.

When he kissed you again, you bit his lip, earning a gentle slap on your ass. His cock was poking at your entrance, and Sam pushed you back on the hood while you lay there with your legs spread out.

“Ready?” He gently cupped your cheek.

“Please,” you nodded.

Sam intertwined his fingers with yours as he pushed inside you. He groaned at the sensation that he missed the last few weeks and it didn't take him long before he was pounding into you.

“Oh, Sam! I missed you so much!” You cried out. You wanted to touch his face or grab onto his hair, but he had your hands pinned down against the metal of the car.

“I couldn't stop thinking about you,” he panted. “Your voice, your face, the way you feel. God, baby, you're so fucking sexy.”

Sam was desperate to cum as you were, and he knew he had to be fast in case someone walked by or decided to park in a dark, empty lot. His hands moved to lift your shirt up over your chest and he grabbed your breasts.

“Yeah, that's it, daddy,” you purred. The pressure in your stomach was building up again and the faster Sam moved his hips, the more you could feel yourself get closer to climax.

“Cum for me, princess,” he coaxed. “You're so good.”

He pulled out entirely and roughly thrust back inside of you. In that instant, you came undone. There were stars in your eyes and you weren't sure if they were from your third orgasm or if they were the stars in the sky behind Sam.

Sam threw his head back and groaned deeply as he gave one last thrust deep inside of you. The warm liquid slid down your ass and you hummed in delight.

He kissed you one last time then you fixed yourself up and got into the car as if nothing had happened. Sam made some conversation, asking you what you've been up to and telling you about how beautiful Brazil was. It was usually like this after you had sex with him, but you felt a little confused because he was so sweet before all that happened.

You glanced over at Sam who had drifted off, wondering what he actually felt about you. He got into your pants more than you could remember, but can only count on one hand the times he'd cuddled you and spent the night over.

You stopped in front of Sam’s apartment and gently woke him up.

“Hey, we’re here,” you said softly.

“How long was I out?” He yawned.

“Not too long.”

“You going home?”

“I think so.”

“Stay the night,” Sam took your hand in his.

“I don’t know. I think you should get some rest tonight.”

“Who said I won’t get any sleep?”

“I don’t wanna disturb you…”

You closed your eyes as Sam leaned over to kiss you softly.

“You won’t.” His voice was low and he looked at you with such fondness that it caught you off guard. “Please stay.”

“As long as you promise you’ll sleep.”

“I promise,” he made a little cross on his heart, making you laugh.

Sam had dropped his duffel bag near the door, kicked off his boots, and crashed onto the mattress on the floor. You weren’t sure if he’d passed out yet, but you locked the door behind you and shrugged his jacket off before crawling in next to him. His arms instantly wrapped around you.

He was warm and his sheets smelled like fresh laundry. If you weren’t already sleepy, you instantly felt your eyelids get heavy and you didn’t want anything more than to just drift off. Sam kissed the top of your head as you snuggled into him.

“Thanks for picking me up,” he whispered.

#sam drake x reader #sam drake smut #sam drake #samuel drake #fanfic #i only write smut tbh

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anon-e-miss · 3 years

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Jazz is going prepared to go journey for searching dryad's brother. will the twins coming with them? but punch has to take care of them

They slipped from the Dead End in the cover of darkness. Just across the border, the caravan waited. Ori had already prepared Jazz’s genitors for their secret cargo. Everything would be ready. Smuggling was not a new trick for Rumbler and Sprocket. Most of the caravans had dabbled in it here and there. There could be more shanix in it than the legal trade. No one paid tax on the credits that changed servos when you snug mechanisms or illegal goods across the border. Jazz thought his genitors had a more experienced servo than most. Straxis no longer send goons into the Dead End to confirm his hostages remained. Jazz had been able to go on his runs without detection for stellar-cycles. The way the Dead End was overcrowded, with habs stacked on habs, the goons would rightly think of themselves a target for the poor and frustrated residents. That was fair, they were a target. Swindle’s goons had been the law in the Dead End for a while now. Jazz wondered if Straxis even realized he had been deposed as the true power.

