#”well you gotta ‘kill’ me in a slightly different way and I’ll hand you my ‘phones”

[ponds-of-ink]

Y’know, I think that one user who suggested imagining horror game monsters selling you stuff was onto something.

Pretending that I’m having a casual conversation with Scraptrap as he’s hunting me down is doing wonders for my mood.

[vetitiscripta]

Would Ren get upset over MC wanting something to take care of? Obviously they know he’s an animal so they’re for sure worried he might kill a pet so they wouldn’t want to get a bunny or anything like that.

As a bird owner, I gotta know— would Ren mysteriously let them out their cages & die in the outside world? If MC was super protective of the birds & would make an active effort to keep them safe would Ren take it as an offense? Especially if they’re affectionate with the birds?

How would he lash out? Would it be at MC? The pet? Both?

i touched upon this slightly in my sfw/nsfw fox headcanons buuuuuut this is a fun topic so i will write a little something something for you <3 i do stand by what i said: i believe ren to be very jealous, even of pets he gets you. you will have to make sure not to pay too much attention to your pet otherwise you’ll wake up one day to him telling you he sold the pet on facebook

You had been good recently. There were no tantrums about your (well deserved) punishments, no begging to be let outside (you only wanted 5 minutes!), and no uncontrollable sobs about the situation you have found yourself in. You went about your days minding your own business, sticking your nose into Ren’s when he allowed you to (which was almost always, but he knew when you were prying too deep). It was perfect- so much so that Ren could almost trick himself into imagining that you two were a normal couple.

Even now as you two laid on the couch, his fingers carding through your hair as an anime played on the TV. It was the night before one of his trips- the ones where he sold poor, unfortunate souls (like you once were- still are?).He would be gone for a few days and you were soaking up as much time with him as you could. You had already packed his bags, allowing him the pleasure of being with you.

“I wish you could stay,” You whispered under your breath, knowing he had heard you. He laughed, arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer to him.

“Ah, wish that we could afford that luxury,” He ignored the look you gave him, the “we-are-so-rich-you-have-6-different-penthouses” look, “But worry not, my dear, for I will be back before you know it.” He kissed your head gently.

You sighed, “I know, but I get so lonely without you here. The men you have guarding this place when you leave are not good conversationalists.” Ren laughed again and you smiled. “I wish I could go with you or that we could be on the phone 24/7.” You traced a pattern into his shirt, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Ren hummed, agreeing with your wishes, but you could hear his hum change tone to indicate he was thinking. With an ‘Ah!’, he grinned down at you, “Why don’t I get you something to keep you company while I’m gone, hm? A pet for my little pet.” He pinched your cheek and you, surprisingly, didn’t swat his hand away, too focused on his proposal.

“A pet? I can get a pet?” You sat up, straddling him, and pressed your forehead to his, “Please! I’ll take the best care of it, I promise!” You were already listing names in your head, a mental shopping list appearing as well.

“Sure, why not? You’ve been behaving and I think this will keep you distracted from how much you miss me,” His hands began to rub circles in your hips. “I’ll leave earlier tomorrow morning to pop down to the pet store. You’ll have your very own pet before you wake up,” He almost didn’t get to finish his sentence as you pressed your lips against his. He laughed against you, hand tangling itself in your hair to deepen the kiss. “Now,” He spoke as you pulled away, “Why don’t you thank me properly for this gift?”

—

True to his word, when you awoke that next morning, a caged parakeet greeted you. She was a sweet little thing, a beautiful green color that reminded you of Ren’s eyes when the light reflected off them in just the right way.

You were so happy, instantly poking your fingers through her cage (you probably shouldn’t do that- you’d have to ask Ren if you could use the internet to research parakeets when he returns) and cooing at her. She was perfect and she was yours.

For the next two months, you took the best care of Kiki (you weren’t the best at names and couldn’t keep calling her ‘the bird’). You spent most of your time reading up on parakeets (under Ren’s supervision) and got all the best equipment for her (you had to be on your best behavior for those and even some extra). You spent most of your time with her on your shoulder, chatting with her and teaching her words or little phrases to say. There’s been more than one time where Ren has walked in on you and Kiki having conversations (well, you talking to her and her chiming in with words that can make sense for the topic). You once spent an entire day teaching Kiki a trick that lasted all of five seconds. You were so proud you could have cried.

Ren was happy for you- you finally had something to fill the silence when he was gone. But he finds that when he returns, even from trips that last longer than anticipated, you no longer rush to him, sticking to his side as if you’ve been glued there. Most times, you throw him a greeting over your shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you walk by, bird on your person. At first, he was almost as excited as you were to have the bird around. It was funny to see you talk to it, to have it fly around the place and retrieve little things for you to receive a treat. But now, he was almost starting to wish he’d never agreed to get the damned thing for you.

He admits it’s silly to be jealous over something like this. A bird no bigger than his hand? He wishes he could say he’s unaffected by this, that he doesn’t feel annoyance now when you approach the bird’s cage, sweet words falling off your lips when instead you should be saying them to him. It was stupid and he knows it. But he also knows that he didn’t spend all this time with you- do everything he has done for you to just be pushed to the side and ignored. You were still his pet, whether you remembered that or not.

Ren spent a few days planning on what he would do. He could have just punished you for ignoring him, returned back to the bunker with you. But there was the chance that you would behave for long enough for the wounds to heal before doing it again, subtle at first before going full force. He could have just taken the bird from you, make you watch him carry everything out. But that risked you being so upset with him that you wouldn’t talk to him or maybe even worse. (He could always just punish you if you never spoke to him again, but he wants you to talk to him freely instead of the forced words when a response is warranted.)

Ears flickering in annoyance, he wondered what he would do. Normally he was so planned out, always knew what to do, was three steps ahead of everyone. But you always threw him for a loop.

The setting sun pulled him from his thoughts, light blinding him as the sun lowered. Standing, he went to draw the window’s curtains, but stopped. Curtains in hand, Ren smiled.

That night, you smiled happily at him when he offered you a cup of tea, smiling into his own mug as you drank the entire thing and didn’t mention the weird aftertaste. You yawned for the third time within two minutes and Ren suggested heading to bed for the night. Nodding, you put Kiki away for the night and drew the curtains. A few minutes later when he was sure you were in a deep sleep, Ren opened all the curtains once more. He opened a window, enjoying the night breeze for a moment before opening the bird’s cage. He guided the bird onto his finger, taking a moment to actually look at it. He can’t deny it was a lovely bird. He’d picked it out himself- only the best for you. Grimacing at the bird, he held his hand out the open window and watched as the bird jumped off, flying out of view.

The next morning, he awoke to your panicked yelling of his name. Blinking the sleep away, he left the bedroom and met you in the living room. Tears were streaming down your face as you stood by the open window. Throwing on a mask of concern, he approached you, gingerly wiping your tears as he asked what was wrong.

“It’s Kiki, I don’t know what happened but she’s gone! I put her away last night, but everything was open when I got up.” You never suspected him, there wasn’t a look on your face that showed you did. And why would you? He’s been so kind to you- he took you with him when you begged him to, he saved you from killing yourself, he opened his home to you. He was the one who bought you the bird, was the one to suggest it in the first place.

“Oh, my love,” Ren’s gaze softened, “You feel asleep on the couch last night. I had to wake you up to get you to the bedroom. You complained that you were hot so you opened the window.” He watched as the pieces of his fabricated story fell into place for you. Your hands shot up to cover your mouth as you began to sob. He pulled you closer, hand rubbing your back in comfort.

“It is alright, my love. I am sorry you lost the bird, but maybe there is a silver lining. Maybe this just shows that a pet is too much of a responsibility at the moment. We can try again later when we are sure you are ready.” You nodded, sniffling as you clutched him tighter. Ren smiled, knowing that there would not be a next time, but he could let you dream.

[snakegorl212006]

The “Little Things” they do(Heartslabyul)

------------Riddle---------------------------------- “Is this tea to your liking” Riddle asked as he pours some in my cup and I just nod as i fix my outfit “Riddle I know I remind you of someone but do I really have to wear this? I don’t think this matches my style” i asked which he frowned . You said you would oblige me, did you not?” he asked “well yes but-” i was about to finish but seeing riddle’s face scares me a little. Unlike the irritated and angry faces he makes with ace and deuce, this felt different. Like something’s off.like he could kill me right now. “Were you lying when you said that?” he asked as the grip on his cup tightened and i shook my head no then he calmed down “I knew it. You wouldn't lie to me although I must argue, the dress/suit really suits you well. I see no other wearing them” Riddle smiles and I nod awkwardly trying to brush off what has happened. “You had me worry for a moment. I though you were trying to make me upset. You wouldn't want to make me angry right?” he asked “ n no.” I replied,he beamed “Good. I’ll be right back. I want to see how the tarts are coming along” Riddle said as he dismissed himself from the table. This gotta be the first time I’ve ever seen that angry face directed towards me.

-----------Trey--------------------------------------------- “Smells good in here” I mumbled as I reached the kitchen. “Good evening,(y/n). You’re just the person I wanted to see today” Trey said as he stirred some pastry dough “I need to make some filling for some cream puffs can you start making the filling for me” He asked and I nodded. He’s done stuff for me might as well return the favor right. Per his instructions I prepared and made the mixture to the T. then i began stirring in my own little world when a cold chill was felt behind me and a hand wrapped around mine “you’re mixing it wrong. You’re supposed to be more gentle with it” Trey said as he moved the stirring spoon in my hand,mixing the filling slowly and carefully while he placed the other on my hips like he’s keeping me stable. Once done he took the bowl from my grasp and set it aside “thank you for the help i appreciate it” he said as he kissed my hand before I left. I wonder when he began to be so touchy?

----------Deuce-------------------------------------- “T this is for you” Deuce said as he held out a singular flower out to me “aww. That’s so sweet of you deuce” I said as i took the flower “are you cleaning the manor today. Can i help?” Deuce asked eagerly “well ya, i am. It’s nothing i need help with-” i could barely get the rest out as he sprinted away. I sighed and let deuce clean whatever he thought was dirty or dusty. Really i was just going to sweep the second floor and dust the paintings. While i was dusting Deuce came running up the stairs eager to see me “I cleaned the down stairs for you” He said “oh thank you. I guess that leaves one less thing to take care of. Anyway what’s all this for” I asked he looked down slightly “I remember helping you with chores like this. Its a way we spend our days together” He replied oddly enough “well who am I to deny your umm…. Nostalgia” I chucked “than can i stay with you. I always wanted to go into ramshackle with you” deuce beamed as he grabbed my hand “I don’t think you can” i replied “We can try. I can try. I’ll even break down the door if it means we can get inside” Deuce smiled as his grip tightens “umm how about we just take a walk around the property. Maybe chat about your memories” I spoke finding some quick way to snap him out of whatever zone he was in “oh that’s fine too. Shall we” he said as he let go of my hand. What’s gotten into him?

---------Ace---------------------------------------------- “HA HA I won! Finally!” ace exclaimed as he slaps down the final uno card “you’re a fast learner” I smiled as I equally enjoyed myself “Do i get a prize” Ace asked “a prize?” I questioned and he nods “if you win a game you get prizes. Money, bragging rights, even valuables.” Ace listed “well i have nothing on me right now so maybe we could ask trey to bake you some treats or something” I offered “hmmmm…That’s not fair. You lost~” he said as he rest his head on his hand “how about a kiss” Ace asked “I don’t think I’m capable of doing that” I chucked “Why not. You never hesitated before. Come on just on the cheek” He smiled “or do you want me to just steal one from you” he asked with a certain… hostility. “Fine, fine. Come here” I said. He smiled widely and practically skipped over. He went on his knees and I bestowed a kiss on the cheek satisfying him…for now at least. Although he was always satisfied when I offered Trey’s treats. Wonder what changed?

--------Cater--------------------------------------------------------- I couldn't move. The cold shot me awake but I couldn't move. This happens many nights in a row. I’ll give it 3. Sleepless,cold ,and motionless. Truly a horrifying experience. “You don’t look so well” a voice spoke snapping me out of my slight trance. How long was i staring at that wall. I turned to see Cater “oh it’s just I haven’t been sleeping well these past few days I was staying here” I explained “oh that’s too bad. How about I’ll make you some tea before bed” Cater offered. I nod. That night before bed, Cater prepared some tea of my liking then disappeared somewhere. The warm drink relaxed my body and mind almost like a soft invisible blanket or a nice lullaby. I should thank Cater personally so I began making way to the art room. I didn’t see Cater but what I did see was an uncovered painting. Curiosity got the best of me so I took a peak. To my horror and surprise it was a painting of me asleep “do you like it” A Cater spoke from behind which made me jump “This one is much better then the last. At least i would think so” he adds “...but why in my sleep” i asked “I like to see you in your most natural state. I told you this remember..well it was some time ago.” he said as he placed his hand underneath his chin “I wonder why you dislike it. Were you lying when you said you didn’t mind or has time chipped your memory” Cater mumbled but quickly waved it off “anyways. It’s late and you should be asleep. I’ll be up and fixing and making final touches” Cater stated as he passed me. I couldn't sleep after that. “Did I really say that?”

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

OC in 15: Kira Sato

rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

thx for the tag!!! @topaz-carbuncle

YOOO THE WAY I GOT SO EXCITED TO DUST OFF MY OC

anyway, i screwed around with the raildex universe and created an oc based off that. unfortunately none of this is published because i basically rewrote the entire thing to the point that it's like in a place where it's not original fiction but also not *quite* fanfiction anymore

1) “How does it feel, hmm? To have someone wrap their fist around your heart? Don’t be prepared to dish out pain unless you’re willing to receive it.” Upon seeing his lack of a response, she slightly tilted her head. “I wasn’t able to do Blood Flow before. You and your ‘sensei’ knew that better than anyone, but ever since you attacked me, I’ve only been able to control one medium at a time. Man, I was pissed, but it turns out I have more control if I’m only controlling one. I was never able to do this before, but now thanks to you, I can. Do you understand what’s about to come next?” 

2) “I’m killing again for the sake of this power.” Now that they were dead, the grief returned. She leaned back against a wall, sliding down, her head buried in her hands. “The only way to repay them is to perfect my power. I need to get stronger so I can protect them. Yes, that’s the only way to make sure they didn’t die in vain.”

3) “Oh? So you were wanting to kill me. I should kill you a million times for that, you know!” she yelled out as she squeezed down on her neck. “My abilities let me heal, you fucking idiot. If you’re gonna try to kill me, you gotta make sure you finish the job.”

4) “I really did expect just a little bit more of a challenge from you. The times that I’ve fought next to you were quite amazing. Really, they were. It’s amazing how befuddled people get when they realize that your right hand can cancel out abilities. The only thing with me is that I know how to counter that right hand of yours. After you take that out of the equation, what else do you have left? What else can you do?” Kira gave him a gentle smile. “You made a good effort. You made a really good effort. So it’s about time you had a rest!”

5) “I’m not the type of person that saves people.”

6) “I’m not a good person,” she whispered. “I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve you, I-”

7) “We’ve played this song and dance before and to be honest, your track record isn’t working in your favor. The only way you’re getting out of this is to tell me where she is and maybe, just maybe, I’ll kill you quickly.” 

8) “If I have to forget who I am to save her, I will,” Kira said with an empty look in her eyes.

9) "...monster I was always meant to be. That's right. Kihara Kenkyuu had always said that something was special about me. Takaki Yoshi said that my abilities were different. Maybe I really am a monster."

10) "Do you want to live or die? It’s your choice. That damned Kihara Seigo might have made it so that I can’t control who the hell I kill when I touch them, but that’s a different case with you, isn’t it?” Kira currently held up one of the Hound Dog lackeys that was unfortunate enough to have gotten separated from the rest.

11) “Do you ever shut up?” spat out Kira to silence the man. She grabbed the piece of steel stabbing into the man. “What a pain in the ass. Just asking me to kill you is too vague. I’ll move this thing around to tear your insides to pieces if you keep going down this route.”

12) “Do you really think there is any path left that will save you? After living in this world, trampling on so many people, and making enemies of me and that bastard Kihara Seigo, do you really think you can still live a happy life? That’s bullshit and you know it. You’re utter trash. How many people have you killed?” 

