#I get to write the temple bit soon. I am very excited for the temple bit soon

[tracle0]

Snippet Sunday VIII

I think it's the eighth Sunday...? Maybe maybe! Here's some prophet story I wrote freshly for you (yes, you!)

A hand raised to his chest, trying to find the mutilation that had forced his ribs to poke out like ageing farmhouse fencing. His skin was sealed, unblemished under his fingers; sticky from his blood, but otherwise untouched. An identical inspection around his throat found the same. No hole for pathetic, fleshy pleas to wheeze through. All fixed. All perfect.

“You saved me,” he finally whispered, eyes wide and awed. “You – you didn’t have to, but you…?”

The Blight – previously quiet, considerate, letting him get to terms with the gift of his life – curled in his head, content. You’ve done me well, it said simply. I don’t want to lose you yet.

He probed carefully at his skull, hair sliding between his fingers. He could see where shards of his skull had been ejected, pick them up and inspect them, but he found no hollows in his head, no blemishes. “Thank you,” he said softly. “I… thank you.”

Your brother is almost here.

Cain blinked, the brief memory of something – a squirrel? – flashing through his mind, before he shook it away, focused. “We should go, then,” he said, starting to stand. The ground glimmered. His surroundings groaned and sobbed, the forgotten guards whimpering and wheezing, the fury surrendering them to shock and agony. “To Body?”

It hesitated. As he started to walk past a pair of guards, one pinned down by the other, bloodied and bruised, it drew his attention down to the ground, to a discarded knife next to the freed, fighting pair. See if you can slow him down, it suggested idly.

[residenthughes]

slow sundays - mat barzal

pairing: mat barzal x gender neutral reader

word count: 1k

tags/warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, no mention of y/n

summary: any day spent with barzal is always good, especially sundays.

notes: a little something i wrote when i should have been sleeping, oops! may write a longer version, may not but i'll definitely write up something else longer for barzy, as well as some other fics that i've started and am very excited to share, hehe! as always, hope this finds u well and that you enjoy this small ball of fluff. much love! <3

oh! forgot to mention, this post is inspired by this post by @novelbear! they spoil tumblr rotten with such adorable prompts! :)

Sundays are your favourite days of the week. The normal anxieties that creep in from a long lived weekend cease to exist in your timeline, a day defined by slow sweetness and sacred serenity. This year you’ve really lucked out with said day, most of Mat’s games scheduled another time and on the off chance he has practice, it’s before you can even pry yourself from the comfort of your cloud-like mattress. This is one of those Sundays, where you’re tucked away in citrus scented sheets, fast asleep as Mat presses a tender kiss on the bridge of your nose before he goes off to do what he does best, leaving you to emerge from your cocoon whenever you please.

You decide shortly after Mat departs to desert the covers, arranging them neatly with a sleepy pout set onto your puffy lips before starting your share of morning chores. Amidst the array of bits and bobs you cater to around your cosy home, you cook up a breakfast built for two - piping hot and ready to eat by the time Mat’s car pulls up the driveway. 

You drape your arms lazily around his nape, beaming a lovesick grin as you peck your long-time lover. “Good practice?”

“Great practice,” he breathes against you, minty fresh with the faint waft of his accompanying cologne. His strong arms pull you impossibly closer, your body snug in his embrace. “But I’ve got better things waiting for me right here.”

His large hands cup a handful of your butt, giving it a cheeky squeeze that involuntarily makes you jump against him, your cheeks crimsoning. “And to think, that’s the thanks I get for making us breakfast.”

Mat releases his grip as you back away, disbelief washing all over his sculpted features as he gives you a cocked eyebrow and a petty laugh. “Says the one who-”

Your hand comes up, an index finger raised. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

Wordlessly, Mat holds his hands up in surrender, brazen-faced as you send him an eye-roll with crossed arms. Despite the circumstances, your hands find the top of his zipper, opening up his coat before you hang it up near the door in perfect routine. The selfless action still warrants one of your favourite kisses from your boyfriend, kisses from side-to-side - a kiss on the cheek, nose and cheek again. A simple action but one that robs you of all oxygen, a lightness in your limbs and a tingle down your spine. You soon turn around with Mat trailing not far behind as you venture back to your spacious kitchen, settling at the quaint table for two - a single vase rose separating your plates packed with all your breakfast favourites.

Before you have the chance to take your seat at your baby blue painted table, Mat comes up from behind you, cradling you in his sugary embrace as he plants a delicate kiss against your temple, your heart overflowing with the magic of your slow Sundays together. “How’d I get so lucky?”

You hum blissfully, a hand delicate against his stubble-ridden cheek as you simply exist together, limbs tangled as you savour the moment like sand slipping through your fingertips. A quick kiss against Mat’s prickly cheek puts a pause on the moment, your grin giddy as your hand takes Mat’s as you direct him to sit, which he does - no questions asked, fuschia dusted upon the apples of his cheeks.

You fall into perfect routine, your brunch a show that consists of all your favourites: Mat’s cutlery glimmering in the soft rays pouring into the windowed kitchen as he cuts his food, ceremoniously offering you the first bite of his food with the same smitten closed mouth smile that he had the first day he met you. Happily, you accept his generous offer and take a bite, beaming with full rosy cheeks as he swipes the crumbs with such an earnest shimmer in his eyes that it makes your heart squeeze with joy.

Your brunch continues in similar fashion, two enamoured partners basking in the company of another as you bond over a hearty plate of food, time lost in endless dialogues and timeless ‘I love you’s. When there’s nothing but crumbs speckled across your ceramic plates, Mat shoos you away before you can get a protest in, you resorting to sulking on the edge of couch as the sounds of plates clinking together competes with the noise coming from the TV. 

When everything’s said and done, the washing up dried and packed away, Mat shuffles into the lounge, falling into the couch with a grunt as he positions himself as close to you as possible. You can never bring yourself to mind, head falling to his broad shoulder once he’s propped his feet against the hickory coffee table with his arm circling your shoulders. Another kiss atop your head tells you he’s settled and you melt into his side, no objections sounding from your long-time boyfriend as reruns of 'The Bachelor' blare from the TV. If anything, Mat immerses just as much as you. Well, as much as the slightly fatigue man can as his fingers absently fiddle with locks of your hair, the gesture a lullaby that aids your sudden drowsiness that links hands with the warmth emitting from Mat’s body that always fits against yours like a puzzle piece.

Before you’re able to drift away into a shallow slumber, a slumber you both shall share prior to your simple plans for the day, Mat’s sleep-laced voice calls out to you. 

“Waking up next to you is the best part of my day.”

And you chuckle softly because of the simple fact you know this to be true - evidenced in the way affirmations of love fall so easily from his lips, in the way he never allows you to walk near any busy roads and buys you flowers just because. And, best of all, when your precious Sunday comes and goes, your Monday view consists of your beautiful boyfriend as you reverse out of your driveway, a sleepy smile mellowed into his features as he sees you off, hollering one and the same line wishing you a great day at work, which is nothing but granted if you’ve got him by your side. 

[speedingkamori]

hi!! saw in ur rules u write for yandere content👀 if ur down for it, could you write for yandere scout?? lowkey obsessed w ur jealous fic so maybe you could piggy back off that?? just a though?? thank you !!! -🐌

Bandages | Yandere!Scout x reader

Unofficial sequel to: jealousy

Warnings: obviously yandere (possessiveness, extreme jealousy, anger, maybe a little bit of gaslighting… etc), SLIGHT medic x reader if you squint.., not proof read and probably not very good ;-;

I’m glad someone liked it lolol I mentioned before that I haven’t written anything in foreverrr and am very rusty- especially when it comes to things that aren’t fluff @_@ Also SO so sorry for the wait, genuinely did not mean to take this long ugh </3

Scout was ecstatic- over the moon! Now that you we’re finally his, things we’re starting to look up. For the longest time he was being eaten alive by his own unrequited love, sinking deeper into this sickening feeling he had in his gut every time he saw you- but now you belonged to him! He finally had you!

You’d been together for a little while at this point and he expected this awful feeling to go away once he had settled into your new relationship, but to his surprise it was only getting worse.

He felt his stomach drop anytime he saw you talking with any of the other mercs. The way they patted your back when you did good out on the field, the way you’d laugh when they told some stupid joke. God, it was disgusting.

After a particularly tough mission he watched as the medic pulled you into his office, gently tending to your wounds.

“You’re really banged up…” Medic remarked, a small chuckle slipping from his lips. “Not to worry, you’re in good hands!” He had his usual crazed smile as he tended to you.

Scout couldn’t take it anymore and cleared his throat to announce his presence.

“Is all that really necessary, Doc?” He huffed, leaning in the door way.

Medic was a bit taken aback by his questioning, but before he could answer you stepped in, excited to see your boyfriend after such a hard battle.

“Jer!” You smiled excitedly. “You came to check on me? Do you care about me or something?” You teased as he let himself into medics office, wrapping an arm around a bit too tightly.

“Course I did, I was worried sick. Glad to see you’re holding up okay.” He wasn’t lying entirely. He knew you’d be fine, what really worried him was you being alone with Medic. I’m his mind everyone wanted you to themselves the same way he did, he had to make sure they didn’t try and take you away.

“You ready to get outta here?” He asked the question as if you weren’t receiving medical treatment. You turned back to Medic, giving him a nervous, but sympathetic smile.

He rolled his eyes, sighing at your antics. “Young love.” He remarked. “Ja, I suppose you’re good to go- just take it easy for the next couple days.”

“Thanks, doc!” You jumped down from the desk excitedly. “You’re the best.”

That set something off inside Scout, he clenched his fist tightly as he felt this rage bubbling up inside him. You grabbed his hand, temporarily snapping him out of his trance as you lead him out of the office. The door shut behind you and he stopped in his tracks, his hand slipping from yours.

“Aw- sorry doll, there’s somethin’ I need to talk to Medic about…” he pressed a firm kiss to your temple that seemed to linger a bit longer than normal. “Why don’t you head back to my room and relax a little bit, I’ll meat you there soon alright?”

You smiled up at him, nodding your head as you toddled off. It was pretty late and you were tired, you had 0 issue getting all comfortable in bed.

Once you were out of sight his sweet expression fell as he re-entered the medical wing.

“Hey, Doc.” He spat. “I gotta bone to pick with you.”

Medic looked up from the supplies he was cleaning up. He sighed in annoyance, not wanting to deal with Scouts shenanigans.

“Alright, but make it quick.”

“I don’t like the way you keep feelin’ up my girl.” He hissed. “I see the way you look at her, but she’s with me! So back off.”

Medic couldn’t help but laugh. “You can’t be serious…” he looked down at Scout, seeing the anger in his eyes, he sighed again and rested his hand on the younger man’s shoulder. “Look, I understand, you are jealous and insecure-“

Scout slapped his hand away, grabbing him by the collar.

“This ain’t about me! This is about you.” He snarled. “I’m tellin’ you nicely to back off, this’ll be your only warning. Don’t make me get ugly.”

“Du bist ein verlorener Fall…” Medic pushed Scout off, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Alright, fine. I’ll- I’ll back off.” He wasn’t taking Scout very seriously at all but he was honestly too tired to deal with any of this. Despite this, this was a satisfactory answer for Scout and he seemed to let up a bit.

“Glad we have an understanding…” he huffed. Without another word he turned and left quick.

Medic watched him leave, shaking his head disapprovingly. “There’s something wrong with that boy…” he remarked to himself.

Scout walked away with his heart pounding on his chest, still a bit angry from the perceived competition. In his mind it was obvious that everyone wanted a piece of you- I mean how could they not? You were perfect!

He paced back and forth outside his own door- he knew you were in there waiting for him. He was mulling over every detail, trying to figure out exactly what to say to you. He had to keep you no matter what, he couldn’t let anybody else get in the way. He sighed, relenting as he finally entered.

“Hey dollface. Ya miss me?”

You were obviously excited to see him again and quickly pulled him in, placing a kiss to his cheek.

“Course I did.” You smiled.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to take so long I just-“ he stopped himself, thinking for a moment before he let out a small sigh. “I got to talkin’ with Medic and I guess I just got wrapped up in everything…”

“What’d you talk to him about?” You asked it so innocently, not realizing you had taken the bait he set out.

“Just checkin’ up on an injury from awhile back- no biggie.” He shrugged a bit, scrunching up his nose. “But he made a few weird comments about you after you left and- I mean I couldn’t just ignore that.”

You seemed a bit taken aback, your expression immediately falling. Sure, he was a bit eccentric but Medic had never once made you feel uncomfortable.

“What? What kinda stuff did he say?” You laugh nervously, hoping it wasn’t anything bad. Scout say you down on the bed and began to tell you all the uncomfortable remarks the doctor had made. He held your hands tight and said everything so earnestly- you had no reason not to believe him. He had never given you a single reason to doubt him.

“Of course I had to speak up, I mean, I’m not just gonna let this creep disrespect my girl…” he pinched your cheek a little, in an attempt to make you feel better or lighten the mood.

“Thanks, Jeremy.” You let out a heavy sigh, hanging your head. “I-I don’t even know what to say…”

“Hey, you don’t gotta say anything.” He reassured you, pulling you into a tight hug. “I’ve dealt with it. You don’t gotta worry about him no more… if you want next time you get hauled in there, I’ll come with- keep watch and make sure he doesn’t try nothing.”

“You’d really do that for me?” You asked quietly.

“You kiddin’? ‘Course I would!” He held on to you tighter, running his hand up and down your back gently. “I’d do anything to make sure you’re safe…”

You laughed softly. “Thanks Jer. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Apart of him felt guilty, for slandering Medic the way that he did. But it was all for you, right? He had to do whatever it took to keep you safe, even at the expense of the other mercs.

[letters-from-dekarios]

(A neat white envelope with red trim and a grey wax seal of Ilmater's symbol with the following letter inside as well as a small pressed purple wildflower: )

Dearest Gale,

(There are quite a few opening lines scratched out)

I've never been good at writing letters, but my love, by the time this gets to you, I should be setting out to join you in Waterdeep, if not already on the road. My boat is setting out in a few mornings from now, a few kind sailors are allowing me passage on their vessel in turn for a bit of coin and prayers for safe travels.

I am pleased to say that the Temple of the Open Hand is largely back up and running after Father Lorgan, may his soul rest. There has yet to be a new high priest(ess) appointed, but deliberation is going on. I was never one of the inner workings of the clerical order of things, but it seems very intense.

I love you, and I miss you more than anything.

Your darling,

Lyllas

(Extras: Lyllas (he/him), is a half-elf monk devoted to Ilmater. He was raised in The Open Hand Temple in Rivvington, and is just a slight bit strange all around ((High wis/low cha builds are really fun)). Getting to the temple in act 3 was absolutely devastating, so he stayed for a few months after to make sure things were going to be fine after Father Lorgan's death.)