Rumbler appeared on the top of a dune. They spoke via chirolinguisitics. No one “said” a glyph. The mechlings did not stir, deep in recharge as they were. That was not an accident. Silence was of the utmost importance right now, they could make all the noise they wanted once they were deep in the Wastes. A load of duratanium hid the smuggling box set into the trailer. The team of machadron that would haul it across the desert was corralled nearby, leaving the hidden door accessible. Sprocket left the machadron and joined his brother to dare only the briefest of embraces with their sparkmate and creation. Jazz excited and terrified. If this worked, he would never come back to Staniz. His creations would never step ped back in the city. The Wastes bordered many states. They could buy a stake on another trade route if they played their cards right.

“I know it’s a lil cramped,” Jazz said to Prowl after the door was sealed behind them. The floor was covered in blankets. It was as comfortable as it could be. It was tight. There was no way of stretching out without touching. “Once we can drop the load, it’ll be more comfortable.”

“It is fine,” Prowl said, he sat back against wall with Bluestreak cradled in his arms.

Strings of crystals looped around his ankles, wrists and neck. He wore a crystal crown, balanced over his chevron, that bit was at Sunstreaker’s insistence. They were already dimming. The form stayed in was the blandest he had. If Jazz did not know he was anything but a normal Praxian, he would not guess it. Ori had already stashed a few bushes amongst the caravan’s cargo. Jazz could only hope it would be enough to get them to the oasis at Doradus where they would replenish their stock. If it was not enough, Jazz did not know what he would do. The idea that Prowl and Bluestreak could fade before his optics was a living memory purge. He would do everything in his power and beyond to prevent it.

They dozed through the last joors of the dark-cycle. With the light-cycle came the last preparations before the caravan set back into the desert. Through the speaker hidden high on the wall, Jazz heard Sprocket hooking the ornery beasts of burden to the trailer. He relaxed, but it was short-lived. Across from him, Prowl went sickeningly pale as they heard the same voices. Jazz squeezed Prowl’s ankle as he dropped a blade from its sheath in his arm, knowing full well his origin had done the same. As Prowl shivered with fear, Jazz urged the Twins over to him. They cuddled up with Prowl as their genitor and grandorigin slipped into position.

“Ya know ya ain’t welcome in my caravan,” Rumbler’s voice growled.

“I’m just here on a matter of business,” Swindle’s slick prattle earned him a derisive sniff.

“Ya mean the business o’ payin’ me?” Rumbler asked. “Ya still owe me for the last shipment.”

“I paid...”

“Counterfeit don’t count.”

“You listen...” Onslaught’s snarl was silenced as the ground shook below them. The trailer rattled as the machadron roared and stomped.

“Pay what ya owe,” Rumbler said as the ground stilled. “Plus that interest I know ya like so much, ‘n we can talk next time. Happens ‘m full up. Straxis’ got the contract this time. I don’t got room for your scrap.”

“I don’t have goods,” Swindle said. His voice was higher. Fear or frustration, or both. The ground rumbled again and Swindle squeaked. “I’m looking to recover some of my own...”

“Poor bitlet,” Sprocket cackled. The Combaticons grumbled but again the ground trembled and silenced them again.

“Think ‘m gonna let ya poke ‘round Straxis’ cargo?” Rumbler sneered. “Ya must think ‘m stupid. I know how sticky yer digits are.”

“I resent that accusation!”

“Ya mean ya resemble it,” Rumbler countered. “Get outta my camp, Swindle. Don’t show yer face ‘til ya have my credits, less ya want me to feed ya to my Dweller.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

There was a scream, more than one, as the ground shook. Jazz knew the moment Arkus breached. He roared as he leapt from the desert sands. A screech of rotors told Jazz when Vortex took flight. The ground trembled again as the Dweller Rumbler had spent vorns training disappeared back underground. Swindle had no reason to suspect he had been played. He had no idea Meister was the product of this caravan. The most important lesson Punch had ever taught Jazz was to keep his function and his family well segregated. Swindle might yet turn up, though if he thought he could stalk Rumbler and Sprocket he was going to find himself led on a twisting, turning adventure until was hopelessly lost in the dunes.

