#Im gunna keep this in mind an try to make a drabble out of it on my days off this week

[blurryface-never-left]

Okay holy moly I didn't think this would stick with me so much but @starboy14176 your idea on there being a small subsection of people within dema having the ability to be living vessels has taken over my mind. I just love this idea!

You said people don't find out they're a living Vessel until they turn 13 and attend a Ceremony/Ritual where they reveal the vessel has black blood, but imagine...

Everyones blood is red, but once you hit 13, for people who are living vessels, only then does the blood begin to turn black. What if a few days or weeks leading up to the Ceremony/birthday you accidentally cut your finger on something and when you go to care for your wound you spot the dots and swirls of black within your blood and realize what you are?

To be a living Vessel is like the equivalent of being an Angel or something higher power in Dema and your usually seen as a miracle. But you've heard the rumors of how living Vessels are treated, and the concept of your body being used scares the crap out of you. Would you pretend you didn't see it and continue life, dreading the due date of your Ceremony knowing you'll never see your family again once the Bishops take you away to live with the other living vessels? Would you begin a plan to escape? Or would you find a way to skip out on the Ceremony in hopes they'll forget you? Hope that you can lie to your family about how it went, even gaslight your peers that, "yeah I was definitely there! Wasn't anything special, nope! Its probably why you can't remember seeing me there, I was nothing special, haha."

Multiple people also get checked for their Vessel status at the same time, like your class in school pulls out all the 13 yr olds at once and escorts you to the ceremony hall in the center of the City were you all line up for your ritual. Would you attempt to slip free, and pray they don't have a role call in place?

What happens if your sitting away in a small corner within the city near your schoolhouse, waiting for your peers to come back, only to hear the sirens that a citizen is missing?

[willowwhispersspeakeasy]

so this trope post got very popular so im milking this with another favorite trope of mine. I have a Rook drabble with it as well you can find here

twst! they force you to drink a potion w/ a kiss

characters: Savanaclaw and Octavinelle

warnings: gender neutral reader, established relationship, some non con kissing, drugging lowkey, poisoning mention, drowning mention

Leona

depression catman does so enjoy seeing that angry look on your face. but he also enjoys his sleep. if he can get both? even better.

you wiggled in another attempt to escape the man above you. a growl rippled from his chest once more, the feeling of claws biting into your sides.

"lemme go." you glared.

"no." the voice was muffed by where he had his head buried in your chest. "I have no plans to lose my favorite pillow today."

you wiggled again, desperate to get out from under your possessive boyfriend.

"lemme go." you spoke this time directly in his ear. earning a hiss as he pinned his ears back in discomfort.

"why you little-" he raised his head, pinning you were a vibrant green glare. "change your mind all of the sudden? I thought you had 'no reason to study' and were 'happy to keep me company' hm?" his tail flicked to and fro in annoyance.

"yeah, but... can't sleep." you shrugged. your brain was wired and laying on the ground doing nothing was only making it worse.

"I dont care if you actually sleep or not, just stay still-"

"no." you wiggled once more to prove your point. another angry growl from the lion.

"fine." Leona let out a sigh that rumbled in his chest as he reached into the pocket of his pants, producing a deep purple liquid in a vial.

"what's that?" you wondered.

"a sleeping potion." he replied, already popping the top and pouring it into his mouth.

"why are you taking it then-" you were cut off by his lips on yours.

he purred into your mouth, holding you in place under him by his hips. you gasped when his claws dug into your sides once again, and the sleeping potion fell into your mouth.

even after you swallowed it he didn't pull away, instead lazily crawling his tongue into your mouth to let you suck on it while you stroked your hands through his hair. he let out soft purrs as you ran your nails over his scalp.

he licked gently down your jaw, following it to your neck after he pulled away. waiting as your eyes drooped and breathing evened out.

Ruggie

hes can be a Little Shit when he wants to be. Ruggie would only do such a thing for your safety... and to mess with you a little. he could always just uses his unique magic to make you drink something but this is more fun.

you huffed and turned away from your boyfriend. Ruggie groaned from the side of your bed, complaining that you were almost as bad as Leona.

"if you dont take this medicine its gunna take twice as long for you to get better!" he complained. you turned your head away again, and much to your regret, the room began to spin.

with your fever so high it was difficult to pay attention.