13) “Oh? Then you need a hospital,” continued the Level 5 with a grin. “Of course, I could heal you, but-” Kira shrugged and then looked towards him with scorn. “You idiots took that control away from me. So it looks like there’s no salvation for you here, but you won’t die. Not this easily. I’ll make sure your suffering lasts. Keep living on that hopeless path of life so I can relieve some stress.”

14) “Sorry about that,” Kira said with an uninterested look on her face. “I swore to a certain someone that I wouldn’t be participating in this shit anymore, but it looks like I fucked up.” A laugh leaked out. “You see, if I had my abilities, I probably could have ‘adjusted’ the trajectory of the shell so that it would’ve landed in your leg and removed your ability to walk temporarily or something like that. But oh wait,” Kira looked at the woman with a mocking expression. “You fucks took that away. Karma really is a bitch, you know.”

15) “Sorry,” apologized Kira while cutting her off. “I may be trying to walk on the path of good now, but you lot really pissed me off. I just can’t rest peacefully without finishing the job.”

tagging writer moots :3 (sorry if you don't have oc's or reader lines to use ksjdflskdjf): @chaotic-on-main @leviismybby @lucysarah-c @jayteacups @the-traveling-poet @sixpennydame @flametrashira @kingkonoha @wyvernslovecake @peachdues @postwarlevi + anyone else that wants to show off their oc's!

[gothic-thoughts]

Ghosts

Josuke Higashigata x Black GN Reader Fluff

AGEDup! RoomiesAU, ModernAU, Platonic(no ship)

Word Count: 1123 (give or take)

Hearing loud shuffling and rummaging from downstairs, I take off my headphones to listen better and sigh, wondering which one of my clumsy roommates was getting into trouble. I pause my music, resting my phone and headset on my bed before I make my way out my room. I jog down the stairs, grabbing the pole of the banister to spin off the last step.

I walk into the kitchen to see (Y/n) rummaging through the cupboards. Cans and different containers of food were scattered all over the counters making me contort my face in confusion. I watch for a couple more seconds as they add cans to one of the shelves in the wide open cupboard.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm reorganizing this cluttered ass kitchen."

"Cluttered?"

"I blame you for real."

"Wha- me?!"

"Yeah cuz whenever we go food shopping, you and Okuyasu just throw whatever wherever, with no system--no home training!"

"No home training?! Hey, if it's one thing I have, it's home training!"

"You sound too confident."

"I am!"

"Then you're just a bad friend cuz I wouldn't let my friend go around thinking it was okay to put perishables in the damn cabinet!"

I tune out the rest of their rant when hearing the soft creaking of wood from somewhere. Okuyasu isn't here right now so nobody else is walking around in the house; so what the hell is that? Wait! My eyes dart to the shelf behind them as they spoke, seeing it sink slightly from the weight of the cans on it. They suck their teeth and turn back to the cabinet with another can.

"(Y/n), wait!"

They look over their shoulder as they place it on the shelf, "Hm?"

"Shining!"

My stand appears and in a half a second it caught the cans before they hit the floor or them. (Y/n) staggers backwards with a gasp while I sigh from, clutching my chest and trying to catch my breath. That was close. I take a few steps towards them to ask if they were okay but freeze realizing they were pointing at Shining Diamond while he fixed the shelf and put all cans back.

Shit. They stammered in confusion and fear making my eyes widen. Shit-shit-shit! Should I tell 'em? I can’t not, right? they were right there! It’s too late to play it off, I didn’t react like they did.

“Josuke, we gotta call someone. Yeah, I think we should call someone." Their voice trembled as they struggle to stay calm, "You know, paranormal wise. Or dip. Yeah, dipping; that sounds like the smartest thing to do right now.”

“Uh wh-what for?”

"You don’t see the cans floating? Maybe I'm tripping..."

"I-I...well--maybe it was the wind...?" Am I dumb?

They run to the living room, "Did you let me move into a haunted apartment?!”

Dammit. Now or never; and never’s not really an option. "Uh...if I tell you, you...you gotta promise you won't freak out anymore.”

“What? Josuke–!”

“And that won't tell anyone."

They back away, "You're haunted?! The ghost attached itself to you?"

"What, no! I mean, well..." I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose, "Just listen! Ah jeez, Mr. Jotaro's gonna kill me."

"Josuke, I'll kill you if you don't tell me what the hell's going on. If this is one of your pranks, I swear, Imma fuck you up."

"Okay, alright! Just promise you won’t tell anybody, I mean it. It could mean big trouble for all of us, especially you cuz you don’t have a Stand.”

“A Stand?”

“(Y/n)!”

“Okay, okay I swear! Just explain!”

I sigh deeply, "My...Stand fixed everything.”

"Who? Your what?"

"Yeah; he's like...my soul...personified...kinda so I call it a ‘who’ cuz it’s basically just me. But you could call it an ‘it’ if that makes you feel better."

"No, no; I’ll call him a ‘him’ if that means he won’t hurt me.”

“It's okay; we’re one in the same.” I chuckle nervously, “It won’t hurt you if I don’t want to, like I said it’s basically me. It’s just easier if I show you.”

 I hold up my hands in surrender and step towards them, hoping they believe me. They take a deep breath follow me back to the kitchen, even if it was just the doorway. Shining Diamond emerges from my body and picks up one of the cans from the newly fixed shelf, making (Y/n) gasp and look at me with wide eyes before slowly stepping further into the kitchen.

"This has gotta be one of your pranks."

"Sorry, you can't see him. You're not a stand user so you can't; only other users can."

They cautiously step toward him, "Can...I touch it?"

"What, the can or Shining?"

"I thought you said 'Shining'; is that what you named him?"

"Yeah, Shining Diamond; and you can’t touch him either." I scratch the back of my head, realizing how I sound, "Sorry again."

"So, you have to call him when you need him?” They laugh, “Like a Pokémon?"

"No, it was just a reflex! Cuz, you know, I didn't want you to bite the dust."

 They poke the can, gasping when I doesn't move cuz of my Stand's grip on it. They chuckle as they swipe their hands around it, looking from wires or anything suggesting I was pranking them.

"Think of it as my spirit animal that protects me. I use it to protect others. Cool, huh?"

“Yeah.” They sigh in awe, hand phasing through Shining’s, “Is that how he fixed the shelf?"

"Yep, he has the power to fix or heal stuff; animals, objects, people, anything really. Except myself, unfortunately."

"Part of me what's to see what he looks like; it's not like a biblical angel, right?"

"You really believe me? Like really, you're not being sarcastic or anything?"

"Hard not to; there's a can floating can in our kitchen."

"Fair enough. Still, I feel like I should call Mr. Jotaro so he can explain it better. Then again, it’s not like you have one...”

"Your hot friend has one too?!"

"Don't call him hot, I'm pretty sure he has a wife!"

"And he happens to be a very beautiful man with the luckiest wife in the world."

"Hey!"

"Just sayin'." They shrug, "So what's his called?"

"Star Platinum; he can stop time for a few seconds."

"That's so cool. What 'bout Okuyasu?"

"Yep."

"Rohan?"

"Mhm."

"Koichi?"

"He didn't, but he has one now."

"Lit; how can I get one?"

"Well you gotta be born with it."

"Then how did Koichi get one?"

"Long story short: he almost died."

"Oh, so life-threatening circumstances?”

“Yeah.”

“Noted, I don't want one that bad. I just wanted to see what Shining Diamond looks like."

"Uh...sorry?"

[thedarkestgreys]

"don't go. stay" FEXI 🥺

“Baby, yo’ moms is gon’ murk my ass if she finds me here,” her boyfriend whispers as Lexi helps him climb in through her bedroom window.

It’s just after two o’clock in the morning, Suze is asleep in her bedroom down the hall and Lexi is taking advantage of Cassie still being off at college. Deep down she knows Fezco has a point - her moms really taken to him over the last year but that doesn’t mean she’d be too keen on Lexi sneaking him in through her window.

Despite the fact she’s dating a drug dealer, Lexi’s never really done anything bad. Always a good girl, always following the rules and with the end of her Senior year of high school on the horizon, she feels justified in throwing some caution to the wind. It’s not like she’ll get grounded for this - her mom knows they’re having sex, she’s the one that made sure Lexi got on birth control pretty much as soon she walked back in the house after their first date last year, all heart eyes and giddy excitement over a boy for the first time ever.

“Only if we get caught,” she murmurs, sliding the window pane back down and flicking the lock.

Fezco sits on her little loveseat in order to take his Jordan’s off, untying the shoes before carefully placing them beside the end of her bed. His black beanie comes off next, tossed carelessly on to the seat beside him as he slips the heavy chain he wears outside his hoodie off, before removing that item as well. Lexi leans back against the metal baseboard of her twin sized bed, her sheep printed sleep set exposing her long legs and midriff to her boyfriend's hungry gaze.

He can’t seriously be concerned about being caught when he’s looking at her like that, now can he?

“Guess I was wrong,” Fez gruffs a little laugh. “You gon’ kill me first Lex. How you out here lookin’ like a fuckin’ snack in sheep pajamas?”

Lexi looks down at her favorite night clothes and shrugs. Honestly, they’re probably due for retirement, since she’s been wearing them since seventh grade.

“They’re old,” she mutters, tugging the shorts down a little to cover her ass better. “If I had known you were coming over, I would have picked something different.”

Fezco quirks an eyebrow. “You the one that invited me up shorty.”

She feels her face flush. “Well yeah, after you said you were done working and nearby.”

Fezco hefts himself off the loveseat and closes the short gap between them swiftly, something almost predatory in his eyes as he presses her into the cool metal of her bed frame. His eyes stare down at her with a look that's equal parts lust and love and Lexi feels her knees grow weak.

“Just wanted to see you for a moment ma,” Fez rasps, voice hitting his lower register and instantly making her turn into goo. “Figured you’d sneak out the front door for a few minutes. Didn’t really think you’d have my ass climbin’ through yo’ window.”

Lexi gulps, Fezco’s mouth a hair's breadth away from hers. All she’d need to do is push up just slightly from where he has her caged against her bed in order to finally meet her mouth with his. Instead she remains frozen as her boyfriend lifts his hand to push her hair off her cheek, his large hand coming to rest firmly against the side of her neck.

“There a reason you invited me up, Lex?” he murmurs, lips barely brushing against hers.

Her reasoning hadn’t been all innocent, to be frank. Her uncomfortably wet panties were proof enough.

“I think you know,” she finally manages to whisper back, finding the strength to press herself up on her toes ever so slightly in order to capture his mouth with hers.

The hand resting against her neck instantly moves to grip to back of it, hauling her all the way up against him. Fezco parts her mouth with his tongue, Lexi allowing him to swallow down the moan she lets out.

He parts them with a harsh breath. “Gotta be a good girl and keep it quiet baby, or Imma have to go. I don’t wanna get you in trouble with Suze.”

Frantically Lexi shakes her head. “I’ll be a good girl,” she nearly begs, almost delirious with want. Lexi can feel the way Fezco’s hard cock is pressing into her lower stomach, and more than anything she’d like to feel it pressing into something else. “Don’t go. Stay. I can be quiet.”

Her boyfriend smirks down at her. “Doubt that girl, you get loud as fuck. But I’m down to give it a try if yo’ ass is.”

[hyperiongremlin]

Chapter six- modern au

This chapter required a lot of research, both in terms of medical stuff and legal proceedings. It’s pretty long and might be a bit of a slog but theres a good bit of exposition about Rhys and the relationship that he has with Jack and Tim. There are some big TWs for this chapter which include:  transphobic langauge (by Katagawa), internalized transphobia, descriptions of FTM anatomy (no bottom surgery), vomitting (brief), needles (brief mentions), stiches, blood, medical settings mentions of pregnancy and medication noncompliance. This chapter is over 9000 words long as well. I can’t really post much of it on tumblr so I’ll leave some choice exerpts.

Rhys followed Dr. Clarke down the sterile white hallway, which somehow distinguished itself from all the other white hallways of the modern home. He was certain he would accidentally break Tim and Jack’s hands from how hard he gripped them. Guilt, shame and disgust pooled in his stomach, melting together into a leaden alloy weighing him down. It wasn’t fair to ask this of Jack and Tim, to waste their time, to endanger their child. All because he couldn’t just get it together and stand up to Katagawa. Angel and Violet could have DIED, and what did he do? He sat there and took it. Were he a better man, a better father, maybe things would have been different. Tears welled in his eyes once more and he choked back a sob. His legs shook and then gave way as he sunk to the floor sobbing. Jack and Tim immediately kneeled next to him, each carefully maneuvering their hands so Rhys could still squeeze them.

“‘Why? Why are you helping me? I almost got them killed, and… and when he came… came after me I fucking hid. An-and I let him do that to me, [...]”

...

“Rhysie? Kitten? We’re here because we want to be, because we care about you, and I don’t want to start lecturing you about every- never mind. Cupcake, I know it’s gotta be hard right now. Everything’s crumbling and it feels like you’re flying blind, and that’s fucking terrifying, I won’t tell you it gets better instantly because I’m not a liar. But please Rhys, know that you’re loved, appreciated and really friggin’ important to us,” Jack said, his voice was strained as if he himself were fighting with a sea of emotions. Rhys looked up at Tim, who was nearly breaking his hand. Tim’s pale pink lips trembled slightly, eyes squeezed shut.

“Rhys, we just want you to be ok, you’re such a wonderful person and you don’t deserve any of this… this bullshit! And if we can make it even just a little bit better for you, we’re gonna do that,” Tim choked out. Jack rubbed the redhead’s arm comfortingly.

The trio stayed on the white linoleum floor for a few minutes. Then the pain started. Rhys shrieked.

“Wh-why is it only hurting now?” he cried.

...

“You wanna hear all my theories on that Handsome Jack guy?” Rhys asked. Tim quirked a brow and Jack snorted.

“Uh yes I absolutely need to hear these, but first let me ask you something,” Jack said.

“Yeah?” Rhys said.

“If you were offered a position at Hyperion, say senior president of marketing, would you take it?” Jack asked. Rhys had to laugh at the absurdity of the question, but if they were playing in hypotheticals, why not entertain Jack? “Yeah I would, in a heart beat! I could actually afford Vi’s meds and my own, and I’ve heard you get a lot more creative freedom at Hyperion, I mean their ads are always so memorable!” Rhys said, clearly excited. Jack smiled and nodded.

“Alright let’s hear your theories about the CEO guy,” Jack said.

“Ok ok so Vaughn came up with this one, but he thinks Handsome Jack or his partner might be trans, which like, wow said partner would probably have the nicest top surgery scars ever, if they’re removing their breasts I mean, not like my stupid zipper tits,” Rhys said and then froze, tears welling in his eyes.

“What's wrong? Hey, hey its ok,” Tim murmured, stroking Rhys’ arm.

“He, he called them zipper tits, I transitioned a year after we had Violet and right before I left him, maybe a year, I got my top surgery. And every time I got undressed he’d call them that,” Rhys sobbed. A second hand rubbed his back, Rhys assumed, based on where Tim was, that the second hand was Jack’s.

[unknownjpegs]

sire

She pauses in front of the diner because the thing parked horizontally across two spaces — an asshole thing to do, were it not two in the morning — catches her eye.

And then, the person sitting alone at a table within snatches her attention entirely. 

There’s a little bell that jingles as pushes the door open and glides in. Her chunky heeled boots clack arrhythmic on the tile — one of them is hollowed on the bottom.

“Not interested,” he says, sparing not even a passing glance over his mug. “Keep on.”

“That is rude.” Ina slides into the booth across from him, fisting her long fingers together and ignoring the sticky tabletop beneath them. She kicks both feet up, two different color sneakers, to either side of his knees.

“I like your ride.” She says it like, I want it. Give me the key. Give me the key, or I’ll find it myself. I’ll take it.

The man looks at her now, eyes darker than the disgusting looking slop in that mug. No cream, Ina notes. No sugar. 

“Why’s it gotta be mine?” He lifts a shoulder. “Could be anybody’s.” 

Ina’s mouth curls at the word. Anybody. She glances around at the near-empty diner, eyebrows arched condescendingly. The kitchen door swings — the waitress with the sun-leathered skin and crinkled lines framing her mouth has retreated. Perhaps, if she’s intelligent, at the sight of Ina. 

“Hers?” 

He shrugs again. 

“His?” 