Jazz slid his blade back into its sheath when the trailer started rolling. They had passed the first hurdle, hopefully, it would also prove to be the worst. His genitors had not transported a Praxian passenger across the desert, but they had hauled a load of palms to the oasis in Doradus to replace a glade that had been killed by some mysterious plague. It was possible the plague was just a desperate Dryad, or a Dryad had hitched a ride on one of the palms they transported. In any case, Doradus was the most sensible place to start the hunt for Smokescreen. Prowl remained worryingly pale. The crystals the Twins had strung for him were dull. Jazz was not the only one to notice. Ori called the mechlings over and opened a box of unstrung crystals and put them to work. Soon Prowl was draped in fresh crystals. Whether they really improved his colour or not, Jazz was not sure but the Dryad smiled at the Twins when they dressed him in his new finer. At the very least they helped his mood.

“We’re puttin’ down camp,” Rumbler declared before he opened the door, saving himself from getting stabbed by his mate or his creation.

“Looks like a new spot,” Punch observed, looking up at the sky, not at the ever changing dunes, when he stepped down from the trailer.

“Thought that pompous scrapheap was followin’, so we took them on a tour,” Rumbler explained. “Led ‘m into a Swarm’s nest. Outta keep’em outta our platin’.”

They were alone in the desert. The bulk of the caravan had taken off on route to Uraya with Straxis’ goods. It was not uncommon for pairs to split off for private deliveries, though it was not so common for them to split off so early. There was safety in numbers, but the fewer mechanisms knew of Prowl and Bluestreak, the better. Jazz trusted his progenitors and their secret weapon following along under their peds, to keep them safe. Jazz helped Prowl down from the trailer, and led him to the soft carpet set under the awning. The first sacrificial bush was brought over and Prowl placed his root crystal on its trunk. Soon his plating became crystalline as he took energy and comfort from the crystal and the desert.

“Thank you,” Prowl’s voice changed with his plating, taking on the ethereal ting of a crystal. Bluestreak changed to match his originator. When he giggled it had a similar bell-like clarity.

“We’re further out than we wanted to be after the first mega-cycle,” Jazz said as he looked up at the stars. “Gettin’ those afts off out tail took some tricks.”

“I hope the Swarm eat them slowly,” Prowl replied.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

While Sprocket put a sheepicron on a spit to roast, Rumbler used the exoskeleton to unload the trailer. He dragged the duratanium out of camp. The ground shook when Arkus poked his beak up and dragged the beams of metal underground. Somewhere below them, the beast had a nest. It was lined with offerings like this one. They knew from experience that the Dweller would not eat the beams, that was not the substance it lived on. Rather, the Dweller was an energy vampire. He had fed on the sheepicron Sprocket was now cooking. The thing had been a juvenile when Rumbler had found it. Whether it had been abandoned by its originator or orphaned had not mattered. Providing it with the energy it needed to feed had domesticated it and Arkus was now Rumbler’s loyal pet... more or less. They had never tested Arkus’ loyalty by withholding his fuel and they would not. Rumbler was not that stupid.

“I thought he was crazy adoptin’ that thing, but a Dweller’s a lot scarier than a hellhound,” Punch declared as he finished the edges of his weaving project. “‘N easier to keep fuelled.”

“It is ingenious,” Prowl said. “I did not think Vortex would fear anything.”

“Rumbler loves havin’ it rumblin’ under ped when the inspectors come ‘round,” Sprocket said, joining them on the carpet while the sheepicron cooked on the automatic spit. “Gets the machadron jumpy but keeps the inspections short and sweet.”

“Thank you for agreeing to transport us,” Prowl said. Cocked his helm to Punch.