"that's it. no more options baby, now hold still-" you whined when Ruggie gently placed his hand over your cheek, turning your head towards him slowly as to not disorient you to bad.

the young man leaned down, his large ears twitching just the slightest bit at the tips. you were mesmerized by the fluttering movement in your daze. he tried not to grin as he kissed you, having you melt against him instantly.

you let out a whine as he parted your lips, which quickly turned into a gurgling sound as the potion slid into your mouth. you came up coughing and sputtering and sending the beastman a glare.

"oi, if you woulda just listened to me I wouldn't have had to do that. look, it wasn't so bad after all." he giggled while petting your hair as you pouted.

Jack

pupper would never kiss you without being 100% sure of your consent. hes a big ol softy on the inside after all.

you were panting heavily from the run. Jack of course was more then fine after the jog, but trying to keep up with his lengthy strides had worn you out faster than expected. the wolfman offered you a water bottle, sitting beside you on a bench. you pushed it away, still to focused on catching your breath.

"you're gunna get dehydrated, take this." he insists.

"no... I'm fine." you wiped the sweat on your brow. Jack tried to convince you once more but still you refused.

giving up he opened the water bottle and took a swig. you watched as his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed, sweat reflecting the morning sunlight off his warm skin like dew on grass. after lowing the water bottle Jack placed his hand on your cheek, which you knew meant he wanted a kiss.

you leaned in and were greeted by his soft lips molded to yours. when you opened your mouth the water rushed in, some of it trickling down your chin. you had no choice but to swallow. when Jack pulled away you huffed, snatching the water bottle out of his hands and finishing it. much to your boyfriends approval.

Azul

that would probably be used as a last resort. as suave as he may present, when it comes to kissing you Azul starts off very shy. but if your safety is on the line, he will swallow his nerves, if only to keep you by his side.

perhaps it was a needle prick, perhaps it was a poisoned apple. regardless, Azul found you, stolen away from him by eternal slumber, unless he swallows his nerves.

having no faith for some fairy tale fix like 'true love's kiss' the merman takes matters into his own hands. he spends three days brewing a potion he is sure will awaken you. he prays he is right, that such a stupid, impossible clause like 'true loves kiss' was just a loophole he can exploit.

the tweels shoo your friends away, allowing Azul a moment of intimacy with you, his lost lover. eyes as blue as the open sea trace each of your features as he gathers his hopes like fishing nets.

the potion is clear like water, and his hands shake as he removes the cap. a gently hand placed over your cheek as he takes a deep breath, emptying the contents into his mouth.

your lips are cold against his, tugging anxiety in his ribcage. with the utmost care he opens your jaw, tongue parting your lips. his thumbs stroke at your throat, stimulating it to swallow the bitter liquid.

Azul finally pulls away, blinking down at you as he pushes his glasses back into place. no movement. the grains of hope he had gathered fall like sand through his hands. tears cloud his eyes and ink lays on his tongue.

he sniffles, wiping his closed eyes with the back of his sleeve. his glasses shoved aside and crooked in his distress. his heart leaps in his throat when he hears a gentle voice.

"...Azul?"

Jade

you really should only trust Jade about as far as you can throw him. he probably won't do anything purposefully to hurt you... probably.

picking up an extra shift when Floyd was in one of his moods became a regular part of your routine, well, as regular as the merman's mood swings can be.

Mostro Lounge was closing for the night and you were helping Jade clean up the kitchen while Azul counted the money for the evening. finally drying the last of the silverware you sighed, thoroughly exhausted for the evening.

Jade wiped his hands on a towel, and for a moment your eyes lingered on his long, thin fingers. it would seem your gaze did you escape the young man's notice, as a deep chuckle purred in his throat.

"sorry... I didn't mean to stare..." you looked down at your shoes.

"its alright. its rather normal to admire ones lover after all." he grinned, using the same hand to lift your chin. your gaze met his mismatched one, mischief glinting behind his eyes. you watched his eyes fall to your lips, before slowly dragging away.

"I was working on something this afternoon," Jade wandered over to where his jacket hung, digging around in one of the pockets. he produced a vial, a sickening green liquid, thick like a syrup, inside it.

"I wanted to try it, but I need another set of eyes. would you be willing to record any shifts or changes in behavior you see?" he asked, turning back to you as he removed the stopper.

"I mean... should you be just, drinking that? I what if you get hurt Jade?" you frown at the tall man. Jade offers you a reassuring smile.