Now he turns in the seat, which Ina thinks is… funny. Maybe a little naive — or, maybe, it’s naive of her to assume that of him. Anyway, he turns. It puts her in his peripheral, and her eyes fall to his neck. Dark brown skin, unmarred, smooth. She’s not particularly thirsty; old, grungy trucker had bought her big give me a ride, hitchhiker’s eyes not a moment ago. Hadn’t been smart enough, or lacked the proper low-light vision, to see the crimson of her irises. 

There’s another trucker tucked into the far corner of the diner, arms crossed over a barrel chest and beer gut. He’s got a Gone Fishin’ hat pulled over his eyes. He’s either, Ina thinks, asleep or dead or too drunk to have any semblance of awareness the former states might offer. 

“Fuck no,” the man across from her says with an amused scoff. “‘Sides, dickhead looks like he’d prefer to drive a Harley — ” He snorts. “Right through the front of a Cabela’s, hey?” 

Ina’s mouth curls in a slow, delighted grin. “You are far from home.”

He turns back to her. His stare’s lingering amusement has dampened slightly by a new, careful assessment. “So are you.” 

“I’m longer from home than you think.”

“Longer?” His lips twitch now too. “Not farther. You look young.”

“Would you believe I still get carded?” Ina tilts her head, smile widening. “And you? Where’s your home?

He slides a hand from his jacket pocket. A wooden stake, hand-carved, is placed in the center of the table. 

“Not here, that’s for fuckin’ sure. I’m on my way to see a friend.” 

Ina rumbles a low, chilling laugh. 

He says it like a warning and a promise. Says it as young women often do, when they fear someone knows they are alone and will be for some time. There’s someone waiting on me. Someone that loves me. Someone that is expecting me, so if you hurt me or if you kill me, I won’t just disappear. If you hurt me, you won’t ever get rid of me fully. I’ll make your life worse, even in death, because if I can’t escape, you won’t either. They’ll know, and they’ll come looking for you.

“Will it work, do you think?” She points at the stake.

“Been known to, on occasion.” He volleys back. “You’d be surprised at the problems a little piece of wood can sort out.” He spins it with one finger, eyes on her. “Figure if you try anything, I might as well try anything too.”

“Is that where you’re traveling? To find a herd to cull?” 

He sits up slightly in the booth when she shifts. She hasn’t moved — hasn’t twitched or fidgeted or breathed since placing herself across from him. 

“Still think it’s mine, then?” 

Leather jacket, black t-shirt, several chains of varying weights around his neck, a holster or a harness of some sort crossing his broad chest. Ina’s smile widens. She tosses herself to the side, inky hair spilling over the shiny, squeaky red seat. It catches on a tear in the cheap upholstering as she glances under the table — dotted with decades worth of unscraped gum. 

There is a scrape on the toe of his boot where the leather has worn down. Mark that is specific to a pair of shoes that knocks between the starter, the brake, and the gear shift.

Ina slow lifts up, peering at him from the edge of the table with one glittering red eye. It’s set behind thin, crimson-tinted glasses shaped like flames. 

“Not for long.”

*

It is a battle, and a fucking fierce one at that. Perhaps one of the most wild she can remember as of recent — and that memory stretches centuries. There is a spark there, held tight in his chest and zipping through veins like the red water of life. He puts that spark in his fist and swings it, incensed by the light and heat.

But it is, after all, a fight that can only end in one way. Ina is Ina; he is young and alone, passion and fury aside. At the end, she feels no anger even though she has been hurt. It only makes her prideful. She chose right. Chose well. Yes, she’s torn raggedly by the end, flayed and burned and missing bits — but eventually, quickly, it will all heal into smooth and unmarred flesh. She’ll be made whole again, as she was. As she always has been. 

He is not so fortunate. He will be whole soon, because he’s proven himself, and Ina will let him heal. 

“It may be,” Ina whispers as she withdraws from his throat, wiping the back of her hand delicately over her mouth. “Thou shalt be as we.” 

“Fuck — off.” 

Her other hand softens from its cruel wrench of his head backwards, petting instead over this cheek to cup it.

“Thank you,” Ina says, because thirst quenched is a gift given. She wipes her palm over the punctures and its sluicing blood, offering him a bit of dignity in cleanliness as his arteries pump it to the ground. Although she’s sated, now overfull, Ina licks it from between her fingers. Disrespectful to waste.

He glares up at her, fading and fight long gone; yet, remnants of that fury uglying his face in a callous, bitter sneer. For now, he hates her. 

You’re supposed to say, ‘and ye?’, she thinks as she parts the thin skin of her palm with a fang. It bisects that tattooed moon, rends the image of it into a waning gibbous. There is nothing he can do as she lifts the wound to his mouth, which is mottled wetly red from an injury of his own. There is nothing he can do while she squeezes it onto his tongue.

“Do you know that one, know how it ends? Cain says, and ye? and Lucifer responds: Are everlasting.” She shakes her head, grin sly. “You have got to hand it to them. That’s good stuff, ah? They get some things right. Everlasting… so I give you this, a bagong buhay.”

“Quoting — Byron…and you — “ he gulps wetly, air retreating from lungs that compress for the final time, alveoli that pink with blood for the final time, and bronchi that draw breath out of necessity for the final time. “Call — me — stereotypical? Fuck — you.”

They are the last words that leave his mouth in this life. Ina shrugs and watches closely as it slips from him.

Not all fledglings survive the next part. Physically, of course, none of them do. But Ina has lived long enough to know that most breathing things can survive bodily. There is a certain, rare strength for one to mentally endure. To resist horror. To embrace what comes after. There would be no drink, no eat, no breathe without the mind beckoning the body to do so.

Some don’t have that strength. For as many as Ina has created she has ended perhaps double. She could weep at the number, because she tries to remember each. Some she bestows this gift upon are maddened by the transition. So unmade by the making that it’s a merciful kindness to themselves and others to feed them to a tall, tall fire. 

Anyway, the nature of gifts is not to be received - but to be offered in the first place. 

So, having offered and honored, Ina watches. 

He goes limp. His mouth slackens. When it does, she shuts it gently with fingers beneath his chin. The flesh is cooling, already. It will soon become warm again — not with life, but the burn. His eyes flutter next, then fix cloudily distant to a point over her shoulder. Finding, somewhere, that thing that Ina herself has only seen once before. 

She maintains her gentle touch as she drags that broad, limp body upright. Maneuvers him to her back with her jacket as a swaddle, its sleeves tied tight around her waist.

Ina carries him like she thinks she might have once been carried as a child. She encircles his arms around her shoulders, legs crossed and tucked to her hips. She’s sleight, more than half his weight, but it makes no difference to her strength.

She begins walking. Begins their journey. 

Halfway through, his breathing slows to a rate that would kill him if he were not already going. Already gone. Ina knows this metamorphosis intimately, as she might know a centuries-old lover. The change requires days to take. First this black-void fever, then death without rot. They have time for her to pace and enjoy the scenery as it passes.

Alone and yet companioned, with time to spare, Ina ruminates:

What a sweet thing it is, what a mercy, to taste the end. To continue, even after you’ve been shown your end, cauterized, and allowed to wet the frayed edge and weave more. 

Blood is a life, a life, a life, continued. That is love — that is what Ina gives. A new beginning is not a curse, but a blessing. Go again, and keep on. 

Keep on.

He understands. He’d said that to her in that diner. How could those words have been anything less than a sign? She would drink from anyone, but she would be, as the foolish ones said, damned if she shared this with just anyone. 

Because, circumstances and bureaucratic requirements of this turning aside, she would likely find him worthy to be made new regardless. She saw it in the pulse of veins and thrum of a heartbeat, the unwavering tenacity and instinct in their fight.

He would not be a simple number on paper, nor a diagonal tally upon the wall, nor a body among the rank and file, nor someone’s substitute or plaything or surrogate. She would not allow it.

You, she sneers, are not a replacement. A stand-in. That bitter, wretched thing did not deserve blood in the first place. Monster. Monsters. 

Their destination is a grand old manor, hidden in the countryside. This land, although ravaged with a familiarity that aches in her chest, still has such places. Veiled, secret, ancient ones. Where the inhabitants are fickle, but welcome her nonetheless. 

*

The first words from his new mouth, same mouth, in this new life, same life:

“What have you fucking done?” 

She expects the cold, embittered edge. Would be disappointed if she didn’t hear it tucked within the words, because even in life he’d held that iciness in him up to top of his skull. Overfull with it, as she had been overall with the sweet metallic warmth of blood, of platelets, of cells. Life received, life given in turn. 

Buried deep, below the unforgivingly gruff exterior, is a sense of justice that she respects. Kindness. Most importantly, a mean streak. She likes that best. 

“What else could I have done?” She says. “What more? I gave you eternity.”

Gave herself, gave life, gave power. She explains this from her seat at the end of the grand canopied bed. This room is Ina’s — Jacqueline and her partner keep it empty for her visits and visitors alone. 

She gestures vaguely to the bedside table, where she has stacked a variety of books. Not just Byron, because that’s funny, but more. Rarer. Better. The entire room is full of them, full of knowledge that he will not find elsewhere.

“To pass the time, when you find there’s too much of it.”

“I’ll off myself.” He promises, and then firmly shakes his head. “I’ll kill you. Then I’ll off myself.”

“Ah,” Ina sighs. “Yes, there’s some Kafka in the stack too. I think a first edition!” 

He glares at her with such intensity that a distant pull in her chest beckons her backwards, slightly. But he doesn’t move forward — he falls to the mattress. Weak, unconscious; the brief flash of strength pulled from him to fuel the anger gone. Tears streak down his cheeks and Ina wipes them away.

*

Benji dies at twenty-five. He wakes three weeks later, at twenty-six. 

It’s hard to tell how long she tends to him. The days muddy together in a painful, confusing stretch of hours and thirst and aches. Rebirth is not fucking pretty, as it turns out.

There’s anger, beneath the cloud of it all, and resentment. Each time she makes a sympathetic noise, shares a story that barely makes it through his hunger and the shivery fever, he snarls. Tries to bite at her sometimes, if she comes too close — and even manages to draw blood a few times. 

And still she helps. Still, she presses a comforting hand to his cheek and speaks in an unfamiliar language when the pain is unbearable. Urges him to endure. Accept the adaption.

She sits there and sometimes she sits there and talks and sometimes Benji responds. It’s loneliness, he assures himself. It’s not her sharp wit, or their easy rapport. The strange compulsion he feels to crack her odd, even demeanor into a laugh or flash of anger is nothing more than that — a compulsion. Whatever disgusting magic exists between a sire and their spawn. 

Ew, she sneers at him, when once he tosses that word at her with bitter condescension. You’re my equal, you freak. And I’m not your mother. 

Then what do I call you? He hisses back, eyes slit. Gonna let me come up with somethin’ worse?

Her wide, plush mouth spreads in a charming smile. Ina. You?

…Benji.

*

He plays nice as the new, confused, agreeable fledgling. When Ina disappears one evening (and doesn’t return) he discovers that escape might be difficult. Worse, as he comes into contact with the others, he finds that by the day, leaving is less a necessity and more of a maybe. 

Begrudgingly over the first few months of his new life, he grows attached to the cloistered bunch. Benji’d not call them lonely, or solitary. They have each other, even if they are all a bit unsocial. But they accept him as one of Ina’s. None of them say it with any sort of malice or, and he’s gotta laugh, dehumanization. Not like he belongs to her, but that he is of her. Accepted alongside. 

Well. Mostly accepted. 

Dr. Sullivan isn’t kind, per se, but they let him borrow books. Offer to teach him a language, how to hunt in the city, the countryside. Jacqueline, their spouse, is a French vampire who claims to have drunk from Joan of Arc and found the holy taste bitter. She requests he call her Jack, and she shares with him stories of science and ingenuity that span centuries. And she encourages him to get to know the other manor residents: a trio of flighty, spoiled dhampir.

Benji likes the youngeset the best. Matilda is sarcastic and wild, but sentimental. Sweet, if you catch her at the right time. Isaac is quiet and shy, but the least volatile — he teaches Benji signs for hello and my name is and what’s a vampire’s favorite fruit? Blood orange. Leo, the eldest, Benji thinks might be more mental than even Ina. He latches desperately onto a ghoulish, eerily impenetrable perfection. Grits his jaw, tears too violently into a meal in a way that makes it seem like he’s not hungry for the blood, but the rip. Even still, Benji kisses him three, maybe four times in the decrepit statue garden on the grounds.

And admittedly, he learns a lot —  more than he never wished to know. About this life, about being a vampire and not just how to kill them.

He also learns how to read ancient languages from Dr. Sullivan. How to fight with a rapier, with honor, from Jack. How to fight with dishonor from Matilda, how to make protective trinkets from Isaac, and Leo…how to use his newfound strength.

“Good throw,” the blond says, shaking himself of ancient drywall and cobwebs. He glances back at the hole in the study wall with a wry grin. “Maybe one day soon you’ll win against me for real.”

“Tosser,” Benji scoffs, and fists hands in Leo’s tattered Black Sabbath shirt to pull him down for a biting, bloody kiss.

*

Much later, after his escape from that manor and its occupants, he finds his way back to a small two-bedroom flat. The second he steps foot in the door, clarity washes over him with a chill icier than his death. His lungs burn, but not for air — from the protective sigils Maran had carefully carved into the door-frame. 

This is home — was home. He used to call it home, at least, because Maran was there. He doesn’t know if he ever can call it that, again. Doesn’t know, as he stands there in the shadows, if Maran will let him. And Benji has flitted between so many of them in his short span of years that he can’t place a favored one. His mum’s, couches at various exes, this flat, the manor. Now, nowhere. He thinks, with no small amount of anger, he’s been condemned to seek home for eternity. 

Everlasting.

“Fuck’s sake,” Maran says, jolting from a deep slumber. “Benji?” 

He hasn’t made a sound. The idea that his presence is so palpable, so familiar, that just him standing in that darkened corner is enough to pull his best friend from sleep is — well. It makes him cry once more.

“Maran,” he says, wetly laughing through the tears that slip down his cold cheeks, “We ‘ave got a problem, mate.” 

Maran sits up and rubs his eyes, reaching for the bedside light and turning it on. 

“Oh shit,” Maran hisses. His brown eyes are wide, but not scared, as they meet Benji’s newly crimson ones. “Yeah, I’ll fuckin’ say.”

[storytellerofuntoldlegends]

beneath a different light

A/N: so i know we're all freaking out about the flower husbands crumbs, and scott probably flirted with owen much more than he did martyn... but something about scott and martyn has grabbed hold of my brain. all of these rats are gay, i probably could write a whole series of vignettes of gay rat moments. anyway, enjoy!!

Warnings: arguing, flirting

Summary: Scott confronts Martyn about killing Olive. But then Martyn notices his fellow rat seems tense, and not just about the whole killing thing. Somehow, Martyn manages to offer Scott something familiar in a place of strange newness, as well as learn that new might not always be bad.

-

“Give me the knife, Martyn,” Scott demanded, holding his hand out. Martyn glowered at him a little.

“What knife? I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about,” he sniffed. Scott’s whiskers twitched.

“The one you killed Olive with, give it here,” Scott said pointedly.

“It wasn’t my idea!” Martyn protested. Truly, it wasn’t. He wasn’t completely sure what happened- he had been mostly joking around, and then he got this itch-

“That’s not what we do here, Martyn!” Scott shouted, snapping him from his thoughts. Martyn squinted at him a little.

“What d’you mean, that’s how things always are. Gotta be the toughest rat to survive,” Martyn said with a frown. A flash of… something, crossed Scott’s face. Martyn couldn’t decipher if it was hurt or confusion before Scott was back to fixing him with a disappointed glare.

“Give me the knife,” Scott said, quieter than before. And yet, Martyn found himself sighing and reaching into his pocket, aimlessly flipping his knife out and twirling it a little so that the handle was towards Scott. If Martyn hadn’t been so busy sulking about having to give up his knife (even though he definitely had the materials to make a new one) he would have noticed Scott’s near flustered expression at his movements before he gingerly took the knife. Scott tucked it into his front pocket, grimacing a little. There was a faraway look in his eyes, and despite not knowing the other rat for that long, Martyn’s heart twisted with guilt.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. Scott bristled, tail lashing.

“I’m not the one you need to apologize to,” he snapped.