“He asked, that’s enough. Thumbin’ our olfactory ridges at Swindle just sweetens the deal.”

“Grandtor, I wanna bounce!” Sideswipe exclaimed and he jumped into Sprocket’s lap.

“Just one bounce?” Sprocket asked, bouncing Sideswipe once on his knee.

“Lots of bounces! Sing the song.”

It was not long before Sunstreaker abandoned their grandori and the loom to demand a turn at bounching. Sprocket sang the silly tune over and over but never seemed to tire. Punch’s optics glowed with warmth, watching his sparkmate with their grandcreations. Taking turns became more palatable when Rumbler joined them. When one was bounced, the other was given a piggyback ride. Jazz delighted in watching. His attention was only pulled away when he heard sharp intake from Prowl and he turned to look. Prowl was holding a blanket, the very project that Punch had being finishing. There were tears in his optics as he thanked Punch for the gift. Jazz shuffled over to join them and watched Ori show Prowl how to swaddle Bluestreak.

“Beauty work as always, Ori,” Jazz said.

“Thank ya, Love,” Punch replied. He did not preen but he looked pleased.

“I swear I will not lose it,” Prowl promised, cradling his swaddle creation. Whatever else happened, where ever they left Prowl, Jazz got the distinct impression Ori was going to want to drop in to visit. What Punch said next, confirmed it.

“Don’t worry ‘bout that,” Punch said. “I’d make ‘m another.”

#dryad prowl #thief jazz #BAMF PUNCH #maccadams #anon-e-miss writes #ficlet

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peantbutter-honeycombs · 3 years

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The Hollowing Series: Part II

Title: The Boy and His Companion

Word count: 3,339

Characters: The 11th Doctor, Amy Pond, ocs

Warnings: Platonic fic not romantic.

Notes: Originally the story was going to be completely told from the point of Sophia but after a few drafts I decided it should follow Oliver. My college friend who sometimes beta reads my work used to hate the boy but now she likes him. He used to be mean and dismissive toward Sophia but clearly I changed things. Even I quite like his character now.

Speacial Thanks to @underskaro for beta reading this chapter. I know your busy and this really meant a lot to me. So thank so much.

Figured I tag @mirkwoodshewolf because they kindly edited the first chapter and I want them to know I finally got around to the second.

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The rain had ceased, leaving a heavy blanket of grey white on the hills. It hugged the rain-soaked ground, dancing around each of the kid’s heels. The late day fog controlled the landscape, making it blur in the same way as the opening credits of Mary Poppins.

The entire walk home, the two walked in silence. Oliver, in one hand, held the middle bar of the bright green trike. The metal was ice in his palm. He gripped the bar so tight his knuckles were turning a ghostly shade of white. He held Sophia’s hand in the other, though not nearly as tight. However, still tight enough to make the little girl uneasy.

Sophia would have “said” something if it wasn’t so woefully clear Oliver was cross. His soulful hickory eyes were hard as stone. Instead of their usual boyish spark, there lingered a disdainful flicker. She could swear he was muttering something bitter. Now and then she’d fear a foul word, he’d probably later scold himself for saying.

Whoooooooooo.

He stopped, eyes narrowing. He took a deep, rather stiff breath and sharply exhaled through his nostrils. Adrenaline surged through his system so fast he felt it burn a path through his veins. He spun around, pulling Sophia behind him. Oliver had a glacially callous glare on his face, eyes fixed on the horizon.

The wind tore at the collar of his slicker, and his damp mess of blonde curls. Their surroundings were clouded, hidden, shrouded by the thick veil of fog. Oliver stood silently, the only sound coming from the ferocious flapping of his jacket. He scanned the stretch with the careful eye of a concerned mother.

The fog is not the mist. The fog is not the mist.

The second they arrived home, Oliver condemned Sophia to the time-out chair. She quietly settled in on the stool, positioned in the far corner of the dead end down stairs corridor, without protest. It was an older item. The hand carved mahogany always felt stiff on her bum. But she thought it better not to whine.

