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𖥔 indicates smut

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By ☁︎☽ Cocoa ☁︎☽ @cocoamoonmalfoy @darksideofthecocoamoon

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐘 | Eivor Varinsdóttir x fem!reader

you and Eivor are led to a good portent down a fantastical path

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 | Eivor Varinsdóttir x reader

someday, I won’t have to feel the cold but I do now, so I’ll know what it feels like when I feel fire

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 | Eivor Varinsdóttir x black!fem!reader

when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold, dark earth no grave can hold my body down I’ll crawl home to her

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | guard!Eivor Varinsdóttir x princess!black!Reader

oh, you remind me of someone I once knew maybe I’m crazy, but it’s hard to ignore you and I can’t wrap my head around it but it feels, oh like I loved you before

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 | modern!Laurie Laurence x black!reader

a game of truth or dare and only one bed coaxes two best friends closer to angsty realizations

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 | dark!Eivor Varinsdóttir X black reader

𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | dark!Paul Atreides x reader

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋 | dark!Laurie Laurence x reader

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 | Taylor Russell x black!reader

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘'𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | Paulette Atreides x black!reader (modern au)

you should see their face when they finally realize that she plays with the boys but she comes home to me

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 | soft!dark!Eivor Varinsdóttir x black!noble!reader

Caught trying to run away from home too many times, Eivor uses unorthodox means to get you to stay put. And maybe takes advantage of that.

By 𖠰 Nat 𖠰 @the-iceni-bitch

𝐍𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 | natasha romanoff x plus!sized fem!reader

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 | carol danvers x fem!reader

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 | jake jensen x fem!reader

𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 | ransom drysdale x reader

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 | ransom drysdale x reader

𝐈'𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | curtis everett x reader

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 | steve rogers x reader

𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 | natasha romanoff x plus!sized fem!reader

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 | curtis everett x reader

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐈𝐍𝐆 | ari levinson x reader

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄 | johnny storm x fem!reader

𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 | andy barber x reader

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 | ransom drysdale x reader

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐄

barista of the month - get to know Nat

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 | professional tight end!Ari Levinson x pop superstar!fem reader

You and Ari bring in the holiday season with your own special celebration.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 | ex!carol danvers x fem!reader

Christmas never felt so blue.

𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 | jake jensen x ransom drysdale

Ransom doesn’t want to go, but he can’t stay.

By ❥ Courtney ❥ @chasingmidnights

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 | steve rogers

We all know the story of Little Red Riding Hood, or do we?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆 | nick fowler

Urban legend or portal to another world? 

𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 | reader

A story on your tragic ending.

'𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 | roughneck!ari levinson x reader

You arrive at the Jupiter and you can already tell this crew is in rough shape just by looking at them. You just hope they take you seriously enough.

By ☆ Stella ☆ @a-lumos-in-the-nox

𝐏𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄𝐒 | Neville Longbottom x OC Professor

Ruby asks Neville for help with an enchanted puzzle she found

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍 | Neville Longbottom x OC Professor

McGonagall puts into plan a new way for students to engage in their learning by mixing subjects together

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 | Neville Longbottom x OC Professor

Neville gets his heart broken.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 | Neville Longbottom x OC Professor

4 Professors, 10 students All left over for the holidays at Hogwarts.

𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 | Neville Longbottom x OC Professor

Flitwick passes the baton to Ruby; Neville finally figures out his feelings.

By ☪︎ Gina ☪︎ @slvttyfied

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 - 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 |

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 - 𝐒𝐈𝐗 | chef!ari levinson x chef!black/f!reader (jolie fitzgerald)

cause baby I can build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me. And every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream

By ⚘ Akane ⚘ @haravath0t

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐓 | neuvilette x reader

in which you and neuvillette can finally have some alone time…except melusines are really eager about these concepts of “presents”.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒: 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 | nanami x reader

nanami comes from work frustrated, too annoyed by the recent increase of missions. somehow, he knows what to do once your pretty face greets him as he walks through the door.

By ✬ Astro ✬ @eulalielatibule

𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐖-𝐑𝐀𝐇 | Wanda Maximoff (Mistress) x Black Cat!Hybrid!Reader (Kitten)

You and Wanda celebrate Hanukkah together.

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄-𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 | Soft!Roommate!Ransom x Fem!Reader

You bring your roommate, Ransom, to your family's Christmas celebration.

By ⁂ Kendra ⁂ @galatially

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 | orpheus!pietro maximoff x eurydice!black!reader

she was my sun, my moon, the flesh i never shed; families grow and blend together more often than not

By 𐀔 Alex 𐀔 @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy

𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋 | loki laufeyson

In this rendition of Christmas Carol, Loki portrays Ebeneezer Scrooge, with his faithful clerk Bob Cratchit Tony Stark. When his partner from beyond the grave to warn him of a terrible fate, a Marvelous cast of spirits will show Loki the error of his ways.

𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 | bucky barnes

When (y/n) is invited home for Christmas, Bucky volunteers to play the role of “dutiful boyfriend” and to fend off questions from annoying relatives, especially her parents. All the while both of them harbor secret feelings for one another.

𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 | loki laufeyson

You've decided to spend Christmas alone this year, but someone is going to pay you a visit

By 𓆸 Rika 𓆸 @fushic0re

𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐗 | harry potter

yea you are my home, my home for all seasons. So come on, let’s go…

𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀

barista of the month - get to know Rika

𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 | mamaguro!reader x toji fushigoro

the sorcerer killer sure kills it at decorating cookies. 

𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐓 | dad!satoru gojo x reader

in which you and satoru finally have some alone time…except baby gojo is vigilantly watching for santa’s arrival.

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 | suguru geto x reader

in which trying on dresses for a holiday party turns into a dressing room quickie. 

By ✾ Annie ✾ @nekoannie-chan

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 | Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader

Steve feel lonely in Christmas until he found you.

By ⎈ Navy ⎈ @navybrat817

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader

Bucky wants to kiss you under the mistletoe, but it doesn't happen in the traditional sense.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒: 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 | Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Bucky reflects on the first night with his son home and puts his thoughts to paper.

𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 | Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

You want to look nice for the New Year's Eve party and Bucky doesn't want to share you with anyone else.

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Let me Keep You

AN: Mostly fluffy moments. Some angst. Yes some alluding to se-x. It has been far too long since I gave written for Sam. This is for @targaryenvampireslayer blind date challenge. First submission. Au given was Biker and quote will be in bold. All mistakes are my own. English isn't my first language so be kind. Alluding to a Dom/sub dynamics. Thanks to @firefly-graphics for the line divider.

The music wasn’t at an annoying level which you were thankful for as you walked up to Monica’s front door. This home party wasn’t something you had planned to attend this weekend. But since your fiancée Sam had been on the road longer than they had expected had you antsy. Knowing the rules of what happens on the road stays on the road.

But if being completely honest you trusted Sam. He has proved himself over the lenght of the relationship. He trusted and depened on you as well. The main concern will always be if he or any of the club had been injured or that the deal had done south which left communication to the back burner. So here you were coming to a party you had no business attending.

It will either be demise and salvation. Everything going on had you on edge. Which always lead you to go out and cause some mischief. Everything with the club has been a bit hectic. It all fell on Sam’s shoulders which meant he didn’t have as much quality time together. Of course, you tried to help as much as you could.

Between work and making sure everything back at home still ran smoothly the time you had left went to going to the club house to make sure everything was stocked and to control the club bunnies who decided to test the bonds between the bikers and their partners. Watching day in and out how Sam step into the shoes that the previous club president. Sure, as Vice President it was his to step into. But he also had to make sure that all the members would be behind him through thick and thin as a brotherhood.

Of course, Bucky had Sam’s back not just because he was rising to the rank of VP but as a brother. Bucky and Sarah had gotten married last spring. Since both Sam and Bucky were gone, it would benefit you and Sarah to be in one home since it was always easier to get out together if needed or just hunker down and wait out.

The vibrations in your back pocket had you reaching for your phone. The background picture was of you and Sam both back in Delacroix right after Bucky and Sarah’s wedding. On his parent’s boat smiling as the sun set. Sarah’s text message preview had you opening your phone.

Monica’s voice caught your attention as she came to the door. “Oh my God. You actually came to the party come in please.” The smile came easily as you walked into Monica’s house. “Yeah, it has been a while since we have partied together and there is no time like the present right?”

The house party was a lot crazier than you had anticipated. Sure, the music was lower but the shenanigans happening inside did not match. Honestly once you were in the kitchen grabbing a drink you wanted to tuck tail and go home.

But this was meant to allow you to take you mind off the sinking feeling in your chest that had been pressing down on you since Sam became president of the Avengers.

Your worry for the love your life needed to leave your mind. You needed and wanted to be strong for Sam. He had so much on his shoulders now. Adding your own intrusive thoughts to weigh him down wasn’t a option you wanted to give into.

With that in mind that had you pushing through your instincts and had you drinking enough to lull you into a false sense of safety.

It had been two hours since Sam came home. He went directly to his sister’s house. He wanted to see his nephews and sister sure. But he needed to see you. He was running off the high of everything turning out perfectly. Wanting to celebrate with the love of his life had him running on the edge of holding you close and wanting to lavish you with all the love he felt. As well as wanting to worship you so thoroughly that you couldn’t think straight for the next two days.

He had to hold back his own desires until he could get you home was becoming more and more agonizing as the distance to you was a few feet. Or so he thought.

The first thing he hears from his sister is that you had not made it home after work. She did know that you had been considering going to a house party of one of your coworkers. Honestly any other time there wouldn’t be any issues or concerns. But right now? There most certainly there was.

You were keeping him from you. All he wanted to do was to pull you close to him and to be lost to the world for the next week. But now not now he wanted no he needed to remind you why you followed the rules. How much you enjoyed being good for him.

As you took a seat on the now empty love seat. Feeling the vibration in your back pocket had you remembering the last message you had missed earlier. As the phone lit up so did the hair in the back of your neck. You were soo in trouble. You had missed Sam coming home.

Sarah had texted you to let you know that Bucky had called to let you know they were an hour out from being home. Looking at the time let a shiver run down your spine. It had been more than two hours since that message was sent.

A new message came in as you heard a commotion at the entrance of the house. Happy cheers and greetings as the words typed into your messages “You’re so in for it when we get home.” As you lifted your eyes from the screen of your phone you met the eyes of your beloved. His eyes played with an emotion you had seen before. The smirk that played on his lips had you clenching. Oh, you were so in for it. Being aware of everyone trying to calculate how fast it would take you to get out of the house.

His sweet smile and the tilt of his head had you jumping to your feet and walking backward as he sauntered forward. “What is wrong mon cher? Not going to come and greet me properly? I have missed you soo much.” The soft sonorousness of his voice made your stomach flutter as the warmth in your chest spread. All you gave him was a small smile before you turned and bolted for the back door yelling over your shoulders.

“Got to catch me first mon coeur”

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𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝙻𝚊𝚞𝚏𝚎𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚗

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗.

𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑.

Relationship: Loki Laufeyson x top!male reader

Words: ~1.5k

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m/m sex, unprotected anal sex), top male reader, bottom Loki, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: I am in love with bottom Loki, oh my fucking gaaaaaawd 😮‍💨

You were finishing your daily public audience when you heard the rush of wind through massive wings outside the castle window, letting yourself smile behind your goblet of wine when the dragon’s roar shook the stone walls and made the recalcitrant lord who was standing in front of you go pale.

“I trust you will have the levies brought to the capital post haste, Lord Jurgen,” your smile widened when he nodded at you, your posture relaxing slightly before you dismissed him. “Who else has a matter they wish for me to address?”

The rest of the day’s audience went through without incident, though it was a bit boring. It’s not as though any of your vassals would truly be able to bring conflict to you when one of the most powerful beings in the world was bound to you. As soon as your courtiers had dispersed you made your way to the passages below the mountain, taking a torch for yourself from a brace at the top of the stairs before beginning your journey to the bowels of the castle where your love made his lair.

You could hear him humming with happiness as you traveled lower and lower, the sound bringing a smile to your face. When you finally laid eyes on him he was still in his greater form, his green and golden scales glittering under the light as he slithered through the pile of riches he had acquired for himself and for your kingdom. He was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Every time you looked at him your breath caught in your throat and you wanted to give him everything he desired. And the knowledge that he reciprocated your feelings only made your devotion to him that much more intense.

Loki must have heard you approach, one of his bright green eyes opening and a smile splitting his face as he rolled to face you. His body began to shift and change as you gazed at each other, growing smaller and leaner as his skin smoothed over. As beautiful as he was in his greater form, he was just as beautiful in his human form, with thick black hair that fell in waves to his shoulders and perfect ivory skin that was offset by his startlingly green eyes. When he had to accompany you to court as your consort he appeared fully human, but alone with you he kept some of his reptilian traits. His horns still rose from his forehead and the ridges of his spine were more pronounced. His teeth were just a bit too sharp and scales were still present at his temples and shoulders and the jut of his hips. He preened as you enjoyed the sight of him, stretching his naked body on his mountain of gold and sighing as you strode towards him.

“The north gave its taxes up without issues then, my love?” You began to disrobe, continuing to smile warmly at him.

“They always do, my king,” Loki rose to his knees when you were standing in front of him, moaning into your mouth when you leaned down to kiss him as your fingers ran through his hair. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, love,” as soon as your tunic was gone you stretched your body over his, keeping your lips molded to his while he wrapped his legs around your waist. “It’s so cold without you.”

Loki gasped when you dragged your tongue along the column of his throat, rolling his hips up to meet yours and reaching between the two of you to begin undoing the laces of your breeches. His forked tongue slipped into your mouth and your grinned against his lips, cooing softly when he whimpered as your fingers wrapped around his cock.

“Should I just make you come like this, precious?” You leaned down to bite his ear when he tilted his head back and moaned as you began to stroke him slowly. “You’re so sensitive, I’m sure it would hardly take any time at all.”

“No, no please,” he gasped when you squeezed him right below his swollen tip, his back arching as he gave himself over to you. “I need you inside me, don’t tease.”

“Never,” you took a small vial of oil from your pocket and poured it all over your cock before lining yourself up with his quivering hole. “I’ll always give you what you need, my precious one.”

Loki groaned and his eyes fluttered as you pushed inside him, his claws dragging down your back until you were fully sheathed inside him. He was so warm inside it felt impossible, his muscles flexing and releasing around your length as he adjusted to your intrusion and panted into your ear. You kissed the hinge of his jaw when he started purring and rolling his body against yours, your own hands holding his narrow hips and digging into the soft flesh of his ass while you moved slowly within him.

Every noise he made was full of wanton delight, soft and lilting while his body writhed sensuously underneath you. His heels locked together at the small of your back when you drove even deeper, his head turning so he could nuzzle at your cheek and trace the shape of your ear with his tongue while you fucked him in long, smooth strokes. When you slid a hand up his body so you could tenderly hold his face he smiled at you, chasing after your lips when you leaned back with a desperate whine that made your chest feel warm. He got even warmer as your cock thrust against his prostate, his chest almost glowing as the low purrs of his pleasure vibrated through his entire body. The look in his eyes was full of intensity and passion as he gazed at you, a flush creeping over his pale cheeks as his long fingers trailed along the curve of your spine.

“Don’t stop,” Loki leaned up to capture your lips with his when his cock started to throb and leak where it was pressed between your stomachs. “Please don’t stop, my king. I want everything.”

“I know,” you rested your forehead against his and nudged his nose with yours, grinding your hips into him and groaning when you felt him clench around you. “My precious boy is so greedy. How I love to spoil you, though.”

“Oh yes,” his eyes fluttered closed when you began to thrust faster. “Yes, spoil me, please. I’m so greedy.”

“The greediest,” you began peppering kisses all over his face and pressed the hand that wasn’t cupping his cheek against the small of his back so his body was molded to yours. “Which is why I let you bathe in as much gold as you could ever desire. And why I fuck you every time you bat your beautiful eyes at me. And why I worship your precious cock. Because you deserve it, my love.”

Loki choked on his tongue and mewled when every muscle in his body drew tight, shuddering when he released and his hot, sticky cum shit all over your stomach as his cock twitched and throbbed. You cooed into his mouth while he tossed his head through his climax, gripping his hair and kissing him passionately as your hips started to thrust into him at an almost vicious pace. His hands scrabbled over your back as he struggled to catch his breath, every exhale leaving him in a soft whine that made you want to ruin him even more.

“Tell me you want it, precious,” you nipped at his bottom lip and growled when he clenched around you again. “Beg me for it.”

“Fill me, my king,” Loki gasped into your mouth and wriggled when you nuzzled his nose with your own. “Give me your seed. I want to be overflowing with it. I need it.”

You groaned as your balls pulled tight and your stomach clenched, crashing your lips against his while your climax overtook you and made your entire body shudder with your release. Loki whined when he felt your warm cum being pumped deep inside him, his inner muscles milking your cock as he let you fuck his mouth with your tongue. Even once you had ridden it out you stayed sheathed deep inside him, sagging against him and rolling so the two of you were laying face to face on his hoard as you caught your breath.

“Are you satisfied, my love?” You chuckled when he bit his lip and shook his head, letting him tuck his face into the crook of your shoulder while you wrapped your body around his. “Not to worry, precious. I’ve plenty more ways to spoil you.”