My sweet Lyllas,

I am excited to hear you will be returning to Waterdeep soon! Though I know drawing away from the temple is disheartening, I cannot wait to be with you again. May the waters be ever kind to your ship as you begin your journey home, my love.

I am sure your efforts to restore the temple and the worship there were appreciated. Selfless acts of dedication to one’s God are ever harder to come by, even for clerics, these days! But I do know that your god is looking down on you with a smile, my dear.

I’ll have something sweet prepared for you when you return, don’t doubt me on that! By the time you receive this, you should be setting sail and can look forward to the surprise I’ve got for you. Journey safe, my love, I will see you soon.

Yours truly,

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔

text reads: gale dekarios

[riddle-me-ri]

oh oh! how do you think btas riddler would react to his s/o successfully completing The Riddle of the Minotaur?

A/N: Aww omg this idea is so cute! He would be estatic he would be thrilled and so proud!! Aww I always enjoy writing for my wee husbando this is so cute! Also sorry I sorta…went a wee bit off track lol and I..kinda borrowed a similar twist I’ve done before…I hope you don’t mind…it was just really hard to resist the opportunity was RIGHT THERE lmao

Word Count: 1k

BTAS Riddler x Reader - Full Playthrough

“Edward, what’s this?”

“Oh, you’ll see.” Ed smiled. 

You sat up straight in a plush office chair, staring at a large computer monitor. An 8-bit epic score played through the speakers and a pixelated title on the screen in green text: 

“The Riddle of the Minotaur”

Below the title was blinking green text stating; 

“Press Enter to Start.”

When you finally read the title, you smiled up at Edward. 

“It’s your game! I-I didn’t think you had a copy still…after what happened.”

Edward sighed, nodding. “Despite…the outcome of my game being stolen right from under me…I’m still very proud of it.” 

“You should be!” You exclaimed. 

Edward leaned in and gently nestled his chin into your left shoulder. 

He whispered warmly into your ear. “But now, it would mean the world to me if…you played it in it’s entirety.”

You gasped. You always enjoyed playing Eddie’s puzzle toys and video games. They always got you to think outside the box and they were super fun too! Not to mention, you adored the praise he gave you for solving them. 

Now, one of his most well known (or perhaps…infamous?) creations was in front of you. Waiting to go on a virtual enigmatic adventure. 

‘I-I’d love to Eddie! This is exciting!” Edward chuckled. He always did love your enthusiasm for his creations. 

He lifted his head up from your shoulder and gave an encouraging kiss to your temple. 

“Good luck, darling. And don’t be surprised if it’s a bit different than what you might have learned when it was released.” 

After that Edward walked out of his office, leaving you a bit confused at that last statement. 

You knew a little about the game, it’s setting, and the objective to get to the center of a maze and outsmart the Minotaur. You have heard some kid beat the game while The Riddler was at large. What was the kid’s name? Tom? Dick? Harry?

You shrugged it off, maybe Edward just added a couple more puzzles or maybe updated some riddles?

Pushing down on the “enter” button, the game finally began. 

Minutes soon turned into a couple of hours. 

Your hands flew across the keyboard–answering riddles, clicking on arrows to navigate through the winding maze. 

A couple riddles were some you have heard or seen before:

“What is the shortest distance between a point in Nome, Alaska, and a point in Miami, Florida?”

You even recognized one of Edward’s favorite riddlers. 

“I have billions of eyes, yet I live in darkness. I have millions of ears yet only four lobes…”

Of course, the brain…duh!

You have yet to run into the Hand of Fate or the Minotaur. 

You couldn’t help the proud smirk that grew on your face as you saw the center of the maze up ahead on the map. 

However, now the questions…seemed to have changed. 

The riddles thus far have been fairly usual and some were related to the theme of the Minotaur mythos…

Yet, these last few had a more…romantic feel?

“I can break, I can be clogged, I can be attacked, I can be given, I can be kept, I can be crushed, yet I can be whole at the same time. What am I?” 

A heart…

You navigated further to the center before you hit another riddle. 

“I hurt the most when lost, yet also when not had at all. I’m sometimes the hardest to express, but th easiest to ignore. I can be given to many, or just one. What am I?” 

You tapped your finger on top of the mouse as you pondered. 

“Love…” You typed out the word and pressed the enter key. 

Heart, love…odd but you could feel your cheek slightly warm. Perhaps, these were the changes he made, to make the game more special for your playthrough. 

Finally, you are just outside the center of the maze. You’re confronted by the Minotaur before you can pass through the final gate. 

The pixelated minotaur raised his blade before asking a final riddle. 

“Answer the riddle…and you shall pass to the center of the maze. If you answer incorrectly, you shall perish.” The red text typed out the Minotaur’s speech. 

“For your final riddle…” The Minotaur began. 

“...It connects two people…yet it only touches only one. What is it?” 

An empty text box appeared at the bottom of the speech box. A vertical line blinked, waiting for an answer. 

“W-What?” You asked out loud to yourself. 

Connects two people…but only touching one or the other?

You were lost in thought, so much so you didnt’ hear the door open and someone slowly walking behind you. 

Edward wore a proud wide grin on his face. You were so close to the finish line and he had the perfect reward. 

“A…not a…ugh…there was love…heart…it’s gotta connect.” 

You gasped as your mental lightbulb went off. You typed sporadically on the keys. 

“A…wedding…ring?” You pressed enter. 

The screen went black for a moment, before showing your warrior character in the middle of the maze standing in front of a trove of treasures. 

Your smile grew wide as the text came up confirming your victory. 

“Eddie!” You hollered as you jumped out of your seat. “I did it!” 

“I knew you could, darling.” Eddie beamed. 

You jumped again this time in surprise more than excitement. 

Edward was right behind you, a soft look filled with affection topped with a sweet smile. 

“Eddie! W-When–how–I, I did not see you-”

Edward chuckled. “I wanted to be here just before your inevitable win. I knew you would…but you never cease to amaze me.” 

You giggled as you rushed over to him, planning for an embrace. But before you got your arms around him–he dropped down on one knee. 

Your eyebrows scrunched in the middle. 

Then another lightbulb goes off. 

The riddles, the answers…especially near the end. 

“I may be the smartest man in this world…but only you could make me the happiest man in this world…will you marry me?” 

You got your second wind to rush him again, to finally embrace him. This time you followed through and even knocked him down to the ground. 

“Yes! Yes!” You shrieked excitedly, “I’d love to!” 

Edward sighed in relief as he tightened his arms around you. When you finally let up, Edward gently slid the ring on your finger. 

“It connects two people…” He began. 

When the ring nestled around the base of your finger, your smile widened more than when you won the game.

“Yet, it only touches one.” You finished.

[st4r-d0g]

"taehyung's heat" ; kim taehyung x gn!reader

genre: smut

warnings: omegaverse (reader is alpha, tae is omega), public sex, breeding, there's a mention of tae being pregnant in the future, throat-fucking, a little bit of reader treating tae like a pet ("good boy" praise type stuff), reader's nickname for him is taetae, no gendered terms are used for the reader but your genitals are described as "cock" & "length"

synopsis: out on a walk with your beloved mate taehyung, you know he's been trying to hide how much his heat is affecting him. finally, he can't take it anymore, and you're glad to help him out. he is, however, impatient, and can't wait until the two of you get home.

word count: 1.4k

notes: uncreative title, i know. but it's late, and i was really excited to write this when that anon got back to me. i'm not even particularly dominant usually but i am in love with this idea. also i love the word cock so much that i always blank when i have to use another word to break up the use of cock. anyway yeah i really hope this is good! enjoy!!

The weather was beautiful, perfect for a walk- there was hardly a cloud in the sky, and to combat the warmth of the bright sun, a gentle breeze blew over you and your mate. For you, it was refreshing, but when you looked over at him, he looked a little too warm. His face was red, beads of sweat forming by his temples. Taehyung met your gaze with pleading eyes.

“Aw, Taetae, what’s wrong?” You cooed at him, watching as the affectionate nickname nearly made him collapse.

“You already know.” He tried to groan, rather unamused, though it came out as more of a whine. You giggled at him sweetly. His heat had been taking quite the toll on him, and while he claimed he was fine when it started, you got to watch as he grew less and less able to hide his needs from you. It only took a couple of days, but as his lavender scent grew sweeter and stronger, you could tell that he needed you.

“Can you wait until we get home?” You quieted down to ask, quirking a brow at him. He tried to glare at you in response, but his gaze softened, and you could practically see in his eyes that he imagined for hardly a second what you could do with him right then. A long whimper escaped him before he shook his head at you. A devious smirk formed on your lips, and Taehyung averted his gaze.

Having been very out in the open, you had to find somewhere a little more secluded to take your beloved. Your decision was made when you spotted an alleyway up ahead. It was out of the sun, and would be out of sight for anyone passing by, unless they were really looking. As you grabbed Taehyung’s arm to pull him along, he gasped softly, a bit startled. He followed you without question, though. 

Once the two of you were in the shade of the alley, you wasted no time in reaching under his shirt to feel up his slim, toned body. You pressed your face into his neck, breathing him in and gently biting him. Suddenly, he was noticeably trembling, and he grabbed onto you. His nails dug into your shoulders as if his knees were about to give out, just from a little bit of touching.

As soon as you pulled your face away from his neck, he tried to follow, leaning heavily on you. Poor Taehyung was too horny to stand up straight, and who were you to force him to? Carefully, you moved your hands and allowed him to sink to his knees. He began feeling up your thighs, smiling up at you, eyes glazed over, as he did.

He buried his face in your clothed crotch, trying to further intoxicate himself on your scent. You could no longer hide how his heat was affecting you at that point. When all you could smell was him, and you knew it was happening despite his attempts to claim he was fine, he was lucky you had the self control to keep yourself from ravaging him sooner. Your cock throbbed against his face, through the fabric separating them.

You undid your pants and hooked your thumbs beneath your underwear, pulling both of them down just enough to expose exactly what Taehyung wanted. He was quick to wrap his fingers around it, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch in your throat as he licked the tip. When he licked it a second time, seemingly just to taste you, you grew a bit impatient.

“Can I have a little more, Taetae?” You asked, trying to stay sweet. At this, he popped the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before trying to take a bit more of you into his mouth. He gagged a little bit when you hit the back of his tongue, pulling away entirely to compose himself.

Lacing your fingers into his hair, you moved your hand around to the back of his head. As he put your cock in his mouth once again, a low growl escaped you in your pleasure. You pulled his face closer to your hips, burying your length into his mouth and throat. He seemed better prepared that time, gagging, but not trying so desperately to pull away.

“Good boy.” You praised, pulling your hips back momentarily, only to begin thrusting into his mouth. Taehyung tried to keep looking up at you, but as you roughly fucked his face, he had no choice but to shut his eyes tightly to concentrate on not fighting you off when he would gag. Your hand in his hair quickly turned into a fist, pulling up toward yourself as you continued to thrust your hips.

Every whimper that escaped him during this made you want to fuck him more, to please him and sate his need. Before getting too close, you allowed him to pull away.

“Can you get up for me? C’mon, here.” You purred, helping him to his feet and bringing him over more to the side of the alleyway so that he could lean on the wall. Softly, he whimpered his thanks, your name escaping his lips.

As he leaned with his arms, you reached around to undo his pants and pull them down, revealing his bare ass to you. Upon looking a bit lower, and a bit closer, you noticed the very dark wet spot in his underwear. When you brought your hand down to prod at his entrance, you had to wonder just how much slick he could produce.

“Please…” He whined in response to just your fingers, arching his back to push his ass further toward you. “Need you…” He was hardly coherent enough to request that from you. How could you leave him in such a state? So cute and needy, all for you.

“Of course, Taetae.” You ran one of your hands under his shirt, up his back, while using the other to position your cock at his entrance. As your tip pressed into him, he shuddered, lowering his head in submission. Inch by inch, you slowly sheathed yourself in him, feeling each pleasured twitch of his body and hearing as he moaned for you, needing you so desperately.

You didn’t wait to start thrusting into him, picking up a rather quick pace to start with. His head and shoulders both raised as you did this, his voice hitching in his throat before he started to moan for you.

“Ah, not so loud- you don’t want anyone to find us, do you?” You leaned forward over his body, reaching to offer him your fingers to suck and nibble on. He accepted without hesitation, slurping and sucking on your fingers while some more muted moans and whimpers found their way out through his nose.

You could only get rougher as you continued to fuck him, thinking about how good he was for you, and how beautiful he would look all round and swollen with your pups. This spurred you on as you leaned in and bit the nape of his neck, your free arm wrapping tightly around him as you grew closer to your release. Growls and soft moans escaped you as you fucked him senseless. You could feel one of his hands around your wrist as he continued to push your fingers further into the back of his mouth, trying so desperately to keep himself quiet.

Taehyung reached his climax first, pulling your fingers out of his mouth to cry out and moan for hardly a few seconds. He put them back in when you bit down harder on his neck, and you felt as he tightened around you, throbbing and pushing you closer and closer to the edge as you fucked him.

“Tae- ah, fuck-” You moaned against his skin as you buried your cock deep within him, pumping him full of your cum. As your knot swelled up, he whimpered and pushed his hips against yours once again. He just loved being so full of you and your cum, and both of you knew you’d have to stay there for a little while after that.

You removed your fingers from his mouth, wrapping both of your arms around him and nuzzling his back.

“You’re such a sweet boy, so good for me.” You praised him, and he sighed dreamily.

“Mmm… love you.” He managed, still coming down from his high and needing some time to get back into actually speaking.

“I love you too.” You held onto him tightly. As the two of you remained still, both calming down a bit, Taehyung looked over his shoulder to smile at you. The glazed over look in his eyes was gone, replaced by his presence. He looked really happy, and so deeply in love with you. How lucky he felt to be loved back, and how lucky you felt to even have him.

[gayhoediaz]

12 and 29? 🫶🏽

12. how many wips do you have in your docs for next year?

oh, it depends on what we're considering a wip. if we're talking stories that have actually been started, but won't be finished until next year then it's two! one of them is an explicit three chapter story exploring their sexual hang ups, and figuring out the best way to communicate their needs. the other one is a patrick x richie fic that i work on whenever my looking hyperfixation comes back around - it might not even be up in 2023 tbh, we'll see. most of that fandom has moved on, so i'm just writing it for myself. (except for @dickley-buddie who i dragged down the rabbit whole with me this year and i'm very proud of that mwah) i'll post it when it's finished, for sure, but we'll see when that might be. if we're talking planned or outlined wips, then it's a lot more. i'm finally gonna work on that private chef au i promised everyone like six months ago. i haven't forgotten about it, i just want to have enough time to dive into it, because i'm really excited to write it!

29. favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

oh god. i need you to know that once i post a fic, i don't remember anything about it. and i have written a lot this year, so i genuinely have no idea. that being said, i am partial to this entire scene in grow as we go:

“You look very pretty, by the way,” Buck says, eyes wandering over Eddie’s face, and up to his hair, his hand soon following - but Eddie flinches away, putting his own hand up in between them as a barrier. 

“Hey, you’re gonna ruin it - she’s very expensive,” he says, barely getting through the words before they’re both laughing - warm, bright chuckles bouncing around the room. When they start to trail off, Buck bends his arm a little bit more, tugging Eddie closer, as he places his other hand on the side of his face, nudging their noses together. 

“I’m very sorry.” 

“You better be,” Eddie hums, right as Buck grins and goes in for a warm, languid kiss - not too much, just in case they’re interrupted, but certainly more than a peck. He pulls away, only to be tugged back in for another one - and then a third, Eddie’s arm coming to rest around his waist. 

When they part, Buck stays right where he is, leaning his forehead against Eddie’s temple, listening intently to the sigh that leaves his lips. 

“What?” Buck asks quietly; Eddie brings a hand to his hair, resting some of the strands in his palm, looking down at them for a second before he turns to meet Buck’s eyes. 

“You think she’s gonna be mad?” 

“Yes,” Buck says without a single second’s hesitation. “She’s six. She’s gonna be mad at you,” he nods, as he tucks a strand of it behind his ear (making very sure to stay away from the butterfly clips.) It’s long now - really long - past his waist, in fact. Eddie could probably have cut it a little bit at some point, but Buck knows that he would never do that - this was never really about having long hair, as much as it was about not cutting it. Once he cuts it, he’s cutting it. 

Eddie huffs a laugh, teasingly knocking his temple against Buck’s. 

“Maddie can take over your chair, Jee’s getting too old for butterfly clips,” Buck shrugs then, only to have Eddie turn his head, a deep frown line developing in his forehead. 

“Too old for butterfly clips?” he asks, an extremely dramatic look of offense on his face. “Excuse me?” 

Buck tilts his head back with laughter, Eddie’s soon joining in, bouncing against the walls of their happy home. 

ao3 wrapped (writers edition) 📝

[talldarkandroguesome]

4th of Rain’s Hand, Tirdas

We have seen all the properties now. The one in Ebonheart was well maintained, but it is not a particularly suitable abode for Sildras with the arcane interest that he bears. It is designed far more for leisure and luxury than for anything practical.

Uncle Urnel’s home was, as I had suspected, the one that SIldras was the most delighted with. He had been there before, of course, though it has been nearly a year since last visit. He was excited when he saw the stores for arcane ingredients and the vast library. Uncle Urnel was never much for dicing into the reading side of things and he kept the alchemical stores mostly for a friend of his, who has recently passed.

The whole place is spectacularly furnished, but practical. It is not as though uncle Urnel was the consummate socialite, he kept to himself for the most part. He is very good with numbers and has always helped with maintaining the House treasury. As such, he tried to minimize his own spending. He keeps his staff well and his home besides, but does little for himself unless it is necessary.

The home itself reflects this attitude, and knowing Sildras as I do, I believe it shall be kept in a similar manner. Sildras will, I am sure, be putting most of his personal funds into books and spell components.

His sisters ran around the house and climbed the pillars and shelves in various rooms, as is their habit. And, as I am growing used to, I went behind the anxious staff to reassure them that the girls were natural climbers and that unless they were in danger of harming something, to simply let them have their fun.

Later that night I met with uncle Urnel. It was so good to see him. I fear for his health, though. He has lost quite a bit of weight. He seems to have aged a century since our last meeting. He does not seem to be sleeping.

Of course he dismissed my concerns, saying it was just the weight of being Grandmaster in such a political climate. I feared for what that truly might mean. My plump, jolly uncle was now lean and worn, as though he had been left too long in the sun and dried up. Deep wrinkles have formed above his brow that I cannot recall being there before.

We met by the lake outside of the Temple where we went fishing. I know that he must miss being able to go fishing whenever he had a moment free. The meeting was as much an excuse to fish as it was to discuss the deed and title. He had a solicitor along with him and an order was drawn up for the delivery of title upon Sildras’ completion of his apprenticeship and his official presentation into adult society.

I know that uncle Urnel wants to share the news sooner, but I asked that he present this gift upon Sildras’ nameday. He is turning twelve, after all. It is a bigger birthday and it will be such a joyous gift. I only wish that Sildras could have all of his siblings there. Perhaps I could try to persuade Nabine to let the girls come. If I gain some grand blessing, perhaps I could even persuade the Clan Mother to allow Qau-dar to bring Little Khes, well, she is likely to be all grown up by then. But if they could come, and any of the other of the spouses and children who would be interested. I know it would be a great gift for Sidlras to be able to see them all.

Besides, the House wants me to get Qau-dar and our spouses’ permission regarding this mistress nonsense, it would be the perfect time to take care of all of that. I will have to submit my request in writing.

I shall do this immediately. I have precious little time to be able to find the clan, who will soon be to the gathering place of the clans. Yes, I imagine they are already traveling there now. It is my chance to find them. This is not something to chance at a letter that may only reach them every month or few months. This has a time pressure upon it.

There is still some time before the Council closes its session, I need to get this request to them today. It would be the greatest gift I can provide my son.

[aurumbelis]

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞.

Pairing: Soft Dom! Eddie x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: SMUT. Minors DNI. Afab! Reader, making out, seggs stuff in the car, soft dom! Eddie, some praise kink of course, dry humping, oral (f! Receiving), face sitting, face riding.

Word count: 1.8k.

A/n: I was lucky enough to encounter @manicformunson ‘s post on “someone needs to write about riding tf out of Eddie’s face and using his nose.” Also yes, you also get some fluff (at the start and in the aftercare because without it I’m not me).

You took his arm with all of your strength dragging him out of his trailer, excited to show him your new and precious possession, the one you had been working endless shifts to save up for.

-Is it really necessary for you to drag me? -Eddie asked in between chuckles, falsely complaining as he let himself be pulled away towards the vehicle.

A little run-down but clean white Ford, Eddie immediately hugged you from the side, at the sight of your twinkling eyes that were waiting for his response and reaction.

-I am so proud of you sweetheart, this car is very well deserved. – he placed a kiss on your temple as you reciprocated his hug, arms clinging tightly to him.

-Do you like it? – you loved the car with all of your heart, having cleaned it by hand as soon as you got it from the car dealer’s shop, wanting to give it some extra attention, spraying some of your perfume on the inside once you finished, so that it would feel yours.

-It’s amazing Y/n. Why don’t you take me on a ride, show me how nice it is huh? -his kind tone was accompanied by his whole smiling face, encouraging you to say yes to his idea.

The question was answered by getting the keys out of your bag, dangling them in front of his face whilst you gave him a playful wink, turning your back to him with a quick spin, and making your way to the car’s door. He was fast to walk towards the other door, sitting down and putting on his belt quicker than you could open the door.

-Someone’s excited? -your smile is wide as you look at him whilst he is watching you with very open eyes in anticipation.

You started the car, getting it smoothly out of the trailer park and onto the road. Even if the car was second-hand, it felt new as your scent lingered in it. Windows open, letting the bit of wind into it, making both of your heads a little mess.

Eddie pushed the button on the CD player, hoping that some music would play, and it did as he recognized one of your favorite songs Karma Chameleon’s first chords playing. You softly smiled, still looking at the road, you were too responsible for your good, and even if just some sporadic cars passed by your side, you wanted to be as careful as possible. The sun was setting down slowly, and the subtle golden light bathed both of you, Eddie not being able to contain his eyes, watching you with half-lidded eyes, appreciating your relaxed face, and your manicured fingers tapping on the wheel to the rhythm of the song.

You were driving to you and Eddie’s destination, Lover’s Lake to which you had done an outrageous number of outings, it being your favorite space to star gaze, to have picnics, to swim and of course to show all the love and affection that you had for each other, as it was the perfect place for kissing and cuddling that was not inside of a house.

 Eddie’s gaze moved from you to the road ahead, recognizing the familiar way to your spot. His eyes lit up once more as he came up with an idea, smirking to himself as he thought of what he was going to make happen as soon as the car was parked.

The engine stopped, and with it the faint sound of the song that was playing, leaving the both of you in the comfortable sound that you were in, accompanied by the rustling leaves and trees moved by the wind.

-That was one of the calmest rides I’ve ever been on babe, very enjoyable. -He took your hand in his, caressing it with his thumb, whilst you watched his actions lovingly.

After a little while of you just enjoying his small caresses of your hand you tried to get your hand out of his in order to actually get out of the car, but he did not leave the hold he had of you, instead, he pulled you in, not aggressively, just indicating you to not to go.

-And where do you think you’re going? -his eyebrows were raised at you, with his half-serious, half-gentle tone. -I think we could just celebrate you getting this new and pretty car, couldn’t we?

You chuckled inaudibly, coming closer to his face and planting a soft peck on his lips.

-Sure Eds.

And with that, he followed your lips back with his own kissing you slow and gentle, grazing your jaw with his fingers as he took it with his hand, caressing the side of your face. Somehow the kiss deepened when you put your body as close as possible to his, hands tangling with the soft mane of curls. His other hand managed to get to your waist and grabbed it harshly, making your breath hitch into his mouth, as your brain was clouded with his presence and him only.

-What if we moved somewhere a bit more spacious? -He said in between kisses, referring to the backseats.

You nodded, splitting up from him and sliding with difficulty through the seats to the back, and Eddie did the same, once you were sitting pretty waiting for him, almost falling because of him being distracted by the sight of your hazy expression and your lips all smudged up with the gloss that is now on both of your lips.

He went back to you, kissing you with fervor and with his mind going to how blood was now flowing to his crotch, making his jeans more uncomfortable. He took your face with his hands, pulling you to him, and slightly back, moving onto a laying down position, you over him, one hand tugging the collar of his neck with your fingers grazing his soft chest hair and the other in his face, taking his jaw into your fingers hard, slightly marking up his face with your nails.

You moved your legs to be on both sides of him, slowly moving to get some friction for the both of you, as the tingling sensation in your stomach only got bigger with Eddies licking, soft biting, and kissing on your lips. One of the hands that were still on your face moved slowly through your body, from your jaw to his nails tracing the curve of your neck, your collarbones, moving down to your waist and finally to your hips, where he grabbed it, helping you grind with a steady rhythm onto him, a low grunt coming from his throat.

-Babe, I want to taste you. -his warm breathing hitting your now sensitive and plump lips.

-Then we kind of have to change positions, leave some room for me, won’t you? – your voice was almost a whisper because you knew how much it turned Eddie on when your voice was lower, he said it was way sexier when you did that whilst you were having your very affectionate interactions.

-No, we don’t, sit on my face. -you widened your eyes at his words, an unbelieving look on your face. -You heard me, do it. You really don’t want to contradict me, right pretty girl?

You nodded from side to side immediately, your panties pooling with your arousal at the thought of you over his face, his mouth doing its tricks. You took them out in a swift motion, being thankful that you were wearing a skirt and putting them into Eddie’s pocket so that they wouldn’t end up lost somewhere on the floor of the car.

 Your legs moved to straddle his chest for a moment before you got to his face, which you hovered for just a second until you simply sat down, placing your pussy just above his mouth, his tongue already welcoming you taking his sweet time in licking back and forth through your slit.

With his motions you had to grab somewhere, that somewhere being what you had closest to the headrests of the front and back seats. You quickly grabbed them as your legs were starting to tremble with what Eddie’s tongue was doing to you, making you accidentally buck your hips forward, his nose hitting your clit just right, earning a loud guttural moan from you. And you did it again, his tongue fucking you and making you wet, and his nose hitting your clit time and time again.

You were moving your hips onto his nose at this point, the pleasure that it gave you was indescribable, eliciting moans from both you and him, his hands on your hips encouraging you to ride his face as you were doing, fogging up the window in front of you, with your rapid breathing.

Eddie was enjoying the sounds you were making just because his face worked like perfection in your pussy. He did not care and did not even remember about the hard-on he had going on in his pants, he just cared about making you squirm over him, noticing how your legs were basically shaking at this point, your pace on his face as fast and hard as you could, as the pace he had set for his tongue, all coated with your juices.

Your moans were just getting higher and higher, whimper-like even, all music for Eddies excited tongue, that just wanted to make you have the time of your life. And you were having it, your knees hurting but trying to hold there for the few last thrusts into his nose that took you to your orgasm. Your hips stopped for a split second, but Eddie’s tongue wasn’t stopping just yet, he wanted to get all that he could out of you, your legs trembling from the effort and the overstimulation building up, as he liked up and down again, you gasping at his motions and grabbing the headrests impossibly hard.

His pace on you slowly stopped, not wanting to do it abruptly. You struggled to get off of his face as your legs hurt from being bent up for too long and from all the movement you endured. You eventually got off, laying down almost limp over him, head on his chest as you recovered from what just happened, your mind going back to normal as you concentrated on his now relaxed heartbeat and the caresses that he was giving to your hair.

-That was pretty amazing, wasn’t it sweetheart?

-It was Eds, it really was. -you managed to actually get words from your mouth, your voice a little raspy from the loudness of just mere moments ago.

He placed a kiss to your head, as you just closed your eyes, enjoying his closeness.

Taglist: all idea credits to @manicformunson and the post that inspired this, @dahliarose3 @lillyof-thevalley @lunaticforloki @ali-r3n

All rights reserved ton Aurum Belis' blog on Tumblr, 2022.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Could you write something fluffy about hero and villian both bantering with each other softly and through little giggles on how they should raise their child as they play with their little toddler? Bantering could be on anything, who's name will the baby call first, or who'll decide what the baby wear after bath, or would beating up school bullies be a good thing or not, you get me?😂

And also when sometimes the villian comes home from wherever and sees the hero and the baby all cuddled up on the couch, they can't help but get teary at how much hero has changed their miserable life to this.

OMG OMG OMG IMAGINE THE VILLIAN OR THE HERO COMING BACK HOME AND THE BABY JUST RUSHING TO HUG THEM!!! And making breakfast with baby in their arms as their partner sleeps?

“Definitely a villain.”

The hero’s head hurtled around and their eyes lit up as soon as they saw their spouse leaning against the doorframe lazily.

“There you are,” the hero said softly as a smile tugged at their lips. One might think the hero was used to it by now but every time the hero had to kiss the villain goodbye was like a heart attack. Every time felt like a last goodbye and the terribly stretching hours without the villain were torture enough. Not to know whether the villain would return in a box or completely fine was the worst part about their spouse “taking care” of their competition.