"you are so caring my darling. that is why I trust you to help me." he caressed your cheek, his usually gloved fingers were soft as the skin of his hands brushed your chin.

you reached out to try and stop him as he knocked the vial back, green liquid draining into his mouth. you watched his tongue dart out to wet his lips after, before those predatory eyes fell to you.

you gasped as he pulled you in for a kiss, and only then did it dawn on you. not only did Jade not swallow the potion, but he never actually said he was going to drink it.

it was sour and fizzy on your tongue, your hands fisting in his shirt. you considered spitting it out in his face, but his hands were already on your neck. thumbs pressed along the sides of your throat, stimulating you to swallow, and you did.

panting as he pulled away you felt betrayal settle in your stomach.

"do not glare at me so, darling. I would never offer you something I wasn't willing to take myself~"

Floyd

another fucker who likes messing with you. be careful hanging around him. Jade did try to warn you, hes careless and you may find yourself in a situation you can't get out of.

as much as you enjoyed swimming with Floyd, you usually preferred either a warning ahead of time, or him not to drag you into the middle of the ocean with no way up to the surface.

but of course the feral merman gave you no warning of where you were going when he dragged you through the mirror. now your lungs were burning, and you were far to deep under water to make it to the surface before your air ran out.

clutching to your unworried boyfriend, you placed your hand around your throat in panic. having been distracted by a brightly colored school of fish Floyd finally turned to you, flashing you a grin full of razor sharp teeth.

you tugged at his arm desperately, panic in your eyes. Floyd seemed unbothered as he wrapped his long serpentine tail around your legs, winding one arm around your hip to pull you against him.

"whoopsie daisy! no breathing Shrimpy?" he grinned. you would have smacked him had you not been so frightened of drowning.

Floyd cooed to you, producing a pill capsule from, heaven knowns where, and shaking it before your eyes.

"dont worry, I have this~" you reached to grab it but Floyd pulled it out of reach. before you could wrestle him for it he popped it in his mouth and bit down.

you stared at him in shock as to why he would waste a capsule full of a breathing potion when hes a merman. you didn't have time to fully ponder this though because Floyd was dragging his hand to the back of your head and pressing you in for a kiss.

struggling against him as your lungs cried for oxygen, your eyes became puffy from tears. you tried to push him away but the eelman just squeezed you tighter.

finally your lungs burned to much. excepting your fate to die, drowned in the arms of merfolk like so many sailors, you gasped into his mouth.

the bitter tasting liquid hit your tongue and slide down your throat. finally releasing you from the bone crushing grip you gasped and sputtered. panting hard at the creature before you.

"haha Shrimpy, you really thought I was gunna let you drown? where's the fun in that!"

[seanfalco]

My Girl | Nathan Young x Reader

Fandom: Misfits Pairing: Nathan x Reader Word Count: 1629 Rating: T Prompt: I called you at 2am because I need you Requested by: @gurlimtired​ a/n: I noticed that some of my drabbles that I posted as asks weren’t showing up in the tag, so I figured I’d try this.  Thank you for the request!  I really ended up enjoying this one :3

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Feet dangling  over the side of the balcony, Nathan rested his chin on his arm as he leaned forward against the railing, looking over the dark Community Center.  With a heavy sigh he reached for his phone once again, checking the time as his screen lit up.  It was nearly 2:00 and he was nowhere near tired.  Oh, he’d tried to sleep, but after an hour of rolling about his mattress restlessly, he gave up.

This was the third time in twenty minutes he’d nearly dialed your number, backing out at the last minute.  She’s probably hanging out with her bandmates, or sleepin’, or --

He sighed again, jumping when his phone lit up in his hand, your name filling the screen and the obnoxious ringtone echoing loudly in the empty room.  “Ahh!” he cried, juggling the vibrating phone, almost dropping it over the ledge.

“[Y/N], what’s up?” he answered as suavely as possible, not wanting you to know how glad he was that you’d called.

“Nathan? Oh, thank God,” you answered and he didn’t fail to notice the way your voice trembled slightly on the other end of the line.

“[Y/N], are you… okay?  It’s almost two and --”

“Uhm, not… not really?” you answered, huffing a nervous laugh.  “There’s this guy who’s been harassing me at work, like he keeps tryin’ to get my number and shit, and uh… he’s outside right now.  He’s been waitin’ for me to get off.  I thought he’d given up and gone away, but he’s still out there and I’m - I don’t really wanna walk home alone.”

Before he knew it Nathan was on his feet, rooting around for his discarded clothes.  “Where are you right now?” he asked, barely concealed alarm in his voice, though he was past caring if you noticed or not -- the only thing he could think of was getting to you before that creeper tried anything sketchy.

“I’m still at work.  I told my manager I was gunna wait around til someone could walk with me.”