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𝕸𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖞

𝙾𝚛𝚌 𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜. 𝙲𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎.

𝙰𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜.

𝙰𝚕𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜.

Words: ~1.1k

Relationship: August Walker x princess!female reader

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (non-con, bondage, manhandling, cum marking), mean August, size difference, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: I love a bad boy so much and I’m not even a little bit sorry about it. If I’m going to hell, so be it.

August grinned as he walked through the horde’s camp, holding the head of his conquered foe high and roaring before tossing it to one of his clansmen and instructing them to boil it so he could add the skull to his collection. His blood was still up from the battle, and there was only one thing on his mind. He took a mug of grog from someone before throwing aside the flap to his tent and striding inside.

“Little princess!” August threw his head back and howled with laughter when you flailed against your bindings as soon as you saw him, taking a swig of grog before setting the tankard down and starting to remove his leathers. “Did you miss me, little one?”

“Fuck you!” You spat at him when he reached out to demeaningly pat your cheek.

“That’s rude language from such a pretty princess,” This time he slapped you, licking his tusks lasciviously when you gasped and shuddered. “I’m assuming this means you’re still rejecting my proposal.”

“Of course I’m rejecting it!” You thrashed even more, determined to get free from your bindings even though you had no luck in your attempts during the past few weeks of your captivity. “I’ll never be the mate of a filthy, murdering orc bastard!”

“Tsk, how disappointing,” the way you were writhing and squirming against your bindings was making him hard, as it always did, and it only got better when you screamed furiously as he began to undo his breeches. “It’s not as though you have many options, princess. I just killed another one of those suitors of yours who thought he could rescue you. His skull is going to look rather fine hanging around my neck with those of the other failures.”

That made your already fraught emotions sink even lower, but you were determined not to let him see you cry. There were now four different prince’s and their armies who had tried to take you back from the horde after they had pillaged your family’s kingdom. Every single one of them was dead, along with their armies, and you didn’t know how many more would make the attempt now that so many had been killed. A sense of dread started to settle over you at that thought, but you refused to be defeated. So you just continued to struggle against the ropes that bound you, glaring at him and ignoring the way your eyes stung with unshed tears.

“I fucking hate you,” you kept your eyes fixed on his face while he pulled out his massive cock and started to stroke it over your restrained body. “You’re disgusting and I’ll never be yours.”

“Your stubbornness only makes the fact that you’ll eventually break all the more delicious,” August snorted when you jerked away from him as he gave your head a condescending pat, slapping you instead as his fist kept moving over his cock. “You have no other choice, princess. I’m going to have you no matter what, it will go easier for you if you submit willingly.”

You just snarled at him, tired of telling him to fuck himself and deciding to just try to ignore him instead. It was difficult, though, especially when he gripped your face and forced you to watch as he stroked his cock over your squirming body. The worst thing was that you were getting wet as you kept struggling, and he could tell, a wicked grin spreading across his face when his precum started to drip on your already soiled gown.

August just grunted with annoyance when you pouted and closed your eyes, rolling his own before taking his hand off your face so he could yank at the ropes binding you until they were flung over one of the tent beams so you were suspended in midair.

“Stop, what are you doing?!” You shrieked when he shredded your gown so it fell off you in tatters and left you naked as you dangled in front of him. “You bastard! Put me down!”

“Always fucking complaining. You’re lucky I don’t decide to shut you up by skullfucking you, princess,” he chuckled when that made you finally fall silent as your eyes lit up with terror. “Don’t look so scared, like you don’t enjoy everything I do to you. Remember how messy you got when I broke you in?”

“Shut up… stop it!” You thrashed wildly when he shot his thick cum all over your stomach and thighs, screaming when he grabbed one of your legs and propped it on his shoulder so you were spread wide open for him. “Don’t you dare touch me!”

He ignored you, smearing his fingers through the thick mess he’d left all over before reaching between your legs so he could rub his seed all over your swollen pussy. His first smack caught you completely off guard, making you wail when his hand cracked against your quivering folds so hard you almost blacked out. But then he leaned down and kissed you and you were brought back to consciousness against your will, gagging at the taste of grog on his tongue while his hand started slapping your cunt over and over again.

His treatment was brutal, it always was, but still your body responded to him. You cried and choked on his tongue as his fingers struck your pussy at a brutal pace, hating that each time he smacked your sensitive flesh you gushed juices all over his hand and trembled from barely controlling your climax. You held out longer than you would have thought you’d be able to, but after twenty minutes there was nothing you could do. August grinned and spat into your mouth when you sobbed as you squirted everywhere, rubbing your raw and sore folds viciously while you spasmed through your climax. As soon as you were done he released his hold on the ropes and let you drop to the floor, laying on his bed of furs and picking up his tankard of grog again as he watched you whimper and squirm.

“When are you gonna admit how much you enjoy this shit, princess?” August nudged you with his foot to turn you over and chuckled when you whined. “If you can handle this you should be able to actually survive carrying my baby. Of course you will be much more comfortable if you’re not bound and restricted during your pregnancy. So why don’t you take the night to think about how much better your life will be if you actually accept a role as my mate instead of just a brood mare.”

You sobbed when he rose to his feet and pulled his breeches back on, leaving you alone in his tent to consider just how miserable you wanted your future to be.

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𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝?

Relationship: Ransom Drysdale x Jake Jensen (Gem and Blondie, NLLYL: Before)

Words: ~3.3k

Summary: Ransom doesn’t want to go, but he can’t stay.

Warnings: explicit language, brief mention of m/m sex, ANGST!!!! Angst, angst, angst, angst, angst, homophobia, implied use of the f-slur, dysfunctional family, so much self-hatred. 18+ ONLY (due to the AU)

A/N: You may have been expecting more Kinktober, but apparently it’s Angst-mas. Listen, all of us knew this was coming but that doesn’t make it hurt less. Just remember they both end up where they need to be and that I am so sorry for doing this to all of you 😭

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Ransom took another uncomfortable sip of beer and looked around at all of Jake’s family as he sat next to his boyfriend. It was weird, he was so used to dysfunction and drama that being around so many people who actually seemed happy to be related to each other made his skin crawl. He didn’t know how he was supposed to interact with these people. Even though Jake was sitting right next to him and holding his hand, he felt alone.

That didn’t stop him from smiling like he knew he should be. His thoughts may have been filled with anxiety but his WASP upbringing meant he could put on a good face no matter what. When Jake squeezed his hand he squeezed it back, beaming at his boyfriend even as he wondered at how he could possibly be a part of this man’s life when he was so colossally fucked up. He felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop in relation to him being a terrible person, and he hated it.

“Hey,” Jake’s smile dropped a little when he looked at Ransom’s face, his eyes full of concern which only made Ransom want to throw up. “Are you okay? I know Sam Adams is kind of basic beer, I can run to the store if you want something different.”

“No, I’m fine.” Ransom lied, smiling even wider to hopefully cover for the tightness in his throat. “Everything is great, your family is wonderful.”

Jake was about to say something else, he could tell, but fortunately Jake’s sister chose that moment to stand up with her husband. Her grin was huge and she was bouncing on her toes, and even with his anxiety Ransom couldn’t stop a chuckle when Jake started bouncing too. It took a few minutes for everything to die down and then she was finally able to get out the words she had apparently been holding back all night.

“We’re pregnant!!”

The uproar of pure joy was deafening, and it only got more intense when the sonogram was revealed. Every member of the Jensen clan started hugging each other, some of them even cried. Jake was one of the criers, running to his sister and dragging Ransom behind him until he wrapped her in an enormous bear hug.

Ransom felt a little better now that all the attention wasn’t on him as the boyfriend they’d never met before. Or at least he felt better until he heard the word “uncle” directed at him.

“What?” His mouth was suddenly very dry and his smile felt more forced than ever.

“You’re gonna be ‘Uncle Ransom’. Isn’t that exciting?” Jake’s sister beamed at him until Jake poked her in the arm, shaking her head but still keeping that jubilant smile on her face. “Or… you know, sorry. Mom!!”

The rest of the afternoon was a blur for Ransom. A happy, noisy, gut wrenching blur. He didn’t think he’d actually finished the beer he had been holding, and he was vaguely aware of people moving around him but nothing else registered. All he could think about was how fucking serious things were. Up to a certain point he had already been aware, but that was just with him and Jake. Jake’s entire apparently fantastic family had never entered his mind until that day, and he could not figure out how he was supposed to fit in with all of them. Especially as an uncle. The only uncle he’d known was Walt, and he was just awful. He couldn’t be around kids. He probably shouldn’t even be a part of any sort of functional family.

Before he knew it he and Jake were home. He hated the way his boyfriend was looking at him, like he wanted to stay so happy about his sister’s news but also could tell that Ransom was lost in his fucked up emotions. So he managed to put on a placating smile, ignoring the ache in his stomach and his racing pulse when he told Jake how happy he was about him getting to be a fun uncle. His freakout was saved for when he managed to get in the shower after Jake got ready for bed, sitting on the bottom of the tub and breathing painfully while the hot water washed over him and he tried not to feel like such an utter bastard. All night he obsessed about how he didn’t deserve the man he was sharing his bed with, and how much easier things would be if he could bring himself to either talk to Jake or just leave.

It was like that for the next two weeks. Ransom’s cheeks hurt from all the fake smiling and acting cheerful each night when he went to bed. The only time he seemed able to relax was when he and Jake were having sex, and even then he felt like he was being an asshole for trying to distract himself with his boyfriend’s body, so he tried not to do it unless Jake was adamant about it. He knew Jake could tell something was wrong, and as much as he loved the man for knowing that asking would just make Ransom more stubborn, he almost wished the blond would just do it. Maybe if he finally broke down things could get better.

But he didn’t really want to break down. Ransom knew himself, he wasn’t a man who thrived on deep and meaningful conversations. He couldn’t believe how grateful he was when he got an invitation to some boring party for Linda’s real estate firm. A year and a half without a word from his mother or anyone else in his family and all of a sudden he was invited to some fancy soirée out of the blue. Yeah, he hated his family, but he hated what he was feeling around Jake right now even more. He even considered just telling Jake he was going and then drinking himself to oblivion in some random hotel, but he did miss Harlan, and if the old man was going to be there, hopefully Ransom could get his grandfather to talk some sense into him.

“You’re sure you don’t want me to go, Gem?” Jake looked so earnest and sweet while he helped Ransom with his tie and it made him feel like the slimiest douche in the world. “I’m pretty charming. You could introduce me as your ‘roommate’.”

“I’m sure, Jake.” Ransom couldn’t even bring himself to call Jake by his nickname, he hated himself. “Trust me, aside from the food and the open bar, it’s going to suck massively.”

“Okay.” Jake leaned up to peck Ransom on the lips and he couldn’t stop himself from pulling the blond closer for just a moment. “Call me if you need a ride.”

Ransom promised he would, kissing Jake deeply for some unknown reason and looking into his eyes before saying goodbye. It felt painful and he couldn’t figure out why, like it was somehow more permanent and he wasn’t going to be home in just a few hours.

The hotel was sufficiently swanky for what he knew his mother’s expectations would be. He was even more glad that he hadn’t let Jake tag along, handing the valet the keys to that ancient jeep would have been especially awkward. There were so many blue bloods packed into the ballroom that Ransom could practically smell the old money, and he wasn’t impressed. While he was scowling and trying to get his bearings his mother found him, immediately making a stress headache begin behind his left eye.

“Hello Ransom.” God, he’d forgotten how fake the woman was. That smile was showing far too many teeth. “Thank you so much for coming. How have you been?”

“You’re really going to act like you care, mother?” Ransom let her embrace him since he didn’t feel like making a scene, but he hated every second of it. “Where’s Harlan?”

“Your grandfather wasn’t feeling his best so he’s resting at home.” Linda refused to let go of his arm when he stepped back. “But I’m very glad you’re here. There’s someone I want you to meet. This is Sloane Hargreaves.”

Linda gestured to a young woman who looked like every social climber’s wet dream, with eerily straight and white teeth and not a single blonde hair on her head out of place. She was attractive, but her eyes were sharp and cunning, like she was constantly assessing how she could maneuver a situation to her advantage. Everything about her presence put Ransom on edge, especially when she shook his hand and she let out a laugh that was just shy of shrill.

“Yeah, nice to meet you.” Ransom had to yank his hand away from her. Pretty or not she was freaking him out. “If Harlan isn’t I’m going to head home, Linda. There’s no reason for me to be here.”

“Nonsense. It’s not like you have someone to go home to.” Oh, he did not like the way Linda’s eyes glittered when she said that. “Be a gentleman and escort this lonely young lady for the night. What could it hurt?”

Aside from his patience he couldn’t come up with anything, so he just shrugged and let the bourgeois waif wind her arm through his. The way she was clinging to him didn’t help him relax at all, nor did the constant inane chatter. That combined with the cloud of Chanel No. 5 that hovered around her made his headache even worse. All he wanted was to go drink and forget about his fucked up family and the boyfriend to whom he was scared to commit.

He didn’t even know how long it had been before Sloane finally left him alone to go to the ladies room, but it was far too long. Ransom was on the far side of the room from the exit, but he still tried to make a break for it, cursing to himself under his breath when his mother intercepted him with that same, phony smile on her face.

“Now now, why are you rushing off so soon?” Linda sank her claws into his arm and steered him towards a secluded table. “I haven’t talked to you in so long and you’re already leaving.”

“Who’s fault is that?” He took the scotch she handed him and downed it in one gulp. “Why did you even bother inviting me here?”

“What, I can’t miss my son?” Linda scoffed when he just scowled at her, tapping her manicured nails against the tabletop with irritation. “Fine. Your grandfather has been talking about missing you quite a bit and is adamant about letting you back into the family. He’s gotten the idea in his head that you must have made something of yourself if you haven’t come back begging on your knees by now.”

“What’s the catch?” Ransom snorted when she tried to look coy. “C’mon, Linda. There’s no way you’d be thinking of letting me back in if there wasn’t something in it for you.”

“You’re too goddamn smart for your own good.” She muttered under her breath and shook her head before addressing him again. “I know, Ransom.”

“You know?” Ransom chuckled a few times before freezing when he saw the smug look on her face. “What do you know?”

“I know about your… god, I can’t even call it a job.” Linda sneered when Ransom seemed to shrink in on himself, leaning forward as she went in for the kill. “Not just a sex worker, but a sex worker for fa…”

“Stop.” If he had to hear that word come out of her mouth he would start crying, and he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. “Just stop.”

“You have your disgusting job, your piece of shit apartment, and that little boy toy you’ve been fooling around with.” She tutted when Ransom buried his face in his hands and groaned. “It’s ridiculous and uncouth. I’ll not have you parading your vulgar plaything around in front of the family or our friends.”

“They're not my friends, mother.” He felt like he was going to be sick. “He’s not a toy, I love him.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, no you don’t.” Linda sipped on her wine while she watched her son crumble in front of her without an ounce of sympathy. “You love money and being a damn pain in the ass, and as much fun as you might have introducing that fruit to society, I won’t have it. Break it off.”

“No.” Ransom shook his head and barely kept his feet as he tried to hold back a panic attack. “I don’t want to come back if I have to leave him.”

“Oh really?” She cocked her head as she gazed at him with those predatory eyes. “You come back and date that pretty, sweet blonde girl who was hanging on your arm all night and I’ll pay for everything.” When she saw Ransom go completely still she knew she had him. “I have a house all ready for you just a half an hour from Harlan’s, that gorgeous vintage BMW you always wanted, and you’ll get to be part of an important family again. All the parties, all the events, and status. Tell me you don’t want it.”

Ransom felt like the bottom just dropped out of his world. He couldn’t do this. He was a bastard but not that big of a bastard. But he was a bastard. He was dysfunctional and repressed. He was in love with Jake but he was terrified of what that meant. He didn’t know how he could possibly fit into that man’s life and make him as happy as he deserved, because Ransom knew that he didn’t deserve the happiness that Jake did. It could be better if he let him find his own way now, before he had the chance to hurt him even worse. Ransom should only be around assholes, he always knew it, the fact that he was considering this just confirmed it.

By the time he climbed into a cab to go back to the apartment he was drunk. Miserable and drunk. The pool of self pity he was wallowing in was so deep he couldn’t see the bottom. He couldn’t even find his keys, he had to have Jake buzz him up.

“Hi gem, how was it?” Jake turned around on the couch to greet him and his face immediately fell. “Oh Ransom…”

“I can’t… I can’t do this.” Ransom couldn’t bring himself to look at Jake, leaning against the wall and sinking to the floor as he buried his face in his hands. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh baby, no.” Jake jumped over the back of the couch and went to sit in front of Ransom on the floor. “Don’t apologize, you never have to apologize to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Me, I’m what’s wrong.” Ransom was choking on his words but was determined to not look like the terrified little boy he felt like. “I’m too fucked up for this. I’m too fucked up for you. I can’t give you what you want.”

“All I want is you, Ransom.” Jake reached out to him and flinched when Ransom recoiled. “Just you, that’s it.”

“No it isn’t. How the fuck could it be?” Ransom could hear the pain in Jake’s voice but couldn’t stop now. “You want the family outings and to be ‘uncle Jake’ and domestic bliss. I can’t do that shit, Jake. I can hardly be in the same room as kids, much less have any of my own.”