So, it was no wonder the hero’s heart dropped when the villain’s eyes jumped between them and their daughter, playing with her new toys. The hero was on their feet instantly.

“Sorry I am the one to break this to you, baby. But your daughter is definitely going to be very evil. Look, that’s villain behaviour right there,” the villain said to the hero as they pointed at her. The hero’s eyes followed the villain’s finger and landed on the toddler who was chewing on one of her building blocks.

“Oh yes, very scary,” the hero remarked. They walked up to their spouse, wrapped their arms around them and kissed them carefully which was something they could never get tired of. It was soothing to feel the villain smile against their lips, it triggered a prettily warm feeling inside of them which pervaded their entire body. To have the villain finally next to them after a whole week was pure heaven. The hero wanted to never let go, to never stop kissing, to never take their eyes off them.

However, their longly awaited kiss was interrupted when their daughter started babbling incoherent sounds of pure excitement. The hero backed off, their hand still under the villain’s shirt, searching unconsciously for new injuries until they eventually turned around. Their daughter had a blinding smile on her face and took uncertain steps towards the both of them. She chanted something close to “gah, gah, gah” and let her tiny arms flap up and down.

It was astonishing what kind of power this small child had over her parents. The two mightiest people in the city could fold in seconds to make her happy.

Still watching her approach, the villain kissed the hero’s temple, hugged them from behind and swayed the hero’s hips slowly.

“You won’t believe it, baby,” the villain whispered into the hero’s ear. “I actually missed you.”

Their breath tickled and made the hero giggle.

“Oh really?” the hero asked, smile never fading.

“Just a little bit. Don’t think I might actually like you.” They pressed a kiss to the hero’s neck before they squatted and hugged their child. Their daughter fell without hesitation into their arms and rested her head on the villain’s shoulder. It was a scene the hero wanted to capture on camera and replay over and over again in their head.

Their spouse picked her up with ease. And then, as they turned a bit, the lighting hit them perfectly to reveal a small bruise on their cheek

“You’re hurt,” the hero whispered. Their thumb was on the villain’s skin instantly, their gaze slowly inspecting the bruise.

The villain was quiet, seemed lost in thought and even a bit sad. But they didn’t say anything. They looked at their daughter and let her bounce up and down on their hip.

“Was worth it,” they said eventually.

“I still don’t like it.”

“Baby,” the villain said. “I know you don’t. But I promise I’ll be done soon.”

The hero nodded. The villain had never broken a promise.

That day, all of them fell asleep on the couch and the hero had never had a more restful nap.

[majestyeverlasting]

Hi! Can you write prompts 17 & 49 with Bucky x reader, please? Any Bucky you want!

♡ Hello! Thank you so much for sending this request in! I decided to go with dad Bucky since I haven't written for him in a little bit. Which means you guys get to see Jamie (8) and Eden (7), who are in my other dad Bucky stories. This fic in particular happens to be pretty classic in the sense that it follows a relaxed morning. But of course I had to add my own special touches. It's very intimate and cute, and the Barnes family ends up making breakfast together. By the end, Bucky and the reader share a soft moment in which they realize how fortunate they are. Enjoy!

♡ Prompt 17: “Oh, so you are ticklish.”

♡ Prompt 49: “I’ve never noticed these freckles on your back.”

Mornings Like These

Saturday morning brought the sweet sound of laughter to your bedroom, genuine and carefree. It was distant at first, flowing from wherever the children were. There was hardly any light streaming into the room, which meant the sky outside was likely a dusty blue with hints of pink as the sun continued to rise. Surely others were still wrapped in the embrace of sleep.

With a soft sigh, you moved closer to Bucky and nuzzled into the warmth of his chest. A hum rose from his throat when your lips puckered to his skin in a featherlight kiss.

But it wasn't long before the most gentle series of knocks sounded from the other side of the door. Almost rhythmic. Whispers and giggles emerged shortly after. Bucky’s chest shook with a chuckle as a smile budded across your face.

“They’re such early birds,” you murmured, kissing his skin a couple more times, lazily. “Maybe they’ll go away if we don’t say anything,” you joked lightheartedly.

His voice was deeper from sleep when he drawled, “Knowing them, they’d come in regardless.” You laughed into him at those words, and more knocks arose.

“Come in!” You eventually called out.

As soon as Jamie and Eden peeked into the room, neither you nor Bucky could deny that it felt good to see their faces—despite how early it was. They wore toothy, loving smiles as they walked to the foot of the bed, still clad in their adorable pajamas. Neither crawled up to join you two, but they placed their hands on the mattress as if they were considering.

“Morning,” Bucky greeted through a stifled yawn.

“G’morning,” they said in unison.

“How’d you guys sleep?” You asked.

“Good,” Jamie chirped.

“Yeah, good,” Eden seconded. “We have an idea.” She then looked to her brother for him to continue.

“We were thinking that today would be a good day for all of us to make breakfast together. We haven’t done it in a while, and I think it’d be really fun.” There was a hopeful sparkle in his eyes. “So maybe that’s something we can do when everyone’s more awake.” He ran a hand through his hair. It was getting longer.

His words rang true—it had been a while. “You know what, I like that idea,” you said.

Bucky smiled. “Me too.”

That’s when they finally climbed up into the bed, uttering exclamations of excitement. They wriggled their small bodies between you and Bucky, and all you could do was allow your heart to feel full. The room seemed all the brighter with them in it, you realized. And the sweet laughter that once danced somewhere off in hallways had found its way to you.

That same energy is what later brought the kitchen to life as the four of you moved throughout it to bring breakfast into fruition.

The scent of turkey bacon lingered in the air as cooked in the oven. It mingled with the scent of the eggs you stood scrambling at the stovetop. Bucky was at the counter cutting different fruits. Jamie and Eden were in charge of toasting the waffles. As they waited for them to pop, they switched between standing at you and Bucky’s sides.

A smile came to your face when Jamie wrapped an arm around your waist and released a content sigh. “You wanna stir them around a bit?” You offered, running a hand through his hair. “They’re almost done.” It was endearing how gladly took the small spatula from you. It was as if he was proud to.

Every day, he was slipping further away from the little boy you used to coddle in your arms. He was helpful, reserved, and kind—so much of what you saw in Bucky in many regards. And Eden was blossoming into her own personality as well, always managing to shift whatever room she entered.

She happened to be over near Bucky, ushering pieces of the strawberries he was cutting into her mouth. With a fond shake of his head, he let her. However, the dramatic way she hummed in approval of the taste made him roll his eyes.

Then she wandered around to stand behind him, ever curious and in pursuit of something new. “Daddy, I’ve never noticed these freckles on your back,” she said, reaching up to poke where they were on his shoulder blade. Bucky made a sound of acknowledgment but remained focussed on cutting.

It became evident that she was trying to get a reaction out of him when she giggled and kept poking him. That’s when he shot a quick look back at her. She quickly folded her hands to make it appear as though she hadn’t been doing anything.

Nevertheless, Bucky tapped her nose. “Quit it,” he said. She continued as soon as his back faced her again. The whole exchange made you smile.

He turned around and pointed a finger at her. “Don’t make the tickle monster get you, sunshine.”

“Too bad I’m not ticklish anymore,” she claimed as confidently she could manage. It was a harmless lie tinged with amusement. As he looked down into her eyes, he was reminded of yours.

“Is that right?” Bucky swiftly scooped her up with his vibranium arm, and all it took was a couple of pinches to her sides to have her squirming and trying to push his hand away.

“Okay!” She squealed. “That tickles, that tickles!”

“Oh, so you are ticklish?” He relented and pressed a kiss to her temple as residual giggles left her. “Who would’ve thought?” She gave him a playful pout when he set her back down, but it didn’t last for long.

Because soon enough, it was time for everything and one to be gathered at the kitchen table. There was sunlight coating the room and the food smelled divine. For a moment, the chatter that once existed subsided as everyone took the first few bites. Upon glancing around, you were struck with a rush of joy. You could feel it kindling within your chest. Bucky caught your gaze from across the table and winked.

You weren’t sure how yet, but you were going to make sure that more mornings like that came to be.

“We should do this more often,” Jamie said as if reading your mind.

“We will,” Bucky promised.

You nodded. “We most definitely will.”

With that, the four of you continued eating and talking, and it seemed as though it’d go on forever. But it didn’t. Plates were cleaned, final stories were told, and last-minute jokes were uttered. And you felt full not because of the food, but because of how happy each of them made you.

When you found yourself washing dishes at the sink, the entirety of the morning was on repeat in your mind.

Bucky came up behind you and kissed your neck in a way that made you want to melt. The scratch of his beard sent shivers swirling down your spine. You could feel him smile against your skin as his arms secured around his waist. The kids’ voices carried from where they’d retreated to in the playroom. Neither of you said anything to each other, he simply held you as you moved to clean the last of the dishes.

Bucky was the first to speak, voice filled with honest consideration, “Sometimes I think I have a grasp on how fortunate I am. But then mornings like these come along and I’m convinced I don’t even know the half of it.” He let his chin rest on your shoulder.

“You and me both,” you breathed.

-

Thanks for reading! More fluffy Bucky stuff here.

[saintmurd0ck]

held together by fate | matt murdock x f!reader | part three 

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Summary: You find out Matt's secret.

Warnings: Very minor sexual references, blood/injuries/gore, mention of weapons (gun, knife)

A/N: I am honestly so overwhelmed at how many people are enjoying this because me too 😭 I am also excited to finally have this safe space to share my writing!! This is a LONG one (approx 3k words) but I promise with all my heart it is worth it. Part 4 isn't coming for a bit so please hang in there!

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Matt’s sweet voice rang through my head. 'I’ll see you very soon.'

So much had happened in the week that passed since I heard those words. Moving to New York, meeting Matt... indulging in him. Chills ran down my spine as I replayed the memory.

I stood in my kitchen, placing a hand on our shared wall. I hadn’t seen him since he kissed me goodnight, but it didn’t bother me; well, not at first, because the last thing I wanted to do was scare him off, but it wasn’t until Foggy came by that I began to feel worried.

“Thanks for letting me in,” Foggy sighed, sitting himself down on my couch.

“Anytime Fog, is everything okay?” I asked, grabbing him a glass of water.

“You haven’t seen Matt at all, have you?” Foggy thanked me for the water, rubbing his temples feverishly.

Dread filled my stomach as I remembered what I’d been seeing on the news. A new threat lurked in our neighbourhood: one they called the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. It was said that he left bodies in his wake, killing mercilessly and swiftly. I frowned. I wasn’t sure that I trusted the media’s portrayal of this vigilante — as Foggy so aptly described — after hearing how they desecrated Harlem’s so-called Bulletproof Man, but the numerous explosions that took out the Russian mob? That didn’t bode well with me. 

“Matt hasn’t been at work?” I asked Foggy, pursing my lips.

“I haven’t seen him since Josie’s…” he trailed off, a grim look settling on his face. 

I nodded. “I haven’t seen him since…” I bit my lip, lowering my voice. “After… that. As well. I have not seen—“ I fidgeted with my hands.

I should’ve known better than to try to lie to a lawyer. Foggy knew exactly what I was implying. 

A loud thud sounded in Matt’s apartment, instantly causing Foggy and I to jump out of our seats. He looked up at me, eyes wide. Foggy didn’t need to use his words to tell me what he was thinking.

We ran out to Matt’s front door, rapping until our knuckles turned pink. “Matt, it’s us, are you there? called Foggy, shifting his weight between his feet.

Another crash and the sound of broken glass.

Foggy swore. “We’re coming in.” He pulled out a set of keys, identical to Matt’s, and swiftly unlocked the door.

Inside, Matt lay in a crumpled heap, his body bloodied and bruised. Foggy paced up and down the living room. “Oh my God, oh my God. Matt’s dead. Oh my God.” 

I shot him a glare. “Foggy, I need you to calm down. Call 911. I’ll deal with Matt.”

A soft groan escaped Matt’s lips. “No ambulance. Please.”

“Shh, Matt. You need help,” I murmured, trying to roll him over. I mouthed at Foggy. Call them now. 

“No 911,” Matt whispered, groaning in pain. 

I felt a sudden burst of anger bubble up through me. “Give me one good reason why, Matt! You’re half-dead and you need serious—“

“Please...” his voice faltered.

My chest tightened at his plea. Against my better judgement, I listened to him. I don’t think he’d ask for this if it weren’t important.

“Okay,” I started, compartmentalising my feelings. I was going to save him, so it was time to get my shit together. “Fog, clean up the glass please,” I pointed to the mess near Matt’s dining table. “Find me a first aid kit and come back here right away.” I felt bad for ordering him around, but every second was crucial.

As Foggy scrambled around the apartment, I got to work. Matt was naked save for a pair of black boxer briefs. In any normal instance I’d stare a little longer, but that was not important. Right now, helping him was the priority. 

I cringed at the sight of his injuries — large, deep wounds on his chest, oozing cuts on his head and face, and what I was sure to be a few broken ribs. Superficial lacerations littered his torso, but given the state he was in, they were the least of my worries.

Using the limited supplies Foggy had gathered, I managed to suture and clean the wounds. Matt gritted his teeth as the needle found his skin, choking back a sob as I completed the first stitch. 

“You’re doing so well, Matty,” I whispered, wiping the sweat that gathered on his forehead. I looked up. “You doing okay, Foggy?”

Foggy nodded profusely, but a closed fist held to his mouth and the retching that followed after lead me to believe he wasn’t. I let Matt know I’d be right back.

I walked to Foggy, seeing that his skin was pale and clammy. I grasped his shoulders with my hands. “He’s alright, you can breathe. He’ll need some rest but, I know my stuff. He’ll be okay.” Foggy flashed an apologetic smile at me, letting me guide him to Matt. 

I knelt down. “Matt, we’re gonna get you into bed, okay?” A quiet grunt followed.

After the struggle that was heaving Matt from the floor to his bed — all five feet and ten inches of him — I was finally able to relax, letting out a sigh of relief. As Matt downed water and painkillers, coaxed in by Foggy, I let my eyes wander. His bedroom was minimally decorated, but what stood out the most was a large, wooden dresser. One of the doors seemed to be propped open, by what looked like a tattered suitcase, but Matt pulled me back down beside him as I got up to push the suitcase in. “Let me—“ I started, attempting to get up again. Matt shook his head, patting beside him. 

His voice was hoarse when he spoke. “I’m sorry guys…”

Foggy touched his shoulder gingerly. “What happened man?”