“I already apologized to Olive! You just looked… sad, I dunno,” Martyn said, rubbing the back of his neck. Scott sighed, and took off his hat to run a hand through his hair- dyed a pale teal color, with flowers braided in. Martyn wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed it before. In any case, Martyn was more focused on the way Scott’s ears drooped and how he clutched at his hat. He was tense too, like at any moment he would bolt if startled.

“Things are just… so different here,” Scott said, voice tight. Martyn frowned.

“How so?”

“I used to live in a field, all wide open spaces and a cozy burrow to go back to- but here it’s dark and cramped, where I have to figure out how to use this stupid chisel and- nevermind. You don’t care,” Scott said, abruptly ending his frenzied ramble and shoving his hat back on. He turned to walk away- but was halted by Martyn shooting forward and grabbing his wrist. An action that surprised both of them, frankly. Martyn sheepishly let go of him, an ear flicking nervously.

“I… I do care, actually. We’re all here together, right? So we should… care for each other,” Martyn said softly, not quite sure where this was all coming from. Scott squinted at him suspiciously.

“Like you cared for Olive?” he pointed out. Martyn winced.

“Not my best moment, I’ll admit. But they did sort of betray Oli’s trust- y’know what? Not important. I messed up, okay? And it seemed like you were stressed as it was so… I feel bad for making it worse,” Martyn explained. Scott relaxed at his words, only slightly.

“I… thanks. I think,” he said, giving a tight smile. Martyn huffed out an irritated breath, running a hand through his hair. This wasn’t going how he wanted it to- how did he even want this to go?

“What I’m trying to say is… I think I have something that might help? If you’d do the honor of letting me show you?” he asked, holding out a hand that definitely wasn’t shaking towards Scott. Scott blinked, staring at his hand as if it would somehow hurt him. However, after considering for a moment or two, Scott took his hand.

-

Martyn led Scott to the big window he had been crouched at before, wishing on stars so that the door would open. It was still nighttime, but morning would come soon enough. He and Scott could probably watch the sunrise.

He hadn’t told Scott where they were going yet, Martyn wanted it to be a surprise. But of course, since he wasn’t telling Scott what was happening, he was incredibly suspicious of the whole thing. He kept glancing around frantically, probably wondering if this was some sort of trap. That is, until they finally reached the windowsill.

“Up here, c’mon!” Martyn said, scrabbling up the wall. Scott followed, still a little suspicious- but that suspicion changed to pure awe once he saw the view. Sprawling countryside, with the night sky shining bright with stars and turning purple at the edges where the sun was slowly making its presence known. Yet all Martyn could look at was Scott, and how the stars reflected in his eyes.

“This is…”

“I know it’s just looking through a window, and not the same as actually being out there-”

“It’s beautiful,” Scott interrupted in a hushed voice, turning to look at Martyn. Something in the back of Martyn's mind said "you too." Where had that come from? Martyn shook it off and just smiled at Scott.

“I know it’s not the same as actually being outside but… I figured it’d help,” Martyn said instead. Scott smiled, bright as the stars, and looked back out the window.

“It does,” Scott was quiet for a moment, before he spoke up again. “I used to make up stories about the stars when I was younger.”

“Oh?” Martyn asked, intrigued.

“Yeah! I know the actual constellations now- it’s good for tracking the seasons and knowing when to grow what- but I used to make my own and tell stories about the pictures I saw in the night sky,” Scott explained softly.

“Can you tell me one?” Martyn blurted, before he could really think about it. Scott startled a little, but smiled and nodded.

“Sure- the Wolf Witch is out tonight,” Scott said, pointing to a cluster of stars that looked neither like a wolf nor a witch, but Martyn was willing to take his word for it.

“Sounds interesting,” Martyn mused.

“She was- she only found solace in the wolves after her soulmate abandoned her- or so she claimed. Her soulmate said it was the other way around, as she had grown close to another instead of finding her true soulmate. So he found a different soulmate as well, one he could choose. Funnily enough, the soulmate he chose happened to be the soulmate of the one the Wolf Witch had gotten close to,” Scott explained.

“Wait. What? I’m confused- how many people are involved here? How do they know who their soulmate is?” Martyn asked. Scott huffed out a fondly exasperated breath.

"Four, including the Wolf Witch. And her true soulmate… we’ll call him the Last Champion. The one he chose is the Undead Flower, and her true soulmate… the Wayward Wanderer,” Scott said, pointing to more stars as he spoke. Something about “Wayward Wanderer” struck a chord with Martyn, but he couldn’t quite place what it was.

“Interesting names,” was what Martyn commented instead.

“The Last Champion had won a deadly game, actually with the help of the Wolf Witch. But when they found each other again… their camaraderie wasn’t the same. The Undead Flower had helped him too- it’s probably why he chose her as his soulmate. Soulmates were connected by the pain they shared… and the Last Champion and the Undead Flower both shared the pain of their soulmates choosing someone else first,” Scott explained.

“I thought this was about the Wolf Witch,” Martyn said with a frown. Scott playfully shoved at him.

“I’m getting to her, don’t worry. The four of them had found themselves in yet another deadly game, where only a single pair of soulmates would survive. And they were the final four. They had come to an uneasy alliance at this point… and all it took was one to betray them,” Scott said.

“The Wolf Witch?” Martyn asked. Scott shook his head.

“The Wayward Wanderer. He was determined to survive, and as he felt he had reconciled with the Undead Flower, he attacked the Wolf Witch. Which in turn, caused pain to the Last Champion. The Undead Flower didn’t want to fight the Wolf Witch, for fear of hurting the Last Champion. But at that point, it was too late. The Wolf Witch set her pack on the pair, and it was just her and her true soulmate left standing,” Scott said.

“She killed the Wayward Wanderer? Even if she had chosen him initially?” Martyn asked, a chill going through him.

“He betrayed her first,” Scott said with a shrug before continuing. “So then it was just the Last Champion and the Wolf Witch. They weren’t sure what to do at first… until the Last Champion finally realized something. The Wolf Witch had helped him win once, and it was time to return the favor. He regretted not allying with her sooner- but with a final goodbye, he ended his life. And in turn, the Wolf Witch died as well- but the Last Champion had fallen seconds before she did. Technically making her the winner.”

“That’s… grim. Not really the kind of soulmate story I expected,” Martyn said with a nervous laugh. Scott shrugged again.

“I dunno how much stock I put into soulmates. Romantic ones, anyway. And this story… I never quite pictured them as romantic. Just… friends who were always meant to find each other. I think the Wayward Wanderer and the Undead Flower could have been something to each other… but it was too messy. And maybe if the four of them had managed to work something out…” Scott trailed off, voice a little dreamy.

“What would’ve it been like? The four of them?” Martyn asked. Scott let out a sigh.

“Well for starters, the Last Champion never struck me as a guy who liked women. Probably kinda rolled his eyes at the universe for sticking him with the Wolf Witch. So things with her probably would have been the same as they were with the Undead Flower- fiercely devoted life partners who would go to the ends of the earth for each other,” Scott said.

“And what about the Wayward Wanderer?” Martyn asked, heart rate picking up for reasons he couldn’t explain. Scott turned to look at him again, blue eyes sparkling.

“I think he and the Last Champion could have been very close. If things were different,” he said softly.

“Maybe things could be different,” Martyn murmured, his hand drifting towards Scott’s. Scott slowly reached towards him too-

And then the sound of slow, heavy footsteps startled them apart.

“Humans,” Scott gasped, darting to hide behind a plant on the windowsill. Martyn scurried to hide along with him, having to press close to Scott in order for them both to stay hidden. The close proximity seemed jarring now, even if it was what Martyn had wanted before. He was practically curled around Scott, and for a moment he tried to give Scott a little space- but then he grabbed him by the shirt and tugged him closer with a hissed “they’ll see you!” And no, Martyn was not at all thinking about the ease Scott had yanked him or the tone of his voice or replaying the moment over and over again in his head. That would be ridiculous.

Fortunately, the human had left soon enough. (And unfortunately, a ridiculous part of Martyn thought, that meant that he wouldn’t have to stay huddled close to Scott anymore.)

“We should probably head back,” Scott said wistfully, glancing back at the view one last time. The sky was lighter now, the sun beginning to peek over the earth.

“The window will always be here for us,” Martyn pointed out softly. A mischievous grin came to Scott’s face.

“Us?” he asked with a giggle. Martyn felt his face heat up.

“Or just you! Sorry, you probably don’t need me tagging along all the time, you know where it is-” Martyn was halted by Scott’s finger to his lips.

“Us sounds nice,” Scott said with a smile decidedly softer than the mischievous one he had before. And with that, he leapt off the windowsill with ease and landed with grace, leaving Martyn utterly speechless in more ways than one.

He shook himself slightly, scrambling down after Scott. There was an apparent “us” to explore with him, after all.

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[omgreally]

I’ve been reading mandos intergalactic taxi service and UGH✨💕 the pining and fluff with the intimacy smut is just chefs kiss your writing style is amazing🤌🏽✨ I’ve been in such a Din mood lately, could your write like a confession drabble where the reader and din are pining for each other and din is dropping hints but the reader is like really not a hint taker lol pretty please with a cherry on top 😭💕 smut or fluff your choice I know you’d write it so well!!

BLESS YOUR HEART @liltangerineart and thank you! Next chapter of Taxi Service should be up tomorrow I hope!

In the meantime I hope you like this? Not a confession as such and more, uh, top!Mando than I intended, but he is bad at dropping hints. I like to think he would be very...straightforward 😎

Din Djarin/F!Reader - E - 1624 words - Oblivious!Reader, Infatuated!Din, frustrated yearning, angst and, of course, smut.

It's getting ridiculous.

He is a Mandalorian, one of the most fabled, the most feared warriors in the galaxy. Rumour and danger follow him as he charts a path through the galaxy that blazes bright, leaving behind myth and legend - people whispering things like 'I heard he killed a whole troop with his hands tied' and 'I heard he was eight feet tall, made of steel'.

He is a Mandalorian, who has never had to rely on anybody but himself - and yet here he is, sweating beneath his cowl whenever you brush too close, trying too hard to inhale the scent of you through his helmet's filters, memorizing the sound of your laugh.

It's like he's a foundling again - uncertain, insecure, nervous. And they’re not butterflies in the pit of his stomach - they’re bullets from an ancient slugthrower weapon, and he can taste metal at the back of his tongue whenever he tries to talk to you.

“Do you have someone, back home?” A clumsy overture, as obvious as it is stupid; Din winces beneath the helm but you don’t seem to notice - you just shake your head and shrug.

“No. Just me. I wouldn’t have left otherwise.” Loyal, he thinks, and the bullets in his stomach sting just that little bit harder.

He tries asking you more about yourself. How you became a bounty hunter. How many weapons you’ve handled. The different kinds of ships you’ve flown. Places you’ve been. But you never give up anything truly personal about yourself - you’re a cypher.

Maybe that’s why the Mandalorian finds himself strangely drawn to you.

He doesn’t know how to navigate this - not really. He has no experience with this kind of thing. It’s always been about the next quarry, the next job, and then it was about the kid, and now…

And now he’s stuck.

He wants to hit something, break something, feel the impact of his fists against flesh and bone. He settles for balling them up whenever you’re around, biting his tongue, and waiting til later to jerk himself off in pathetic, clench-jawed silence in the refresher.

“You slept late,” you point out the next morning as he emerges, stiff in more than one way, from his bunk.

“Couldn’t sleep last night,” he says, and he’s so tired, so frustrated that he adds, gruffly: “Bed was too empty.”

“Probably need more pillows,” you muse as you wander off to the kitchenette. “Cup of caf?”

“Extra strong,” he grunts as he leans a shoulder to the wall, and you’re oblivious to his glower.

“Coming right up.” A minute later, you press a mug into his hand. “I’ll leave you to it. No need to go hide, I’ll go find a bulkhead to look at while you take your helmet off.”

You grin at him, and he stares at you. You’re just about to turn away when he reaches up, and you go still, your smile slackening in shock as he thumbs the release latch under his chin.

The helm’s pneumatic seal hisses as it lifts, just enough so he can get the rim of his mug up and to his lips. He takes a long, slow pull, and while his vision is eclipsed by the rim of the helmet at the moment, he knows you haven’t left.

As he expects, you’re still there - staring at him as he lowers his helm back into place. Your mouth is even slightly open - lips parted - and he watches the dart of your tongue as you wet them before swallowing hard.

“I’m just...I’m just gonna,” you say, abortingly, and start to back away. You jump as your shoulder hits the hatchway. Din watches as you turn, hesitate, then hurry away, your shoulders squared defensively as if you can feel the force of his gaze on your back.

Alone, the taste of caf hot and bitter on his tongue, Din Djarin grins.

After that, he starts to notice. He starts to notice how tense you are when he’s close.

At first he’s not sure - but then, once, he deliberately brushes your waist as he moves past you in the cockpit to take the pilot’s seat, and you’re still standing there, frozen, when he glances back at you. You brush it off, but it happens again when you bump into him coming out of the fresher. When he reaches over your head in the kitchenette to fetch a ration bar from a compartment. When you lean over his shoulder to point out the coordinates to a refueling station. When he catches you yawning, falling asleep in the passenger’s seat.

“I’m going to hit my bunk,” you say, rising to your feet, your arms stretched above your head. Din turns slowly, and he catches the glimpse of a sliver of flesh as your shirt rides up. The words escape him before he’s even conscious of their existence.

“Want some company?”

Dank farrik, he’s been dropping hints and touches for ages - and he knows you’re affected by his presence, he’s sure of it now. They might be closer to butterflies for you, but his bullets are bouncing around in his gut right now.

“What?” you ask, half-laughing - as if it’s all some grand joke. “You gotta stop with the innuendo, Mando. I might get the wrong idea.”

“And if it’s not innuendo?” He’s flicked the ship to auto-pilot - on his feet - looming towards you. You’re caught in the hatchway, unable to step backwards to fall down the ladder, unwilling to turn your back. "If you've got the right idea?"

“What?” you repeat - licking your lips again. Your eyes are flicking back and forth from his visor to his hands. It’s almost like you're expecting a fight.

“I want to fuck you.”

The words are matter-of-fact but delivered in a low baritone, a gravelly rasp that lifts the hairs on the back of your neck. You stop breathing for a second - he can see it - and your leg twitches, just half a step backward - but then you swing it forward again, swaying towards him. Like he has you in his gravitational pull.

It’s all Din needs. He closes the distance between you, his gloved hands closing around your biceps, the leather worn and warm through your shirt.

He says your name, once, in a digital growl that curls your toes in your boots. And then it’s like an explosion - it all happens so quickly; there are hands and clothes everywhere and then on the deck, and in the aftermath you are in the Mandalorian’s arms, naked, your legs around his waist as he presses you up against the bulkhead.

His chestplate hits the deck - his flak jacket lifted above his head when you let him stop touching you long enough. You barely have time to appreciate the feel of his naked hands on your skin, cupping your breasts in his broad, smooth palms, thumbing your nipples all-too-briefly before he’s sliding down the zipper of his flight suit and baring a V of muscled flesh all the way to his groin.

“Mando,” you gasp as he frees his cock, as he maneuvers the throbbing, purpled head to drag through your slit. He finds you open and wet, lips parted for him, and he groans as he nudges against your fluttering hole. He doesn't hesitate.

He pushes in slow, for he’s a lot to take, thick and hard and the stretch is almost too much. You whine, your voice high and tight in your throat, and he soothes you with soft little noises and praise that makes you feel light-headed.

“Shhh, that’s it,” “You’re so fucking tight-” “Made to take my cock, mesh’la" and other words you don’t recognize. Eventually, he’s all the way inside you, his pelvis flush to yours, the scratch of hair at his pubic bone pressing into your mound.

You pant in his arms, eyes squeezed shut, a thin resin of sweat risen on your brow. “Move,” you order through clenched teeth, and finally you open your eyes to meet his visor and demand, “Fuck me, Mando.”

And he does - withdrawing his hips from the welcoming cradle of yours, his cock dragging back through you, and you can feel every ridge and vein before he’s spearing back in, jarring your back against the bulkhead. It’s a shock right through your system, and you can feel adrenaline flooding your veins, your blood pumping faster like you’re fighting for your life. You might as well be, for he does it again, and again, and soon he’s setting a punishing pace that hits against something soft and devastating deep inside you.