“Ran…” Jake saw the tears falling from Ransom’s eyes and he lost it, sobbing and gripping Ransom’s hand in spite of the man trying to pull away. “As long as we fucking talk to each other we can make it. You don’t have to do this. I know you feel like you fucking do because yes, your family is that fucked up, but you don’t. I’m here for you, for whatever you need. I love you.”

“I…” Ransom wanted to tell him he didn’t love him, but that was such a fucking lie it got caught in his throat. “I have to go, Jake. I need to leave. I should be back with my family.”

“I can be your family, Ransom.” Jake couldn’t stop himself from pulling Ransom close and wrapping his arms around him. “My family can be your family. You deserve to be loved, to have a family that cares about you. I promise Ransom, you deserve the world. Please believe me.”

“I… I can’t.” Ransom finally crumbled and wept as he embraced Jake in turn. “I’m sorry, I just can’t. I want to, but I can’t. Jake, I have to go back.”

“Ransom,” both of them were a mess but that didn’t stop Jake from kissing Ransom like he was his last breath of air. “I love you so much, goddamn it. I am not going to make you stay, but you should, you can. God, please fucking stay.”

Ransom kissed him back. It was desperate, full of longing and pain. He wished the world would end before the kiss would, but then he had to breathe and reality came crashing around him. His eyes met Jake’s again and he saw the last glimmer of hope die, and he hated himself for killing it.

“I love you, Jake Jensen.” Ransom kissed Jake’s forehead and rose to his feet, staggering towards the door so he could spend the night somewhere else where he wouldn’t have to see the suffering on the face of the man he loved. “But I don’t deserve you. You’ll find someone better, I know you will.”

“Ransom, fuck, just wait.” Jake ran after him and grabbed his wrist to turn him back around. “I’m not stopping you, and I’m not going to tell you that this isn’t the most painful thing anyone has ever put me through, but I’m not going to fucking hate you. You can try all you want, but I love you, I’ll always fucking love you, and all I want is for you to be happy. If it can’t be with me, it should be with someone amazing. Don’t let your family fuck you up any worse, okay?”

“Goddamn it, don’t be such a fucking grownup, Jake.” Ransom had to stop himself from kissing the man again, wrenching himself out of Jake’s grip and running a hand through his hair. “You can keep all my shit. You should forget my number. Goodbye.”

As soon as the door closed behind him he felt his heart freeze over, the sound of Jake’s muffled sobs washing over him as he called himself a cab and went down the stairs. He managed to keep it together for the next week, his face stony and his jaw clenched as he let his mother get him set up in the new house. He even went on a date with the daughter of the upper crust family Linda foisted on him, and Christ was she boring.

It wasn’t until he was moved in, the furniture still wrapped in plastic and a few boxes left to unpack, before he let himself grieve who he’d lost and what he had done to the man he loved, collapsing on the floor and sobbing violently as the moon rose through the trees surrounding his new home. Jake was wrong, he was an absolute and total bastard who deserved nothing but unending pain for the rest of his life. So he let himself feel it, determined to never let go of the anguish that he had brought on himself.

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 ���𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬… 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧. 𝐀𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒𝟏𝟔𝟔

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧-𝐂𝐨𝐧/𝐃𝐮𝐛-𝐂𝐨𝐧. 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐌 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠). 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 (𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤). 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟? 𝐃𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐬 (𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞). 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥. 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔!

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤!

𝐓𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 @suzs-fic-library 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 @flordeamatista 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐞!

“What do you mean, you’re taking your business elsewhere, Wilson?” 

“Just what I said, Barnes, I got better numbers and I don’t want to waste any more coin on you.” Sam Wilson sounded as smug as could be on the other end of the phone, oblivious to how Bucky’s head was thumping in rage, “Look, I appreciate what you did for my business in the early days, which is why I’ll obviously let you keep the five percent in the contract, you’ll be earning more than enough in profit, stop whining. This isn’t personal, it’s just business.”

“Just business, huh?” Bucky stubbed out his cigarette on his mahogany desk, uncaring of how his assistant would screech at him later about the mark, “It was Y/N, wasn’t it? She poached you away? You know there’s a clause to prevent that-”

“That clause expired eighteen months ago, you lying dirtbag,” Sam Wilson’s voice went cold, reminding Bucky that the man built his empire on more than just Bucky’s original investments, “You overplayed our friendship, and I don’t like being treated like a moron. You keep your five percent and leave it at that, or I’ll buy your ass out. Take it or leave it.”

Bucky could feel the vein in his forehead pulsing, but he was calm and collected as he responded with an even a voice as he could manage, 

“You know I could never turn down the profits you’ll be making, Wilson,” Bucky took a sip of his Lagavulin, “See you at the club this weekend?”

“Sure thing, Barnes.” Sam Wilson hung up, leaving Bucky to finish his drink slowly, before taking the crystal tumbler and throwing it against the wall.

You were going to pay for this.

Your heart still pounded against your ribcage, even hours later after the deal had been signed off, and it didn’t show signs of stopping anytime soon. You knew that doing what you were doing - taking your knowledge from what you’d learned at Bucky’s company in the years you’d worked there - and poaching Sam Wilson for your new business was a risky move, how could it not be? Technically everything you had done was good and legal, but there were always loopholes, there were always snags, and of course there was always the chance that Bucky could sue. You couldn’t afford that, your business would go under in five minutes flat.

You were full of more nervous energy than you could handle thinking about Bucky and all the things he could do to make your life hell now you had stolen his biggest and oldest client from under his nose. You’d worked for Bucky for over ten years, he’d shown you everything you knew now. You’d been one of his biggest money makers in the last five years when his business had really started to boom, you’d been with his company through everything. And yet now he was a certified millionaire, his business earning generational wealth kind of money, he hadn’t paid it forward, he hadn’t given you what you felt you’d deserved.

So you left, and you’d taken invaluable information with you.

You paced your apartment restlessly, beer in hand, takeout food forgotten on the counter, you were too wound up to eat, but your stomach cramped with pain after not eating all day for the same reasons. All throughout your four hour long meeting with Sam Wilson - at Slyvia’s no less - you’d been hungry, thirsty, desperate… but you couldn’t take your eyes off the ball, not for all that delicious soul food, and certainly not for the profit percentages you were offering Sam. You’d charmed him, you’d wooed him, you’d shown him all the ways that Bucky had screwed him over, hoping the mogul wouldn’t laugh you out of the restaurant - or worse - call Bucky to tell him what was happening and ruin your new venture before it had even begun.

When Sam had finally put his iPad down, when he’d made as many annotations and suggestions as he’d wanted, and when he’d smiled that megawatt smile and held out his hand to seal the deal, you’d almost burst into tears, but instead you’d laughed, and calmly clinked your glass against his. You were your own business owner now. You couldn’t act like the scared little girl you felt you were anymore.

You’d beaten Bucky. It was done.

And yet you couldn’t stop your mind from racing or your fingers from trembling.

You look at the food on your counter again, and then turn to your room, shaking your head. You can’t stay inside for one more minute, you rush to change into your gym clothes, and hurry out the door, hoping that a run would clear your head and let you calm down and enjoy your win.

 Even though you wore your headphones, you let the noise of Manhattan at night roll over you as you ran, it was like a kind of white noise after a while all that honking and shouting, voices on top of each other rolling and crashing like waves… slowly your anxiety falls away, your heart pounds due to exertion rather than stress, and you can think about how well you had done today without nausea churning in your gut. By the time you head back to your apartment you’re starving and actually ready for a shower and the now cold takeout food, maybe you’d call your friends to tell them what happened-

You’re opening your apartment door when a body slams you into it, pushing you through harshly and sending you to the floor on a grunt of shock. You turn around, skittering away as the door slams behind you, your heart in your mouth, 

“Bucky?!”

“You really should pay better attention, doll, I was following you for at least three blocks,” Bucky takes his jacket off, revealing a deep blue silk shirt underneath, “I was going to talk to you on the street, but I figured a nice, quiet space would be better.” He looks around your apartment in disgust, “Well. It’s quiet anyway.”

“What do you w-want?” You slowly stand on shaking legs, quietly furious that your voice is wavering, but too nervous to show any real anger at Bucky, “You can’t just-”

“You know, sweetheart, I never figured you would be a bitter ex after dumping you. I know I could’ve been nicer about it but shit happens.” Bucky takes a couple of steps closer to you, putting himself firmly between you and the door, “You should know me better though. You don’t fuck with a mans business, Y/N. Not without consequences.”

“You’re mad I stole your tactics, Bucky? You shouldn’t have let me go.” You go to walk around him, but Bucky blocks your path, “Get out of my way.”

“You put yourself in this position, doll, only you can get yourself out of it.” Bucky leans forward, his arm braces next to your head, pinning you against the wall, “I think I’m going to enjoy this next part.”

A spike of fear pulses through you, and you push against Bucky’s chest as hard as you can, moving him just enough that you slip past him, you head to the door-

Only for Bucky to grab your arm, and spin you around so you’re back in the same spot as you were before, except this time your face is pressed against the wall and Bucky pins you there with his body, 

“You’re quick, doll, quick to run, quick to steal, quick to fuck me over,” Bucky reaches around and covers your mouth as you go to yell, as his other hand snakes around your waist so he can grind against your ass, “I think I’ll show you how it feels to be fucked over, doll,” you squirm as he pushes his hand past the waistline of your leggings and the elastic of your underwear, and his cold index finger finds your clit and circles it idly, “God, I missed how good you feel- hey!” 

You kick your heel up behind you, just missing his balls, but at least his hand comes out of your pants- only for Bucky to drag them down past your hips and land a smack against your ass, 

“Bad fucking girl, I’m the one punishing you, remember? You want to fuck me, make me fall for you, whine at me, bitch at me, and then blame me for firing you? And steal my client, you fucking slut?” Bucky tears open your top as he speaks, leaving you in just your sports bra, you can taste a little blood in your mouth from how hard he’s holding your mouth closed, and you twist and turn your head, breathing heavily as he snaps open the clasp on your bra and pushes it up and over your breasts, 

“Bucky- w-wait-”

He stills immediately, his palm resting over your exposed breast, goosebumps erupt over your skin as his lips meet your ear… and you jerk your arms free, spinning to face him, you raise your arm to slap Bucky as hard as you can, but he grabs both your wrists before you can, pinning them to your stomach and pushing you back against the wall once more, 

“So we’re doing this then, huh?” Bucky grins devilishly, raising his free hand once more to cup your breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple softly, “You got pretty tits, for a thieving little whore, anyway.”

“Fuck you-!”

“Oh, that’s the plan, doll, I want my pound of flesh off of you, but first,” Bucky lifts your arms over your head, and pushes down so you fall to your knees, “I wanna fuck your throat raw. Can’t sweet talk your way into all my clients contracts if you can’t speak, can you?”

You clamp your jaw closed as tight as possible, pressing your lips together as Bucky undoes his pants one handed and pushes them down. He wears no underwear, he never has, you used to love that about him, back when the company was small and it was just you two and one or two others. The lust you and Bucky have for each other was never really sated, you’d tease and frustrate each other in the office as often as possible, until one of you would drag the other away to have quickies in the storage closet. His lack of underwear had made you feel special then, like he wanted as little barriers between you as possible. Now it was used against you in the worst way. Bucky tutted as he pushed his cock towards your face, rubbing the tip over your resolutely closed lips until you could taste the salt of his pre cum on them.

“Come on, doll, open up, you suck cock better than anyone else I’ve ever fucked, so suck it!” Bucky apparently gets tired of you refusing him, and he lets go of your wrists, swats away your feeble attempts to stand up and get away, and then he grabs you by the back of your neck and uses his other hand to cover your nose, “You really want to pass out rather than sucking me off like a good girl, Y/N? You piss me off and pass out, you’ll wake up to my cock in your ass. Open your whore mouth and I’ll make it good for you, I promise, doll, come on now…”

You don’t want to give him the satisfaction, but your mouth opens almost immediately on a gasp for breath, you meet Bucky’s crystal blue eyes, staring down at you, you almost see concern there, his free hand moves to cup your cheek as you catch your breath… and then he closes the gap once more, his grip leaving your face so he can grip the base of his cock and feed it into your open mouth on a groan, 

“Your lips were made for this, doll, I should’ve never let you go, fuck… maybe I’ll take you back to my place after this, huh? Keep you in my bed for good, spreader bar on your legs and arms tied to the fuckin’ headboard…” 

Bucky keeps up his darkly erotic threats as he keeps his promise and fucks your throat hard enough to hurt, both hands now engulf your skull so you can’t move. Tears stream down your face, you’re gripping onto the firm muscle of his things in a pointless attempt to keep Bucky at a distance, deliberately digging your nails into his skin in an attempt to inflict a little pain back on him-

Bucky grabs the back of your head and pulls it back so you’re looking up at him as he jerks his cock off over your face, “Open wide, Y/N, I wanna see you covered with me again.” 

You flinch as he comes over your face, the first ropes landing across your lips, your eyes, a little in your hair line. Bucky grunts as he comes, sounds that make your cunt throb involuntarily, and you lick up the last drops obediently as Bucky pushes his cock back past your lips,

“Good girl. You always looked the most perfect after I fucking ruined you.” Bucky brought you back to your feet, wiping his spend off of your cheek and bringing it down to your breasts, rubbing it into the skin gently, “You bring out the caveman in me, doll. I want my scent on you, keep Sam Wilson away from you once and for all.”

“I’m not-” you pull away again when Bucky starts rolling your nipples between his fingers, “it’s not about that, it’s business, you were the one who taught me that!”

Bucky pauses, his hand going to close gently around your throat, his thumb rubbing soothingly over the skin there before he backs you against the small table in your kitchen, 

“Maybe you’re right, maybe not. Maybe I’m just a possessive bastard who’s fucked off that you got one over on me.” Bucky’s lips brush against yours as he leans forwards, “Now I’m gonna teach you another lesson you’d better learn quick. My clients, my business, and my fucking woman all belong to me, you got that?” You don’t get a chance to answer as he presses his lips to yours, his tongue seeking entry immediately. You’re exhausted and sore, you don’t have the will to fight Bucky anymore, not when he’s kissing you like he would devour you if he could, not when he’s tilting your face to that angle that makes your head swim, and not when he starts pulling the rest of your torn and ruined clothing off of you and flinging it behind him until he’s left holding the remains of your top in his hands.

You’re too tired to fight when he uses the tattered cloth to bind your hands behind your back, just tight enough that you know you couldn’t get free if you wanted to, but not tight enough to hurt. Bucky pecks your lips, a smile back on his face as he steps away and looks at you, 

“There, now you can’t try and slap me again,” Bucky unbuttons his shirt, shrugging the silk off his shoulders carelessly before kicking his shoes off and swiftly pulling his pants down as well, leaving him as naked as you are. Your mouth waters involuntarily when you see his body. Bucky had always been beautifully built, but it looked like he’d put on some weight, that he’d been hitting the gym a little harder than usual… he was stunning, even as he advanced on you and put his hands on you as he wanted.

“Let me look at you, sweetheart, I’ve missed your cunt so much,” Bucky puts his thumb in your mouth, making you get it wet, before bringing it down to your clit, parting your lips so he can press directly on it in a way he knows drives you insane, “I should get a picture later, so I never have to miss it again, huh? I wonder if you’re still as tight as I remember…” Bucky and you groan together as he slides his middle finger slowly inside you, torturing you with how gentle he could be now he has you where he wants you. It’s maddening how good it feels as he fingers you slowly, his thumb rubbing circles so gently against your clit…

“Bucky…”

“Shhh, open up your legs wider, doll, I’ll put another finger in,” You do as you’re told, your heart pounds as you’re rewarded with Bucky’s index finger joining his middle finger inside you, “good girl, you’re so pretty like this, spread open and wet, waiting for me to fuck you like you like it… you haven’t fucked anyone else, have you? Your cunt is so tight, you’re gonna break my fingers off if I fuck you with a third finger…”

Bucky does anyway. It’s almost painful… it’s almost agony as your orgasm builds…

“Bad slut.” You yelp when Bucky pulls his fingers out and slaps against your clit, “I didn’t say you could come, did I? You’ll do that bouncing on my cock or not at all. Thieving whores don’t get to come all gentle like they earned it.” You struggle again when Bucky pulls you towards him, pulling away when he tries to kiss you again, but you’re unable to stop him when he spins you around and bends you over the table, the edge digging into your thighs and the surface cold enough a pained gasp leaves your lips, 

“Bucky, w-wait-”

Bucky stills, his palm warm against the cheek of your ass… 

“I’d steal Sam away again. I’ll steal all your goddamn clients for this!” You try to stand, but Bucky chuckles darkly, pushing you back down easily and spanking the cheek he was just caressing firmly enough that you feel bruises start to form against the front of your thighs as you’re shunted against the edge of the table, 

“You’ll be lucky to walk after I’m through with you, doll, and you’re mouthing off too much for someone who just swallowed my cum and almost came on my fingers, you really are a little slut for me, aren’t you?” You squirm as Bucky’s fingers slide back inside your cunt idly, and then squeak and try again to push away when he brings your slick and rubs against your back passage, “Stay fucking still, I’m just touching your cute ass, I’m not going to fuck you there, not yet anyway.” You open your mouth to start yelling, but Bucky lifts your right leg so your knee is on the table, leaving you wide open for Bucky as he sinks to his knees behind you, 

“You look good enough to eat like this… and I’m fucking starving.” You feel Bucky spreading you wide open, you barely have time to gasp before you feel his cool tongue push its way inside you, tongue fucking you like the starved man he says he is. Bucky tastes every inch of you, sucking on your clit, french kissing your cunt and laving at your back passage until you feel like you’re ready to beg him to let you come.