“Alright.  Stay there, okay?  I’m comin’ to get you.”

As soon as he hung up he finished dressing and shoved his feet into his shoes before slipping out of the Community Center and hurrying to the tiny convenience store you worked at, not far away.  When he got to the store he saw you through the window, waiting by the counter, chatting with your coworker.  Tossing his spent cigarette to the curb he crushed it under his sneaker, glancing around nonchalantly, lookin’ for the bloke that was giving you a hard time.  

Catching sight of a shady lookin’ fellow waitin’ round the corner, he figured that was the guy, quickly ducking his curly head before the bloke noticed him staring and pushed through the door into the bright fluorescent flooded interior.

——

As soon as Nathan entered, relief flooded you at the sight of him and you waved, letting your friend know you were leaving and hurried over to him.  “Nathan!  Thank you!  Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you exclaimed, grateful that he’d come right away.  “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Nah, I was still up,” he assured you with a shrug.  “So, that guy round the corner,” he continued, pointing back over his shoulder with his thumb, “that the guy that’s been harassin’ ya?”

“Yeah, that’s him,” you replied, shoving your hands in your jacket pockets.

“How long’s this been goin’ oh, huh?”

“A couple of weeks,” you answered reluctantly, not quite meeting his eye.

“Why didn’t yeh say anythin’ sooner?” he asked, his voice surprisingly somber and you shrugged.

“Didn’t think it was a big deal.  I thought he’d get tired of it and leave me alone, but…” you trailed off with a sigh.  “He’s never waited around for me like this before.”

Nathan frowned, wrapping an arm protectively around your shoulder as he ushered you toward the door.  “Well, I’m gunna have a little talkin’ to with the git,” he announced, and you raised an eyebrow at him.  “I’ll be polite, yeah?” he exclaimed, a touch defensively, though you didn’t believe it for a second.

As soon as you walked out the door, the guy pushed off the wall where he’d been waiting, his expression darkening when he saw Nathan’s arm around you.

“Hey you!” Nathan called, drawing himself up straighter, smirking at the fact that he was nearly a whole foot taller than the other guy.

“Who me?” he asked.

“Yeah, you, y’prick,” Nathan scoffed.  “I hear you’ve been messin’ with my girl.”

At his words your brows rose in surprise and you ducked your head, trying to fight back the grin that was threatening to steal across your face.

“Your girl?” the guy spat, incredulity painting his face.  “She ain’t never mentioned--”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Nathan cut in, “my girl, and I don’t appreciate you harassin’ her.  She don’t appreciate it, nobody appreciates it.  So why don’t you take the hint and scamper off like a good boy, eh?  And don’t show your ugly mug round here again!  You probably have a tiny dick too,” he threw in there for good measure.

Once he’d finished his little tirade, which you had to admit was rather sweet, in his own way, he stared the bloke down, raising his thick eyebrows as if just daring him to try anything.

“Yeah?  And whatcha gunna do bout it, huh?” the guy shot back, not stepping down.  “You don’t look so tough, y’gangly git.”

Nathan’s eyes narrowed, his grip around your shoulder tightening before he was pushing you behind him and stepping in front of you defensively.

“Oh, I’m tough.  I’m real tough.  Come at me, bro!” he exclaimed raising his fists as if he were actually gunna fight the fellow.

“Nathan!” you hissed in alarm -- this wasn’t what you’d had in mind when you’d asked him to walk you home.

Glancing over his shoulder at you, he flashed what he probably assumed to be a reassuring grin.  “Don’t worry [Y/N], m’love, I can take ‘im!”

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest.  “If you end up dyin’, I’m gunna kick your fuckin’ arse!”

If anything, that didn’t seem to deter him, his grin only growing as he waggled his eyebrows at you.  The guy across from him looked taken aback for a moment, no doubt confused by your exclamation, but soon he had his fists raised as well, advancing on Nathan before throwing a right hook, catching him right on the jaw.

Nathan gasped, touching his cheek gingerly.  “That was just a lucky shot, mate.  C’mon!”  Again the other guy’s fist made contact and you winced, not sure how much longer you could stand watching Nathan get beat up for you.

Spitting blood, Nathan wiped the rest of it from his chin with the back of his hand, this time managing to get a shot in himself, mouthing ‘ow’ as he shook his hand.  While the bloke was dazed, Nathan managed to tackle him, crashing to the pavement atop him before scrambling to hold him down, throwing punches til the guy surrendered.

“Alright, alright, I give up, jeeze!” he cried, holding up his hands.  “You can have ‘er, she ain’t worth it.”