Matt flinched in response, causing me to grab his hand. I squeezed it, as if to tell him, ‘I hate seeing you hurt’. He squeezed back in response. ‘I know.’

“I… fell down some stairs,” Matt said, every muscle in his jaw tensing.

“Bullshit,” Foggy and I said without hesitation.

Foggy buried his face in his hands. “Jesus Christ, Matt. What the hell happened to you?” A look of hurt flashed across Matt’s face. He tried sitting up straighter, but he winced in pain. “You cannot keep showing up to work, or,” Foggy waved his hands around, “not showing up, with cuts and bruises. You can’t keep using the same excuse. No-one believes you keep ‘falling down the stairs!’”

I looked at Foggy, my stare telling him to take it easy, but Foggy continued. “If you’re not going to be honest, then don’t expect me to understand.” Picking up his suit jacket, Foggy stormed out.

My eyebrows knitted themselves together. This has happened before?

“S’okay, I’ll check in on him later,” I murmured, running circles on Matt’s hand with my thumb.

He tilted his chin up at me, the faintest hint of a defeated smile on his face. I kissed his knuckles, noticing that they too were bruised and bloody. “What happened, Matt?”

He gritted his teeth, again his face showing the trace of a secret he so wanted to share. “I can’t—“

My heart ached in disappointment. “I trust you completely, and I hope you’d be able to do the same,” I shared, trying to conceal the pain in my voice.

“No… no—I—I trust you completely, I just—“ he stuttered.

I grabbed Matt’s phone, on his bedside table, and programmed my number in. “You’ll tell me when you’re ready.” I kissed his forehead. “Call me if you need anything. I’ll be right there.”

Matt’s eyes were closed, chin tilted in my direction. For a moment he looked like he was going to say something, but his gentle snores told me it was for another time.

Anxiety gnawed at me as I shut his door and returned to my apartment. I realised I didn’t have Foggy’s number, so I made a note to stop by Nelson and Murdock to let him know what happened. 

In the three years of med school I completed, I saw injuries of every single kind. I patched up hundreds of people, never failing once to set my emotions to the side. Why was it so hard now?

I thought about what I’d just experienced, digging deeper. There is no way this could’ve happened falling down the stairs. Well, maybe if you didn’t know how to walk, but I’ve seen Matt and his cane. He gets around fine. I stared at my front door harder, hoping it would trigger some sort of epiphany. A fall explains a lot of things, but not the knuckles… it’s like he got into a fight. I paused, thinking back to our night in the law office. The scars... on his body.. I huffed, attempting to quiet my mind. 

I shifted my gaze to my left, as if to look directly through my wall at Matt. What won’t you tell me?

I knew we had only just met, but it felt like somehow, we were beyond that. I felt stupid. Maybe getting involved with him wasn’t a good idea. I quickly shut myself down. No, that’s selfish. People have walls up for a reason. What matters is you were there for him. 

Overwhelmed, I stalked to my bedroom. What matters is you were there for him, I reminded myself. The tears came quicker than I expected.

In his haze, Matt listened to my muffled cries, his own heart sinking.

—

I only checked in with Matt once in the few days since Foggy and I found him, almost on death's door. He was looking better, which slightly relieved the tension in my shoulders, but still, at the back of my mind, I couldn’t stop thinking about what he couldn’t tell me. It felt wrong to be worked up over this. It could honestly be nothing. I exhaled. What matters is you were there for him, I thought, repeating the sentence like a mantra. Foggy needed more time before he could face Matt again, but from the look on his face, I knew he was grateful for the update. His remorseful laugh echoed in my head. ‘I’m glad you’re patient enough to deal with his shit.’ 

A sudden rumble of thunder brought me back to earth. It was late, and I was experiencing New York rain for the first time. Fat droplets of water fell from the sky, hitting the pavement in droves like waves of ecstatic applause. The rain created puddles that reflected the city lights beautifully, but they soon became nightmarish as cars rolled through without hesitation, drenching all those in the vicinity. My flimsy black umbrella did little to keep me dry, but since I was only a few streets away from home, I decided to try my luck and sprint to shelter.

I passed Nelson and Murdock on the way, the back of my neck burning as I thought about Matt. He’s fine, I reassured myself, fixing my gaze ahead. A flash of lightning caught my eye, watching as it danced amongst the clouds, drawing me back to a moment in my childhood. A book I loved growing up took place in New York City; the protagonist thrusted into conflict as the result of a lightning storm. I craned my neck upwards as the dazzling white bolts streaked the sky, silently hoping I could see the lightning concentrate around the top of the Empire State Building. I chided myself for even trying. Mount Olympus doesn’t exist. Well, maybe not in this universe.

I stopped dead in my tracks as the sound of a woman’s scream and two gunshots rang out. Holy shit. I willed myself not to panic, adrenaline kicking in and making my arms tingle. Remembering that I spotted a small alley just before the law office, I ran to it, hoping that I avoided whatever was going on around the corner. A grimy door at the end of the alley, its white paint cracked from the effects of time, read FOGWELL’S GYM. My hand reached for the doorknob. Locked. I tried it again, but the doorknob wouldn’t budge. I cursed. Don’t panic. 

Looking around and seeing no other option, I raised my elbow to the glass, praying for strength and courage. I drove it through, watching the glass shatter. I hissed as the glass penetrated my skin, pulling out the singular shard that lodged itself in. Blood trickled down my elbow, but I ignored it, unlocking the door from the inside and hurriedly running in. The smell of musk, old leather and copper filled my nostrils. Fogwell’s appeared to be an old boxing gym that had definitely seen better days. My footsteps were silent as I roved over the floor, moving amongst the weathered punching bags. A dim yellow light filtered through a large wall-to-wall window at the front of the gym. On the other side, on a wall that hadn’t seen daylight in a long time, hung a tattered poster. My heart skipped a beat. CREEL VS MURDOCK, it read. I squinted at the poster, moving closer. Battlin’ Jack Murdock. I ran my fingers over the name, anguishing for the Murdock I knew.

Another gunshot sounded, this one closer. I set my handbag down on the ground, pressing my back to the wall, as I inched closer to the door I broke through. Turning my head ever so slightly, I peeked out of the hole I made. I gasped silently as I watched the armed assailant, his back to me, shaking as he held his gun in front of his face. 

It was more who was in front of him that I gasped at; the windchill and pure fear making me want to recoil into the shadows. It was a man, clad in all black, a mask over his eyes, and his fists outstretched to his sides. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. With shaky hands covering my mouth to stifle even the smallest sound, I retreated backwards. I misjudged how close I’d set down my handbag as my heel caught on the straps, causing me to fall. My hands braced the impact, sending shockwaves down my arms. I cried out as the gash on my elbow opened up further. 

The armed assailant followed the noise, barging into the gym. I raised my hands up, trembling as the barrel of his gun pointed in perfect alignment with my head. He alternated his aim between me and the Devil, who now stood in the doorway of Fogwell’s Gym. The man in black looked at me, his chest tightening. I watched as he clenched his fists, about to take a step towards me, when his head whipped to his left. He leaned back as a bullet flew past his face. I fought the urge to scream as a second gunman burst through the door, launching himself at the man in black. Executing a seamless combination of punches, kicks and blocks, the Devil made quick, easy work of taking him down, but not before the first gunman attacked, a knife glittering in his hand. Despite dodging his lunging advances, the Devil fell victim to the knife. Fabric and flesh tore as the attacker dragged the blade up the Devil’s side. Baring his teeth, the man in black fought through the pain, shortly bringing the attackers down on the hard floor, leaving them incapacitated and bloody.

I staggered back, hands meeting the back wall of the gym. I clasped my hands together, saying a silent prayer of thanks in between shallow breaths. Thank you, God. 

It was ironic, because the Devil saved my life.

Panting, the man in black gripped the ropes of the boxing ring as he fell back. He was hurt. With an eye kept on the unconscious bodies on the floor, for in case they woke, I ran to him. “Thank you,” I breathed, steadying my hands. “Show me the cut.”

The man groaned, unable to sit up. I used one hand to compress his injury — to stop the bleeding — and the other to check his pulse. As I counted the beats in my head, I felt my own heart stop. I recognised his face. I lifted my hands temporarily, turning the man’s head. Sure enough, I noticed a large cut on his cheek; the same one I had cleaned for Matt several days earlier.

“Huh?” Tears welled in my eyes, and I swallowed. “Matt?” I mumbled, shocked to my core.

The man struggled to slip his mask off. I looked down at Matt’s face, his hair plastered to his forehead, fresh bruises on his face. “Hey,” he breathed, grabbing my hand. 

Wordlessly, I removed my sweater and placed it on his side, compressing the wound with my hands. Matt grimaced at the pressure. Thoughts raced in my head. I had so many questions. I felt my heart rate climbing higher as my stomach sank to the ground. Matt caressed my face. “S’okay,” he said, gasping my name.

“Are you okay, Matt?” I felt myself stumbling over my words. “You haven’t fully recovered yet.”

He groaned, putting an arm around me as he sat up. “I wanted to tell you… I just—“

“I’m here now,” I said, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Does Foggy know?”

“No… but I need to—“ He winced.

Matt tilted his head towards mine, speaking as if he could read my thoughts. “I’m blind. I’ve been blind since I was nine. It’s— it’s complicated,” he started. “I can sense stuff that most people can’t.”

I stuttered as he continued. “I knew you weren’t from here when we met because I could smell Brisbane on you. New York smells like garbage but you were salt, rain and…” he hesitated, looking up at me. “Beer.”

“Not what I would’ve described Brisbane as, but okay,” I muttered.

Matt looked at me. “I heard your heartbeat outside of Josie’s that night. How it sped up when you saw me. The green tea body wash you use in the shower is almost expired. I hear three simultaneous train lines beneath us. There’s the E train,” he paused, pointing down.

I felt… exposed. “Can you hear my heartbeat now?” I asked, pulling away from Matt.

“Yes. It’s going like this.” He took my hand in his, thumping the rhythm of my heart with his finger. “I can’t see you exactly but I can… sense you. Your tattoos feel like striations… underneath them I can feel the pigment, just sitting there under your skin.” 

He ran his hand over the small tattoo on my bicep. 

“I can hear neon too,” he blurted.

“What does it sound like?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“Like the sound of air filling a balloon, but pulsing. Over and over again.”

I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. We chuckled together, but the calm quickly shifted as I looked at his mask. 

“Why do you do this, Matt?” 

He fell silent for a few moments. “The city needs me.”

“In a mask?”

“It’s hard to explain.” Matt’s tone hardened.

"The explosions, everything we've been seeing on the news... that was you?"

"No. I tried to stop them..." Matt faltered. "I don't kill. I'm not a killer."

"So you...," I frowned, trying to get a sense of what role the Devil of Hell's Kitchen played. "...You beat up bad guys?"

Matt managed a half-smile. "I guess you could say that."

I nodded my head. “Okay. Okay. Um..." I took a deep breath. "I— I don’t understand, not yet, but I wasn’t lying about what I said to you our first night together. As you would know,” I gestured to my heart. 

I stopped for a second, remembering Matt couldn’t see, but… maybe he could? I moved on, trying not to overthink. “I will always be here for you.”

Matt’s voice quietened. “It’s entirely possible that I love you.”

I felt my ears heat up. “You don’t mean that, Murdock.”

Fire burned in my chest as Matt took my hands, placing them over his heart. “What does that tell you?”

I batted his hands away, looking down to hide my smile.

“What are you gonna do about those guys?” I asked, uncomfortable at the thought of remaining here much longer.

“Give me your phone. I needa make a call.” 

Dialling 911, Matt’s voice turned gravelly. “I need to report a crime. Fogwell’s Gym. Aggravated assault and attempted murder.”

He hung up, took my hand, and reached for the door. The words burned in my brain as I took one last look over my shoulder.

The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is Matthew Murdock. 

We left without a trace.

—

As I listened to the rain falling outside, while Matt’s 90s Top 40 mix played softly in the background, I felt uneasy. 

“What’s bothering you?” Matt asked, gripping me tighter under his sheets.

“How can you te— ahh, never mind,” I sighed, pushing my hair behind my shoulder. “I don’t know what I feel.”

“It’s been a long day,” Matt whispered, tracing circles on my back.

I turned to face him, the moonlight illuminating the cuts on his face. I cupped his jaw. “I moved here for a reason. To find my reason. My purpose. I didn’t know what that was before but maybe… maybe now I know.”

“What do you mean?” Matt’s voice was gentle.

“I think I was led here to find you, Matthew Murdock,” I smiled, pressing my lips to his.

Matt’s laughter calmed any uneasiness I felt in that moment. “Maybe you’re right,” he said, coyly.

“Don’t get cocky, Murdock. I could kick your ass if I wanted to.” I pushed his chest, and he grimaced a little. “Oh, I’m sorry—“

Matt broke my sentence off with a kiss. “You’re definitely right with that one.”

—

As sleep settled us in the early hours of that morning, I turned my head towards Matt, watching as his chest rose and fell. He must be so tired all the time. 

I closed my eyes, beaming at the thought of a new life here. With him. My heart swelled.

I whispered in his ear, unaware he was still awake. “I think I love you too, Murdock.”

For a second after hearing that, Matt thought about how his city needed him as the man in the mask… the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. 

He was burdened with this purpose.

But, for the first time in a long time, Matt went to sleep that night, not thinking about the people he’d saved or the people he had yet to put behind bars, but thinking about a second chance at life. 

With me.

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please don’t bite | p.parker, s.rogers, b.barnes

[Warnings] peter parker x reader, dark!steve x reader, hints of dark!natasha/dark!bucky x reader, vampire!steve/bucky/natasha, vampire au, vampire blood addiction, withdrawals, kidnapping, dubcon, intoxicated sex, oral sex (female recieveing)

A/N: hello, it’s been forever! I was in the middle of writing this when @cherienymphe announced her  “Cherienymphe’s 5K Twilight Renaissance Writing Challenge” so I decided to join in! She’s one of my favorite dark writers so please check her out if you haven’t. 

In which addiction leads you into a den of vampires. 

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You piled all the dollar bills you had in your pocket on the table, “There. We can just use this.” You plopped down beside your boyfriend on the couch, fully feeling the headache you’ve had for the past two weeks. It was like your brain was pounding against your skull and sending painful waves through your body. 

“This is twenty bucks and a … grocery store coupon for … shampoo,” After counting it, Peter flicked the money back onto the coffee table, leaning back with you. You tossed your legs over his lap and he wrapped his arm behind you, “So we have fifty bucks between us … great.”

“That’s enough, right?” You asked, barely able to hear yourself think through your headache. 

“It’s like two-hundred just for a small vial,” A shiver ran through your body and Peter pulled you closer. Not only did the heat not work in the shoebox you two called an apartment, you were starting to get random chills and it was another rough winter in New York. 