Which you can’t do. Not with any pride in you.

“You still taste like heaven, doll, let’s see if you still fuck like it too.”

That’s all the warning you get before Bucky stands and thrusts into you in one go.

You’re bound and helpless beneath Bucky as he takes his frustration out on your body, fucking you so relentlessly that you know you’re going to struggle to walk the following day. You feel bruises form on your throat as Bucky brings his hand around and closes it around your neck, your ass is definitely going to hurt as Bucky spanks and grabs at it as he fucks you, he tells you you’re his, you’re a slut, you’re the best fuck he’s ever had and he’s never letting you go again. You don’t bite down when he pushes his fingers back into your mouth, you can taste yourself on them and it just drives your insidious lust higher, especially when he brings them back down to your clit and rubs firmly, 

“Come all over me, I want to see you dripping after I’m done with you.”

Your orgasm hits as Bucky’s hold tightens on you. You’re as possessed by him as you’ve ever been, he fills you up as he grunts his second orgasm, and you couldn’t move if you wanted as Bucky follows through on his previous wish and takes a picture of your dripping and ruined cunt.

You don’t fight when your hands are unbound, and Bucky helps you into the bathroom to wash off, and then to your bed to sleep. Your brain is finally quiet, thanks to Bucky.

“Y/N? Wake up, doll.”

You try to open your eyes and groan in pain when you try to stretch. A hot bath was in your immediate future, maybe you’d get to use those lavender bath salts Bucky got you a few weeks ago…

You lean into the warm hand that caresses your cheek as you finally wake up, and you smile as you meet Bucky’s concerned gaze, 

“Hey.”

“Hey, doll. How’re you feeling?” Bucky kneels on the floor next to you, you notice that you’re wrapped up in bed, it’s still dark so you probably only had been passed out for less than an hour, and Bucky had clearly taken a shower and gotten changed into the grey sweatpants and white t-shirt you loved on him. His thumb brushes over your cheek, and you turn your head just enough to press a kiss to his palm, 

“Better. Thank you for…”

“I’m so proud of you for what you did with Sam today, sweetheart, you did that all by yourself, you don’t need to thank me for shit, okay?”

You huff out a laugh, but you do need to thank Bucky. After your meeting with Sam - the first major client meeting you’d ever had on your own - your mind had been racing, you thought you’d go crazy if you didn’t do something, so you’d called Bucky, and talked through your idea with him. Thankfully he’d been happy to talk the taboo kink through, he’d picked you up and taken you to his place where you’d thoroughly discussed scenarios, safe words, limits and boundaries.

And then he’d let you go home to wait for him.

“I couldn’t have gotten through today without you. I’m still kind of nervous about what happens next, but I know I can handle it now.”

“You could always handle it, doll, why do you think I let you go to start your own business?” Bucky grins, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, before standing and heading to the kitchen, “When our companies merge, everyone will be happy, and it will be entirely down to you and that genius brain of yours.” You smile at Bucky’s praise, and then hide under the covers when Bucky finds the takeout food, “Have you not eaten today, Y/N?!”

“I was too nervous, don’t be mad - ah!” The covers are pulled away, leaving you staring up at an angry looking Bucky, you glare right back, “We’re not playing games right now Bucky, you can stop acting like you’re going to force feed me, just heat it up and I’ll be there in a minute!” Bucky’s face softens as you tell him off, and he sits on the bed next to you, cupping your cheek in the gentle way that makes you melt.

You were precious to Bucky, he was precious to you.

“You sure you're okay? I thought that I maybe went too far a couple of times… you told me to wait and- and- I don’t ever want to scare you, doll. You’re why I am where I am. I want to be your supporter as well.”

Your heart cracks a little as Bucky admits what it cost him to do what you discussed - consensual non consent is tricky, but it was what you needed to deal with your stress and anxiety. You could only ever trust Bucky with something like this, and he proved how right you were by being everything you needed and then some,

“You’re perfect, Bucky, okay?” You reach up to grab his wrist, and then mirror his hold and cup his cheek, you shiver as his stubble brushes over your palm, “You did everything I asked, waited when I needed it, and if I’d asked you to stop I know you would’ve done. Thank you.” Bucky pulls you towards him and you kiss him deeply, happy and content with how your day went-

And then your stomach growls so Bucky gets up on a groan, “I’ll get that food ready, then I’ll run you a bath, maybe I’ll join you… if you’re not too sore, you can sit on my dick as I wash you, huh?”

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The universe must have divined this

Ladies first, baby, I insist

— Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

Summary: Paulette knows your boyfriend would have nothing on her

Pairing: modern!Paulette Atreides x black!reader

A/n: woo! More than 300 words!! Almost 1700 actually 😌 Also whoops I’m halfway through a sequel for this already 😅 anyway, Mrs. Steal Yo Girl is here and ready to queer. Minors, ageless and blank blogs, and serial-likers DNI or get blocked 😘

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Paulette climbed out of the back of the luxury car with a grimace on her painted lips that she couldn’t wipe off.

“Maybe try fixing your face before we see the Richeses?”

“I’ll fix it when I have to and not a moment sooner.”

Leto sighed as he buttoned his sports coat. “You’d think I’m making you wade through mud and grime for the next two hours.”

Her grimace deepened as the door to the restaurant opened for them, the attendant greeting the father-daughter duo with a warm but subdued welcome. “Worse; you’ll have me wade through bullshit.”

“Paulette.”

“I don’t understand why this is something I had to attend? You are far more suited to this. It’s no fun for me.”

“You love manipulating investors.”

“Yes, but I hate ass-kissing.”

Leto guided her with a hand at the middle of her back as the server led them to the more private dining area. “Ass-kissing can be just another type of manipulation if you do it right.”

Seated, she rolled dark green eyes. “Oh, please. I prefer cold intimidation and leveraging assets and declaring ultimatums.” Paulette continued as her and her father perused the wine list and made their selections; Paulette getting a glass of red for her while Leto ordered a bottle of white for the table. “Negotiation. Double-speak. Subversion. But baseless compliments? Schmoozing? Give me a break. It wouldn’t even look believable coming from me.”

“You could at least try.”

She hummed noncommittally as she took a sip of her red, sampling it and nodding to the waitstaff that it was acceptable. “I make no promises. Small talk makes me itch.”

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The elder Gentian Richese was a boulder of a man. He threw his weight around and was as dull as one too. His junior was at least easier on the eyes, more traces of his mother in him acting as saving graces. Though he wasn’t much sharper, he at least had manners and a likable personality. Gullible, easily led, and non-confrontational. See? Likable.

But trailing behind the two men, a pretty little thing caught Paulette’s eye. Gent Jr led you by the hand as you all wove through the tables to the private seating Paulette and Leto had already secured. She leaned forward a bit, sipping her wine as let her gaze travel up from your ankles, up the dress you wore, up to the pouty lips shiny with gloss and the timid doe eyes under long lashes.

Well, shit. Paulette just got 100% more interested in this meeting. And when your bambi eyes met hers, she could feel the catlike smirk stretching across her lips.

Oh you looked like a doll. And Paulette had a very sudden urge to play.

Gent pulled your chair out for you and your soft thank you sent a feathery curl in Paulette’s tummy. You hugged your jacket a little closer to yourself as he introduced you and Paulette didn’t hide the fact that she had yet to look away from you.

“That’s a pretty name. It’s lovely to meet you, Y/n.” She said, letting it flow off her tongue for the first time. She bit her lip as if to savor it, smiling at you. “A little chilly in here, isn’t it?”

You grinned shyly. “A bit.”

“Well, a glass of wine is sure to warm you up. Here, try mine.” Paulette moved her glass across the table to you. She could see her father give her an inquisitive raised brow from her peripherals, but ignored him. Thankfully Gentian Sr. began talking about whatever-the-fuck and he focused his attention on ass-kissing while Paulette kept her attention on you. Tentatively you reached for her glass and brought it to your lips, unsure but obedient. Oh, Paulette very much liked that.

The way your fingers held the stem, your chin tilting up to expose your throat as you sipped the wine, it all made Paulette wish she could’ve guided it to your lips instead. She watched your throat as you swallowed, watched your tongue chase a wayward ruby bead on your plump bottom lip with all the air of a pantheress.

“I-I like it.”

Precious. “Do you? Let’s get you one of these, then. It’s one from our vineyards actually. My preferred choice for pasta. Father has his own, as you see.” Paulette signaled to a waitperson and ordered another glass for you before you could stammer out that she didn’t have to do that. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s my pleasure. I’m very passionate about our selection. Do you drink wine typically?”

The meal continued that way, Paulette conversing mostly with you. And sure, the beginning started off as if she was vaguely endorsing their products, but it shifted slowly but surely into small talk and lighter topics. The wine, the weather, the menu and then the food that was presented. And Paulette would pepper in compliments and praise to you. “Your hair’s so gorgeous, do you do it yourself? What a lovely bracelet, can I see it closer? Stars, your skin is so soft, what do you use?” Easily passed off as girl talk but Paulette relished your soft voice getting a little warmer with the idle chitchat. Relished the silky skin of your wrists under her fingertips.

The men made a few attempts to bring her into their talk, but her answers were noticeably lackluster when addressing them, brightening only when she then directed the question towards you.

Fortunately, they eventually stopped trying. Unfortunately, the younger Gent talked with his hands.

Red sauce flung from his fork and landed on the sleeve of your jacket. Paulette’s lip turned up in distaste. What an oaf.

“Oh, sorry Y/n!” He apologized and you forced a smile as you took the jacket off, shivering a bit as you’re exposed to the cool air of the restaurant. “Here, take my jacket–.”

Paulette waved him off as she stood. “Mine goes better with her outfit. And we should take care of that before the stain sets. Come, sweetheart, I have something in my purse for that.”

She held out a hand to you and hesitantly you placed yours on her palm. She guided you from your seat with a grin, barely sparing the men a glance over her shoulder.

“We’ll be back soon.”

She didn't let go of your hand as she led you to the restroom. It was lavish, with a seating area and separate powder room. The sinks were set into smooth porcelain countertops that shined like mother of pearl.

“Sit.” Paulette instructed you and smiled privately to herself when you did what she said without hesitation. What a good girl you were. She took the stain-remover pen from her purse and coated the sauce spot like coloring with a magic marker. She glanced up at you, sitting pretty on the counter, your thighs drawing her eye as well as the way you bit your lip. She smirked. “Nervous?”

“Oh, um, a little I guess. Not that you’re unpleasant or scary or anything, but all this is just… a little beyond me.”

“How long have you… been with Gent?”

“Um, our fathers arranged us to meet a month ago. We have been on four dates since then.”

“Do you like him?”

“He’s… not terrible.”

Paulette snorted as she finished up your jacket, then shrugged off her own. “Wow, not terrible? He’s practically a Disney prince.” She delighted in the flustered way you pursed your lips, looking down at your shoes as your feet swung above the shiny floor. She circled her jacket around you, draping it over your shoulders. Then she tilted her head to the side, taking in the sight of you wearing something of hers, her hands still holding the lapels. She could kinda feel your heart beating just under her knuckles.

Another little grin spread across her face. “You know, I have this lip gloss that’ll look so good on you. Especially since yours is all gone from dinner.”

Paulette reached in her purse and pulled out a gloss. She stepped between your legs and placed her pinky finger under your chin, tilting your face up towards hers. She swiped the applicator over your full lips with unnecessary care and diligence. Your breathing was slow, deliberately so. The scent of your perfume wafted from your neck now that Paulette was close enough to smell it. But instead of trailing her fingers down your neck like she wanted, she pulled back just a bit, admiring her work and your pretty face in its entirety.

“There. Perfectly kissable.” Paulette smiled, syrupy sweet, and dropped it into your purse. “Keep it.”

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When dessert was savored and checks were “No, I insist!”-ed to death, Paulette was fighting a pout. On the one hand, she thanked her lucky stars that it was over. On the other, she was petulant about the possibility of not seeing you again.

As they waited on valets in the front of the restaurant, Paulette turned towards you.

“Let’s keep in touch,” she said, holding her hand out, palm outstretched and expectant. When you blinked at it a little surprised, she wiggled her fingers. “Come on! Plus, I want that jacket back. Give me your phone and we can coordinate a little… rendezvous.” She finished with an easy shrug.

“Okay,” you responded, placing your phone in her hand. She smiled triumphantly, taking the phone and entering her contact info (including her email and instagram handle) and also snapped a selfie for the contact photo. Paulette approved of her own sultry smirk at the camera, knowing you would see this face each time she called. Would she get to hear your flustered greeting every time she hit you up then? Oh, Paulette couldn’t wait.

“There. And I’m texting myself. Let me snap a pic so I’ll have one for you too.”

“Oh! If you insist,” you answered, fussing with your hair discreetly.

And if Paulette laid in her satin sheets that night, green eyes tracing and re-tracing the curve of your demure smile on her screen, it was no one’s business but her own.

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pairing: boudoir photographer!ari levinson x reader

concept: You're so pretty, I'm all yours

word count: 1.4k

warnings: new year feels, soft grey! reader, soft kisses, allusions to bj, 

a/n: daydream written for the @writerscafehub writer's cafe secret santa exchange. prompt: “Character is a photographer. Reader wants to do a boudoir photo shoot for Christmas.

I appreciate the love you both gave me when I first wrote the first draft and ideas in December @targaryenvampireslayer @navybrat817

lovely beta: @/navybrat817

line divider by the lovely @s-tarksintern / the cute gif and moodboard made by me

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It was an image of you that sparked my desire to see you.

It was impossible not to admire your own reflection as you gazed into the large vanity mirror. Expertly applied makeup highlights your attractive features, giving you an air of magic and allure. You hadn't felt this confident and energized in a long time.

Ultimately, today was the day she returned to you.

There is a charred, hollow space in your soul where the flame of your soul once burned fiercely. The time is now to reignite that flame and let it spread throughout your veins, consuming all doubts and fears.

It's time to reclaim yourself, step back into your true self, open your heart and let her back in. After years of waiting and walking through the dark, she is coming through the day and the time for hesitation is over. 

Set that flash ablaze and watch it turn into an inferno of passion and strength.

The silk robe draped smoothly over your body, providing comfort and a soft barrier as you prepared for the photo shoot. Often, a photo can convey a thousand words about a person, and your photos conveyed intensity and fierceness.

Little did you know, the man behind the camera would become the perfect match for your fiery energy. You had seen his work online, attracted by his talent and unique style. A face-to-face meeting with him, however, was a whole new experience. Your spine was tingling from his presence. The piercing blue of his eyes and the chiseled features only added to his allure. Billboards were the right place to advertise his face, not behind a camera. 

Faced with his blazing inferno, you couldn't help but feel like a mere flicker.

As the light from the camera engulfs your eyes, primal desires ignite in your mind.

The heat radiating from it beckons you closer, enticing you to grasp its alluring power and reach out and grasp it.

As you step toward the camera, your heart pounding with anticipation, you repeat like a manifesting prayer, "She will burn, she will be loved."

This new year brings you closer to achieving your deepest desires.

You breathe deeply as you step in front of the lens and release any inhibitions or doubts you may have. Hearing the air rush into and out of your body, you become aware of your own existence.

Now is your chance to shine without apologies or hesitation.

Embrace your true self and ignite it before Ari Levinson's eyes.

Feel the flames of passion and authenticity dancing within you, pleading to be released.

Making your own ambiance of beauty.

A sense of anticipation tingles your body as you lie on the crisp, white sheets. There's something unmistakably sexy and inviting about the way your legs are spread apart.

Your bare skin shivers as cool air blows over it, both excited and nervous.

Standing before you is someone who has witnessed your most intimate and sensual moments.

Through the eyes of his high-quality camera, he captures each curve and angle of you, gently guiding you so that you feel more at ease and desired.

Praise and compliments from him ignite desire within you.

He is telling you to move slightly to the left, so he can see your pretty eyes. With each shot he took, his flattery stoked the sparks of desire within.

You're so pretty, I'm all yours.

Ari emerged from behind the camera and slowly approached you, getting down on his knees in front of you. You held your position, trying to maintain composure as his fingers danced across your skin.

The tension in the room only grows as his intense gaze and heavy breathing intensify.

Inhale and exhale, you remind yourself as Ari's touch becomes more daring and electrifying. In the midst of all this intensity, he gently turns your face towards another light source.

More of this touch. It will make you want to burn with him and feel his touch. This time, more. 

Your mouth dropped open as he reverted to his vision.

An intense spark lit his cyan eyes, and he quickly grabbed his camera, eager to capture the raw emotion emanating from within you. Standing before him, you radiated fiery passion. With each click of the shutter, he immortalized your essence, capturing every detail, every surge of energy. The final click, the room reverberated with unbridled passion and boundless creativity as one, sealing the moment in time.