Oliver, he sat alone in the living room. A damp, worn out mess of a human being. He tiredly sunk into the couch. He ignored the clammy feeling of his rain-soaked clothes. He completely collapsed across the cushions. Every muscle in his body just surrendered to gravity. He could feel the tiredness pressing on his chest, weighing him down, draining his energy, exhausting his patience.

Why would she think?… Especially now. He rolled off his side onto his back and focused his eyes on the ceiling. She can’t just… Ugh!

He brought a pillow to his face and screamed.

The seconds ticked away into minutes; in the isolation of the sitting room, Oliver let the world around him fade into silence. The minutes ticked into half an hour; Sophia absentmindedly twiddled her thumbs, humming a familiar song in the back of her head; Oliver had been awake for sixteen hours. His consciousness was grasping at straws.

One sniff and Oliver’s eyes are open. He rolled on to his side. Immediately his face fell into irritation. Oliver locked eyes with a familiar pair mere inches from his face.

“I’m not done with timeout. Go back.”

Sophia blinked, processing the instructions she’d just been given. Her eyes darted around, searching his face for any traces of sarcasm or falsehood. Nothing.

Sophia lightly pecks his cheek in the sloppy little kid way. It left a little wet mark, one he’d wipe away once she’d left the room. Oliver chuckles softly, carefully bumping his forehead against Sophia’s. The little ginge giggled, stumbling back, whilst raising a palm to where her temple had been nudged.

“Ten minutes?”

Sophia nods and politely shuffles off.

The landscape blurred, clouded, the fog lingered hovering above the cool streams and the crowned hills. The brilliant greens and vibrant patches of rich wildflower were poking through the fleeting fog. Soon the sun would begin its descent. Lowering, lowering until it was nothing more than a single sliver of gold vanishing on the horizon.

Eyes closed, arms folded over his chest, which rhythmically rose and fell with each dozy intake of breath, Oliver laid quietly on the couch. The father clock at the top of the stairs ticked, the pendulum swung from side to side. Quarter till four, it read.

Sophia sat in her timeout chair, continuing to hum her melodic tune. In these moments of boredom with no toys to play, no stuffy to “talk” to and no Ollie to cling to, all Sophia could do was wait. She sighed, blowing up a long strand of hair that kept dipping, falling between her eyes.

Oliver stuck his head through the white Tudor arch way that separated the sitting room and entryway corridor. Sophia, having somehow positioned herself upside down on the small stool, gave the boy a dopey smile.

Oliver rolled his eyes, pulling at the fabric of his shirt.

“Hey Soph a loaf,” Oliver softly sing-songed, sitting against the wall directly beside the timeout spot. Being upside down, her auburn hair fell in waves suspended centimetres above the rough and stained planks. She was holding her shirt down, preventing it from exposing her stomach.

“You… Wanna make a pillow fort?”

The quiet of the house is shattered by Sophia, letting out a blaring squeal. In moments she somersaults off the bench, landing clumsily on the floor. She’s up on her feet in a heartbeat, bouncing, squealing, stomping.

Oliver chuckles lightly. “Sophia, Sophia, Sophia.”

Sophia poked her head through the arch at the call of her name.

Sophia whined, tilting her head as if to ask ‘what?’

“Nothing. Just… love you Soph a loaf. Lots and lots.”

The pillow fort took longer than expected, given that they both took the construction of fort building oh so seriously. They rushed through putting on their pjs, then moved on to making dinner. No one could tell them not to eat under the bedclothes.

“You can’t put peanut butter on grilled cheese!”

Just as it did every day, the sun set. The shadows of the trees and the aging building stretched up the hills, as the golden ball of orangish yellow began its descent.

Beneath navy blue blankets, patterned with rocket ships and sea creature stickers, sat the two children. Oliver had built much of the fort; Borrowing cushions, towels and blankets from around the house. While Sophia had eagerly decorated their cloth kingdom; twinkle lights, stickers, and scribbled drawings decorated the walls and ceilings.