Your orgasm hits you like a blow you fail to dodge - winding you, knocking the air from your lungs - and for a moment all that matters is the blinding flash of pleasure through your nerves, the rolling wave that makes your cunt flutter in rippling spasms around the pulsing rod of his cock. He pins your hips with another vicious rut of his hips and then he’s coming, too, releasing into the impossible grip of your body, groaning with every spurt of spend he fills you with.

“Fuck,” Din summarizes, once you both can catch your breath - once your legs start to loosen, jelly-weak as he pulls out gently, lowering your feet back to the ground. He’s suddenly nervous - worried he’s fucked this up, done the wrong thing, lost patience and paid for it with your scorn.

But your smile is brilliant as you beam up at him - your face radiant - flushed and sweaty. You are beautiful.

“Next time, don't waste time dropping hints,” you tell him, and then you reassure him with a laugh, and the wonderful feeling of your arms around his neck.

For a while, he just holds you close. And for a while, the bullets in his stomach are gone.

[rheagodlywrites]

So,my good friend @allywritesforfun has sent this my way. I hope you enjoy it

Speed Running a Confession

Cc!Dream x gn reader

You managed to get Dream on a call after texting him ‘ANSWER THE PHONE!’ Over and over twelve times.

“Teach me how..” You lightly demanded. Dream looked at you strangely.

“What?” He chuckled confused.

“Teach me how to speed run! Come on! It’s my birthday! You have too!” Dream laughed at how you asked but agreed anyways. He told you that he’ll teach you as soon as he’s ready. He lived in Florida and you stayed in California. You waited and waited as Dream set things up. He planned to surprise you in the game. After you beat the ender dragon, He was going to have a build to surprise you. He managed to convince Foolish to help him with the build since he was an awesome builder.

“What are you trying to do anyways?” The two went into randomly generated world and went far from spawn.

“I want you to start when she’s clear from spawn. You’ll have creative so I want you to do this..” Dream described what he wanted to do and eventually, they had a game plan.

You logged onto the world and he informed you of the rules.

“You have to beat the game in the shortest amount of time. There are ways to cut down that time and I’ll help you with that. Since this is only me helping you out, this won’t go on the official site. So once you start hitting wood, I’ll start the timer. You ready?” You crack your knuckles and put your hands on the keyboard and mouse.

“Let’s do this!” You start punching and gather as much wood as you can. You start crafting and get an axe. Dream had suggested that you make tools quickly so you can gather materials faster. You get tons of wood and run away from spawn. You managed to get past a ruined portal so you loot the chest. Pants,some gold, flint and steel, a pickaxe with looting on it and obsidian. You put on the pants and get into a cave. You start mining but the cave was filled with mostly coal.

“You gotta go deeper into the caves. You’ll only find coal up here since it’s easy to collect.” You sigh and go in deeper but find a zombie. The cave sounds and the zombie startle you since you hadn’t played Minecraft in such a long time . The newer updates were new to you. Dream laughed at your response to it as you killed the zombie.

“Zombies should have chickens. Like they’d totally be best friends,” You joke as you mine iron. Dream snickers at your strange comment.

“The baby zombies ride Chickens sometimes.” You pause to look at his character.

“What the fuck?”

“Timers still going!” He taunts. You curse again as you craft iron tools and an iron chest plate. You make a bucket and find a huge area where water and lava were making obsidian. Dream taught you how to do the ‘L’ strategy. You do it although it was kinda wonky. You light the portal and get the achievement. When you go to the nether, you were instantly being attacked.

“Oh shit! Dream! God damnit!” You ram from the piglin that attacked you.

“Technoblade is attacking me!” You squealed as you tried to kill it. You killed it and you noticed more.

“So I need you to dig a hole. When you do, get the piglins inside. Then give them the gold you have,” He told you. You did so and they threw out a few things. From food to ender pearls, they traded most of the gold with you. It was mostly useless things but you managed to get the things you needed from the nether.

“Awesome! You need blazes since they give you more blaze rods so go toward that huge black building! It’s a fortress.” You listened to him as you made your character run. Dream moved to a different voice chat and spoke with Foolish.

“Hey uhh you almost done. They’re getting closer to finishing.” Foolish looked over his work. He’d started before you started speed running. He had invited everyone he could for the surprise now he just needed to finish.

“Well uhh I’m almost there. Since you’re speed running, it’s slightly hard to do all of this but I managed to invite everyone as I work. So they should be on in a few.” Dream sighed thinking. If they all logged on then you’d definitely notice. He’d have to fully distract you from the chat or lie about it.

“Great. You do your thing. I’ll slow her down a bit.” Dream went back to your voice chat to find you freaking out over the ghasts as you were making your way back to the portal. You figured out how to kill them but you still struggled with it. Dream sent a message to Foolish to tell everyone to log onto the server now or else you’d notice. As you handled the monsters, several of your friends logged on without your knowledge since you were too focused. You got ender pearls and started to follow them as you traveled through the overworld. It took you twenty minutes to get to the portal and once you were there it took longer to defeat the dragon and win the game. Dream killed the timer and smiled.

“One hour and thirty four minutes! Around average gameplay but you still did good for the first time in a while! It was pretty funny how you freaked out over the cave sounds,” Dream complimented.

“No its not! It scared me! You read the end credits an soon you were back at spawn. You moved your character to look around and everyone was there with colored leather hats. Foolish gave you one of your favorite color and it was labeled party hat. Almost everyone from the Dream SMP was on. Foolish started to place a lot of cakes everywhere as people started to join the vc and sing happy birthday to you.

“Awe guys! You planned this!” Tommy pulled out some sticks and made his character look at you.

“Dream planned this.” Dream’s character punched Tommy away.

‘Yes I did. I wanted to do this to celebrate your birthday as a sort of surprise! I also have another surprise.” You hum in response waiting for him to finish.

“I plan on flying over to California to come visit you!” You gasp excited.

“YES! IT”S GOING TO BE AWESOME!” Dream laughed thing how cute it was when you got so excited. He handed you a poppy and sighed.

“Y/n.. I’m coming over because I really really love you. You’re awesome and you value so many things. You love your pets care about your family. You even fully commit to things! So. I’d like it if you’d commit yourself to me..” You smile as you look at the screen. You’d had some feelings toward him for a while but due to the distance you just weren’t sure.

“I-I..of course! I would like to do that too. I love you too.” The sounds of the others saying awe faded away as you had realized what had happened. Dream just confessed to you and you accepted. You muted to freak out for a moment but then you unmuted.

“Great now lets play people!” Tommy yelled. Everyone played games like pvp (Techno mostly won them), Mlg’s and even who could fish the most in a certain amount of time. By the times things ended and everyone had logged off, you stayed on call with Dream.

“So your flight comes next week?” You ask.

“Yeah. I’ll see you that Friday,” He answered. You smile and sigh.

“I miss you already.” Dream chuckled, shaking his head although you wouldn’t know.

“We just started dating. No need to miss me already.”

“But I always do! Even before this just..let me fall asleep on the phone with you?”

“Of course.” The two of you talked into the late hours of the night but you both fell asleep after a while. Dream was coming to California ad he was dating you. Best Birthday ever..

[hiyesilovewandamaximoff]

The Battle of Sokovia

a/n: this fic is essentially a DR shift that I had and I wanted to document it and share it. it has a bit of liberties and there will be quite a few things different due to what I’ve scripted, but I hope it finds you well! i’m putting it in the y/n perspective cuz I really don’t wanna say “i” haha, much love xoxo

pairing: aou!wanda maximoff x stark!reader

summary: the Avengers fight in the battle of Sokovia; a certain Maximoff and a specific Stark connect in the height of loss, grief, and determination.

warning: loss, grief, cursing, implied sexual innuendoes, violence, strong angst

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“We’re under attack!” Pietro exclaims as he halts in his tracks, “Clear the city! Now!” He zips out and returns to the building, each person unbothered. Gunshots ring through as bullet shells collect on the ground around him. He rolls his eyes with a deep sigh. “Get off your asses!” he quotes as the rifle is tossed to a bystander as he retreats back into the crowded city.

Crimson wisps trickle through Sokovia as citizens gather their loved ones and leave their belongings, homes, and lives as they know it behind. Y/n stands next the native Sokovian clad in scarlet while her eyes twinkle.

“You and Pietro get them to safety, okay?” y/n puts her hands on Wanda’s cheeks, “breathe for me. I know it’s scary. I’m fuckin’ terrified!” y/n let’s out a nervous chuckle. “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” Wanda takes a deep breath as a single tear finds its way down her cheek. y/n quickly wipes the tear as the Witch nods.

“We can do this,” she states.

“Bet your ass we can!” Pietro chimes in. “Let’s take our home back.” Wanda nods as she squeezes y/n’s hand tightly.

“Call me on the com if you need, okay? I’ll be listening.” y/n nods with an added wink. “Give ‘em hell, Maximoff.” y/n lifts off, continuing to scope out the city. Wanda watches as y/n takes off into the sky.

“You like her, yes?” Pietro asks as he shoves Wanda slightly with his shoulder.

“Quiet.” Wanda states sternly.

“I knew it! We’re talking about this later.” the older Maximoff exclaims. He sweeps Wanda off her feet as they round up crowds and crowds of Sokovian residents.

“Stark!” y/n hears over the intercom, a slight accent coming through.

“Which one?!” Tony and y/n question simultaneously.

“The young one!” the voice exclaims.

“Quite the diss, Maximoff. Take the reigns, kid.” Tony replies.

“On it! S.A.M,” y/n soars above the streets

“Yes, Ms. Stark? How can I be of assistance?” States the A.I.

“Scope out the twins.”

“Pietro Maximoff, location southwest of the town square, half a mile.”

“And the other?”

“Wanda Maximoff, location north of the Justice tower, zero point one miles.” Y/n jetliners to Wanda and lands in front of her. Y/n clicks the mask away.

“Everything good, Maximoff?” Y/n questions sending a blast through one of Ultron’s minions. Wanda runs to take shelter in a nearby building. She sits against the wall, knees to her chest as y/n follows closely behind. “Talk to me. You okay?”

“This is all our fault.” Wanda states, quickly wiping her stray tears. Y/n kneels down and cups Wanda’s face in her hands.

“Hey, look at me,” y/n tilts up the Sokovian’s chin. “It’s your fault, it’s everyone’s fault. Who cares? Are you up for this? I gotta know because the city is flying,” y/n let’s out a nervous chuckle. Wanda takes a deep breath. “Look, the city’s flying, we’re fighting an army of robots, and I have web shooters coming out of my arms.” Y/n runs her fingers through Wanda’s hair. “None of this makes any sense, but I’m going back out there because it’s what I have to do. I would stay in here with you all day if I could, please believe that, but I can’t.” Y/n rubs the pad of her thumb against Wanda’s cheek. “Doesn’t matter what you did or who you were. I’ve got you and I’m on your side. Ride or die, okay?” Y/n blasts two minions through a nearby window. “You go out there. You fight and you fight to kill. Stay in here, you’re good. I’ll send Pietro in here to come find you. Step out that door, then you’re an Avenger.” Y/n kisses the top of her head. “You’ve got this. I love you.” Y/n sends a web and flies out the window.

“All good, kid?” Tony asks over the com. “Status report.”

“As good as good can be. Location Justice Tower, quarter of a mile from the building. Get everyone onto the ships. Maximoff is in the building next to…” y/n starts, seeing the doors of the building open and rivers of crimson floating through the air annihilating any robot on site.

“Kid genius, talk to me.” Tony quips.

“You’ll see,” y/n states in adoration. Wanda stands next to y/n with a smile.

“Surprised, Stark?”

“Not a bit, Maximoff.”

“So, you love me?” She questions as she sends another beam through three minions.

“We’ll get back to that.” Y/n winks before clicking her helmet back online. “Stay close.” Y/n swings atop the buildings, eyes fixed on the brunette throughout. “S.A.M, keep track of Wanda Maximoff and update on location frequently.”

“Yes, Ms. Stark.” Responds the A.I.

“Hey, guys. Meet up point? Where’s everyone?”

“Middle of town, center, minions surrounding. Big metal thingy, can’t miss it.” Natasha informs over the com.

“Piet, grab Wanda and meet up. Are all civilians accounted for?” Questions y/n.

“Just put the last group on. Race you there.” Pietro states and silver-speeds to the twin causing y/n to roll her eyes. Meeting at the convergence point, we scope out the best course of action waiting for Cap or Tony to speak.

“What’s the plan?” Natasha questions.

“Nat, Clint, Hulk take the right quadrant. Cap and myself will take the left. Kid genius and the twins will stay here on guard.” Tony states then retracts. “Scratch that. Nat, Clint, speedy Gonzalez take the right. Big guy, myself, and Cap take left. Witchy and the Kid will be on guard. Alright, spread out.” Everyone parts to their specific quads.

“You cool with this?”

“It’s my job.” Wanda states and nods.

“Let’s kick some ass.” Y/n smiles and grabs the brunette, pulling her closer. Your eyes flutter to her lips and back up. Wanda tilts her head and leans in when an Ultronian minion grabs y/n, rolling them into a wall. Wanda’s eyes widen as she blasts it with a line of crimson.

“You alright, Stark?” she calls out worriedly.

“Never better.” Y/n chuckles nervously. “Never better.” Y/n climbs up to the top of the brick wall. “I’ll keep the lookout from here, got it?”

“Got it!”

“On your left!” Wanda blasts through the encroaching line as y/n slings a web and swings the minion in a circle creating a domino effect with all nearby.

“Everyone on the ship?” Y/n calls over the com.

“Only Barton and Maximoff are not aboard.” Cap states.

“What’s the status? Give me the reason, Cap.”

“Stray kid without his mom in the line of…” he’s cut off just as Wanda’s face drops, her eyes widening.

“Wanda?! Wanda what happened?” Y/n drops to her side. “Talk to me!” As y/n mutters the plea, Wanda emits a shrill scream as she falls to her knees uncontrollably bursting her power through all of Sokovia knocking y/n back through a multitude of brick buildings. “Barton, what happened?!” Radio silence. “Barton, dammit! Report!”

“He saved me and the kid..he shielded us from the..” Clint solemnly states.

“What do you mean, Clint?” Y/n asks.

“He’s gone.” He whispers.

“Get back to the ship and wait for my call!” Y/n commands.

“Kid, your judgement is clouded..” Cap states.

“Do what I said! Get back. I’m almost there.” Y/n shouts over the com before returning to the ship, automatically seeing Pietro’s body on the floor, Barton laying across the seats next to the older Maximoff. Y/n looks around, eyes darting through the ship. “Where’s Wanda?” No response. “Where the hell is she?!” Steve stands to my side.

“She’ll be here just give her a moment to ge..” Steve starts before the ground is taken from under us. Y/n shoots a string across, gliding through the city.

“Wanda?!” Y/n shouts. “S.A.M! Status on Maximoff!” Just as y/n asks the A.I., she spots Wanda weightless floating, an emotionless look on her face. “Engage auto flight!” Y/n floats through straight to Wanda, scooping her into her arms. “I’ve got you. I’m not letting you go.” She wraps her arms around y/n’s shoulders, gripping on. Y/n shoots up and over to the ship, placing Wanda in her lap. Speechless, she looks up at y/n.

“He’s gone.” She mumbles in a whisper.

“I know. I’m so sorry.” Y/n kisses her forehead. Wanda with a stoic expression, relaxes her weight against y/n. Y/n kisses the top of Wanda’s head, tightening her grip.

“Don’t leave.” Wanda whispers, looking straight ahead. “Please, just don’t.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” y/n laces her fingers with the young Witch’s that were cold to the touch.

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heyyyy, so yeah, I’ve never written a fic before. Hopefully this is alright haha it was definitely a defining point between Wanda and myself in my DR. Maybe I will write more fics (DR related or nah) later on. much love xoxo - d.s.

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Love Language|| Jujutsu Kaisen

“I wanna be fluent in your love language. Learning your love language.” 

A/N: If you didn’t guess from the tagline this is inspired by the song love language by Kehlani. I’ll probably do more of these with different shows and what not because why not. If I missed anyone lmk and I can make a part 2. Also please tag spoilers appropriately esp for manga readers, that being said spoilers for the prequel? manga on Yuuta’s part.