“Fuck,” You cursed, “Fuck, fuck-”

Peter shushed you, “We’ll be okay,” Peter said, trying to be strong for the both of you though his body was punishing him even more than yours was, “I got a gig by the pier, and by the end of the week, we should have enough.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you clutched his chest, “That’s too long. We’ll die before then.”

“We’ll be okay,” Peter insisted though he didn’t quite believe himself. 

Vampire blood was one cruel mistress. It was hard to remember your lives before you took your first sips of the addictive potion. You both had everything going for you, highschool sweethearts that became successful college students but that was all gone now. You can’t hold a job or go to school when you’re on vampire blood. The highs last hours and, when you have enough of it, weeks can go by without you noticing. 

“What was it like? Drinking from the vein?” You asked him, the taste of the blood was faint on your lips as you tried to remember the exact taste. 

Peter’s head tilted back as he stared up at the cracks in the ceiling, “Like Heaven on earth. Like eternal life …. like nothing any normal human would ever feel. So good … jesus.”

Sometimes Peter wished he never introduced you to the taste but he’d forget all about it when you were high together. The sex was unbelievable, vampire blood being a strong aphrodisiac, and your love felt even stronger, “I want to try it,” You thought out loud, “If I’m gonna die soon, I-I wanna try it.”

“You’re not gonna die. Our brains are just totally miswired right now,” Peter groaned, turning his face towards yours. He kissed your forehead and, for a moment, it eased the pain. You tilted your head up to kiss the sides of his mouth. He tilted his head to the side and you kissed deeply. He pulled away suddenly and his eyes gazed into yours, “What would you do?”

“W-What?”

“What would you do to taste it from the vein?” You swallowed and your throat ached. 

You nodded your head, “Anything. Oh god, anything, Peter.”

You’d sensed he’d had an idea and a weak grin began to pull at your lips. That quickly fell as Peter pulled away from you. You expected him to be excited but he was completely solemn, “I have an idea,” He said, “You can say no … but if you don’t say no, you have to promise that things will be how they used to be afterwards.”

“How they used to be,” You couldn’t even think that far back. You couldn’t imagine a single date, single birthday card or New Year’s Eve kiss while you were in so much pain, “Sure, Pete. We just need a taste a-and that’ll clear our minds and things we’ll go back to how they used to be.”

+

As if things couldn’t get any worse, your stomach growled. You’d gotten dressed up, put on light makeup, and styled your hair for whoever Peter had taken you to meet. You didn’t quite care anymore because your headache continued to cripple you over the past few days. 

You pulled your jacket tighter as you waited on the steps of the gentrified brownstone. Peter pressed the doorbell nervously, watching as you shiver in your small, black dress. Peter dressed in his finest slacks and button down but was very aware that he probably wouldn’t be the center of attention tonight. He reached out to grab your hand which you happily took. 

“Why is he making us meet him so late?” You whispered, shivering. 

“He’s a vampire,” Peter shrugged, “They’re like nocturnal, I guess.”

Peter had reached out to ring the doorbell again when the door suddenly opened. A red headed woman opened the door, her hair cut short and a sultry smile on her face. You could tell instantly by the shine in her skin and darkness in her eyes that she was not like you. 

“Peter,” She greeted, smirking, “You look … hungry.”

“And cold,” He added, sensing your uncomfortableness as she took him in like he was her prey. 

“Right, come on in,” Peter led you inside the expensive home and out of the cold winter. You pressed yourself closer to him, not only because you were still shivering but because you’d never been alone with a vampire, “Steve will be here any moment.”

The woman led you down a corridor and you passed modern art sculptures and other expensive decorations you didn’t quite understand, “Steve?” You perked up at the mention of someone else. 

“That’s, uh, who we’re meeting,” Peter said quickly.

“Unfortunately, I’m booked tonight. A sweet young thing I met a few weeks ago. British accent, total dreamboat, but Steve will take great care of you two,” She led the two of you into a dining room where wine and horderves were laid out, gesturing for the two of you to take a seat, “Let me take your jackets.”

You looked at Peter and he nodded, “It’s okay,” Hesitantly, you slid off one of your sleeves and you felt her eyes begin to burn into the skin of your neck. Your arms weak, you lifted it out to her and she graciously accepted it. Peter did the same, taking a seat and waiting for you to do the same. Your eyes were still on the mysterious woman until Peter grabbed your hand. 

“I hope to see you both soon,” She smiled again, leaving the room, “Keep your eyes on this one, Pete.” 

You turned to him, your eyebrows raised, “How do you know her?”

“That’s her,” Peter said, grabbing the bottle of wine, “I told you about the first time I tried it from the vein. I think she has a thing for young guys. Or young anything.”

As he poured himself a glass, you reached out for a cracker and tried not to eat too fast as you pushed them into your mouth, “Why’d she look at me like that?” You asked, covering your mouth. 

“You’re a virgin,” You almost snorted, “I mean, your veins are. You’ve never been fed off of.”

“Oh,” You swallowed, taking his glass from him as you washed down your food, “I don’t wanna be. That’ll hurt, right?”

“Don’t worry, that’s not what we’re here for.”

Feeling some of your energy return, you stood up from the dining table, deciding to look closer at all the artifacts, “Y/N, what are you doing?” Peter asked, his fingers rubbing his temples, “Sit down, please.”

“Why do they have food if vampires don’t eat?” You asked out loud, annoying him further. There seemed to be a million framed pictures on the wall and you studied them as you passed along. They seemed to transform from black and white to fully in color, polaroid to digital. 

“For their human prey, probably.”

“Prey?” A deep voice spoke up, surrounding the room, bringing Peter out of his chair and your head turning quickly, “That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?”

“Mr. Rogers,” Peter rushed out, and you wondered how he could muster up so much energy to be nice, “I didn’t mean …”

“No worries, I try to be polite but I am a blood sucking demon after all,” The blonde-bearded man smiled. He was so muscular, you’d pictured someone skinny and frail. “Won’t you introduce me to your …”

“Girlfriend,” Peter said a bit sadly. He wasn’t sad that you were his but that this was the saddest excuse for a date night, “This is Y/N.”

You raised a hand to wave but he crossed the room to take your hand. He kissed your knuckles, smiling charmingly as he looked into your eyes. Blue eyes, you weren’t expecting those either. Despite the porcelain skin he looked quite human. His suit was black, and his white shirt was pressed nicely beneath it, like he’d just returned from an important event. You smiled back weakly, “Pleasure to meet you, doll.”

“It’s … nice to meet you too.”

You felt Peter’s eyes on you as your hand fell back down to your side, “You two look like you’ve seen better days,” You moved closer to Peter because, despite his kind smile, you didn’t fully trust him. 

Peter rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “Is it that obvious?” The nice clothes couldn’t hide the fact that they hadn’t had any vampire blood in almost three weeks. It was amazing that they were still standing. 

“I think I can help you both out,” Steve assured you two, “If you had enough of the horderves, you can follow me upstairs.” He turned and Peter grabbed your hand as you all left the room. 

“What exactly do we have to do … you know, for the blood?” Looking up at Peter, you worried that he was nervous for reasons that he was not telling you. Steve led you to the stairs and, as you climbed, you couldn’t help but look at all the photos that lined each wall. The upstairs wasn’t lit, making it feel like you were stepping into a story with a not-so-happy ending. 

“Peter didn’t tell you?” Steve asked, not bothering to turn around. He led you down the hall to what you assumed was the master bedroom. 

“Not everything,” Peter said quickly. 

You expected some kind of evil den but the room was quite normal. High ceilings, brown upholstered bed, a view of the neighborhood, and a fireplace. You and Peter stood awkwardly, looking around, as Steve made his way over to the fireplace. He leaned down to turn a dial and moments later, it sprouted with fire. 

“Peter,” You nudged him, your brows furrowed. He didn’t say anything which worried you more. Steve stood up, taking off his jacket which made your heart begin to race. Some of the fear disappeared quickly as he rolled up his white sleeves … exposing lower arms. 

Now, your mouth was watering, “There’s no need to worry, doll. I already promised Peter that no harm will come to the two of you. But you do understand that this is a trade? I give you my blood and you give me what I want.”

Peter opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted, “And what do you want?”

“I want to watch,” He stated, looking the two of you over, “I consider myself somewhat of a voyeur, I like to watch when people are intimate.” You looked back and forth from him to Peter. 

“Y/N, we don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Peter spoke quietly, worry in his eyes. 

“Of course not,” Steve smiled, already a bit aroused by your shocked expression. He reached into his pocket to pull out a pocket knife, its handle having an old and intricate design, “But I think it’ll be very enjoyable on your side of things. The blood will certainly take the edge off and I won’t overstep my boundaries, I promise.”

“And we’re supposed to trust a vampire … ,” Steve stepped closer, pressing the knife to his skin. 

“We don’t have another option,” Peter said, his eyes focused on Steve’s vein. Peter let go of your hand, the addiction taking over as he moved closer to Steve. Steve cut into his arm, the crimson running down it but not a drop touched the floor before Peter pressed his lips to the wound. 

When Peter pulled away, his head tilted all the way back, as the sweet serum traveled down his throat. You were still staring in shock, the scent reaching your nose, and drawing you further in. It took everything in you to keep your feet planted and your fingernails dug into your palm as you watched. 

Peter smiled, blood on his lips and mouth, “Y/N,” He drawled, “Please, taste it …” He walked towards you, his hands outstretched. The blood on his lips, you could smell it, and you wanted to taste it so bad that it was hurting you. When he leaned into your lips, you didn’t stop him. His tongue entered your mouth and you felt the high he was feeling. 

Your vision began to blur a little as your head tilted back. Peter’s hands were holding you steady as the biggest smile spread across your lips. It was like tasting heaven, something beyond reality and you wanted to never let that supernatural feeling go. 

You felt a foreign hand against your back but you felt like welcoming any touch under the influence of the drug. As Peter pulled his lips away from you, your eyes opened to Steve’s as he was offering you his wrist. With the taste already on the tongue, you gladly accepted more, Peter’s hands roaming over your body as you drank. 

You weren’t sure how you made it to the bed, it felt like you had floated. Peter was right, he was so right, were all the words you could think. You heard those words, felt Peter’s hands, and watched as Steve’s lips turned into a mischievous smile. 

Steve stepped away, the cut on his arm already healing, as he made himself comfortable in a lounging chair by the fireplace. He had to give it to the kid, he seemed to know your body much better than he expected for a guy his age. Either that, or you couldn’t tell what was what at the moment and it was all just pleasure in your glazed over eyes. 

Your head tilted to the side so Steve could analyze every detail of your face. Your dress was pulled down at the top and the bottom rolled up past your stomach. Peter held your legs firmly, biting and kissing your thighs as he made himself comfortable between your legs. 

“God, I fucking love you,” Steve smiled at Peter’s words. Your back arched up as he finally pushed your panties aside, tasting your warm center, “You smell so good. You taste so good.”

You cried out his name, biting down on your bottom lip, and Steve imagined you accidentally drawing blood.  You wouldn't have noticed, there was already blood dripping down your chin. Steve liked how loud you were, he didn’t like the girls that held everything in, and he liked even more how Peter took your mewlings as encouragement to lap at you faster. 

“Fuck,” You cursed, gripping the sheets tightly. Steve felt his pants begin to tighten though he promised himself he would wait, “Fuck, fuck!” You finally came and Peter crawled up your body in order to kiss you on your lips. 

He fumbled with his belt and Steve felt his desperation to be inside you. He was still slow with you when he finally entered you, much more patient than Steve imagined he would be. He kept things slow so you could adjust. He made love to you, kissing your neck, “Is that good?”

You nodded eagerly, “Y-Yeah! Like that …. I love that, Petey. Feels so good … feels so good.”

It was more than ecstasy. The blood mixed with the love of your life, you thought you might cry knowing that no other feeling could compare. 

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Steve watched the young lovebirds through several rounds and several different positions, your stamina never seeming to run out. Like any other drug, the high relieved the side effects but it didn’t last forever. Eventually, you and Peter floated to sleep. 

You slept through the entire morning and you thought you’d wake in Peter’s arms. You could face any shame and guilt if you were with him but, when your heavy eyes finally opened, you were alone. Your palm against your head, you sat up in the bed, a little bit of sun creeping through the curtains. Looking down, you were completely naked most likely from last night's escapades. 

You felt dirty, for more than one reason. “Peter,” You whispered, stepping out of the bed to look for your dress. Covering your chest, you kneeled down to check beneath the bed, “Peter.”

You breathed heavily, trying to push down your anxiousness as you struggled to find your clothes. When the door of the room opened, you panicked, grabbing ahold of the comforter and pulling it against your body. 

It wasn’t Peter or Steve but a dark haired man, abnormally muscular for a vampire just like Steve. He tilted his head as he looked at you, “Where’s Peter?” You asked immediately. 

“Who?” He raised an eyebrow, shutting the door, “Ohhh, Peter. Right. The boyfriend.”

“Where’s Peter and who are you?” You continued, your eyes wide with fear. Bucky ran his hand over his beard before folding his arms over each other. 

“I’m Steve’s … friend,” You began to recognize him from all the photos, “There’s a few of us who share this house, you know. And I heard you all last night, I asked Steve if I could join the fun but sitting on the sidelines is a bit boring to me.” 

You didn’t care, “If you’re not gonna tell me where Peter is-”

He rolled his eyes, “He’s with Natasha I think. He woke up still craving. Are you craving something too, dollface?”

“Nothing from you,” You shook your head though the idea of his bleeding wrist did pop into your brain, “I-I need to see him.”

“Be my guest. Are you going naked?” You scowled at him, “Go clean up first, please. There should be something for you to wear in the bathroom.”

The two of you stared awkwardly until Bucky realized you weren’t going to move until he left the room, “Fine,” He raised his hands in defeat, “They always get shy in the morning.” He mumbled to himself as the door shut. You quickly hurried to the bathroom, shutting and locking it. 

Why the hell was Peter with Natasha? She’d look at him like she wanted to devour him, in a completely non-vampire kind of way. And he’d left you all alone for that man to find you. Sure, you’d done things last night you weren’t proud of but he’d promised that things would go back to normal after. 

You freshened up in the sink, throwing on a night blue, silk nightgown. You had to scrub the dry blood off of your lips and your inner thighs and you were forced to relive the night. Everything was perfect but as soon as you thought about who watched and probably got off to it, you only felt guilty. You felt even more guilty that you were craving more blood. 

The room was empty when you stepped back into it. Tip toeing over to the bedroom door, you made sure to check to see if the coast was clear before stepping out into the hallway. You thought you could find Peter, snap him out of whatever trance he was in, and take the two of you home even if you had to carry him out on your back. 