Your adoration grows in me, and I’m thrilled to be able to share mine with yours.  

When you look in the mirror, your lips, covered in a rich crimson lipstick, press together. You give the mirror an air kiss. A kiss to seal this moment. A moment that you achieved. 

She is getting what she was made to get on this very night.

Behind you as the sun sets, your lover now lies a peaceful state, his hands bound by metallic handcuffs under the low light. You move fluidly and seductively towards him with a mischievous twinkle in your eye. Your lips leave a trail of bold red kisses along his bare chest, each one expressing your passion and desire for him.

You are enthralled by his skin under your touch, igniting an inner fire that cannot be quenched. 

Yours.

It is a man who sees your vision and your vision sees him as your own.

An abrupt blinding light breaks through the darkness as he stirs from his slumber. Trying to adjust his blurry vision, he hears soft moans escape his lips. A sudden sense of urgency arises in him as he notices your piercing eyes and your body hovering over him. Seeing your fingers clatter against his belt, he weakly grunts and asks what you were doing. 

“Shhh. I'm just pleasuring my man," you declared boldly. "It's only moments ago that you were taking my pictures and now I'm fully taking you." 

You felt your breath tighten as you looked at him. Seeing his body under your touch was a release because this connection is real.

Curling your lips into a sensual smile, you knew his body was yours to possess.

After having been his muse during the photoshoot, now it was your turn to capture every inch of him.

The love you shared simmered between stolen glances and yearning gazes. You glide down his zipper as his eyes widen, unable to resist your intense pull towards him. 

In your arms, he belongs. 

Since that first snap with his camera captured your heart, he's yours entirely.

Our connection, strong and deep, breaking through.

Despite trying to contain his moans, they escaped as he gazed upon your completely naked and flawless form. The sensation of your fingers around him was stronger than any flash in the world. 

"You're mine," you declared, locking eyes with Ari in a passionate stare. "You belong to me, Ari Levinson. Only me. "I've been searching for you" With those words, you took him into your mouth, teasing him with your tongue and igniting a fire within him.

Despite trying to contain his moans, they escaped as he gazed at your completely naked and flawless form. The sensation of your fingers around him was stronger than any light in the world. 

"I'm yours," you said, locking eyes with Ari. "I belong to you, Ari Levinson. Only me. You've been searching for me, and now we have found each other." With those words, you took him into your mouth, teasing him with your tongue and igniting a fire within him.

You are Ari Levinson's perfect picture.

This flame is back, and let it spread throughout your veins as you go into the flare of flame, ultimately winning the light, consuming everything you touch.

Embracing each other, two souls seeking comfort found they were not themselves completely, until they descended into lust, an intense desire that devoured their muses.

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Morgan Family Reunion

Summary: Ruby takes Neville to meet her family in Louisiana.

Words: 2,783

Warnings: family reunion shenanigans

Ruby and Neville get on a bus and Ruby hands Neville a piece of candy.

"Chew it, so you dont get sick."

Neville looked at her confused. then the bus lurched and he almost hurled.

He threw the candy in his mouth and the sickness secede. The green bus drove along the street. Ruby was grinning looking out the window. She hadn't been home in a long time. Last time she was here her Dad had passed for his funeral. Funerals in Louisiana were never sad. They were celebrations of life of the person. The entire neighborhood of witches, wizards and non magic folk paraded down the street to the family plot. Ruby's mother had passed giving birth to her. So all she knew of her was her recipes, and pictures of her in all the albums Mama Gene had.

Mama Gene was her grandmother and matriarch of the Morgan's. She made the self cleaning brooms. Then her kids and grandkids took over adding their own twist on it & that's how the Morgan's became famous for 'self cleaning supplies' She was Ruby's favorite relative. Besides Margo and Rosalina. She raised Ruby along with her Dad and many cousins.

She's the one who taught her French when she was a little girl and taught her the Morgan family magic of familiars. Her familiar was a Bunny rabbit. Every child in the Morgan family had one till they were 11 and could go to magic school for protection.

Because unlike in other places Louisiana was very superstitious towards magic. Most of the time the non magic folk would leave the wizards alone but other times they'd go looking for trouble in the most magical parts of town and if a child with magic did something accidently. Their familiar made it look like a trick of the eye, or helped the kid escape trouble, sometimes they played tricks on the person just to get them to leave.

Ruby took a deep sigh reminiscing. It was winter it was kinda chilly but not like it was in Scotland. Ruby wore her black peacoat with gold buttons and underneath was a thermal with the reunion shirt on it was green this year. With a pair of her short boots and her travel pants which felt more like a pair of Neville's comfy pants. In fact it might have been a pair of his sweats.

Ruby felt his large hand slip into hers and rub his thumb across the back of her hand.

She smiled softly.

"I haven't been home in so long. Yet everything still is familiar as if i never left." Ruby told.

"Are you nervous?" Neville asked.

"No im more excited than, nervous. Wait, are you nervous?"

"A little bit, from the stories your family is…"

"Yeah…us Morgan's are what's the word."

"eclectic." Neville says.

"Yup that's the one!"

"You'll find someone to chat with I'm sure, Nev. I'll tell ya how it'll probably go. Everyone will run to the door as soon as this bus drops us off to see who's shown up, My Aunties will be nosey as usual that's how they are. Don't let them intimidate you."

"My Uncles will square up with ya but eventually back down. They're always like that till they get to know you. If you see two people whispering to each other thoes are the assholes, just be cordial. Their the reason i haven't been home in ever cause they never approved of me being a teacher, but fuck em."

Neville raised an eyebrow at her.

"um, there will be food. It's my cooking but a totally different level. Try everything on the table cause i guarantee we can't get it back in the UK." Neville looked at her eyes wide. He loved Ruby's cooking its most of the reason why he didnt eat in the great hall most of the time, but only came back for dessert.

"Oh! Don't play board games with Uncle Ed no matter how many times he convinces you."

"he's crazy." Ruby snickered.

Ruby felt the bus hit the dirt road then start to levitate.

"Ah we're almost there." Ruby told pointing out the window. Neville leaned over to look at the view.

A few moments later the bus re appeared in the front lawn of this beautiful yellow and white, house sitting on at least an couple acres of land, it was back dropped with a few oak trees in the background. The bus stopped just at the drive. which wasn't too long like the rest of the houses out here. Ruby and Neville got off the bus their trunks floating behind them. And off the bus flew away.

Ruby swung the door open. The smell of her grandmother cooking hitting her immediately, the chatter of everyone there, laughter and warmth.

"RUBY!!!!" A five foot thick black woman embraced Ruby she had on the same shirt as her with a little girl running right after her with puffballs in her hair. Ruby embraced her tightly.

"Margo!" Ruby greeted happily at her cousin. She let go just as Madeline ran to her legs. Ruby picked up the little girl and swung her around. While she laughed. Then everyone else came out to engulf Ruby in hugs and kisses. Neville watched everyone really excited to see her.

A kid hobbled up to him and stared up at him. He waved to them. and the child smiled goofy back. Ruby turned around and introduced him.

"Everyone…this is Neville." Ruby says smiling at him. Neville waves.

Various of Ruby's relatives walk up to him and introduce themselves. Soon Ruby hears her name being called by Mama Gene.

"Oui, Mam?" Ruby says walking in the direction of the kitchen.

"Oh! mon préféré est ici! (my favorite is here)" Mama Gene says walking over to Ruby and giving her a tight hug.

"I know you just got here, but do ya mind helping me out? My sis don't-" Mama Gene started.

Ruby smiled. "Of course Mama Gene, let me take off my coat first, ok." Gene nodded.

Ruby went to go do that on her way to the coat room she caught Neville in a conversation with her cousin Marcel. They would be talking forever. Marcel was a traveling herbologist that helped witches and wizards with their untamable plants. She smiled he was fitting in already. She caught wind of another conversation her Aunties were having.

"Did you see that tall drink of water Ruby brought with her?" Ruby rolled her eyes and went back to the kitchen.

Ruby's family made their food in cauldrons that were also self stirring. Ruby waved her wand over several of them keeping all the ingredients mixing wonderfully together. Mama Gene thanked her and shooed her away to go sit and relax. She plopped down in the living room next to Neville.

"Bebe! How long have you been dating The Neville Longbottom?!" Marcel exclaimed. Pointing the drink in hand towards Neville.

Ruby snickered. "almost six years, Marcel."

"When were you going to tell me?! He's a legend not just for Herbology either." he boasted. Neville smiled.

"Now, I guess. I haven't been here in..."

"FOREVER! But I'm glad your here for the reunion…" Marcel told.

"Same."

"il est très bien en personne." (he looks great in person) Marcel told Ruby. She grinned and shoved him.

Neville grinned. "merci." Marcel's mouth dropped and he clutched his shirt.

"Keep this one, miel.(honey)" Marcel told before getting up to go elsewhere.

Soon it was time to eat everyone sat at one of the long tables in the dinning room, everyone was together talking across the table at the other, beside them in another room was the kids table. Soon the pots parade started. All the cauldrons levitated themselves over everyone. Ruby touched the one she wanted and Neville copied eating the ones he recognized and trying a few new dishes, he got a spoonful from almost every cauldron and Ruby got her favorites and dug in.

When everyone finished their first plates, A table cloth appeared out of no where and wrapped around another table behind the dinning one, then a large cauldron came out of the kitchen and spilled its contents on the cloth covered table. A ton of cooked craw-fish spread on the table along with mini corn and a aroma of spices.

Neville was passed a bowl and followed Madeline to the other table.

"You eat it like this."

As Maddy showed him how to eat it. Neville ate an entire bowl full. He let out "mmmm." Only Ruby heard it.

But her Aunties can see the dreamy look on his face, and laugh to themselves. They lean over to the other laughing about their comments. Neville holds his thumb up. And Ruby laughs.

After everyone has eaten the desserts come out. Everyone eats at least a piece of sweet potato pie and a couple beignets. Ruby eats hers and feeds one to Neville. Ruby licks her fingers of the sugary powder, and Nev gazes at her. Ruby places her hand on his thigh and rubs her hand there, that was not just covered in powdered sugar.

Neville whispers in her ear.

"Why'd ya do that?" he asks.

Ruby simply smiles softly at him. And continues on conversation with her family, rubbing her hand soothing him a bit.

"So what'd do you think?"

"Your family's a lively lot, your food is amazing. I dont wanna go back home now." Neville expressed. Ruby smiled at him.

After a couple of hours of sitting around Ruby heard the music in the living room. Her little cousin Madeline came jumping up next to her.

"Roo! Come dance with meeeee!!" She pleased. Pulling at her arm. Ruby giggled. At the little girl.

"Ok ok! I'm coming!" Ruby took her hand and went with Maddy.

Ruby danced with the girl. Then the song changed. And the cheers started. Ruby beamed sashaying up to Margo who shook her head no repeatedly.

Cousin Ursula downed her drink and joined Ruby the women mirrored each other clapping along to the music. And busted a move soon everyone else from other rooms joined in eventually.

Ruby and her family danced through 2 line dances together till a song came on that only very few people knew. Ruby smiled and held her arm out for Neville. They knew this one because they danced to it on Saturday mornings sometimes.

Everyone's mouth was on the ground. As Neville twirled Ruby around flawlessly. Then he spun her out and reeled her back in.

"Now your showing off Longbottom." Ruby teased.

Neville grinned and Ruby shrieked as he picked her up and spun her around in his arms; set her back down on the floor.

"I take that back, that was showing off." Ruby told. As the song ended. Then the instruments went back to uplifting jazz.

Maddy was shuffling her feet. Ruby asked what was up. She made Ruby bend down to her level she did. And Rubys face scrunched up as she laughed.

"Nev, Maddy wants you to spin her." Ruby told.

Neville smiled softly at Maddy. And held his hand out.

Ruby awed in cuteness with Rosalina on the sidelines. "You better take a picture of this." Ruby told.

"On it sis." As Rosalina took a picture of Neville spinning Maddy. Then Rosalina mumbled something in Ruby's ear. She covered her face and squealed.

"Oui, Oui!"

"Stop it your gonna make me cry, Rosie!"

"Just saying!!!"

Madeline and Neville continued dancing silly for a while then stopped to take a break.

"Do ya think Ruby will be able to keep this one?" Cousin Amy whispered to another relative next to her.

"I like him!" Little Madeline says.

"Shush! stop that gossiping!" Mama Gene says sternly to the older petty women.

"être gentil." (Be nice.)

"You boneheads were the reason Ruby didn't come home for so long." Mama Gene spits.

"Viens, petite Madeline" (come, little Madeline.) She holds her hand out to Madeline the child takes her great grandmothers hand and walks away.

Mama Gene walks up to Ruby who was talking to her favorite cousin Margo. She made herself scarce after she saw the look on Mama Gene's face.

"heureux, Ruby?" (Happy) Ruby smiles as her eyes land on Nev as he talks to Marcel.

"I'm very happy Mama Gene." Ruby boasted.

"I'm glad your here." Ruby hugged her grandmother tightly. She hugged her back.

"Are you staying for the full week?" Mama Gene asks.

"Yea." Ruby says.

"Good, I can get to know my new fils en droit.(son in law)" the matriarch smiled.

Ruby stared at her bug eyed. Her grandmother just stared at her and cocked her head with a knowing look on her face. Then she walked away looking for one of the toddlers to dot on.

Neville came back to Ruby's side. He took a deep sigh.

"Marcel is an interesting bloke." Ruby nodded.

"Glad to see your making friends!"

Margo came back with Madeline on her hip.

"How long are you and Neville, here for?" she asks.

"Were staying till the new year." Ruby says patting her hair.

"We're staying as well, so is Rosalina." Ruby turned to her cousin eyes wide.

"Yup she finally saved enough to get out from under Hella's thumb. She'll be here tonight. Mama Gene is going to let her stay till she can find work either with the non magic folk or the wizards…"

"And before you ask yes Uncle Beau has asked her if she wanted a job at the family businesses."

Ruby's mouth closed. She excused herself to go to the bathroom.

Mama Gene walked up to Neville idling in the living room.

"Neville would you be a dear and help me in the kitchen for a moment? The other desserts are finished."

"Sure, Mrs Gene." Neville says following behind the short plump woman.

Mama Gene had her Morgan Reunion shirt on with a thick thermal underneath she had a long skirt on with a apron on top. She gestured Neville into the kitchen near the stove. Told him where the pot holders were, went over to the door and kicked the back of her shoe into the door. Causing whoever was on the other side to wince in pain. Probably her nosey sisters. Then she waved her wand and put a mute charm on the door.

She smiled at Neville who had her forearm pot holders on. She waved her wand and a tray floated over to him with the intoxicating warm smell Neville ever got a smell of.

"Cinnamon…" He told his mouth beginning to water.

"Yea it is. My grand babies love these rolls no matter how old they get." She grinned warmly.

Mama Gene handed him a spatula, and she got a cake knife and sliced through the rolls. While talking with Neville.

"First of all. I'm sorry for anyone's rude behavior. Bebe dosent usually bring any of the boys she dates here." Gene explained.

"Ruby warned me about that, I've got family like that too."

Gene looked up grinning as if she was remembering a different moment in time.

"Your the first I've met that makes her happy. I can see it on her face, and that's all that matters to me if my kids are happy and healthy." She tells him.

Neville grins plating the last roll on the giant tray as Mama Gene gets the glaze tube.

"I've heard a lot about you through her letters. How kind, thoughtful, and courageous you are. You & Marcel seem to be getting along really well!"

"Yea, he's brilliant, we have the same obsession, plants." Neville squeezed the glaze over the rolls in the big pan.

"Ruby talks about you all on our vacations to…"

Mama Gene laughs out loud.

"Our family grew up in that French city, we've got many many memories there. Including Bebe's folks. Ah I miss her father my son…very much."

Neville put down the glaze and looked at Gene. "Yes, he's passed. When Ruby was in her twenties teaching at the magic school in the Amazon."

"It was a bit of a shock to us all. But he lived a long and happy life. Loved Ruby to bits."

Neville nodded.

"now tell me about yourself, Neville while we continue to ice these rolls."

Neville picked back up the bag of icing and helped Mama Gene with the rest of the pastries. She taught him some more French while they baked together & Neville opened up to Mama Gene and felt more apart of the family as they laughed and chatted away.

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Anniversary

Summary: Its Ruby & Neville's Anniversary

Words: 1,085

Warnings: FLUFFFFFFFF

Ruby left the kitchens thanking the elves for the extra ingredients that she carried in a small cauldron. Tonight was Neville and Ruby's 5th anniversary. Five years! She couldn't believe it. They decided to make their own dinner tonight instead of eating in the great hall with everyone else.

It was special they got presents for each other. Ruby told Neville at every milestone she wanted a present. It didn't have to be anything big. Just thoughtful, since she was a sentimental person, Neville agreed. She smiled at the thought of making dinner for them. She'd done it before when he was sick, or when she wanted too just to see if Neville liked her cooking. Liked was an understatement he loved her cooking, just like she loved his baking since she couldn't bake anything to save her life.

Ruby nudged her door open with her foot and hand in the knob, behind the door was Boris meowing.

"Yeah, I'll let you out little boy." She managed to kick it open and out ran Boris in his Hufflepuff sweater.

"You better let Angus feed you too!" Ruby yelled after her cat.