Characters: Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Maki, Inumaki, Okkotsu, Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna

Warnings: said it b4 but spoiler warnings in general but esp on Yuuji, Yuuta, and Maki’s parts

Plot synopsis: The 5 love languages; physical affection, quality time, words of affirmation, gift giving and acts of service, and how each jujutsu kaisen character shows their love and affection for you. Ft. a gender neutral reader!

Word count: 2352

Itadori Yuuji

Love Language: Quality time and physical affection

Ok listen-

So for physical affection, Yuuji’s just that kind of person

He is all about giving to you

He’s holding hands with you if you’re ever walking anywhere, and if you’re not a hand holder pls pls pls let him hold your pinky he likes the reassurance

No but seriously he loves to hold you like yall could be walking in completely opposite directions and he’ll try to find some way to hold onto you until the very last second

And even then he’s all ‘:( babe imy’

‘Yuuji we just talked 2 minutes ago’

Another way he shows his love is through quality time

I think for him this is the biggest thing overall, esp as a jujutsu sorcerer bcus you never know yk but also because you’re important to him

Like remember how he literally went to occult club so that he could get out of school in time to go visit his grandpa...ye :(

He also loves finding dumb touristy things to do with you while in Tokyo or anywhere yall go together on a mission 

If you get together before he died and came back then that time he had to spend away from you literally killed him

Like my mans was goin THROUGH it

He almost considered spoiling Gojo’s secret

When he sees you again, he’s not gonna let go for like a solid day

Fushiguro Megumi

Love Language: acts of service and words of affirmation

This boy loves you so much

He loves to tell you all the things he loves about you when you’re alone

But he’s a little awkward with his words sometimes, hence where acts of service come in

He’ll immediately offer to hold your things, run to help you train or study, and if you’re cold? He’s fully prepared to never see his jacket again

Also he can’t cook but he’s fully prepared to suffer hearing Sukuna and suffering through Yuuji’s antics if it means he can learn how to make your favorite food

He also will surprise you by making you a playlist of all the songs that you’ve had stuck in your head and sends it to you randomly out of the blue one day like ‘thought you might like this’

However the best of both worlds is when he leaves you little notes throughout the day or sends you texts asking if you need anything or just encouraging you to keep going 

Negl he’s lowkey the president of the Y/N support club bcus-

You need anything? It’s yours

Cravings? Sad? Angry? What do you need bby, I’ve got it for you

Also he’s totally the type to be like you need help fuckin this person up? 

Also before yall started dating, Fushiguro was a mess

He was constantly asking to spar with you and go on missions, basically anything he could do to be near you  

End of the day, Fushiguro loves you and makes sure you know it whether it’s through his actions or his words

Kugisaki Nobara

Love Language: physical affection

So, she’s not the best with words, she tries but like someone help her bcus she is LOST

Like when she had a crush on you she was like “c’mere dumbass i wanna give you a hug”

In fact, she still is like “c’mere” but now you are dating :)

She loves you though and at first she doesn’t really know how to show it 

But one day you both come home from training and you just look at each other like ‘yeah today sucks’ and yall both just held each other for the rest of the day 

After that, she decided that she wants to do that with you but like always

She’s holding your hand, kissing your cheek when you go shopping, etc. etc.

She really loves to cling to you because she always has this fear that maybe one day you’ll get killed or just disappear so she figures might as well hold onto you for as long as we’ve got

After missions, she’s running up to you and if you aren’t prepared for the tackle, you’re probably gonna fall

On dates too, like if you guys have to meet up for a date, she’s tackling you

On the subject of dates...

She doesn’t mind PDA, and while she might hold your hand or arm so that you don’t get separated

She also doesn’t mind wiping food off your face and eating it, only to then kiss the spot on your face the food was previously at

She will split her shopping load between the two of you, however she will be slightly pouty if she’s carrying more than you (she then cheers up when she realizes she can do more shopping to “balance” the two of you)

In private she’s very cuddly and kissy which honestly isn’t that bad until it gets hot

At which point she’ll just say turn on the ac or convince you to walk around in a tank top (or something like it) so that she can continue holding you

Tbh she prefers the big spoon, but if she’s ever upset you let her be the little spoon >:(

All in all a very loving girlfriend who tries her best to show how much she loves you by glomping you at any given moment. 

Zenin Maki

Love language: acts of service and quality time

So you’re telling me that Maki wouldn’t immediately go out of her way to make sure her and her s/o can spend as much time together as possible?????

Like she’s super observant (which can cause her to be a bit harsh, see Yuuta) but she can always tell what’s bothering you

So if you’re upset that you haven’t been spending enough time together due to her being out on missions or otherwise busy she’s immediately running to finish her stuff and spend time with you.

((She’s very sorry, but on the bright side she brought your favorites!))

Maki is also an acts of service type

This mostly ties in with her kind of direct action way of thinking

She thinks she’s slick but you can always see her sneaking around to do small things like grabbing your laundry for you and folding it

She’s very much like if you love someone, you gotta prove it

Overall, dates with her are very intimate and personal to the two of you

Like she’ll take you to a frog pond you landed in during a fight once

Or you’ll take her to a street fair that serves this exclusive food that Maki mentioned wanting to try 

However, Maki shows her love through quality time and acts of service and while she does receive love from these to a degree, she is very much a words of affirmation gal

She’s not insecure in her day to day life but she has her moments, everyone does

Sometimes, she’ll feel like shit and a failure and all she wants is for you to say that she’s doing amazing and that she’s a great girlfriend.

Inumaki Toge

Love language: Physical affection

Because of his curse, he can’t exactly express how he feels about you through words

He does text you frequently throughout the day (I’ll have to do a hc abt that someday)

But he’d prefer not to be on his phone to communicate if you’re right in front of him

So he does the next best thing and just smothers you in physical affection

He loves kissing you the most

Like he could spend hours just kissing you if you let him (please let him)

But in public, he gets if you’re not a big fan of pda he’s willing to tone it down as long as he gets kisses later in private

He’d still prefer it if you held his hand or linked pinkies maintaining touch in some way

Also, unrelated, but it means so much to him if you try to understand his sushi language

He knows realistically the foundation of any relationship is communication so already he’s at a disadvantage because of his curse 

But if he sees you like take notes after he says something or start to need him to text you to translate, his heart is swelling

Like ‘omg this person loves me enough to learn a whole new language <333′

Another tangent but before you were together he was struggling so muchhhh

Like how does one express their feelings for someone without words?

If you’re Inumaki, you buy some flowers and text said person to meet you at a cafe

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to realize it was a date, but once you did, you ever so gently linked pinkies with Toge

Okkotsu Yuuta

Love language: words. of. affirmation. 

He’s literally so sensitive please tell him you love him regularly

In return he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you too

He knows that he can’t really be there for you as much as he’d like but he likes to let you know that he’s thinking of you

Doesn’t matter the time, if you call, he’s answering

If he doesn’t he’ll cry he’ll immediately call you back and is apologizing for missing your call

You assure him it’s no big deal but the man has his volume turned all the way up and changed your ringtone to one specific for you by the time you’ve even said hey

Aside from that, he really is sensitive

He’s been through a lot especially with Rika as well as growing up alone and bullied 

So for him, it’s everything to hear that you like having him around and don’t think he’s too much or anything like that

Of course, he gets better with time, trusting you and having the confidence in himself to not need constant assurance

That being said, if you ever just whisper in his ear, “I love you, Yuuta.”

That’s not your boyfriend, that’s a puddle of love on the floor

(Maki, Panda, and Inumaki had a field day when they saw him, Fushiguro now questions if Yuuta really is a respectable 2nd year.)

Gojo Satoru

Love language: gift giving and quality time

So Gojo doesn’t exactly get to spend a ton of time

Between missions, him beefing with higher ups, and you and him playing parent the baby sorcerers yall don’t exactly get time to go out much

In which case Gojo tends to default to two options:

He’ll either go the extra mile to try and spend time with you 

Whether that be an at home date where he tries and fails to surprise you with a home cooked meal

Or a date out at a restaurant or cafe (which you tend to visit after his home cooking efforts)

OR he’ll bring you various souvenirs from his missions

He loves to spoil you, and if he could he’d probably bring you back a whole store’s worth of stuff

But alas, airport security regulations

Anyways, he loves to spoil you especially if he can spoil you with sweets because it benefits him in two ways 

He treasures all the time you spend together, and he does try to overcompensate for his absence with gifts

Despite your assurances, it’s kind of a guilty pleasure at this point (just let him, trying to argue just goads him on further)

He doesn’t only buy you small things, he enjoys buying you outfits

And he especially likes seeing you in them 

Kento Nanami

Love Language: acts of service

Y’all remember the episode where he killed that curse that was bothering that baker lady?? Yea that

He’s literally such an acts of service boyfriend it’s not even funny

Before you got together, he would memorize your coffee order and bring you a cup pretty much everyday like clockwork

Now that you’re togehter, he wakes up before you so h=that when you wake up there’s the smell of coffee throughout the house

When you come out of you’re shared bedroom and he’s just scrooling through his phone like “mornin’”

Of course you already made the bed and ironed his clothes because relationships are give and take

And then when you leave for your jobs in the morning, he kisses you and holds the door open for you

He’ll draw a bath for you if he gets home before you, if you let him join or not is up to you

Also, if you ever get sick, he’s actually the best

Like he isn’t the best cook but he can heat up soup and tea

He’ll run to the store while you’re asleep and when you wake up, there’s like a whole tray of food in front of you and he’s like ‘it’s important to eat and drink so your body can heal’

And when you inevitably fall asleep after eating and taking medicine at his insistence, he tucks you in and clears away the dishes, exiting with little more than a kiss to your head

Ryoumen Sukuna

Love Language: gift giving and acts of service

So like Sukuna never says he loves you...ever

But he does notice if someone or something’s making you uncomfortable, and if so, said entity’s head will be presented to you later that day

You also just so happen to be the only person he can tolerate being around him for longer than 20 seconds

He also loves to give you jewelry, he likes seeing you adorned in something from him

He also isn’t gonna just handle all your problems for you, he will push you to become stronger by training with you 

He’ll also expect this energy to be reciprocated, as long as you’re pushing yourself to be better, he’s content with that

(He wants to see you grow because he’s scared that if he ever gets caught lackin one day you’ll end up dead)

He’ll never tell you or admit it, but Sukuna truly does care for you and hold you in a regard that he doesn’t have for others

So be grateful jkjk

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Burn The Witch 18 - Sleepless Night [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Midnight texts make things complicated.

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Okay.

Everything considered, maybe you shouldn’t have barged in guns blazing to your fake boyfriend’s mission.

Especially because the said fake boyfriend thought you were a sweet civilian but as long as you kept your ski mask on, you figured you would be fine.

Even if it felt a lot like pushing your luck.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked and you looked around the hall to check whether there was anyone else, then shrugged your shoulders.

“I was in the area,” you said, “So, who else are we killing?”

“We’re not killing.”

“Speak for yourself, I just killed that guy over there.” You pointed over your shoulder “Killed him hard. HYDRA?”

“Aren’t you a sniper?”

“I can be whoever you want me to be,” you said with a grin and Bucky blinked a couple of times, shifting his weight.

“Why aren’t you on some rooftop if you’re a sniper?”

“Change of scenery. How do you know my alias?”

“Why would you help me?”

“I’m a nice person—“ you started but as soon as you saw someone lunging out of the shadows you pointed your gun and pulled the trigger, sending the guy to the ground.

“Most of the time,” you completed your sentence and Bucky raised his brows.

“Right.”

“You’re still taken?” you asked and he stared at you as if he was at loss for words, then pulled himself together and walked past you.

“Oh come on, I just saved your ass.”

“I had it under control.”

“No you didn’t,” you rushed to catch up with him, “And you didn’t answer my question. You still got a girl at home?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’m just curious. Is she pretty?”

“Do you always flirt with people you don’t know?”

You opened your mouth to retort but before you could, you heard a voice behind you.

“Buck, what the hell man?”

You looked over your shoulder to see Sam gawking at you and Bucky cleared his throat.

“Um….Sam, Shrike.”

“Okay, what is she doing here?”

“Beats me.”

“I was around,” you answered helpfully, “So who are we killing?”

“We’re not killing!” Bucky and Sam said at the same time and you held up your hands.

“Jesus, fine. Who are we maiming?”

“Did you tell her—“

“I didn’t tell her anything.” Bucky cut him off, looking uncomfortable for some reason. You hummed, clicking your tongue.

“I’m just here to help.”

“Why?” Sam asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I’m a huge fan?”

“Try again.”

“I’m hoping he’ll get with me.” You pointed at Bucky with your thumb, making him shake his head. Sam raised his brows, a grin pulling at his lips.

“Oh is that right?”

“Don’t.” Bucky said while you heaved a sigh.

“Listen guys, not that I don’t enjoy this but this is basically a HYDRA building, so you might want to make it fast, whatever it is you’re doing.”

“Can you wait at the door while I get—the thing?” Sam asked Bucky and he nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Great!”

“I didn’t say you could come.” Bucky said and you scoffed.

“I gotta tell you, I was hoping you would say that to me in a completely different context.”

Sam let out a chuckle, “Oh she’s good.”

“Unbelievable.”

“I don’t even want to know what you’re trying to get, okay?” you asked, “I just want to make sure no one dies.”

“Because you’re a nice person?” Bucky asked, his voice full of doubt and you thought for a moment.

“Eh, I have my reasons.”

“But she has a point, we need to make it fast.” Sam said, “Let’s go.”

“Seriously?!” Bucky groaned but rushed after him with you following his lead. After you all reached the end of the hall, Sam kicked the door open and you quickly peeked inside to see a computer in the middle of the office.

Ah.

They were after some sort of a file.

“Don’t let anyone in,” Sam said and closed the door behind him. You leaned your back to the wall, flipping a knife in your hand and Bucky stole a look at you.

“Why Shrike?”

You turned your head, “Hm?”

“Why do they call you Shrike?”

You clicked your tongue, “Oh you wouldn’t get it,” you said and he tilted his head.

“Try me,” he said, “Looks like we’ll be here for a while.”

I kicked a target out of the window and he fell on top of a steel spike from a construction site.

“I like knives better than guns,” you lied and Bucky scoffed.

“You’re a sniper.”

“So were you, but look me in the eye and tell me you don’t have a favorite knife.”

“I can’t look you in the eye, your mask has goggles,” Bucky retorted, making you smile.

“My turn,” you said, “Is your girlfriend pretty?”

“The prettiest,” Bucky said without even hesitation and you had to hold back your aww.

“Does that mean I don’t have a shot?”

“That’s exactly what it means.”

“Maybe I’m prettier,” you taunted and he shook his head.

“Impossible.”

You couldn’t help the smile on your face under the mask, “Loyal type, aren’t you?”

“Not a cheater at least.”

You heaved a dramatic sigh, “Well that’s a shame,” you said, “Lucky girl.”

“Nah, I’m the lucky one.”

“Maybe I should—“ you started but stopped talking when you saw a shadow by the hall.

“I call dibs,” you said before Bucky could even object, then grabbed and pulled the figure around the corner. He almost punched you but you dodged it, sending him back with a kick on the chest.

“No killing,” Bucky called out calmly and you groaned, dodging another punch as you did a backflip, then grabbed your opponent by the hair and slammed his head in the wall, making him pass out.

“Don’t be so vanilla, Barnes.” You commented as you made your way back to him, and tilted your head when you saw the way he was looking at you, almost—

Impressed?

No it wasn’t it, it was something else.

“Huh?” he asked, then tried to pull himself together, “Wh— I’m not even going to ask.”

“I’m just saying, there’s nothing wrong with liking it a little rough,” you grinned, “On the missions, that is.”

He scoffed a laugh, shaking his head.

“You can kill someone and flirt with someone else within minutes?”

“What can I say, I’m the whole package,” you stated, “I mean, not that it works on you, Mr I’m-in-a-relationship. So are you in love then?”

“Forgive me if I don’t want to share any details of my relationship with a homicidal maniac who apparently has a thing for bad pick-up lines.”

“How rude,” you pouted, “I think they’re really good pick-up lines.”

You could see the way he was trying to suppress a smile and you flipped the knife in your hand again, his eyes automatically following your movements.