Nathan frowned, grabbing his lapels and lifting him so their faces were inches apart, no trace of amusement in his expression.  “To you, maybe,” he hissed under his breath, dropping the guy as he got to his feet, a trifle unsteadily and you rushed to his side, catching him before he tripped, letting him lean on you.

“Did you call me your girl?” you asked, glancing over at him as you walked, a small smile playing at your lips despite everything.

“Uhh… did I?” Nathan asked, feigning ignorance.  “I was in the zone, I can’t rightly remember.”

“You called me your girl,” you insisted, your grin growing at the conflicted look on Nathan’s face.

“Okay, yeah, maybe I did,” he admitted, “but it was in the heat of the moment, it was part of the charade,” he exclaimed.

“Uh huh,” you said with a smirk, stopping and turning to him, reaching up to jerk his face toward you for a better look.  “You’re gunna have one helluva shiner tomorrow,” you murmured, turning his face this way and that. 

“Yeah, well, it was worth it,” he murmured, his eyes darting away from yours.  “Besides, it’ll make me look tough.  The ladies love that kind of thing, right?” he asked, his usual bravado returning.

“D’you mean, do I like that kinda thing?” you asked, taking him off guard, watching his adam’s apple bob slowly as he swallowed. 

“Well… do ya?”

“Maybe, a little,” you murmured, and his eyebrows rose as he sucked in a breath, his eyes flicking to your lips.

“That’s… good t’know,” he said finally, and you smiled, unable to hold it back any longer.

“Did you do all this,” you gestured to his face and blood flecked shirt,” just to impress me?”

Glancing away he cleared his throat.  “Maybe.”

Gently turning his face back to you, you looked up at him.  “Next time, you don’t have to go to such lengths.  I already like you, Nathan, you don’t hafta… prove yourself in order t’get some sort of affection from me.”

He blinked, his mouth falling open, at a loss. 

Trailing your fingers from his jaw down to the zipper of his jacket, you balled the fabric in your fist, pulling him down to you.  “I was gunna kiss you either way, y’know,” you murmured before pulling him against you, your lips colliding and Nathan wasted no time pressing you back against the alley wall, his hand slipping round to cradle the back of your head as he kissed you back.

[whirlybirbs]

TAKE IT SLOW -- #bittercoffee

this is a stupid little smutty drabble i want you all to have as a thank you for being so patient with the next chapter of #bittercoffee. 

here we have some stupid, early-relationship sexual tension culminating into something other than dry humping. consider it a little tease for the real deal, which will inevitably happen in later #bittercoffee chapters! 

beware, a little smut below the cut!

“You’re distracting, you know.”

One hand is under the back of your shirt, ghosting along your spine and raising goosebumps with each tender pass. His other is occupied with his phone — he’s been trying to figure the contraption out these last few weeks and with the newest discovery of the Instagram explore page, Bucky is waist deep in cat videos and bad DIYs.

His attention is pulled from his phone and he gives a little grin, sitting up and pressing a warm kiss into the curve of your shoulder.

“It’s late, doll.”

His voice is soft.

You huff, dragging your eyes up from the scattered papers across your comforter before letting your shoulders sag. Bucky’s hands continue to scale up and down your back until you finally give in, pushing your glasses back up your nose. He smiles, tight lipped and tired.

“You’re right,” you mumble, gathering your thesis notes and your laptop before standing, “Probably won’t memorize anything at this hour anyways.”

Buck hums in agreement and flops back down into the pillows. 

Bucky likes watching you. It’s not a secret — he’s obsessed with the way you tiptoe across the bedroom, the way you bend and stretch and tug your hair up. He can hardly tear his eyes away from a brief flash of your midsection or a peek of your bottom. It’s incredibly difficult when he’s so damn enamored with every part of you. He tries to hide his apparent staring behind his phone.

You turn after shutting your desk lamp off, dropping your glasses to the table, before taking a moment to admire the supersoldier currently taking up three fourths of your bed. 

He’s reclined against the pillows, blue eyes following you. He really is something out of a dream — you watch his chest rise and fall with each breath, the bare skin there scattered with scars and reminders of his past. His abdomen jumps when you chew your lip.

“What?” he asks, a coy amusement heavy in his voice. He drops his phone to the bedside table with a heavy thwunk.

Your eyes dart down his thighs, boxers bunched messily there. Bucky kicks his feet a bit, tugging back the sheets. 

“You done ogling?” he chides, cheeks a bit pink, “Staring is rude, you know.”