“So her dad was killed-- Ow. By the same agent trying to recruit her?"

Cuddled firmly against his side was Sophia, her body glued against his similar to Double Pops. Every time she moved, her knees or feet would buck, nailing Oliver in the ribs or hip. He had an arm wrapped around her neck, functioning as both a pillow for her head, and one support for the tablet he was holding.

“That’s quite coinc-- Ow! Sophia!”

Sophia bit the edge of her lip, trying to contain her giggles. Her giggle was a violin playing the open string G (Sol), alluring and dulcet. Considering she burst into a mini giggle fit with each jab, Oliver’s face crumpled like a discarded wad of paper.

He could feel Sophia wiggling against him. Her legs squirmed in a boyishly wild fashion. Her knees curved, beating him in the ribs.

“Ow!" Oliver sat up.

“Okay.” He inhaled sharply. His body was stiff from high levels of irritation. Sophia calmed herself, gently curling her toes. Her brown eyes followed Oliver’s movements, becoming larger, curious.

“Sophia, do you have to use the toilet?”

Sophia drew in her lip. She bent her knees, so she grabbed her toes. She stared, thinking hard. He watched as her face became still, eyes blinking frenziedly. Within fifteen seconds, she nodded.

“Let’s go then.” He stood, helping Sophia up.

He crawled out of the fort’s entry tunnel, it was barely big enough for him to squeeze through. They’d run low on pillows, while building some part of the structure had to be sacrificed.

He heard the soft scuffling of sock padded feet against the old wooden floor. “Sophia?” He looked back over his shoulder, realising Sophia was making more noise than necessary.

“No! Soph, you’re not bringing a blanket to the loo.”

“We lay my love and I…” Oliver sang.

Oliver sat on the third step of the stairs. Beating his hands against his thighs. He was a child. His rigid posture had been replaced by a chill slouch. Sophia had taken her time correcting the blanket as she shifted. She was just now clambering out of the blanket fort.

“Beneath the weeping willow…”

Sophia shuffled past him into the next room, across the corridor from the sitting room. As she passed, Oliver gently took hold of the back of her shirt. Sophia backtracked, then turned on her heels to face him. Oliver had a focused look, his eyes fixated on the ginger like a surgeon during brain surgery.

“Sophia. Where are you going?” He asked.

Sophia wrinkled her nose, pointing in every direction. Oliver simply rolled his eyes.

“Then go find your sweater.” He instructed. Sophia points to the room she was headed toward. “No. It’s not in the drawing room. You left it in my room. Upstairs.”

Sophia let out a pout huff, making Oliver chuckle. She looked past him at the stairs, eyes narrowing to a thin line. Nonetheless, she began her slow ascent upwards. A downside of wooden stairs. If you’re not wearing shoes, instead socks, it's easy to slip. Her sock covered feet slipped and slid, making her ascent up the stairs look clumsy.

“One foot in front of the other.” Oliver teased. Sophia, her face only inches from his ear, blew a spitty raspberry. With the satisfying feeling of retaliation, Sophia pressed on.

“Remember to use the toilet.” Oliver reminded, wiping the flecks of spit from the side of his face.

Oliver patted his thighs and then stood. Standing rather motionless, in his sharp black and orange KTM Factory pyjamas, he distinguished himself amongst the rustic clutter of the foyer. After a moment of stillness, he leapt from the third step, landing on the floor with a hard thud. He resets himself, brushing a hand through his mop top of dirty honey blonde hair.

He wanders around the corridor, gently running his fingers across the wall, over the knickknacks and along the edges of the chair rail.

"But now alone I lie..." he quietly sang, “...And weep beside the tree...”

The house was old. Ancient. It looked like it had been plucked from an autumn-aphile's Pinterest board. Time had been kind to the country home. While the creepers crept along the worn grey cobbles, the inside was a monument to times long gone by.