“Natasha warned me to keep an eye on you,” He appeared in front of you so suddenly that a small shriek left your lips. You backed up quickly only to run into another tall figure. 

“Bucky, you’re going to hurt her,” Steve warned, his deep voice sending chills down your spine. 

Bucky smirked, “No blood, no foul.”

“You say that now.”

You stepped away from both of them, your back pressing against the nearest wall, “Would you like breakfast, doll?” Steve asked, catching you off guard. 

“You should get something on your stomach, doll,” Bucky seemed to mimic Steve’s concerned nature which caused Steve to press his lips into a frustrated, thin line. 

“Where. Is. Peter? I want to go home.”

“He’s-”

Bucky interrupted him, “You can’t go home.”

“Buck-”

“There’s no use in sugarcoating it,” Bucky stepped closer, resting his arm above you, “We need new blood bags and it’s not like you guys have much to go back to.” 

“We’re not blood bags-”

“We’re all blood bags,” Bucky chuckled, “You guys need us too. Anyways, it’s not a request. Steve is just nicer than me but we’re all going to take what we want.”

You slipped away from him, your feet pushing you even though you knew you were faster. The only reason Bucky didn’t chase after you was because of Steve, “Peter!” You called out, running down the hall, “Peter!” You frantically opened each door you walked past until you got to the end of the hallway. 

When you stormed in, you found him shirtless, sprawled on a bed. Natasha, in a robe, was in front of a vanity, brushing through her red hair. You hurried over to the bed, grabbing a hold of his shoulders, “Peter, we have to get out of here.”

He smiled, softly grabbing ahold of your arm, “My love, you’re so beautiful, you know that?” He was so high that you weren’t even sure if he was really seeing you. 

Tears pricked your eyes, “You promised, Peter. You promised.”

He shushed you, “It’s okay, just give me a few … hours. We’ll be … okay.”

You felt hands on your waist that you didn’t fight. She brushed a piece of hair from your face, touching your cheek with her freezing hand, “I knew you’d like her, Buck. They're both so perfect,” Natasha guided you away from the bed and towards the door where the other two vampires were standing, “So who gets the first bite?”

“Steve’s had his fun. She’s mine tonight.” 

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hope you enjoyed that fun little one-shot!

[buckystevelove]

Three Musketeers

Part 9

Pairing: Stucky x reader

Warning: fluff

A/N: sorry for taking so long in this part, life has just gotten in the way. Please reblog, I really love when you write comment, that is what make my day. So please! Comment

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Steve opened the door of your side and gave you a hand to help you come out. The place was amazing, it has so many green areas, and there were some soldiers and recruits jogging. When they passed near you they saluted both Steve and Bucky.

When you enter the building, you heard the voice of a woman sound through the walls.

“Welcome back Captain Rogers, Sargent Barnes. You must be Ms. YLN.”

You were surprised and confused. Never had you ever heard a voice come through the walls, not a voice that knows exactly who you are.

“Don’t worry honey, that’s Friday. The compounds AI, Tony designed it before… you know. Jesus Its going to be two years soon.” Steve said lowering his head, he had a sad look in his eyes you hadn’t seen in a while.

“I am so sorry sweetheart, he must had been a good man. I know the three of you had some problems in 2016, but he was you friend. I am sorry.” You gave him a side hug and did small patterns in his arm, kissing his shoulder.

“He was a good man, he had his flaws like any other human, but he tried to learn from them.”

The three of you were in the common room of the compound. Sam, Nat, Thor, Vision, Clint, and Bruce were in the dining table. Wanda was on the kitchen finishing the dinner.

You were beginning to get nervous again. You really wanted them to like you, they were the only family you boys had. This was literally like meeting the parents.

You knew that Sam was their best friend, Nat was really close to Steve, she was kind of Bucky’s ex. Well, not Bucky´s, more like the Winter Soldier. Bucky had told you about how the two of them that fallen in love a many years ago while both of them were in Hydra, but when they had officially met as Bucky and Nat, not as the Winter Soldier and Black Widow, things didn´t felt right. They weren´t really in love with each other. Still, they were friends.

You were shy, making yourself smaller the closer you were to them, both Steve and Bucky were holding your hands.

“They guys “Steve greeted them, grabbing all their attention. All the eyes were immediately on you. You could felt yourself getting hotter the longer their stare linger on you.

Nat was the first one to stand up and come closer to you.

“You must be the famous YN this men can´t stop talking about.” She said, you extended your hand to her, but she pulled you to give you a hug. When she was close to you she whispered in your ear. “Thanks for making them so happy, there has been a real change in them since you came into their lives, you are definitely a keeper.” Her word make you smile wide and fell proud, you friends had also told you that in the last months you were happier, that you seem to be glowing all the time. Hearing all this people say that your relationship was making the three of you so content, made you feel good, really good.

“I am glad to be good change in their life, I can assure you that they make me happy as well.” You said to her before pulling apart.

You looked at up at both of them ad they had the biggest smile on their face. Obviously they had heard what she said to you, dam super soldier hearing.

 They introduced you to the rest of the team, you immediately clicked with Sam, you get why you boys liked him so much. You loved Wanda, maybe had a tiny little crush in her, she was so beautiful and strong, who wouldn’t like her really, though you knew that you were going to be best friends.

Wanda cooked an amazing pasta for dinner, after a couple of glasses of wine you were no longer shy and self-conscious. You laugh and joked with them, you were like longtime friends.

After you ate the dessert that you has brought, you moved to the common room.

“You know, we should play UNO.” Sam proposed.

“Yes!” You said, you loved playing this game, and the more people the best it was.

Nat tried to argue, to warn you that all the Avengers were very competitive and normally the game nights in the compound turn very heated, sometimes they would even use their powers, but you were so excited that she let it pass.

Clint looked for the card and gave each of the players 7, and the game began.

Five rounds later things were getting really heated, Wanda was angry at Nat because she had made her draw 8 cards in the last two rounds, you were starting to get annoyed at Bucky because he hadn´t let you play in the last three rounds.

Shit was starting to get real.

When your turn finally came you placed a reverse the order, and gave a malicious smirk to Bucky. “Get ready handsome, I am going to destroy you.”

He gave you a kiss on the cheek and looked at you dead on the eyes. ”We will see babydoll.”

The game continue and Steve had been really merciful to you, that helped you take an advantage against the rest because they were trying to destroy each other. You only had 3 card left, two of them were a choose color plus draw 4 and a skip turn, you were going to finish Bucky.

When you turn came you placed the skip and Bucky gave you a sad puppy face, you innocently kissed his nose and said sorry.

Sam made Steve draw 4 cards, your blond boyfriend was definitely losing, he preferred to draw more cards than giving you a skip or draw 2. He was so adorable. You placed the draw 4 and said UNO. Everyone immediately gasped, they could believe that you were going to win.

“You hurt me dollface, you really broke my heart.” Bucky said pouting his lips, Steve got up and gave Bucky a kiss on his lips.

You finally placed you last card and jumped.

“I win!” You were so happy, you had already drink more than you would normally, feeling yourself a bit tipsy you almost fell from your sudden outburst, thankfully Steve was there to catch you.

“Very good honey.” He gave you a kiss on the cheeks and on your forehead,

The rest of the team congratulated you, you decided to sleep at the compound because it was already too late. You said goodnight and Bucky guided you to his bedroom, Steve walking behind the two of you.

They gave you a new toothbrush and Bucky let you borrow one of his t-shirts, you loved how it felt to your middle tights and smelled like him, like home.

The three of you curled up in the bed, you were in the middle of them both, Steve and Bucky were holding their hand. They gave each other a kiss and then they kissed you.

“I really liked you friends, now I get why you are all so close, I´m glad you have so nice people as your family.” You mumbled half asleep.

“I knew you would like them, I am sure they loved you.” Steve said to you, you were already asleep.

Bucky smiled at you and kissed your head. “I love you doll.”

“She really is the one Stevie.” He said looking at his boyfriend.

“She is.” He kissed you temple.

“Sleep well baby, I love you.” Steve said squeezing Bucky´s hand, he was already asleep.

The three of you fitted together perfectly, you were made to be together. You were the definition of soulmates.

Tags: @tenaciousperfectionunknown @bibliophile-life @classyunknownlover @authentically-rue @commonintrest @alina02

[fruitcoops]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could do another fic involving jules and coops together? Just like sweet moments between the three? I loved the baby sitting series you did and could not stop thinking about it❤️❤️ Thank you!!

Yeah, of course! I love writing my boy at any opportunity. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, but the relatives are my ocs!

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Sirius asked under his breath as Remus finally—finally—appeared from the mass of people.

“It’s fine,” Remus said around a forced smile to a middle-aged man across the yard.

Sirius hid his mouth by pretending to look down at the nearest casserole dish. He didn’t even know what was in it; nobody had bothered with labels, and everyone’s dishes were the same basic florals in different colors. “I love you, Re, and I totally get the whole ‘meet the parents’ thing, but this is a bit much if I’m being honest.”

“Honey.” Remus’ shoulder pressed against his own. “I’m sorry you’re not having a good time, but my Aunt Jen would skin me alive if I didn’t bring the man I’m marrying to the family reunion. We can leave tomorrow if you really hate—oh, no.”

“Remus!” a shrill, excited voice called. Sirius felt his fiancé straighten up as a tall, redheaded woman in star-painted jeans hurried across the grass with three other women in tow. She reached up and gave Remus’ cheeks a squish, then leaned in a planted a lipstick-stamped kiss to his forehead. “How are you, my duckling? Was your flight alright? Make sure you stay away from the salt or else your feet will swell.”

“Hi, Aunt Jen,” Remus said, grimacing a little at her rib-crushing hug. “I’m doing well, and our flight was fine. How are you?”

“Peachy keen,” she assured him. Dark brown eyes lasered in on Sirius half a second later and he felt his fight or flight kick in. “And who are you?”

“Aunt Jen, this is—”

“It was rhetorical, honey,” Jen interrupted with a pat to Remus’ arm as she stepped closer to Sirius and immediately hauled him in for a hug. She was as tall as Remus, but broader in the shoulders and hips; he had never felt so engulfed by someone. It was a strangely enjoyable feeling.

“Aren’t you a handsome one?” the shortest of the group cooed, as if she was talking to a particularly small dog in a purse. “Our Remus always knew how to pick them.”

Remus furrowed his brows. “Aunt Lisa, this is the first boyfriend I’ve—”

“But he’s not just a boyfriend!” Jen trilled, giving Sirius’ cheek a pat. “He’s a fiancé, something I learned from your mother. Not from your father—oh, I gave him a talking-to about that—and not from you, duck.”

Sirius bit back a laugh at the nickname and spared a glance to his left, where Remus had gone pink all the way to his ears. “Sorry.”

“Introduce us!” the shortest insisted, taking the other two by the hands as pulling them forward with an eager smile.

“Everyone, this is Sirius Black, my fiancé.” Remus gestured between them, and the four women beamed at him. “Sirius, this is Aunt Jen, Aunt Lisa, Aunt Allison, and Aunt Mary, my dad’s sisters.”

“It’s lovely to meet you,” Sirius said, holding a hand out.

“No need to be so formal,” the brunette grumbled with a teasing grin. “We have heard so much about you from Lyall. After those damned pictures—”

“Allison,” Jen hissed.

“—after the damned pictures,” Allison repeated with a pointed look. “I was about ready to drive up to Gryffindor myself and give that lousy son of a bitch a piece of my mind—”

“Allison!”

“—but Lyall talked me down and I have been waiting to meet you ever since.” She finished with a soft huff and gave his arm a quick squeeze. “Remus is a lucky boy to have you. It’s very exciting to see you in person at last.”

Sirius’ heart gave a happy little ka-thump and he smiled. “I’m glad to be here. Thank you for having me.”

“He is so polite,” Lisa said to Remus out of the corner of her mouth with a wink and a thumbs-up. “Good choice.”

“You know what I just realized? We haven’t said hello to Jules yet. We’ll see you in a few, yeah?” Without waiting for an official answer, Remus wrapped an arm around Sirius’ waist and practically carried him away from the table. Once they were out of earshot—and the aunts had busied themselves with one of the younger Lupins—Remus relaxed with a slow exhale. “I am…so sorry.”

“For what?”

“I had no idea they were going to corner you like that. I mean, I did, but I was hoping it wouldn’t be for another few hours. They tend to move in a pack at reunions, like sharks. Or wolves.”

“They’re really sweet.”

“They are,” Remus said grudgingly, though Sirius could read the affection dripping off him like his favorite book. “My dad’s the youngest of five, and I was the first nephew. You can imagine how that went.”

“Baby of the baby?”

“Exactly.”

“Can I ask one thing?” Remus nodded, visibly confused, and Sirius found he couldn’t keep his grin down any longer. “Duckling?”

“I hoped you didn’t hear that,” he groaned as they headed toward the kids’ play area beneath a large oak. “Long story short, it involved five-year-old me, a pond, and a sinus infection that made me sound like a duck when I sneezed.”

“Oh my god,” Sirius laughed, earning himself a light elbow to the ribs. “And the name stuck?”

“Considering she was the one that had to stay with me while my folks were working, she could call me whatever the hell she wanted. Please don’t ask her about it unless you want a thirty-minute TED talk about the ins and outs of my sinuses.”

“She’s a doctor?”

“No, she just overshares.”

“Sirius!”

Sirius looked up and saw a herd of small children racing toward them, led by his favorite person under the age of eighteen; Jules crashed into his legs and squeezed him tight around the waist. “Hey, I missed you!”

Jules propped his chin below Sirius’ sternum and stared up at him with the classic hazel-gold eyes that were far more common than Sirius believed before they arrived in the Lupins’ backyard. “I missed you, too! How’s the team? How’s Harry? Is he still super small or did he do that weird thing that babies do where their legs grow and the rest of them still looks normal? How was your flight? Did you have turbulence?”

Sirius thought for a moment. “Good, also good, growing normally, and yes.”

“Sweet! Come play cornhole with us!” Jules grabbed his hand and dragged him along the grass at the closest thing he could manage to a sprint with Sirius’ added weight—the pre-teen years had lent him gangly legs, though he didn’t seem quite sure how to use them yet. He looked more like a foal than a sixth-grader.

“What the hell is cornhole?” Sirius muttered as the flock of kids ran ahead to grab armfuls of beanbags.

Remus grinned. “Something I’m about to kick your ass at.”