“You won’t take off that mask, will you?” he asked after a beat and you shook your head.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t like the consequences if you saw my face.”

“Will you tell me who you work for?”

“Nope,” you said, “I don’t want to end up dead. My superiors have a strange idea of discipline.”

“Why are you helping us?” he asked again but before you could come up with an excuse, the door opened.

“It’s done, let’s go.” Sam said and you pushed yourself off the wall.

“We should do this again sometime,” you said and nodded at Sam “Captain.”

Sam smiled slightly. “Thanks for the help.”

“No problem,” you said and turned to look at Bucky.

“Until next time, soldier,” you said and walked away from them, smirking to yourself.

                                               ***

So maybe that was a heat of the moment decision, and maybe Chloe was going to kill you if she ever found out about what had happened but good news was that your cover wasn’t blown.

And Bucky was fine.

You turned the vacuum cleaner off, wiping at your brow and put your hands on your hips, looking around the apartment.

“What the hell are you doing?”

You let out a squeal and turned around to see Keith standing by the doorframe.

“Keith, what the fuck?!”

“What are you doing?”

“How did you get in?”

“I’m a spy. I heard vacuum cleaner and I thought someone broke into your apartment, so I had to check.”

“You thought someone broke into my apartment to clean it?”

“Someone’s gotta,” he commented, making you glare at him before you unplugged the vacuum cleaner. “I’ve literally never seen you clean, what is happening?”

You flung yourself on the couch so that he could sit beside you. “No wonder I don’t do this shit, it’s boring.”

“But why are you doing it?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I’ll invite Bucky over.”

“So what?”

“I can’t have the apartment look like this,” you motioned around, “The guy grew up in the…. Everyone’s apartment must be spotless era.”

“He’s been here before though—“ Keith started but then covered his mouth, “Oh shit, now I get it. You’re gonna jump on his bones.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Not even a word, Keith.”

“I have lots of words,” he said, “Number one, you do realize guys don’t care about the apartment, right? I have never once gone to a girl’s apartment and walked out because she hadn’t vacuumed the place.”

“Jesus.”

“Also, if you’re trying to go all wife material—“

“Shut the fuck up, I’m not.”

“I’d like to remind you that it’s a fake relationship,” he grinned, “Are you going to dress up like a Stepford Wife too?”

“I hate the day I decided to become your friend.”

“You love me,” he shot back and you slipped a little on the couch, “But hey, do you actually want to?”

“Want to do what?”

“To sleep with him?” he asked, “Or is it just the mission?”

You tried to keep your expression stable, excitement filling you at the thought of sleeping with Bucky.

Tonight.

Oh God, you felt like a lovesick girl instead of a serious spy.

“It’ll help the mission,” you lied through your teeth, “That’s all I’m focused on right now.”

“Aren’t you a little curious about how the most ruthless assassin of the century is in bed though?”

You let a grin pull at your lips, “Maybe?”

“Ha! I knew it!” he said triumphantly, “So how detailed will your report be, exactly? Asking for a friend.”

You threw a pillow at him, “You’re terrible.”

“Mm hm,” he checked his watch, “Ugh, I gotta go to base. But if I don’t see you before tonight, just…”

“I don’t want any gross advice, Keith.”

“Remember,” he said, “You have a cover to maintain.”

You pulled your brows together, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means your cover probably likes missionary and soul gazing and stuff in bed. Complete opposite of you, so don’t be like yourself.”

“How do you even-?”

“I have it on good authority that you like knife play, Y/N,” he said, making your jaw drop, “And your cover is a sweet small town girl.”

“Did you talk to Julian?!” you exclaimed and he made a face.

“No,” he said, “You have a knife collection, you idiot. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.”

“Bullshit, who told you—“

“Ryan,” he said, “The agent you slept with and dumped, before Julian.”

“He was boring.”

“It’s beyond me why you thought it was a good idea to sleep with him,” he shook his head, “Anyways, I’m out.”

“Why do you have to go to the base, exactly?”

“I have to brief the General,” he said as he walked to the door, “I was supposed to do that yesterday but he was busy with Julian. I think those two are planning something.”

You frowned, deep in thought.

“Tell Chloe I said hi!” you called out and he saluted you, then left your apartment. You pursed your lips and stood up, looking around.

“I should probably dust the place,” you mumbled to yourself, “Where the fuck do I get one of those feather dusters?”

                                                ***

Unfortunately, Tara needed you to cover her shift that day so you had to change plans. Normally you were supposed to meet Bucky for your date, but when Tara told you there was an emergency, you couldn’t say no to her.

Keeping yourself busy at work, even if it was just a cover, helped you to get your mind off the nervousness you were feeling about tonight.

You had never been this nervous before, which came as a shock for you. Bucky was just a target, and you knew better than anyone how to manipulate targets but—

You really, really wanted this. Regardless of it being a part of the mission or not.

So you had just finished with the inventory and closed the cash register when the wind bell chimed by the door and you turned your head, a big smile lighting up your face.

“Hi!” you rushed to throw yourself into Bucky’s arms and he caught you, lifting you a little to kiss you on the lips.

“Hi darling.”

“I’m almost done.”

“No worries, I can wait,” he said and you went behind the counter to hurriedly place the jars on the shelves so that when Tara came back tomorrow morning they would be all ready.

“Sorry about falling asleep last night,” you said, an image of you killing that HYDRA agent in front of Bucky flashing in your mind, “Did you stay up late?”

“Just a little,” he said and you bit down on a smile, he really wasn’t a good liar.

“Oh? What did you do after I went to sleep?”

He waved a hand in the air, as if looking for words, “Um—I—I was with Sam.”

“Sounds fun.”

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat.

“Actually I went on a mission,” he said after a beat and you turned to him, raising your brows.

“A dangerous one?”

“Not really,” he said, “But I wanted you to know, because…”

You stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

“I don’t really know about the relationship rules so I figured honesty is the best way to go,” he said, making your heart skip a beat, “I think I accidentally flirted with someone last night.”

The words “No you didn’t.” were at the tip of your tongue but you managed to control yourself and tilted your head.

“…Oh,” you ended up saying, “With who?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Remember how I told you there was this spy I kept running into?”

You really needed to control your expression.

“Yeah?”

“I mean she flirted with me, I don’t actually think I flirted back but I wanted you to know just in case.”

You smiled slightly, “Bucky, it happens.”

He let out a relieved breath, “Okay,” he said, “Okay, good.”

“I mean as long as you don’t have a crush on her or anything.”

His hesitation lasted only for a second, maybe even less than that but it was there. Your heart skipped a beat and you frowned before he spoke.

“Of course not,” he said quickly, “Not at all, I don’t even know her.”

Was that possible? Could he be attracted to your real self as well as your cover?

Or maybe even more than your cover?

“Alright then,” you said with a smile, “I just don’t like competition.”

“There’s no competition, I promise,” he assured you and you shifted your weight, then placed the last jar on the shelf and turned to him.

“So then,” you said as you both left the shop and he threw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer. “Did you know she would be there?”

“I had no idea,” he said while you approached the motorcycle, “She ended up helping us but I don’t know what she’s playing at.”

“I think I have an idea what she’s playing at, if she flirted with you.”

Bucky chuckled and pressed a kiss on top of your head, then tilted your chin up.

“Darling….”

“What? I’m pretty sure flirting existed back in the 40s, and you know what it means.”

“What happened to it happens again?” he asked you with a grin and you shot him a look, then grabbed the helmet from him.

The road to your place was pretty short, especially with the way Bucky was riding his motorcycle. Soon enough, he pulled over in front of the building and you tried to ignore how excited you were, it—

It was finally happening.

Who were you kidding? This had nothing to do with the mission, you really, really wanted him. Your heart felt like it would break your ribcage and you took a deep breath, then got off the motorcycle and placed the helmet in its place.

“So,” you said as he got off the motorcycle as well, then pulled you closer, “Any plans for tonight?”

“Nope.”

“Any accidental meetings with hot spies?”

“Mmm, I don’t know any,” he taunted you, making you smile.

“Yeah? You sure?”

“Oh totally. Besides, I’m happily going steady with the prettiest dame in the world, remember?”

You thought you would melt right then and there, and stepped closer to him before standing up on your tiptoes.

“Right answer,” you muttered after kissing him on the lips, and tugged him by the hand. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“Upstairs,” you said, leading him into the building and he followed you as if he was hypnotized. You grinned when you got to your door, adrenaline rushing through you and you opened the door, then pulled him inside by the shirt, locking lips with him. He easily lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he kicked the door shut and you pulled back to giggle.

“Bedroom,” you pointed at the room at the end of the hall and he pulled you into a kiss, walking there, still carrying you. You let out a squeak when he dropped you to the bed but then sat up when the thought hit you.

“Oh God damn it—“ you pushed him slightly to get off the bed and he looked up at you as you stumbled to the drawer.

“Is everything okay?”

“More than okay,” you grabbed the lingerie set from the drawer, then turned to him, “Just— close your eyes and don’t go anywhere, alright?”

“…Okay but are you sure—“

“I’ll be back in a second,” you said, running to the bathroom with the lingerie set clutched in your arms and you let out a breath, looking yourself in the mirror.

Even your eyes were shiny with excitement.

You shook your head at yourself and quickly shed your clothes to get into the lingerie set. You tilted your head, checking the garter belts and the corset, then pressed a hand over your chest to calm yourself down and walked out of the bathroom.

“Are your eyes closed?” you asked with a smile as you got to the bedroom and he nodded, holding a hand over his eyes.

“Cross my heart.”

You let out a small laugh and pulled at your hand so that he could open his eyes. As soon as he did, he blinked up at you, his jaw slightly agape.

For a second, there was absolute silence in the room.

“Is this a good silence or a bad silence?” you asked, for the first time in your life you were insecure about how you looked half naked in front of a partner, “Because I’m—“

You didn’t get to finish your sentence when he grabbed you by the waist to get you under him, making you squeal.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed out and you pulled him into a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

                                                   ***

You had no idea why you woke up. In fact, considering how peaceful you felt, it was a wonder how you woke up in the middle of the night.

You could almost feel the warmth surrounding you as you leaned in to press a small kiss on his bare chest, then grabbed his shirt in the dark and put it on to walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Surprisingly he didn’t wake up, instead he mumbled something under his breath, his dog tags shining under dim light coming from outside.

You felt like you could lie there and just lose yourself in the bliss, and the mission— no, everything else could wait.

You pushed your hair behind your ear after putting your phone on the counter, then you went to the sink to fill yourself a glass of water, and finished it in three big gulps, a smile which was impossible to stop pulling at your lips.

No one, target or a boyfriend, had ever made you feel this way.

Maybe you could just tell him. After tonight, after absolute happiness, you could just tell him and maybe he would understand, maybe you two could have a future, maybe—

Your phone vibrated on the counter, interrupting your thoughts and you frowned slightly, then touched the screen to open the text.

From: Julian

We may have found something. Good thing you didn’t get too attached.

The smile was wiped off of your lips in a second and your stomach dropped as you stared at the text message.

“Fuck.”

Chapter 19

[yoichichi]

Phone Sex

18+ MINORS DNI

jean, armin, & eren (sep) x reader

warning(s): slight dom reader, male masturbation, humiliation, degradation, edging, phone sex, crying ig?, self-masturbation mentioned in Jeans but I tried to make it gender neutral, eren calls reader mommy in his but it’s like slightly a joke ,, at first🧍‍♀️

a/n: ANON YOU.... you have a mind of gold. This was a request for reading guiding the boys while they masturbate so this is that! I hope this was what you were looking for anon! :) <3 and as always I love to hear your thoughts so pls send them in 😭 i also did my best to keep the reader neutral when it mentions the reader masturbating !

Jean

When you were woke up at 2 in the morning by a call from Jean, you definitely thought you’d be racing over to his place for some kind of emergency. But when you slid your thumb across the screen and held your phone up to ear, grumbling out a ,“hello?”, instead you were met with whiny, breathy moans, pleading for a different kind of help.

“Baby? You up?” You could barely hear him over his heavy panting.

“Well, I am now.”

It was silent for a few moments while you heard him shuffling around in his bed.

“Do ya need something babe? What’d you call me so late for?” You took an innocent tone to your voice, but you knew exactly what he needed from you.

“Hnng- ah- um, yeah. I - are you - ah - busy?”

You sighed and grumbled for him to give you a second as you moved to lay on your back and put your headphones on,

“You’re sitting there with that pretty cock of yours in your hands, aren’t you? So needy and desperate to cum that you had to wake me up at 2 in the morning just to hear my voice? Aw, I never knew you were such a little slut, Jean.”

Your hands reached down between your legs to slide your bottoms off at the sound of a hoarse whimper from the other end of the phone call, clearly he was caught off guard by your sudden crude words.

“You like that? Being reminded how much of a slut you are for me?”

“Ah - mhm.” You could hear the speed of his hand increasing, and judging by his moans you could tell he was getting close.

“Look at you, all worked up and already about to make a mess of yourself. Wanna cum baby? Tell me how bad you want it.” You hummed as you brought your fingers down to play with yourself, now throbbing with need from the sound of Jeans moans; which were filled with the obvious longing to be fucking you or your dirty mouth instead of his fist.

“Oh god, I want it so bad, only you - fuck - only - oh god, baby please lemme cum.” You could see him now, a panting sweaty mess with his large hand wrapped around his cock. He was probably bucking up into his hand, the other one fisting the sheet while he tried to ground himself and wait for your permission, wanting so bad to be good for you. The head of his cock slightly swollen with need and his pretty face all scrunched up with focus.

“Yeah? You wanna cum?”

“Fuck, yes. Please?”

“Awww, what a good boy. Go on and lemme hear you cum then.”

His pretty groan filled your ears before it came out strangled and separated with gasps.

You let him ride out his high a bit longer until he spoke.

“Thank you, babe. Sorry to wake you up.” He had a sense of bashfulness to his voice - not matching the confidence he had earlier to dial you in the first place.

“Mmm, don’t worry about it. You can make it up to me by staying on the line until I cum this time.”

Armin

You’d be lying if you said Armins sniffling coming through the phone didn’t make you smile. You love when he listens to you, even when it’s killing him to do so.

“C-can I, can I keep going?” His voice was so soft and meek you could barely hear him.

He sat with his hand resting at the base of his cock, not squeezing or moving an inch. Every so often he’d run his hand through his hair or let it slide down his chest, brushing past his nipples, desperate for some kind of stimulation.

Every twitch of his cock made the tears resting on his lash line spill and stream down his red cheeks, god you could just imagine it. What you wouldn’t give to be in front of him now and see it for yourself.

“Mhm, but I want you to go nice ‘n slow. You think you can do that for me?” You did your best to keep your tone calm and unwavering, luring him into doing what you wanted, knowing he’s a sucker for receiving your praise.

“Of course I can.” He said it matter of factly, almost appalled that you’d assume he couldn’t do anything you ask of him.

“Well, go on then.”

He hissed at the sensation of his cold, tough hands dragging slowly up his cock, squeezing slightly at the head just to tease himself further - making sure to let an erotic moan slip past his lips to let you know he was going above and beyond for you. Even fondling his balls just to make the desire to cum all that more excruciating, and showing you just how much he could take if it meant being good for you.

“You sound so pretty baby, think you can hold out just a little bit longer for me? You know how much I love listening to you touch yourself, such an angel.”

“Y-yes.” He swallowed thickly - loud enough that you could hear it - knowing how proud of him you were gonna be.

“Good boy.”

Eren

Eren rarely enjoyed phone sex, too needy and demanding to think it was worth it; especially when he could pick you up or come over at any time. So why the hell would he choose to be separated and touch himself while he listened to you over the phone?

But I guess it’s different when he’s at work and only has 30 minutes to ease the strain in his pants and get you off his mind. Which is exactly why he’s calling your contact with a shaky hand as he sits in his car, making sure to park where no one would come to bother him, with the other hand busy pulling out his fat cock previously stuffed and feeling claustrophobic in his jeans - he’s lucky his work apron kept his appearance decent.

He hissed at the way it sprang up against his abdomen, his cock head already angry and swollen. God he hated you, getting him all worked up at work just because he couldn’t stop thinking about bending you over and slamming you so hard you couldn’t do anything but whine and whimper, not even able to get out a coherent sentence about how good he filled you up.