Thump, thump, thump.

Sophia. She was moving around upstairs.

His mother was a collector. Her husband called her a hoarder. She called herself a dreamer. She was a traveller. When she had been young, before the children, she'd seen the world collecting baubles and knickknacks that now cluttered the home.

Thump, thu, thu, thum.

"Your feet aren't drums!"

A single overhanging lamp dimly illuminated the foyer, mirroring the glow of candle light. Their neighbour had once asked why they didn’t store all their tchotchkes away in the shed. Stacks of completed books left careless about rough wood carvings from around, antique finds nestled beneath blankets of dust, dried flowers, and colourful drawings from Oliver’s younger days.

Thump, thu, thu, thum.

The house, so full of things. Some would shudder at the chaos of it all, others would be queasy because of claustrophobia, and rest would be quietly fascinated.

Oliver stood himself in front of Credenza, pushed up against the left wall. He eyed the reflection staring at him through the distressed mirror mounted about mahogany sideboard.

He’d forgotten a lot rather recently. Thirteen. He’s thirteen. His eyes are a weak shade of brown, not like Sophia’s, the colour of almond coffee. His dirty blonde hair softly curled and tucked, just barely overhanging his sunken eyes.

Thump, thu, thu, thum.

“Singing ‘Oh willow waly’…” he sang, “… by the tree that weeps with me.”

Oliver retreated, leaning against the sloping stair posts. He checked the clock hanging above the front door. Four minutes had passed since Sophia had gone upstairs. Standing there with nothing to do but listen to the creaky footsteps from above.

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

“Singing—”

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

His nerves abandon him quickly. His breathing becomes shallow and erratic. He couldn’t hear his rapid breathing, the chaotic beat of his heart dominated. His fingers curl into a fist, nails piercing the tender skin of his palm.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

His eyes dart to the clock. 6:11.

It’s as if his hidden sixth or seventh sense activates. Every tick of the clock is a threat, every creak of a floorboard is a risk. His fingers twitched as he defensively moved toward the door. His body stiffens, trying to shut him down before he can reach the front door. He keeps moving.

His hands tremble and his skin becomes rough with goosebumps as he reaches towards the door handle grip.

No one knocks. No one could would.

He grips the handle tightly thumb pressed on the thumb-place, the metal would surely leave a mark on his palm. He finds it hard to swallow, lungs betraying him. Slowly he presses down on the thumb-place, pulling on the handle.

“Hello!”

Oliver’s blood ran cold. He tightened his jaw.

“You followed us?” Oliver murmured. His grip on the door handle tightened, to where he could feel the cool metal dig into his palm. Standing square, shoulders defensively strained back, he felt a knot forming in the back of his throat. Fear sat quietly, waiting like a vulture, ready to claim him.

“You followed us home?” His eyes darted to the Moors, where a small cloud of mist was slowly forming. He wasn’t quite scared. His eyes showed more of a wary concern. After all, he was all that stood between two mysterious strangers and his world.

“Yes. We did.” As he spoke, Oliver observed the Doctor with slight aversion. When he spoke, he’d move his hands about. A little unnerving. Still Oliver held his ground, preventing the Doctor, still a stranger, from entering his home. “We have some questions…”

“Questions?”

Thump, thump, thump.

That’s when Oliver jumps. A pump of adrenaline surged through his system almost triggering his flight or fight instinct. Without his support “system”, it would have been flight. Oliver shook his head, pushing down his panic.

Thump, thump, thump.

He was the barrier between his world and trespassers. A wave of boldness washed through him, demanding he be bold and shielding. However, a light gust of embarrassment from his jump made his cheeks glow.

“You-- you have questions?” he stammered.

The Doctor seemed to take this as an invitation. He moved to enter the cobblestone house. Oliver slammed a hand across to the other side of the door frame, so he couldn’t enter.