She placed everything on her kitchen table and checked the clock, the bell to dinner would start in an hour. Cracking her knuckles, taking off her outer robe, and with a snap of her fingers watching all the stuff from the cauldron float in front of her. She got to work.

The cauldron Ruby had was simmering nicely. She sat two plates out on the table, wine glasses and silverware. Took her hair out of its bun and fluffed her natural rough curls. Tied them into a loose pony tail just to keep it out of her face. Checked her maroon jumpsuit ensemble in the mirror and just when she finished, there was a knock at her door.

"Hello, luv. You look beautiful!" Neville expressed.

Neville still has a button up with a tie and rolled up the sleeves to his elbows. In his hand was a gift wrapped in cardboard paper helped with twine and float next to him was a little plant in a a vase that glowed softly. Ruby opened the door and he smiled. Neville kissed her cheek and went in. He placed his presents on the table. Waved his wand and a pan the looked like a tiny circle appeared with a little cloche and everything.

Ruby waved her wand and old jazz started to play softly in the background.

They chatted about their day then sat down to eat. Neville unscrewed the wine bottle and filled Ruby's glass then his own.

"What's in the cauldron my luv?"

"Your favorite."

Neville scooped out a helping of spaghetti. It was one of his favorites of Rue.

"What'd you bake Nev?"

His mouth broke into a grin and he told. "Your favorite."

They gazed at other then smiled.

Continuing their lovely conversation about the plant Nev brought.

"It was from that book you got me, it's a don't touch plant, it's leaves close up when you touch it."

"Oooo." Ruby touched the leaves and for sure it closed up.

Neville watched her face and felt warm fuzzyies in his stomach.

"I think I'll name this one…Phil!" Ruby told with excitement. Neville chuckled into his glass of wine. As they continued to talk and eat. Exchanging smiles and looks at the other every now and then When Ruby took a bite of the cake Nev brought he watched her close her eyes and hum.

"I might fuck you after eating this." Ruby said in-between bites. Neville laughed and blushed.

"At least open the others before that, Ru."

Ruby got up and went into her bedroom and cake back with a bag with tissue coming out of it and her jewelry box.

"Open this one first." Ruby told pushing the bag towards him. He grinned pulling out all the tissue paper. Inside was a glass sphere, some moss, a few tiny plants, and a small watering can.

"Its a terrarium kit." Ruby said.

"theirs a section in that book about these, I was curious about em for a while."

"well now you can make your own, Nev."

Neville rubbed Ruby's hand lovingly, and kissed her cheek.

"I've got one more it's right next to you." Neville pointed to the paper wrapped box.

Ruby smiled and took off the twine. It was a wooden picture frame she turned it over and it was a picture of her and Neville. She was reading a book and he was looking over her shoulder with his hands wrapped around her waist.

Ruby's face broke out into a smile, then to confusion.

"Angus, he was taking pictures near the forest trying to catch a picture of a puffskin. In their natural habitat. Instead he caught us in ours."

ruby's heart melted. It really was them in their 'natural habitat'. They were always reading books together, or one was reading to the other, or sleeping on another and reading. They read a lot.

"I love this. And I love you Nev." Ruby held his hand and pecked him on the lips.

when she broke apart his eyes smiled at her.

"I've got one last one for you." Ruby told reaching for her jewelry box.

"I forgot i had this, till i was looking for my favorite earrings one day, close your eyes, miel. (honey)"

Neville did after he took the last sip of his wine. Ruby opened the box and took out his DA coin. Her fingers danced across his knee where his hand rested. Neville opened his hand to hold hers. But instead she placed the coin in it. His face turned in curiosity till his fingers felt what it was. He opened his eyes and smiled at her. Placed the coin on the table and placed his hand on her face and pulled her in for a soft kiss on her lips. Then broke apart his fingers still grazing across her cheek. His eyes searched hers. before he spoke softly.

"the last time I saw that, I felt like I was at rock bottom."

"But…you picked me up, and now I'm not." Neville smiled at Ruby holding her hand and rubbing his fingers across her hand where he wanted to put a ring on it one of these days. Instead he leaned his head against hers and spoke softly.

"Happy 5 years, Rue, Ja'taime."

"Happy 5 years, Nev, Ja'taime."

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Flu

Summary: Ruby is sick; Neville takes care of her.

Words: 630

Warnings: NONE

Ruby sneezed which scared Bo away from her bedside.

Her head ached, she sneezed a ton, and she had chills and a fever. She sounded like she was underwater. Her nose was dripping, she was coughing. She was miserable.

McGonagall was covering her classes while she was sick. So she could rest and at least get rid of the worst of it.

Neville was on his last class of the day the 5th years. They asked how Miss Morgan was doing as they tend to their mandrakes.

"She's still not feeling well, Prof. McGonagall is taking her classes for the rest of the week."

All of his students wished Ruby a get well soon. And he got them back on track checking their meters. For moisture, soil check, and proper exposure to the sun.

Once the final bell rang and all his students were gone. Neville washed his hands, put up his apron and took out the folded note from his back-pocket; that had Ruby's neat writing on it.

Grabbed his hat, scarf; locked up the greenhouses with a flick of his wand. And off to Hogsmeade he went. Neville picked up Ruby's boxed tea order from Steelys, the chicken soup from the three broomsticks, and Boris's two sweaters from the Witch as Glads then headed back to Hogwarts.

Boris was curled up in Ruby's lap as she read a book on the bed. she heard the front door opening and grinned slowly when she heard Nev's voice and the door shut. Boris didn't leave her lap, even when Nev called him.

Neville hung up his coat on the coat rack, along with his hat and scarf. And started to make tea. Boris stretched and scampered in and hopped up on the kitchen counter watching Nev do things.

"Hi Bo, I'll care for you next. mon soleil is first." Boris meowed, it sounded like a complaint.

"She's first to me, bald boy, désolée." He pet him and continued on what he was doing. Nev crushed up some mallow leaves and tea in a mug and poured the boiling water over it. Dropped half the giant container of soup on the stove in a pot to warm. Then opened a can of wet food for Boris and dropped it in a bowl with his name on it along with some tuna.

Nev waved his wand and a timer appeared above the soup and the tea mug floated behind him. And into Ruby's room he went.

Neville's heart softened as he looked at his luv. She was asleep with a book in her hands. He slipped the book out of her hands and moved the lip of her bonnet away from her forehead and kissed her there, he felt her stir.

"Nev? What time is it?" She asked groggily but also stuffy.

"How are you feeling today?" He asked softly.

"Like I got hit by a bludger in my face." She responded. Neville pushed the tea towards her. She smiled sleepily at him.

"Thank you, Nev." As she took a sip and let the soothing honey liquid warm her.

"Its almost 5pm. I got your tea, fed Bo, got his sweaters…Gabe says she hopes you feel better & Soup from the three broomsticks."

Ruby sneezed into her elbow and groaned.

"Aww." Neville said out loud.

Ruby grimaced.

The timer went off on the stove and Ruby shuffled to the kitchen table. Neville got down a box of crackers for her and a spoon and waved his wand so the bowl went to her.

"Gran would be proud, I got these domestic spells right." He complimented himself.

Ruby grinned at him softly and ate her soup while Neville caught her up on his day.

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Pencil You In

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky thinks you've been working too hard and need a break. Word Count: Over 1.3k Warnings: Fluff, crying, reader is tired, slight insecurities, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Partially inspired by an image the beautiful @bucksangel sent me and life stretching me a bit thin, here's a little ficlet. Lovelies, take breaks. You deserve them and you are more than enough! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You slumped in your chair of your home office as you reread the sentence on the screen for what felt like the hundredth time. Weariness had already settled deep in your bones long before you looked over the document, the words blurring together the longer you stared. Blinking a few times didn’t help as you reached for your mug, only to remember that you had finished your extra helping of caffeine an hour ago. Begrudgingly, you set it down and huffed as if it was somehow the fault of the cup that it didn’t automatically fill itself.

“Almost done,” you whispered to yourself, straightening up so you could do one last readthrough.

It was a long week in what felt like a series of long weeks. Almost every minute of your schedule was accounted for lately and all you wanted to do was relax. People were depending on you though and you could relax over the weekend.

Hopefully.

“You should take a break.”

You didn’t turn around immediately at the sound of Bucky’s gentle voice, but you did manage a smile when you glanced over your shoulder a moment later. He didn’t return the smile, concern swirling in his blue irises. You were afraid to stare into the pool of his eyes for too long out of fear of drowning.

And, god, you were drowning. It would be so easy to reach out and take the lifeline that was his hand. To just admit that you need some time to rest because you were tired. Hadn’t you earned it? Didn’t you deserve a break after the hard work you put in?

But maybe you didn’t deserve it. What you did wasn’t as important as someone like Bucky. You firmly shut the door on that thought before the words could make their way out of your mouth. If he could’ve read your mind and known you thought that, it would’ve disappointed him. Not in you, but whoever made you decide that what you did wasn’t enough.

Because you were always expected to do and be more.

“I will in a few minutes,” you said.

He let out a heavy sigh as he crossed his arms, making you tear your gaze away. You didn’t comment on his disheveled hair, like he kept running a hand through it. Likely because he worried about you stretching yourself too thin. “That was what you said a few minutes ago,” he reminded you, his voice light instead of accusatory.

You shut your eyes in the hopes that the tears wouldn’t come and took a breath. “I really will this time,” you promised, giving the document one last readthrough once you got your emotions under control.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he said.

If you wouldn’t take a break for your own sake, you had to do it for Bucky.

“Okay. I think that’s at a good stopping point,” you said, making you saved it before you closed it out. If you lost all of that after everything you put into it so far, you would’ve lost it. Before you could move to the next task on your list though, an alert popped up on your screen. Your heart dropped to your stomach because you didn’t remember scheduling anything else today. You didn’t have the mental or emotional capacity for more. “What is this?” You mumbled before you opened it.

Reading the subject line, you did a double take.

CUDDLE WITH BUCKY

You covered your mouth to smother your giggles. “I don’t remember scheduling this meeting.”

“It’s a good thing I remembered, baby,” he said as you spun around in your chair, sauntering over to you with a smirk as you tried not to laugh again. “It’s a mandatory meeting in our bed. No rescheduling. And I expect it to go the full hour. Maybe longer.”

“How did you manage to set up an alert on my computer?” You asked as he grasped your hands and helped you to your feet, having to steady yourself a bit when your head spun.

At least you remembered to eat. Well, that wasn’t technically true. Bucky brought you your meal earlier because he was the best boyfriend you could ask for.

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he winked before he brought a palm to your cheek, his gaze shifting to something more serious. “But it seemed to get your attention.”

Your cheeks burned as you averted your gaze. “I wasn’t…” you trailed off, an apology on the tip of your tongue. Had you neglected him this past week? Or the ones before that?

Did he think you were a bad girlfriend?

Bucky slid his hand to your chin so you’d look at him again. “Hey,” he whispered when your lower lip trembled. “I didn’t mean anything by that and I’m not upset with you. I don’t think I could ever be upset with you. But, baby, you’ve been working your ass off even more than usual. I’m so fucking proud of you, but you need to take a real break.”

Your eyes burned, but no tears surfaced as he searched your gaze. “But-”

“What is it you always tell me about work?”

“That it’ll be there tomorrow, but we may not be” you answered, sighing. He was right. You couldn’t let work and expectations others set for you take control of your life. “I told you that the last time you ran yourself ragged with missions.”

He brought his mouth to your forehead to kiss it, his scruff tickling your skin. “And now I’m returning the favor,” he said against your skin. “So, come to bed. Lay with me. Just…”

“Be present,” you finished.

No phones. No work. No outside forces interfering. Just the pleasure of being with each other.

“Exactly,” he said, tugging you by the hand. “C’mon. We’re both late for our meeting.”

“Yes, Sir,” you teased, smiling when he groaned.

“This is a cuddle meeting, but it’ll turn into gently fucking you to sleep if you keep talking like that,” he warned you, pulling you to bed a bit faster.

“You say that like that’s a bad thing,” you smiled, gasping as he gently pushed you onto the mattress.

He braced a hand on each side of your head as he leaned down, his breath fanning your face when you whimpered. “Sex after we cuddle,” he breathed, sending a shiver down your spine. “Then we can cuddle again.”

You leaned up to brush your lips against his. “Deal,” you agreed.

Once he maneuvered you to the middle of the bed, his large body spooning yours, you couldn’t stop the tears that came. You bit your lip so he wouldn’t hear your soft sobs, but he must’ve sensed them as he grazed his nose along your neck affectionately and pulled you closer in his arms. You didn’t realize just how much you needed to be held until then.

It was as if all the stress faded away.

“I really am proud of you. Hardest working woman I know and always taking care of me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your pulse as more tears hit the pillow.

“Because I love you, Bucky,” you whispered. Who wouldn’t want to take care of someone as amazing as James Buchanan Barnes?

“And I love you, too. So much,” he swore to you, turning you in his arms so he could kiss the tears away. The first kiss lingered on your cheek as he let out a shuddering breath. The sight of you crying likely broke his heart, but he didn’t say anything about it for your sake. “So let me be your personal hero today, okay? Let me take care of you and show that you’re more than enough.”

The words were so heartfelt and touching that you were surprised you didn’t melt on the spot. “You already are,” you promised before his lips met yours.

And he could pencil himself in for cuddles and more whenever he wanted.

I'll say it again, lovelies, you deserve breaks and you are more than enough. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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One too many

Pairing: ex!Eivor Varinsdóttir x black!fem!reader

A/n: I really couldn’t be bothered about formatting this to look better. Or write much more than dialogue. Reader’s been drinking in this blurb. Black typing is Eivor, Reader’s is blue. Minors, ageless and blank blogs, and serial-likers DNI

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“I hope HAIM breaks up.”

What the fuck?

She doesn’t know what the fuck to do with that.

Two months since the breakup, Eivor hasn’t heard a peep from you. She hasn’t even began to think about moving on yet, still working on redirecting her idle thoughts from you when her hands are busy but her mind is free. And now here you were, nearing midnight, suddenly texting her that you hope one of her favorite bands breaks up. Before Eivor could even decide what to do or how to feel about it, you were texting again.

“I hope you just dropped and shattered your phone when you saw I texted you.”

“I hope Soma gets an amazing promotion and she moves to Timbuktu cuz they’ll pay her a billion dollars a year.”

“I hope a rat chews through your table saw cord.”

You… you had to be drunk. And Eivor couldn’t quite not smile at that. She checked your contact, saw that you still had your location shared with her. A club it looked like. One you had both gone to together a few times.

“Please tell me you’re not drinking alone.”

“Fuck you who said I was drinking?”

“You know you still share your location with me right?”

The three dot bubble appeared and disappeared. Appeared and stuck around. Disappeared again. Came back.

“Fuck you stop looking, I dont know how to turn it off rn.”

“Are you out with someone?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Y/n, seriously. Do you need me to pick you up?”

“Don’t worry about me, I’m sure you’re like elbow deep in pussy rn.”

“I hope you forget how to give head.”

“Or that you like sprain your tongue or some shit and she laughs at you and leaves.”

“I’m grabbing my keys.”

“No!! I”

“Forbid you from coming here”

“Don’t.”

“I don’t wanna see you forreal.”

“I already look up every time I see a blonde in braids.”

“You can’t come.”

“The place is closed already I’m gone actually.”

“I’ll be there in twelve minutes.”

“NOOOO.”

“STOPSTOPSTOP.”

“I’m like with thirty other people.”

“You don’t know them.”

“Don’t come.”

“Eivor?!?!!!,?,!”

“Eivor I swear to god. Like all the gods. All of them.”

“I’m outside. Do you want a ride home?”

Again the ellipses bubble flashed a couple times. Then stayed.

“You’re so annoying.”

“I’m paying my tab.”

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An Offshore Love - Part Two

Title: Delicate 

Summary: While on the job, you made yourself one rule: no dating. But when you meet Ari, you consider throwing that rule out the window. But will you? 

Warnings: First things first, this is 18+, minors DNI!! Things to look out for in this part would include: Lee being a bit of a jerk; Ari Levinson (yes, he’s a warning); some implied sexual content; minor cursing; and I think that’s everything. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and your own media consumption. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any and all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read. 

Wordcount: 3,941

You stood off to the side with Jake as Lee gave the next crew their briefing and their assignments for the day. You listened to how he spoke to the men and you cringed internally with the way he talked to his crew. No wonder this rig was in rough shape, they had a manager who thought they were disposable and easily replaced. Lee’s southern drawl barked out orders and as you glanced out to the men, you could see the life being sucked out of them the longer Lee talked. This isn’t the first time that you’ve seen this and you made several mental notes about Lee and his behavior, you would be discussing with him at a later time. As you stood off to the side, you could feel the crew’s curiosity as you caught several of the men glancing your way. You looked down at your watch and found yourself wondering how much longer Lee was going to talk before he finally mentioned you and why you were here at The Jupiter. Lee was in the middle of handing out orders when one of the crew members interrupted him. 

“Who’s the skirt and her lap dog?” 

You had to keep a straight face as Jake stifled a laugh and Lee rolled his eyes at the interruption. 

“Well, if you had waited a few more minutes for me to finish my briefing Curtis, you would’ve been introduced.” Lee snapped back, narrowing his gaze. 