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By the time the sun set, Sirius was exhausted. He had been introduced to dozens of people who looked just enough like Remus to be eerie, as well as plenty who seemed to have been acquired by one Lupin or another over the course of their life. Jules fluctuated between laminating himself to Sirius’ side and disappearing for an hour at a time, only to return more grass-stained and rumpled than ever as he begged Remus to swing him around by the ankles again. His ass had been thoroughly kicked at cornhole and freeze tag; it was a true miracle he hadn’t already passed out into a food coma. For all of his earlier griping, Sirius couldn’t think of a time in recent months when he had been more content.

“You’re a brave soul,” Remus remarked as they sat in the grass together and watched the fireflies wake. Though it was a warm night, it seemed the citronella candles littering the tables were doing their job of chasing off mosquitoes.

Sirius leaned his head on Remus’ shoulder. He smelled like grass and summertime and sunbaked warmth. “Am I?”

“Mhmm. I’m sure most people would have run screaming by now.”

“I like your family.”

A beat of silence passed; Remus rested his temple against the top of Sirius’ head. “I’m really glad to hear that. They’re weird and loud, but I love them.”

“And I love you.”

“Are you saying I’m weird and loud?”

“On occasion.”

“Asshole,” Remus laughed, giving him a nudge that hardly qualified as more than a gentle sway.

“Language, there are eight million kids around.”

“They’re busy.”

Sirius watched as small group run by in a wave of giggles, all clutching mason jars of fireflies with their names written on masking tape. “Thank you again for asking me to come with you.”

“Like I said, Aunt Jen would—”

“Remus.” He fell quiet. Sirius didn’t remember the last time he said Remus’ full name aloud. “Your family loves you so much. They’re everything I ever wanted growing up, and it means the world that you wanted to share them with me. All they want is to see you happy. It was amazing to finally meet them.”

“They really, really love you,” Remus said softly, his voice a little thick. “I had about twenty people tell me how wonderful you are. They all thanked me for bringing you, and not a single one mentioned the celebrity thing. Even my Uncle Jay didn’t say a word about hockey.”

“He was the one in the jersey?”

“I’ve known him for my entire life and I’ve never seen him without one.”

“Huh.” Sirius tucked his face closer to Remus’ neck and let the sound of the bullfrogs in a distant marsh lull him. “What time is it?”

“Almost eleven. The adults will be up for a while, but the kids will start crashing soon.”

Footsteps on the cool grass rustled to their right and Sirius looked up. “Who wants pie?” Aunt Allison singsonged, breaking their quiet bubble with paper plates and utensils. “This one is blackberry, but we have peach, pumpkin, and a few others on the table if you’re still hungry.”

“Just a small piece, please,” Sirius said.

Allison paused and cocked her head, then burst out laughing. “Oh, you’re funny!”

“I am?”

“Don’t fight it,” Remus whispered.

“You are a growing boy,” Allison said as she cut a thick slice and plonked it onto his plate. “And there’s no such thing as too much pie.”

I’m 26, Sirius wanted to say, though he held it in. “Just a small one for me, as well,” Remus said.

“Ha!” Allison snorted. “You’re already too skinny. Eat your pie or you’ll end up a string bean like your father. The NHL might have given you muscle, but it’s useless if you don’t enjoy some of your favorite aunt’s—”

“—woah, hey now—”

“—pie once in a while.” Allison kissed the tops of their heads once both plates were secure and bowing in the middle. “I’m going to make sure the kids aren’t poking around in the river again. Sleep well, you two.”

Sirius stared down at his plate as she wandered away. “I’m honestly going to die if I eat this.”

“Yeah, please don’t make yourself sick on pie. You really don’t have to eat all of that. The aunts and uncles are convinced that none of us are eating properly once we turn eighteen.”

“Really?”

“I wish I was kidding. You’re going to sleep so well tonight, though.”

As if on cue, Sirius stifled a yawn with the back of his hand and cuddled under Remus’ arm again. A familiar shadow bounded over not two seconds later and he barely held down a groan. “Hey, can I join you?”

Remus shrugged. “ ‘course.”

“Sweet.” Jules settled himself across their laps, staring at the sky with his head pillowed on Sirius’ thigh. “Did you have fun? I’m really glad you could come.”

“I had a great time,” Sirius answered honestly. Now please move on so I can take a nap.

“Mom and dad and me got here yesterday, and Aunt Jen kept checking the door for you guys even though she knew you weren’t coming until today. She was worried you wouldn’t like us, I think.”

“That was never an option, Jules.”

“Yeah, I know.” A devilish grin flickered over his face. “Remus is the weirdest of all of us, and if you want to marry him—”

“Get off,” Remus grumbled, shoving Jules’ legs onto the picnic blanket. “You know, you were a lot nicer before you turned eleven. Can I return you and get a new one? I have the receipt somewhere.”

“Nope.”

“That’s all a birth certificate is, right?” Sirius raised his eyebrows. “If you bring it back in good condition, I hear they give you a ten percent discount.”

Jules scowled. “That’s so not true.”

“How do you think I got Regulus?”

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Remus asked with a pointed look. “Run along, problem child.”

“Of the two of us, I’m the least problematic.” Despite his words, Jules clambered to his feet and dusted his hands off over Remus’ head. “I’m not the one that got a secret boyfriend and got engaged in a year. I’m so easy. Mom and dad want two of me.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” Remus sighed as he stretched out on the blanket. “They had a second kid because they wanted two of me.”

“You’re adopted.”

Remus cracked one eye open in disbelief. “No, I’m not.”

“How do you know?”

“Because—y’know what, go to bed. Or go find the stampede, I think they’re by the river.”

Sirius whistled lowly as Jules scampered off again. “That was impressive. Isn’t your aunt over there?”

“Yep.”

Realization clicked into place. “She’s going to make him go to bed.”

“Yep.”

“You’re brilliant.”

Remus smiled without opening his eyes, and tugged Sirius down by the sleeve to lay next to him. “You’re just figuring that out now?”

The stars were brighter than anywhere Sirius had ever seen; for a moment, he was struck speechless by the endless rivers of sparkling white overhead. He stared until his eyes burned from dryness, then put his head on Remus’ chest and kept on looking. There was no way he could tear his gaze from it. A few shooting stars streaked across the clear sky and he felt his heart skip a beat in pure amazement when he realized there was nothing else he would wish for in that moment. He could listen to Remus’ heartbeat and the sound of his new family talking against a backdrop of the night, relishing in a full belly and cool wind, and simply stay there for as long as he liked.

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Hi, I was wondering if you could write a Zemo or Laszlo x reader where he comes home early to find his significant other laying on the couch in their room feeling lonely or depressed and him finding out they felt like this for a while they just kept it hidden form him?

To Stay [Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader]

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: mention of depression

Author’s note: Not me going through a rough patch and using this request as a catalyst. Thank you for allowing me to write for you, if anyone is on a rough moment too, hold on, I hope I can give you some solace through Helmut.

When Helmut entered your apartment, holding a white little box in his gloved hand he tried hard to make sure to be extra quiet. He was out for some meetings trip, knowing both the politics and the underground ways of the world made him extremely dangerous, but also extremely busy to keep the reins of all his businesses, forcing him to leave you alone more than he wanted.

Lately you have been growing distant, but you worked a lot, you were always onto some personal or work project, so he imagined you were just tired. When he called you, you always sounded tired, sleepy or at least that’s what you said to him.

He looked down at the white box in his hand proudly as he wanted indeed to give you a little treat, he left it on side taking off his coat and gloves before noticing a soft light in the living room.

He moved instinctively, the left hand on his side grasping his gun, the fear that somebody could ever hurt you, no matter all the precautions he took, always hunting him.

He moved quickly along the wall, peaking in only to see your leg hanging out of the couch, the tv turned on but with no sound.

He frowned, it was the middle of the night, maybe you fell asleep. Not sure about his own intuition he moved along the couch finding you awake, your eyes looking puffy but, more than that, empty.

“Y/N”

You jolted up seeing him

“Helmut”

Your words died in your mouth, you wanted to say something, anything, you smiled but your smile was empty, you could feel it but you couldn’t force it more than that.

“Welcome back”

You said as a new wave of hatred for yourself hit on you. He was back from his business travel, he could have never come back, you could at least show some more passion, excitement, anything, But it all died on you as soon as you tried, you felt numb inside, heavy.

You parted your lips, you felt your mouth dry as you opened it a bit mimicking the presence of words that were not there and resulted in just a “I am sorry”

To see you like this was pure torture to his eyes, who dared to reduce you in this way? The confusion and part of anger took over in his chest, but he sat down beside you.

“My love, what happened? “ he asked without many twirls of words, his hand touching onto your ankle as you sat on your side, facing you.

You were stiff under his touch, something was pushing him away within you.

“I… I don’t know, I mean it feels all too much”

A thorn dipped inside his stomach as you said that, his eyes scanning yours silently urging you to continue, to try make him understand

“It is not today” you admitted “it is not you, it is just, it is too much, I have this sense of emptiness, of loss inside, and it keeps growing and I can’t enjoy anything” you continued, tears teasing your eyes as you looked on your right trying to avoid his gaze. Maybe if you avoided it long enough the tears would disappear or maybe he won’t at least not notice how hard it was for you to hod them back.

“I feel like I am grazing through the surface, like there’s something forbidden, something I can’t grasp and it hurts and no matter how much I do, how much I work, how much I study, buy new things, pamper myself, I feel like there’s a void in me that can’t be filled, a flaw that I can’t reach, that I can’t hide or cure and everyday it grows through me and it is so strong and visible, and I feel like..”

You stopped as tears were now rolling down your cheeks, the saddest smile of acceptance adorning your beautiful features in such a cruel way, your tongue slipping out looking for words, words to make him understand. With that little gesture you capture a mean tear that slipped too close to your lips, the salty taste bringing you to realise that for the first time you’re admitting it.

“… like it will become all that I am, and that I won’t ever feel like before ever again but this” you stopped again, shaking your head lightly as your thoughts twirled in your head like a vortex and yet that hole in your stomach was growing more painful and present “this failure”.

Helmut could swear his heart broke, to see you like this, to see you suffer so visibly, so evidently and the way your bust bowed forward like the pain in your mind was damaging your body. The fact he couldn’t just stand up and shot in the face whoever made you feel like this.

His lips pressed hard against each other, his hands moving to reach for yours.

You hesitated, he could see you didn’t want that much of contact, you didn’t want him to hold you, not now.

“Y/N” he begun, he took a deep breath in as in all his life he was a master of words, but he never felt that something he would say could matter so much, not even when he was at the mercy of the very Captain America he felt doubt into choosing his words.

“This feeling that you have, it is the most terrible somebody can feel, I see it, I see your pain” he said softly, he wasn’t going to deny it or diminishing it, he danced the tango with depression for years and he cured it with vengeance and loneliness until you brought a new light on him. He knew that feeling and he knew nothing he could give would be enough to make it disappear.

“Give me the chance to be by your side” he offered then “I love you, I love you no matter how big you feel the flaw is”

“No Helmut, you don’t understand, it won’t ever be over, you will get tired of me and my bullshit. This thing, this doesn’t make me feel you, I feel apart from you”

“No, my love, you don’t understand now” he murmured looking at you, his dark eyes looking warm and lightly teary, your pain going through him as you talked, but his voice tone wasn’t allowing any come back.

“I know how it feels. I know how it feels to lose your path. And that flaw you feel, that creeping feeling of failure, of loneliness, of exclusion, it will be over and it will come back, it will bite you hard and then disappear or linger for days and make you feel like there’s no way out. But I will be with you. I will be with you for the days it leaves and the day it comes. I will be with you to remind you every time you can’t even think of yourself in any positive light, how any feeling of worthlessness you might behold are just due to unbalance, but not reality. To shake, draga mea, it is not to fall, it is instead to find stability. To search for it is no crime, the only crime would be only to listen to it long enough to believe it”

He looked at you in a way that words felt like failing you, the determined love surging through him also adorned with trust enveloped you in a sense of determination, a sense of something that was about to come, to happen, which felt already a lot compared to the sense of an ending you had I the last times.

He trusted you.

The sense of acceptance but also responsibility that he created in you. He was there for you, he was ready to share that strangling demon.

“You won’t disappoint me, you can’t, not even if you try”

He seemed to know what you were about to say before you could say it, you let out a little sigh as his smile opened and you just mimicked him.

His warm hand moved on your cheek caressing it, moving away every trace of tears before leaning his forehead against yours “Breathe in”

You obeyed and as you inhaled he placed your hand on his chest so you could feel how it filled up with air, with life.

“Out slow”

You obeyed after holding that air a bit, his warm presence calling for you.

You didn’t know even if you wanted cuddles or not, he could sense that tension in you as he rested a kiss over your temple

“I love you”

He smiled, it was simple, a statement said so clear and simple that could sound like ‘ the sky is blue’. It was obvious and yet precious. He stood up slowly kissing the back of your hand “Just a moment”

You stared at him as he left but he was back in a second welcomed by the blue light on the screen.

“There” he said holding that same white box he held while coming inside. You took it giving him the chance to rest his weapon on the coffee table.

“Go on” he urged you kindly as he noticed your hesitation, so you did, you opened it and smiled finding ten pastel coloured macaroons in it along with a perfectly laid down bracelet. It was simple, white gold.

“Allow me” he said picking it from the box as he slowly wrapped it around your wrist “The woman from the macaroons shop thought it was a weird request to put the bracelet and the sweets in the same box”

“It is a bit peculiar as a request” you admitted and he smirked like you just complimented him.

“There” he said triumphantly, the bracelet fitting you like it was made to be on your wrist, for just your shape and skin colour. A little reminder for this moment, maybe now every time the demon will knock at your door that bracelet will tell bring the memory of Helmut’s words back to you.

“Now, I have the feeling you’d like to try the mint and chocolate one”

He suggested to you pointing to a green macaroon .

You looked at him, a surprised smile and a soft chuckle leaving your lips.

“It is the middle of the night”

“Well? There’s a time for macaroons?” You chuckled as you just couldn’t win against him, against his knowing smile and chocolate eyes, his warm hands, comforting presence and undying love.

You shifted your legs on the other side as he sat comfortably, legs spread and slightly slouched on the couch, you balanced the box of the sweets on his thigh finding the perfect position by his side, head resting on his chest, his warm arm wrapping around you securely as he picked the remote trying to find something to put on instead of the random program you left the tv on.

Your gaze moved up on him as he did some comment about late night programming, admiration and comfort surging in your chest as his eyes diverted from the screen to you one more time. A loving smile welcomed you and everything felt numb now, but not in the same way as before, like if somebody was pouring disinfectant over a wound and now the wound tickles, but it is healing. It is numb, but now you know it will pass.

Helmut was a true Baron to your eyes, a royal, a knight fighting your inner demons with his sword, banishing them away. Today, tomorrow and every time you needed it.

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