The Doctor’s brows pressed together, his shoulders slumped, and his mouth hung slightly open and loose. His expression gave way to his confusion. A hard stone glare carved into Oliver’s tired eyes. A warning. The doctor took heed and took a careful step back.

His lighthearted manner returned within seconds.

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. I’m the Doctor, this is my friend Amy. What’s your name?” He asked as he extended a hand out for Oliver.

Oliver shook his head, smiling a little, as he gently pushed the Doctor’s hand down and said.

“Can’t tell you that.”

“Why not?”

Just because someone introduces themselves, they aren’t any less of a stranger. Though most of what he observed of the Doctor seemed safe, suspicion and caution still governed his mind. He’d be more trusting in different circumstances. But there weren’t many people worth trusting, at least not anymore.

“You’re still a stranger.”

The Doctor nods, scratching at his chin. “Fair enough.” Something about the grown man’s cluelessness. The right corner of Oliver’s lip twitched, threatening to curve upward. He started gesticulating again, moving his hands about as he spoke. “Answer me this then where is everyone else?”

His brain stuttered for a moment, his face fell, and the blood drained from his face, leaving him as pale as a sheet. He recomposed himself, adopting a more stoic expression.

“Home,” his tone was cold, cold as ice.

“Home?”

The Doctor observes Oliver’s shift in manner with calculative eyes. He leans back, arching a brow. Oliver only nods in response. However, he could see it. The Doctor could see it, the fear trying to hide in the corners of the blonde child’s eyes.

He’d figure that out later, for now…

“Tell me, why should we be wary of the mist?”

Oliver scratched the back of his head. His eyes struggled to focus on one point. Again, they settled on the Moors. His stomach twisted and sunk with his nerves, as he gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly, wrapping it around his hand.

“Hard to see, you could get lost.”

The Doctor squatted, so that his eyes were level with Oliver’s. He carefully studied Oliver’s face as he lowered his mouth. He went to speak, but Amy, she spoke first.

“Have people gotten lost?”

Thud.

This time his muscles become tense. “I-- I better get inside,” he stammered, gesturing with a thumb over his shoulder. His unsettled eyes shift down to the ground, avoiding the watchful looks of the Doctor and his companion. Oliver cleared his throat and then croaked out.

“You should get back home, before it’s too late.”

Without another word, he shut the door, leaving the Doctor and Amy in the chill of dusk.

Oliver was silent as he fell back against the front door. The tick of the grandfather clock at the top of the stairs felt louder than before. As the full realisation of his conversation sank in, he ran his hands down his face. A loud groan of frustration flowed past his lips.

It’s foolish to trust, he reminded himself, for no one knows what the mist does hide.

A small whine snapped him out of his stupor. He immediately stood. Sophia stood one step from the top of the stairs. She wore a puzzled expression. Oliver rolled his eyes, his brows creased, and he put on a fake smile.

“It was no one,” he lied, dismissively waving a hand in the air. Sophia’s eyes narrowed. “It was no one Sophia, leave it alone.” He insisted, trying to laugh the matter off.

“Now, I have some work to finish.” He said as he moved toward the drawing room. As far as he was concerned, the matter of who was at the door was finished. His mouth twitched into a genuine smile, and his tone softened. “If you’d like, you can color at the desk while I work.”

Sophia shook her head, gesturing with an arm toward the entire upstairs. “No? Just going to play in the upstairs?” He asked. She nodded, making her ginger tresses bounce. “By yourself? Are you sure?” The way her one dimple crinkled, the shifting of her freckles, gave him his answer.

“Fine, have fun, bed in an hour.” Oliver brushed his fingers through his hair, strolling into the drawing room.

Sophia brought a hand to her mouth, then blew him a sloppy kiss. Hearing the noise of the peck from the other side of the archway, Oliver bent an arm back through the doorway to catch it. He cast his head back through the opening, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Love you too Soph a loaf. Lots and lots.” he gently laughed. “You be good,” he reminded moving into the drawing room.

“And Sophia,” His tone became serious, and resigned. “Let's stay out of the master room.”

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