You wanted to slap Lee for the way he talked to his men. Sure the guy had interrupted, but Lee could’ve been the better man and not have been so rude to him. You didn’t blame them for being so curious, you had been standing off to the side for nearly twenty minutes. You hoped that the other rig drillers weren't as uncompassionate as Lee, a bad manager can be the sole cause alone for a crew not to care and to not give their one hundred percent. 

“But since you’re asking, these two are here from Baizen Oil Industries, hopefully to get your asses whipped back into shape.” Lee introduced before he motioned for you and Jake to come over. 

“Thank you, Mr. Bodecker, although I’m not sure I would’ve exactly phrased it like that.” You said as you took front and center. You introduced yourself before you introduced Jake as your assistant. “Mr. Baizen informed us that this is one of the more problematic offshore oil rigs that the company owns and my assistant and I are here to find out why. Jake and I are here to check on quality of life, to make sure safety protocols are up to date and possibly rearrange crew and management if we feel it necessary.” 

“My quality of life just got better with you being here, sweetheart!” One of the crew members shouted, causing a few of the others to chuckle. 

You were about to put that man in his place when his comment was quickly followed by a groan as another crew member slapped him on the back of the head. 

“Show the lady some respect, Lloyd,” The other man growled. He then gave you a small nod for you to continue. 

As the two of you made eye contact, you almost forgot where you were for a moment. Sure, you had seen blue eyes before but his were different. His reminded you of the ocean, that deep blue color and you had a hard time looking away from the man. You cleared your throat before you started talking again, bringing your attention back to the whole group. 

“Right, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, there are a few things that I won’t allow. I won’t allow any form of disrespect.” You paused for a moment as you shot the man, Lloyd, a look before you continued. “I will also not tolerate laziness or tardiness. At the end of my time here, I hope to turn this whole rig around and make it less problematic for everyone’s benefits.” 

“And what makes you so qualified?” The man with the ocean eyes asked, crossing his strong arms across his chest. You couldn’t help but notice that as he did that, the material of his shirt bulged from his muscular arms. 

“Well, Mr.?” You started.

“Levinson. Ari Levinson.” Blue eyes introduced himself. 

“Mr. Levinson, that’s an excellent question. I've been working for Baizen Oil Industries for the last ten years and the last five years going around to different rigs and doing exactly this kind of work.” You did your best to sound as confident as possible but with the way Ari was staring at you, it was hard.

The small, barely noticeable smirk on the corner of his mouth to his piercing stare caused a warmth to form in your body. You hoped that as you stared back at him, he couldn’t tell that he was having an affect on you. 

“Alright you lazy lot, time to get back to work.” Lee finally said, interrupting the moment you and Ari were having. 

The group of men then dispersed and headed off to do their jobs for the day. You let out a small sigh as you broke eye contact from Arri as he turned to leave, however the feeling that he had given you lingered. Your thoughts started to wander but you were quickly pulled out of them when Lee spoke up again. 

“Ready for a day filled with meetings and training?” 

You internally groaned at having to be in meetings all day, but since this was your job, you knew you had to suck it up. Besides, it was either this or being stuck at a desk back at the main office. But after meeting Ari, you would much rather be daydreaming about him, but since that wasn’t an option, you forced a smile and answered. 

“Lead the way, Mr. Bodecker.” 

After a long day of meetings and a few different safety training sessions, you were glad to get a moment to yourself. Well, almost a moment to yourself, Jake’s typing reminded you that you weren’t alone just yet. You had just finished up your last meeting and wanted nothing more than to take off your shoes and put your feet up. As you pinched the bridge of your nose, you tried to disassociate for a moment, but when Jake spoke up, you were brought back to reality. 

“You alright there, boss?” 

You let out a small sigh as you released the bridge of your nose. “Yeah, just been a long day.” 

Jake nodded, seemingly accepting your answer. “It’s definitely been a long day, I don’t think we even breaked for lunch.” 

As you thought about what Jake said, you knew he was right, especially when your stomach started to growl. A small laugh escaped you and you couldn’t believe you worked through lunch. 

“Well, why don’t you go ahead and head to dinner while I clean up here? I’ll join you shortly.” You suggested as you started to organize and clean up. 

“You sure boss? I can stay and help.” Jake offered as he watched you. 

You had just started making different piles as you sorted through each piece of paper, you had gone through a good chunk of the rig’s books during some of these meetings. “I’m positive. Besides, you don’t know my system.” 

“I’m a fast learner.” Jake countered, a bit curious as to what your system was exactly. 

“Really Jake, I’m fine. Maybe I’ll teach you another day, but I really just want to get this done.” You said as you continued to sort. 

“Alright, alright, if you insist. I’ll see you in a bit.” Jake said as he packed up his laptop and started to leave. 

You gave Jake a small smile as he left, you couldn’t help but appreciate his willingness to learn. Honestly though, if you had taken him up on his offer to help, it would’ve taken twice as long to sort through everything. As you sorted, you tried not to think about anything in particular, wanting to give your brain a break after the long day that you just had. However, you didn’t exactly succeed as Ari popped into your mind, which didn’t exactly complain about. Ari was probably the only good thing about this oil rig, even though you barely knew the man. You couldn’t help but find him extremely attractive and exactly your type. The six foot, five inches of a man and he was big and burly as well. His long, shaggy brown hair and full beard suited him well, you especially like the beard. You wondered what it would feel like to have his face in between your legs and his beard rubbing - no, stop that. You quickly scolded yourself for that type of thinking. Years ago, you gave yourself one rule, no dating any of the men you meet while working on these oil rigs. A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you reminded yourself of this, this was going to be an interesting time here on The Jupiter. 

When you were finally done organizing, you collected your things and put them in your bag before locking the door behind you as you left the office. You did your best to memorize your way to the offices so that you could get back to the Hub on your own. However, as you turned a corner and walked down the dimly lit hall, you opened the door when you reached it, but it wasn’t the right door. It opened up to what looked like the stem of the oil rig. You could just barely make out a metal staircase that was attached to the concrete wall and it spiraled down to the bottom. Wind howled through the funnell, giving you goosebumps but you couldn’t help yourself and found yourself peeking further into the concrete leg. After all of these years, you had never actually been inside one of these things, you knew they were hollow but that’s all you knew. You were just about to take a step forward to take another look, when you were suddenly being pulled back, causing you to gasp as you were pinned to the wall, an unhappy Ari glaring at you. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, uh? Do you realize you could’ve gotten hurt going in there?” Ari’s nostrils flared as he tightly held onto you. 

You couldn’t help but feel incredibly small right now as Ari scolded you like a child. 

“Sorry, I got lost.” 

Ari scoffed at your answer as he let go of you. “Where were you trying to get too?” 

“Back to the Hub for dinner. I got turned around.” You explained, watching Ari as h took a step back and ran his fingers through his hair. 

Ari took a deep breath and exhaled it with a huff. “Come on, Rogue, follow me and I’ll take you safely back to the Hub.” 

You scrunched up your face at the nickname that he just gave you before you corrected him and told him your name again. 

“I know, I didn’t forget. I like Rogue better.” Ari replied with a smirk. “Now come on, let’s get going.” 

Butterflies started to form in your stomach, he had given you a nickname. Granted, you had no idea where it came from or the meaning behind it and you made a mental note to ask him, but it was a nickname nonetheless. As Ari led you back to the Hub, you did your best to memorize the path that he took, but he moved so quickly and effortlessly that your main focus was to keep up with him. As the two of you were walking through the rig, you ended up tripping over a raised threshold. However, before you fell on your face, Ari had caught you. 

“Careful, you alright?” Ari asked as he helped you over the threshold. 

“Yeah, just clumsy I guess.” You said as you looked up at him, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. 

For a moment though, it felt as if time stood still as the two of you looked into each other’s eyes. Your heart began to race and you thought it was going to burst out of your chest with how fast it was racing. You had never felt such a connection or so strongly towards a guy before, at least not in a really long time. Also for a moment, it felt as if the two of you were about to kiss, but instead of that, Ari pulled away and let go of you. A wave of disappointment washed over you and you did your best not to let it show. 

“You’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you Rogue?” Ari asked before he stood tall and combed his fingers through his thick hair. 

You cleared your throat, not knowing how to respond to his question even though you had a feeling it was a rhetorical one. So, you thought it best to change the subject. 

“So, how long have you been working here?” 

A small smirk formed on the corner of his mouth. “This way.” Ari said as he pointed left. “And I’ve been working here for about eleven years.” 

“Do you like it?” You asked, genuinely curious. 

Ari glanced over at you, not expecting you to make this kind of conversation. “It’s not horrible. The job pays well and every couple of weeks I get to go to the mainland to recharge, see family if I want to.” 

You nod your head along to what he was saying. “How do you feel about Mr. Bodecker as your manager?” 

Ari stopped at your question before he spun around to face you. Once you saw the look on his face, you could tell that he was upset. 

“What’s your game here?” He practically growled as his eyes narrowed at you. 

You’re a bit taken aback at his reaction. “M-my game? I was only curious. If you ask me, he seems like a complete ass.” 

Ari chuckled at your comment. “You’re not wrong about that, but around here, if you know what’s best for ya, you keep your mouth shut.” 

The situation was a lot worse than you thought. 

“Right, got it.” You said with a nod, dropping the matter almost instantly. 

The rest of the way to the Hub was quiet. You thought about what Ari had said and pondered how to move forward, it was clear that Lee Bodecker was the problem. 

The passion and pleasure that you were feeling almost felt too good to be true as you and Ari kissed each other hungrily. The feeling of his large hands roaming your body, squeezing you here and there, causing your body to heat up with every touch. Ari had you pinned against the door of his sleeping quarters and you were loving every minute of it, you didn’t want it to end. You let out a squeal as he picked you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. You weren’t sure why or when you decided to throw out your rule but at this exact moment, you really didn’t care as Ari gently laid you down on the mattress. The two of you pulled apart for a brief moment and as the two of you looked longingly at each other, it felt as if time ceased to exist. You knew things would be delicate after this but frankly, you just didn’t care. As things were about to continue, an annoying alarm started to go off. You squinted at Ari confused as to why there was an alarm going off. You leaned into his touch as he cupped your cheek, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before he spoke up, his voice deep and raspy. 

“It’s time to wake up, sweetheart.” 

“What if I don’t wanna?” You questioned as you tried to steady your breathing. 

Ari smirked, letting out a small chuckle before placing another kiss to your forehead. “You don’t really have a choice, sweetheart.” 

You groaned as your dream started to fade and your eyes were met with a dimly lit room. You immediately felt cold as you were no longer in Ari’s embrace, even if it was just a dream. The alarm was still going off and you wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. A heavy sigh left your lips before you reached over to finally shut it off, slamming it a little harder than you meant too. 

“God, was wondering when you were going to shut that awful thing off.” Jake commented as you saw already ready for the day. 

“How long have you been up?” You asked as you sat up, stretching as you did. 

Jake shrugged his shoulders. “About half an hour.” 

“Early riser?” You questioned as you started to get up and ready yourself. 

“Kinda. But honestly, I just don’t sleep well outside of my own bed.” Jake answered. He then stood up, grabbing his backpack as he did before continuing. “Room’s yours, I’ll see you down at breakfast.” 

You gave Jake a nod of the head as he left the room before you laid back on your bed. You let out a groan as you ran a hand down your face once Jake had closed the door. 

“Maybe a cold shower this morning.” You mumbled to yourself as you sat up again and started to get ready for the long day ahead. 

Later that day, you and Jake found yourselves being shown some of the training that the men have to go through. As you walked in on one of the training sessions, you found Ari instructing a course and you found yourself staring at the man, remembering your dream from that morning. For a moment, you had almost forgotten where you were and you had to pull yourself out of that headspace. As you watched Ari giving the instructions, you could tell that the men that he was teaching were following his every word. You made several notes and scribbled a few of them down on your notepad. While you were writing down your notes, you could feel a pair of eyes on you. You did your best to be as subtle as possible as you glanced up and you were met with Ari’s beautiful blue eyes looking at you. You quickly tore your gaze away from him to finish your notes, but that didn’t stop the butterflies from forming. How in the world did this man have such a powerful grip on you? You were usually pretty level headed about this sort of thing but for some reason, Ari was different. You wanted to throw all caution to the wind and not care how complicated or delicate things might become afterwards. 

You hadn’t realized how lost in your thoughts you’d been until Jake nudged you in your side. The small class that Ari had been teaching a safety training was being dismissed and the supervisor who had been showing you and Jake around was now talking to Ari. You couldn’t help but feel as if the two men were talking about you and Jake as they whispered and glanced your way every so often. 

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Jake leaned over and whispered into your ear. 

“Shush, they’re coming back.” You answered quickly, nudging him in the side, like he did you moments ago. 

The original supervisor walked right by you and Jake and you were about to say something when Ari stopped in front of the two of you. 

“So, I guess I’m taking over for Mr. Humphrey, so you better keep up, don’t get lost, and don’t get hurt.” Ari said as he then pushed past the two of you. 

Throughout the morning, Ari showed you various stations and talked about the importance of each one. You even witnessed a few of the men jumping off of the rig in full scuba equipment to work on something below. When you watched them jump, a shiver crawled down your spine, sure you could visit offshore oil rigs and even stay on them, but you couldn’t do half of what these men do on a daily basis. Every now and then, Jak would make small comments of wonderment and even asked Ari a few questions. As Ari went through the basic day-to-day with you and Jake, you made several notes, both mentally as well as short-handing some notes on your notepad.You also did your best not to stare at Ari’s ass as you walked behind him, though it was hard, especially since he had a masterpiece of an ass. 

When lunch time came around, Ari said we could take a break but he was going to continue with his work. You couldn’t help but admire that, you could tell he was a hard worker and you could see him being a great leader. Jake had already started to head back to the Hub, when you decided to stay behind and talk to Ari. 

“Ari, can we talk?” You asked as you placed your folder that contained your notepad in front of you, holding it against your chest. 

Ari stopped and turned to face you, placing his hands on his hips. ‘God, he looked amazing,’ you thought to yourself as he did that. 

“Sure, about what? What you’ve been making little notes on, Rogue?” 

It was like he read right through you as he took a step forward. Your words seemed to fail you and all you could do was nod your head. Ari reached for your folder and took it from you, thankfully it only had today’s notes in it. Your heart raced as Ari read through your notes, his face unreadable and you felt like a fish trapped in a net. 

“You really think all of this about me? You barely know me.” Ari said as he finally handed you your folder back. 

You cleared your throat as you finally found your voice again. “I have a pretty good judgment of character, part of what makes me good at my job.” 

Ari nodded his head at your answer as he took another step forward. “You really think I would make a good leader?” 

“I do. The men seem to respect you and you seem to actually care about what you do and that things are done correctly.” You managed to get out, you’re not sure how because it felt like you had peanut butter on the roof of your mouth. 

You’re not quite sure how it happened, and not that you were complaining, but you found yourself in a similar situation from your dream this morning. Ari had you pinned against the back of an office door that wasn’t too far from where you were. The two of you kissed each other hungrily and his tongue easily dominated yours with ease and you gladly let him. Your body was on fire as Ari roamed his hands all over it, eventually stopping on your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. You did your best to block out any irrational thought, or maybe it was rational but your brain was too muddled as Ari lifted you up and carried you over to an empty desk. Right now, all you cared about was enjoying this moment with Ari and nothing else. You knew deep down though just how delicate things between the two of you was going to be, but as Ari started to remove your shirt, you simply didn’t care.

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Just Red.

“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”

—Kait Rokowski

Summary: Peter sees a lot of himself in you. Post NWH

Pairing: Peter Parker x black!superpowered!Reader

A/n: Yeah ummm upon reflection idk how fitting this is for this challenge 😅 but hopefully there’s enough fluff under the oof? Written for @targaryenvampireslayer’s Blind Date challenge!! I’m so glad I finally finished this!! I got the prompt of hurt/comfort but there’s definitely whump in here too on the Reader’s part. Injury and blood mention/depiction again on the Reader’s part. Also I had the quote “Please. I can’t sit still.” A bit o’ smut ahead! Minors, ageless and blank blogs, and serial-likers DNI

Peter reached for the last corner piece of the brownie, only for his hands to go right through it. The image of it dissolved and he turned to find you eating it, already halfway through it.

“You are evil. How could you let me think there was still one left?!”

You shrugged. “Serves you right for forgetting to get milk on the way home for the third day in a row.”

Peter grumbled but couldn’t say much about it. He could have just let you get it; you were more than willing and had offered it. But it was the fact that Peter said he was going to and didn’t that stubbornly kept him re-committing to the promise.

He looked over at you and honestly, the simple delight on your face enjoying the brownie was more precious than him tasting it himself.

It’d been a year and a half since Peter first met you. Your dream and illusion powers only manifested after unauthorized testing at a local lab. You know how that goes. Peter saw so much of himself in you and for a while, you brought him back to his old self. He loved being Spider-Man again. He loved helping Queens. He loved getting old ladies across the street, doing flips for kids to ooh and ahh at, and webbing crowbar-wielding crooks to the hoods of the cars they tried to steal. All with you by his side. Spider-Man and Elysia. Queens had become familiar with both of you. And Peter had gotten familiar with you. Had gotten close to you. And maybe even—.