But the moment he heard the ringing falter and your sweet voice greet him , “Hey babe what’s up? Aren’t you at work right now?”, all animosity left his body. A low whimper leaving his lips instead, so desperately wanting your lips wrapped around his cock it was almost agonizing.

“Fuck babe, I need you - oh fuck - I need you to make me cum quick, ah hnngh god -“ he spoke so fast and quiet you almost thought he was in trouble, but judging by the way his voice was getting raspy, and the way it cracked at the end of his sentence, you knew he was perfectly fine.

You sighed and set your highlighter down, knowing you wouldn’t be getting back to your studying any time soon.

“Babe? You there? I -“

“Mhmm, ‘m right here.” You cut him off quickly, gnawing at your bottom lip to the sounds of his quiet pants, knowing he was quickly fisting his cock and probably on his lunch break, needing to finish fast, doing his best to cum as quick as he could, and yet he still needed to call you to help him do that? God what an ego boost.

But, you were busy studying. And rarely do you have him in such a powerless position, why not have some fun with him?

“Okay, I’ll help.” You smiled coyly at his sigh of relief.

“Really babe? Oh my g-“

“But promise you’ll do what I say?”

He was silent for a moment, but he knew he didn’t have much time to protest and really, he was putty in your hands right now. He agreed before he could change his mind, and that’s what led him to the position he was in now.

His cock sensitive to the touch and his hair falling out of his bun, his face flushed and looking slightly a mess with the sweat that was beginning to collect on his forehead.

He probably had but two minutes left on his break and he needed to come, bad.

“Please, Jesus fuck I’ve been listening but god I need to cum. I’m -“

“Okay Eren I hear you,” you giggled for a moment and he felt his stomach drop, you were up to something, “why don’t you ask mommy for permission?”

“What?”

You giggled again at his exclamation and knew he was getting frustrated by the groan he let out, but you were having too much fun, and you wanted to see how far you could push him.

“You heard me, you wanna cum so bad? Call me mommy and beg for it.” You sighed and sat back in your chair. He should’ve expected you to do something to get back at him for bothering you while you were busy, what either of you weren’t expecting though was how quickly he caved.

“Mommy, please.” His voice cracked from the dryness of his throat as he whimpered out his plea, not expecting it to send your stomach into a frenzy.

“God please let me cum, please mommy, please.”

“Y-yeah okay, go on and finish.” You sat in shock as you heard his sweet moans come through the phone, an octave higher than they’d usually be.

“I-, fuck, I gotta go back to work. You really cut it close babe. See you when I get home.” He hung up quickly, hoping it didn’t come off as rude - he just had little to no time to clean himself up before he had to clock back in.

But it didn’t matter cause you were still reeling from the way he so freely whimpered out mommy, and how enticing it sounded coming from him.

Hmm, you had a lot to think about.

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THIS IS MY FIRST KINDA DOM READER THING SO PLS GIVE ME YOUR THOUGHTS YOU KNOW I LOVE THEM and ily it’s been a while since I posted :) <3

taglist: @plutowrites @armins-futon @peachysimp @semisgroupie (I hope it’s ok to tag you it’s kinda subby boys so I thought you might be interested 🧍‍♀️)

[mypoisonedvine]

the martyrdom of st. valentine (and other romantic stories) || dark!Bucky & dark!(stepbrother?)Steve x reader

summary: you wanted to surprise your boyfriend on valentine's day, but he and your foster brother have a surprise of their own.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (heavy dubcon to the point of pretty much noncon), kinda stepcest (as per summary, steve is the reader's foster brother), bondage, a lil touch of degradation

2/14 to-do list

get waxed

get Steve out of the apartment

pick up chocolate-covered strawberries from bakery on 6th

blindfold and handcuff myself to the bed

be waiting for Bucky naked when he gets here

You sighed as you looked down at the paper, crossing the first and third items off the list. The second was going to be a bit harder, unfortunately; your foster brother had a habit of hanging around and cramping your style as much as he could manage. He felt like a real brother in that way… okay, maybe he felt like a real brother in most ways, a consequence of knowing him for most of your life, but he was definitely not your real brother. You remembered that each time you caught yourself staring too long when he was shirtless, or returning from the gym all veiny and glistening with sweat.

But you also remembered that he was still the closest thing to a real brother you'd ever had, and you scolded yourself internally for ever acting differently.

It didn’t matter now— you had Bucky, and he was the most amazing guy you’d ever met.  No, Steve was definitely not happy that introducing his best friend to his sister led to a relationship forming, but he couldn’t stop either of you in spite of his efforts to keep you apart.

Bucky had once expressed his suspicions that it was at least in part due to jealousy, if subliminal.  But you denied it unilaterally— he’s basically my brother, you told him, though it was more of a reminder to yourself than anything.

Perverted concerns about Steve’s motivations aside, Bucky was a great guy.  A bit of a sweet-talker for sure, and not exactly known for his ability to keep a long-term, serious relationship, but he was adamant that you had changed that and for once you were beginning to believe him.  You’d said from the beginning that you didn’t need this to be the proverbial ‘it’ for either of you but that you didn’t do hook-ups— especially with your brother’s friends, and extra especially with your brother’s closest and longest friend.  It only took a brief speech and two shots to convince you, now six months later and you were still going strong.

Days like this made you so happy you’d given in to his advances.  But they also made you regret giving in to Steve’s idea to be roommates in college.

“Stevie!” you yelped as he walked in, stuffing the to-do list into your backpocket.  “Just the man I wanted to see.”

“I doubt that,” he scoffed.  “It’s Valentine’s Day, I bet you want to see Bucky.  He’s coming over, right?  And you want me to fuck off so my best friend can go to town on my sister?”

You frowned, crossing your arms.  “I wanted to see you because I have a gift for you.”

“... you do?”  His eyebrow raised and you hoped your smirk looked just as smug as it felt.

“So do you want your gift or do you want to be an asshole?”

“Do I have to pick just one?” he joked.

“Just come over here,” you instructed, waving him closer.  He seemed hesitant, but eventually did as you’d asked.  From your other back pocket you pulled out two tickets.

“Rangers, center ice,” you beamed.  “For you and a date.”

“And this isn’t just an excuse to get me out of the house?”

“No, it’s a thank you for being such a great brother.”

“So, if I wanted to take Bucky…” he trailed off, already calling your bluff as you rolled your eyes.

“Okay, that’s just sad.  There’s no reason you can’t find a girl to take— god knows Bucky hasn’t spent a Valentine’s Day alone since the fucking eighth grade.  And you’re just as cute as he is!”

“Well, if you could alert the rest of the female population to that, that would be great,” he scoffed, “but until then I’ll take the tickets,” he decided as he took them from your hand.  “A Rangers game might be the only thing distracting enough to keep me from thinking about what you and Buck are gonna do while I’m gone.”

You were hoping for a little more enthusiasm considering how much the tickets had cost you, but at least he was going to go and give you the apartment to yourself for the evening.  “You’re welcome, by the way.”

After stripping and sprinkling rose petals on the comforter, you'd actually found a YouTube tutorial on how to blindfold and handcuff oneself, and it was a little odd that enough people had this problem to merit its existence but it was still very helpful: turns out the secret is to blindfold yourself first but keep it folded up with one eye able to see until you do the handcuffs, then use your arm to slide the blindfold down into place.

It was tricky, and a little bit extra awkward while naked, but you figured it out and smiled proudly to yourself as you completed your last task on your to-do list.

Now, for likely the most difficult task of all: waiting in darkness and silence for Bucky to arrive.

Apparently it is, in fact, possible to be slightly bored yet titillated.  The thought of what Bucky would do to you when he got here was exciting, but it only made you crave his presence more which enhanced your quiet loneliness.  It wasn't like you could read a book or listen to music to kill the time, so you settled for humming to yourself as you waited.

Don't go changing, to try and please me, something something before, hmmm

I just want someone that I can talk to, I want you just the way you are...

But that grew tiresome quickly and you resorted instead to planning exacty how angry you would be if Bucky was late when you were waiting for him in such a compromising and inconvenient state.  For a moment you imagined he'd really gone to the Rangers game with Steve and became briefly livid over a hypothetical situation.

The crackling roar of Bucky's motorcycle outside was distant but undeniable, making you smile in anticipation.  You worried for a moment that you might have locked the top lock of the front door by instinct, but thankfully Bucky and to make it inside alright since next thing you knew, your bedroom door was opening.

The rattle of the doorknob made your breath catch; you opened your legs slowly in time with the quiet creak of the hinges.  “I’ve been waiting for you…” you purred.

“Hi there, babydoll,” Bucky’s voice answered back huskily.

The heavy steps of his boots made it clear he hadn't taken his shoes off at the door, a habit that had driven you crazy since he was your annoying brother's also-annoying best friend.  Was this the real reason he'd chained you up, so he could freely irritate you?  What next, was he gonna put a cold drink on your nightstand without a coaster?

"You really went all out for me, sweetheart," he noticed, his voice closer than you'd expected; it was fun to not know exactly where he would be, it made you squirm under the gaze you couldn't see but could somehow feel.

How weight joining yours on the bed was a good sign to his location though, along with his hands sliding up your legs.

“Look at this pretty pussy,” he cooed pridefully as he dove in suddenly and licked a thick stripe through your folds.

“Fuck,” you shivered, tugging on your handcuffs unintentionally.

“Feel good, babygirl?” he pressed, chuckling when you nodded.  “You want more?”

“Please,” you whimpered.

He didn’t get back to it right away, the weight on the bed shifting slightly, and it made you fear that he planned to make you beg more before eating you out— but finally his lips returned to you as his tongue explored your sex.

“Oh god,” you moaned, your back arching of its own volition.  It was a little different than he normally did this— less confident and measured, more cautious yet hungry.  Typically he teased you a lot more, knowing exactly the spots that drove you wild and intentionally leaving them understimulated until you begged him to let you come, but now as soon as he found them he was targeting them— perhaps a rare show of mercy from the guy who was normally happy to leave you on edge for hours.

You could feel his moans vibrating into you when he slid his tongue inside and against your channel; it instantly made your back arch as the handcuffs quietly clinked above your head.

He stopped just a little too soon, pulling your hips up until the back of your legs were resting on the front of his.  Being manhandled by him turned you on enough to make you bite your lip.

"Fuck, put your cock in me, wanna feel you," you moaned your plea as you heard the rustling of clothes; your mouth watered when you imagined Bucky stripping, with that insane body of his.

His thick head glided over your entrance and you were preparing to beg some more when he suddenly pushed in, giving you what you wanted so much faster than normal.  Not that you were complaining!

He was also much quieter than normal, which you were actually willing to complain about but didn't.

"Oh god," you groaned at the feeling of him stretching you open, gasping when his cock brushed right over your spot— it made your body jolt each time he pulled back and hit it again.

"Feels good, huh?" Bucky asked and you nodded happily.

"So good," you whimpered.

"I wasn't asking you."

Before you could question it, Bucky’s calloused fingers pulled up your blindfold— but it was Steve’s face above you, Steve’s body on top of yours… and, much to your horror, Steve’s cock inside you.

“What the fuck?!” you yelped, trying to squirm away as you tugged at the cuffs but failing completely.

“Fuck,” Steve winced, “you get really tight when you struggle like that.”

“Don’t act so surprised, babygirl,” Bucky cooed playfully as you turned to stare at his devilish grin.  “You wanted this… you just didn’t want to admit it to yourself.  And Stevie here always wanted this, too, and aren’t you so glad he told me?”

You shuddered as Steve continued thrusting, pushing his cock so deep it made you feel a little nauseous.  "Steve, you've gotta stop," you begged.   "If you love me, you'll stop."

"That's the thing: I love you too much to stop."

He moved faster, paying no mind to your confused whimpers, holding your hips tight as his head fell back slightly which brandished his thick neck and bobbing Adam's apple.

"There's no point in pretending," Bucky reminded you coldly, watching the whole thing with crossed arms and an expression that almost looked… bemused?  "You already showed us how much you love it, so don't waste your time acting so disgusted now."

You regretted more than anything saying that it felt good, literally asking him to fuck you before you really understood what you were asking for: you thought it was Bucky, yes, but that didn't mean it was an act.  It did feel good, and that must've been obvious to everyone since you were so wet already.  You could hear it each time he pushed all the way in, that telltale squelching noise that was somehow disgusting and hot all at once.

Steve wasn't so quiet now that he didn't have to be.  "God, you feel so good," he whispered, grabbing the backs of your knees and pushing your legs up.  It forced his cock even deeper and you choked on your own suppressed moan.

You heard Bucky opening his belt, and turned your head to see him pull out and stroke his cock while he watched Steve fuck you.  It was hard to imagine what he was getting out of this; he never seemed like the sharing type, if anything he sometimes became too possessive.  But clearly there was a lot about him and Steve that you didn't understand.

"Play with her tits," Bucky instructed, voice a bit deeper as he pleasured himself, "makes her come so fast."

Steve dropped your legs to rest on his shoulders so his hands were free to grope your chest, thick fingers twisting and tugging your nipples.  Annoyingly, Bucky knew his way around your body well by now, and so it was difficult to pretend that Steve's touches weren't sending shocks of pleasure right down your spine and to your core.

You had been biting on your lip so hard to stay quiet that you feared you would break the skin, until Bucky leaned down and gave you a little slap on the cheek— not very hard, but enough to make you gasp which in turn released the moan you'd been holding back.

"There it is, honey, don't be quiet for my benefit," Bucky encouraged.  "It's okay to like it, I'm not gonna be jealous."

As if that was your concern; angering your boyfriend by enjoying being fucked by your foster brother.  

"You really overestimate my interest in your— fuck— in your feelings," you panted as you glared up at Bucky where he was grinning down at you with a look that almost indicated pride.

"You're gonna come, aren't you?" he asked, ignoring your resistance entirely.  Whatever chance you had at pretending he was wrong was lost when, just for a moment, your eyes widened at his question.  "Yeah, thought so.  I can tell by that dumb look on your face.  I'm close too, babydoll, betcha wanna taste it…"

His free hand roughly held your jaw open as he stroked himself desperately, his weak groan coinciding with the moment you felt his hot seed spray into your open mouth, his taste familiar despite the entirely surreal circumstances.

It was purely coincidence that you came in that moment, your walls bearing down on Steve while you tried to stay silent so you wouldn't choke on Bucky's spend.

"Fuck, that's it, gonna fill this pretty mouth— god yes, you'd better swallow it all," he sighed as come painted your tongue and the inside of your cheek.  Maybe it was more than normal or maybe it was just that he was tightening his hand around the head of his cock to get every drop in your mouth, but either way it was enough to give you quite a mouthful to swallow, which you did without much question due to force of habit.

"M’close too," Steve warned as Bucky stepped back, "I'm gonna come."

“No, Steve, not inside,” you whimpered, hearing the way your voice had weakened after your orgasm, “you can’t…”

“I can,” he disagreed, “Bucky said so.”

Once again, Bucky's will was more important than your own, and your desperate pulling at the handcuffs was only another reminder of the way you'd guided yourself into his trap.

"Don't," you stammered one more time, but it was hard to focus when he was filling you exactly how you needed, when his thick hands gripping your waist felt just as perfect as you'd secretly imagined so many times… 

Denial is a powerful drug, but so is two orgasms in a row.

"Fuck!" you yelped as you felt a gush of warmth drip from your entrance, even further wetness spurring on Steve's fast and brutal thrusts into you.

"Knew you'd love it," Steve mumbled, growling slightly as he slammed into you.  "Knew you'd take it so well, make a pretty mess all over my cock— fuck I can't wait anymore, gotta fill you up, oh my god... gotta give you my load, honey, you want it?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "Steve, yes, come in me…"

He didn't need much more encouragement than that, groaning loudly as you felt his cock flex and pulse against your walls, his release overwhelmingly hot inside you.

You sighed in time with Steve as he finally stilled, and it was hard to know where to look when Steve and Bucky were both staring down at you.  “What happens now?” you found yourself asking, not so much a literal question about the next task but more about what the three of you were going to do with all the unfortunate truths that had come to light in less than half an hour.

“What happens now is I take my turn,” Bucky informed you sternly, pushing Steve aside.  “Did you really think I wasn’t gonna fuck my girlfriend on Valentine’s Day?”