“Do they make, like, octagon shaped baking tins? Then we can have more corner pieces.”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

You froze with your thumb between your lips, in the middle of licking off the last bit of chocolate clinging to the pad of it. But Peter didn’t look away, didn’t backtrack his words. It had been years since he’d gotten close to anyone again after losing so many people. No one from his old life knew Peter Parker. But you did now. You were on your way to knowing everything about him that there was to be known.

“Oh.” You said finally, your hands limp in your lap as you stared up at him with big eyes.

“You don’t have to say it back—.”

“No, I’m gonna.”

“— I just had to let you kn— wait what?”

Your face softened into a half-grin. “I think I’m in love with you too.”

The breath caught in his throat and before he could realize what he was doing, Peter was reveling in the taste of chocolate. It was so much sweeter on your lips, on your tongue, gliding along his.

“I love you,” he declared again, just because he could, muffled the words against your mouth as you both clumsily groped at each other. He stumbled backwards as you stumbled forward, Peter’s hands on your sweatshirt not just pulling you to follow him, but pulling it off. You shoved at his sweatpants and the waistband caught his heel as he walked back into your bedroom.

But Peter always had quick reflexes when it mattered: fighting and fucking. He hoisted you into his arms as he fell back onto the bed, a nearly smooth transition save for the bounce on the landing.

Your noses smooshed together and both of you grinning made your kisses sloppy. Peter’s mouth descended wet and hungry down your bare chest, his tongue grazing a nipple before you pushed him down flat on the comforter.

You hooked your thumbs into the elastic of your shorts, tugging them down teasingly as you straddled him.

“I love you too. Wanna see?”

Peter groaned as he reached for your hips, nodding fervently. “Wanna see. Wanna taste.”

Maybe his Spidey-Sense had gotten more sensitive where it came to you. Maybe you somehow alerted him in the depths of his dream. One way or another, Peter woke up to an empty bed, surrounded in your scent, with your side cold. He sat up and looked around. No lights under the door to indicate you got up because you couldn’t sleep. No light from the bathroom to indicate you had to pee.

But your suit was gone.

You’d left his warm embrace to go out and fight in the streets. His heart felt hollow and frantic at the thought.

Peter could say he’d become a little more jaded since the whole ordeal with Mr. Strange. So many times he’d laid in his bathtub so he didn’t ruin the cheap carpet of his rental, wondering ‘What was it all for?’ He thought he got his answer when he met you. The spark had caught in him seeing it in you. Being the neighborhood Spider-Man had nothing on being the neighborhood Spider-Man with you.

But all in one moment, that luster had dulled. Panic gripped his lungs as he shot out of bed, lunging for the wristwatch that contained his nanotech suit.

His Spidey-Sense and general anxiety were both screaming for you. He slapped the watch on and didn’t delay as the nanotech jigsawed over his body.

“Karen! Where is she? Show me.”

He could see it now. The way MJ felt when he missed another one of their dates and came limping to her window later that night with flowers. The way May felt when she had to find out from his empty bed and the morning news that Spider-Man had been greatly injured in an Avenger battle the night before and word was that he was being cared for by their doctors in an undisclosed location. The way Ned felt when he was covering Peter’s absence only to find the plan had gone so left and Spider-Man was not where he thought he’d be and out of his depth.

It was how he felt now, kneeling over your sprawled body alone on a sidewalk, the street showing signs of struggle with a lamp post spitting sparks and a No Parking sign bent almost ninety degrees.

Peter hated that it had taken this for him to see. There was no glory in his many sacrifices. No gallantry in his broken promises. No selflessness in his selfishness. No beauty in the blood he shed to keep Queens safe. No beauty in your blood staining his hands.

It was just red.

“The Avengers have been spotted heading this way, Peter.” Karen alerted in his ear.

No.

He couldn’t let them have you. Couldn’t let them pull you deeper. He’d been regretting the day he brought you to the Tower almost as soon as he did it. They’d fooled him once, gave his teenage self delusions of grandeur and put his body on the line time and time again. And he could see it happening to you. Peter would be damned if he allowed that.

He looked down at you; weak, bloody, and laboring to breathe. He had to keep you safe. And the best way to do that was to get you away from them.

Your eyelids fluttered, the sunlight streaming in from the window was soft and you couldn’t tell if it was rising or setting from the tangerine hue. A quick canvass of your body told you: yeah, it all fucking hurt. You groaned, pain throbbing in the hip you’d fell on hard yesterday. Damn lizard-man with his damn strong ass tail. Now you knew how Pokemon felt to get tail-whipped and mentally apologized for all your Gameboy days.

Peter dashed into the room, his shoulder catching on the doorframe, he was moving so fast and unchecked.

“You’re awake, thank God!”

The concern and relief was stark on his face and it made you wince at the worry you caused him. Your lips hitched into an attempt at an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Pete. I… I really thought I could handle him by myself.”

“Shhh, I can’t get mad at you about that if I tried, not now that I can see your eyes open again.” Peter said, cupping your face gently. You leaned into his touch, feeling a stitch pull at your side as you did so.

“Shit. Help me up, babe.” You requested, reaching to brace yourself on his shoulder but he delicately maneuvered from your grip.

“Absolutely not.”

“Please? I can’t sit still, my hip feels like it’s rusted.”

Peter pursed his lips, checking over a few things at your bedside. “It’s probably from staying in bed for so long. I need to swipe more meds for you from Dr. Cho’s office.”

“What?! She didn’t give us those when she saw me?” You looked around, finally realizing the room was unfamiliar. “And where are we?”

“She didn’t see you. I got you out of there before they could take you back to the compound.” Peter’s jaw clenched as he avoided your eyes. “I’m not letting the Avengers keep their claws in us. We need to be free of them, live our own lives while we still have them.”

“Peter, are you crazy?! They’ll be wondering where we are! Yesterday, I was nearly dying in the street and today—.”

“That was four days ago.”

“— I’m missing…” your voice trailed off as his words leveled you. That… that couldn’t be. You couldn’t have been out for four days. Hell, your wounds even still felt fresh. But the haunted look in Peter’s eyes told you of the tireless vigil he had kept by your side, hoping that your eyes would open again.

“Baby, I love you. I will love you for the rest of my life, but I don't want that to be a short term promise to keep. I want to complain about mortgages and burn PTA meeting brownies and debate whether we should use the good dishes everyday because they’re dishes, dammit, they’re meant to be used!” His breath caught, oddly emotional as he laid out this life that you two could have. Simple. Normal. Peter inhaled deep and sighed it out. “No more Spider-Man. No more Elysia. Just two freaks trying to die of old age. Can we do that? Please?”

You think about that beating you’d taken the day before, no wait— four days ago. You’d received your share of bumps, bruises and cuts in the year or so since you and Peter teamed up. But never like this. You’d never felt pain so sharp your body shut down to protect you from it. You never had been nearly blinded by your own blood in your eyes. But Peter… you knew the stories he had. You knew the impossible feats and limits he’d pushed his body to in the past. And yes, you wanted to keep people safe but…

Was this all worth it?

Peter’s eyes and nose were red, you didn’t notice until just now. As if he’d been crying shortly before you woke up. And your resolve settled as you nodded shallowly.

“Yeah. Early retirement. Let’s do it. Just you and me.”

Peter sighed, relieved as he pressed his forehead against yours. “Just you and me.”

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𝕴 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉'𝖛𝖊 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖎𝖙 𝖂𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝙺𝚎𝚖𝚙

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.

𝚂𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕'𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

𝚇𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜.

Relationship: Steve Kemp x female!reader

Words: ~900

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex), mention of injuries, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: that’s three in 24 hours, I am spoiling you bitches.

You rolled over in your sleep and let out a soft sigh, your arm reaching out towards the empty side of the bed while your eyes slowly dragged open.

Steve was late. You had tried to wait up for him but you were exhausted. It was hard not to be worried about him, you were always worried about him. No matter how many times he assured you that there was nothing that could keep him from coming home to you, you would never feel relaxed or relieved until he was sharing your bed.

The front door barely creaked when it opened but you still heard it, sitting up and bed and letting the covers pool around your waist while you waited for him to come to you. His footsteps were heavy on the stairs, and every thud of his boots made your body ache for him all the more. It had been too long, you needed him, you missed the sight of his face. Or, whichever face he would be wearing at the moment.

When he paused at the door to your room you just rolled your eyes, leaning back against the headboard and calling out to him.

“I’m already awake, Steve,” You beamed at him when he sighed and opened the door, the smile only faltering a little when you saw the blood and bruises on his skin. “Why are you so late? What happened?”

“Do you really want to know?” He let himself relax when you just shook your head, starting to remove his clothes slowly even as his eyes drank in your naked body. “Something bad kept me, so I did something bad to make it back to you, that’s enough. How do you always know it’s me?”

You shrugged as he continued to undress, your eyes never leaving his face. Today he looked especially handsome, with a chiseled jawline and a dimpled chin, thick, dark wavy hair you wanted to bury your fingers in and blue gray eyes that made you shiver. But he was still Steve, your Steve.

“I just do,” you pushed the covers back once he was naked, gasping when he immediately crawled on top of you and pushed your legs apart. “You’re mine, I’d know you no matter what.”

“I still think one of these days you’re going to end up welcoming some bad man into your house just because you think it’s me.” He licked his fingers and reached between your thighs, biting his lip when he found you already wet and ready for him.

“Well there’s no one as bad as you, Steve,” you arched your back when he pushed two fingers inside you and curled them against the roof of your cunt. “Besides, you’re the only one with a key.”

He chuckled at that, nipping along the curve of your collarbone and pulling his fingers out of your slowly before kissing you on the lips. Steve kept his mouth molded to yours as he pushed his cock inside you, swallowing your moan and gripping your thighs tightly as he sank into you until his hips met yours. There was a pause once he was fully sheathed inside the slick heat of your pussy, while you shared the same breath and he let you adjust to his intrusion. It was always like the first time with him, maybe that was why you found him so intoxicating.

You didn’t have long to dwell on that thought though when he started to move. His body rolled against yours and you gasped, reaching up to wind your fingers through his thick hair and sucking on his bottom lip while he fucked you in long, deep strokes. Steve moved his hands from your thighs to your waist to your neck, holding you almost delicately even as his hips started to slam into you. The only constant he had in this world was you, and being inside you was the only time he ever felt like he was home.

His lips never left yours while he fucked you. Whether he was kissing you deeply or murmuring soft praises into your mouth he made sure you were sharing the same breath. He smiled and nudged your nose with his when you came for the first time, his tongue flicking along the seam of your lips while your pussy clenched so hard around him you almost pushed him out. You kept clutching at his shoulders to keep him close, though, your eyes bright and wild before they rolled back in your head as he hit you deep.

There was no way to know how much time had passed before he finally came inside you. You were laying on your stomach and panting heavily, covered in sweat and trembling as you moaned at the sensation of his thick spend filling your fluttering cunt. When he collapsed on top of you and groaned you just smiled, winding your fingers through those of his unfamiliar hands and letting yourself drift off to the sound of his breathing. You always slept best when he was inside you, no matter his form. He was your home just as you were his, and no matter what he was, he would always be yours.

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𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕰𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝕲𝖔 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖉

𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜 𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎.

𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚡𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚌𝚒𝚊 ~ 𝙰 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎.

Relationship: Charles Blackwood x female!reader

Words: ~1.4k

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!! explicit language, explicit sexual content (non-con, public sex, unprotected vaginal sex, marking), horror elements, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: my muse is awake and thriving?! Anyway, enjoy the creepy ghost sex, y’all. More monsters to come

You smiled as your maid of honor helped you do up the last of the buttons on your grandmother’s wedding gown, turning when she was finished and basking in the “oohs” and “ahs” of your bridal party. Everything was so perfect. The manor was beautiful and it really was the vintage wedding of your dreams.

But something still felt off. An occasional shiver would travel up your spine and you felt as though you were being watched. No matter how much you told yourself it was nothing, the feeling wouldn’t go away, causing you to look over your shoulder and your smile to falter. You thought you saw something out of the corner of your eye and tried to move your head quickly to get a better look, but whatever it was was gone.

Charles was enjoying setting you so on edge. Ever since you first came to his manor, his home, trying to decide if this was where you wanted to celebrate your love for your nothing of a fiancé, he had wanted you. You looked exactly like her, especially now that you were wearing her dress, and since he couldn’t have her when he was alive, maybe now he could have you while he was dead. In fact, there were quite a few things he could do whilst dead that he never would have dreamed of while he was alive.

Emboldened by the fact that neither you nor any of your bridesmaids could see him, Charles glided forward, ignoring the other women and focusing all his attention on you. When you shivered at his proximity he grinned wickedly, eager to see what other reactions he might be able to elicit from you.

The feeling of an ice cold finger dragging down the side of your neck made you gasp, your bridesmaids asking you what was wrong and only shrugging when you said it was nothing. You must have been going crazy, that was the only explanation for this. All of a sudden the finger turned into a hand that was gripping and massaging your breast, making you gasp again but only able to offer your bridesmaids a shake of your head when they inquired about your wellbeing. A second hand joined the first in fondling your breasts and you whimpered under your breath, swearing that you heard a lascivious groan in your ear and the chilly breath of some eerie presence on the back of your neck.

You suddenly realized that whatever was happening to you, it was making you wet, so wet you were worried about it soaking through your panties and staining your dress. Fortunately it was time for the procession, so you stood up to make your way to the hall where your ceremony would be taking place. Your hope that perhaps these odd sensations would cease once you left the bridal suite was quickly dashed, one of the freezing hands moving from groping your breasts to squeezing your ass. It was all you could do not to start crying, confusion and arousal making your head feel fuzzy as you stumbled after your bridal party and tried to keep your smile on your face.

Charles had never felt so elated in either life or death. He knew he was torturing you, but he didn’t care, groaning again when he smelled your pussy getting wetter and wetter. You were so soft and warm under his dead hands, your body more responsive than he could have ever dreamed. When he felt your nipple hardening under his fingers he gave it a pinch, tugging on it gently and chuckling again when you whined and squirmed for him.

It took everything in him not to grow even more bold before you had reached the hall. For everything he wanted to do to you, he also wanted an audience. The doors opened and he waited alongside you, his cock throbbing when he smelled your neck as your bridesmaids made their way down the aisle.

When you spotted your fiancé you finally forgot about all the strange things that had been happening to you for just a moment, smiling at how handsome he looked and beginning to make your way towards him so you could be joined as man and wife. Then you heard a tearing sound, and all the beautiful antique buttons that had decorated the back of your grandmother’s wedding dress scattered around you while everyone in attendance gasped. Suddenly you were on the floor and screaming, trying to bat away invisible hands as they tore at your ruined gown and delicate lingerie until your breasts were exposed to everyone in attendance.

They were all frozen, horror gripping them and keeping them from helping you as you pleaded and begged for whatever was happening to you to stop. Something was between your legs and your screams became even more frantic, your body thrashing wildly even as you were pinned down by some invisible force. It was pushing your skirt up your legs and you wailed, choking on your tongue when your cry was suddenly muffled by what felt like a freezing cold pair of lips. The utter shock allowed for your panties to be ripped off and discarded, and then your ghostly assailant was inside you.

Your cunt was so tight and warm Charles almost came on the spot. Instead he just roared with pleasure, a sound that every living being in attendance heard and was made to cower. He didn’t care about them, though, except for the fact that he wanted them to watch him fuck you into oblivion. Bruises were already raising on your breasts and the insides of your thighs from the brutality of his assault on you, and that just made him fuck into you even harder, ramming his cock as deep as it would go and grinding against your clit so you knew that he was giving you pleasure that you had never thought existed.

He reveled in the knowledge that your fiancé had a perfect view of your pussy stretched wide open around his invisible cock, loving that the poor man could see every ripple and flutter of your internal muscles when his violent movements wrenched an orgasm from your tormented body without warning. You even squirted everywhere, making a mess that Charles would have licked up if he still had the ability. For now he just settled for kissing you again as he continued to fuck you, swallowing your sobs and whimpers as your body quivered underneath him.

You had never felt more miserable or humiliated in your entire life. Every member of your family and all of your friends were witnessing you being assaulted by some spectral being and still your body betrayed you again and again. When your second orgasm took you you had to shut your eyes, silently praying that this was a nightmare and that soon you would wake up. But you knew it was futile. This was impossible, but it was real.

How could you ever look your fiancé in the eyes again? Knowing that he had seen you so utterly debased and used. And the man did nothing to stop it, just stood there and watched as pleasure was wrung out of your helpless body. It made you almost hate him even though all you wanted was for him to hold you and tell you everything was going to be alright. You knew it never would, though, not when every important person in your life had to watch you be completely and utterly degraded for the amusement of some spirit.

After your fourth orgasm Charles couldn’t hold back any longer, looking over his shoulder and laughing at the look of horror on your fiancé’s face as he started to pump his cum inside you. He knew how strange it must feel, so cold and thick as it coated your inner walls. And it would always stay with you, that small piece of him like a piece of ice that was piercing your heart and sticking to the most intimate part of you. As soon as he was finished he withdrew, sighing as he floated towards the ceiling and ignoring the sounds of your wretched cries as everyone suddenly broke from their terrified spell and rushed to your aid. He had finally gotten everything that he wanted, and he knew that you would never forget him.

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