“You stare all the time,” you murmur, “Just let me admire Bucky Barnes for once.”

“There’s not much to admire,” he grudges out, rolling his eyes and scrolling on his phone again, “I have a nice set of baby blues, but they’re up here.”

He raises his brows, catching your eyes rake up from his waist. You laugh a little, tugging your hair back as you crawl into bed. You’re not embarrassed about it anymore — not really. The staring has become second nature. Mutual pining.

“You do have a nice set of baby blues,” you says, crawling over his legs and settling across his waist. You straddle his hips, hands smoothing against the rigid planes of muscles across his stomach. Bucky huffs. You grin, “You have a nice set of everything, if y’know what I mean.”

You shoot him an overly flirtatious look. He laughs — it’s genuine and throaty and bright. He smiles when he does it and you love it. You duck down, quick to kiss the smile with your own tilted lips before Bucky’s hands scale up the front of your shirt. His fingertips crawl up the skin there and you hum, enjoying the sensation of being touched. It’s enough to quiet you down and you tuck your head into the curve of his neck as his ministrations round the back to your spine.

“You’re beautiful,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your temple, “And smart. Kind... I’ll let you have ‘funny’, this time, too. I’m feeling generous.”

You laugh, chest quaking as you speak. “I am funny!”

“Funny lookin’.”

“Whatever you say, Grandpa.”

It’s his turn to laugh. “I’m not as bad as Steve.”

“No,” you laugh, sitting up and shaking your head, “You are so much worse!”

His face lights up, laughter shaking his shoulders. His hands fiddles with your own that’s splayed across his chest, “What, just because I didn’t know what Pinchagram was?”

“Instagram!”

“Same thing.”

“I can see the headlines now,” you muse, slipping from his hips to lay beside him, “Winter Soldier seen fumbling with iPhone.”

“Listen,” he prods at your hands in the air, “Back in the day —“

“Oh no,” you mumble, rubbing your face, “Here we go...”

Buck rolls his eyes, moving to press his weight partially on top of you in retaliation. You make a mock-pained sound, squirming slightly. He has you pinned. 

“You’re a brat,” he chides, fingers tugging at your waist. You squeak, trying to get away from the pokes.

“Whatcha gunna do about it, Buck?”

There’s a moment of pause between the both of you — Bucky knows how this is going to end, but still he’s drawn in like a magnet. All it takes is one challenging look and his lips find yours in a flash, hands pushing your own above your head as you grin against his mouth. There’s nothing sweet about the kiss, it’s all lust and passion and pent-up feelings that you’ve both been battling these last few weeks.

They come in waves — you both feel a little bit like teenagers, making out at inopportune times and grinding against one another like it’s a dying wish. You were both adamant about taking it slow, and Bucky was adamant about being careful; mostly since he had no idea if he even had enough self control to keep himself together during sex.

So, you both happily settled on sloppy make-out sessions and calculated touches through jeans or leggings or whatever happened to be in the way.

But, nothing felt slow about this.

His lips meet the column of your throat and he bites a deep pink mark into the skin there. You sigh. His hips rocks against your own. The thin fabric of his boxers doesn’t leave much to the imagination. It’s sinful. You wrestle out of his hold, nails scaling his back as Bucky’s mouth dips to your jaw.

“We,” he starts, breaking from another kiss as you tug his hair, “We always do this.”

“I’m not complaining,” you sigh, stomach tensing as his hands scale the skin there. He tugs your shirt up and off without a word, mouth dipping to bite a gentle trail up your sternum. You whine.

“I... We shouldn’t,” he mumbles, large hands skimming the curve of your breast. His eyes are dark, “We shouldn’t.”

“Probably not,” you breath, head dipping back as his stubble grazes the soft skin there, “Not with Marissa home.”

“I... I won’t be able to—“

“Control yourself? Me neither.”

“And this should be special —“

“Mhm,” you mumble, nails grazing his scalp, “When the time is right —“

But his movements don’t stop, not until his hand settles between your legs and two metal digits push against the wet fabric there. You’re quick to hammer a hand over your mouth, smothering the yelp of surprise as you writhes against the sheets. Your other hand darts out, catching his wrist as Bucky grins. You urge him onwards, hips bucking  against the cold metal as he laughs quietly and drags himself downwards for a kiss.

“I think I could settle with this, though.”

It’s dark and whispered into your ear before his mouth trials lower, stubble grazing the skin of your collar bone as he bites dark marks into your décolletage.

He’s never done this before.

This is so not dry humping.

You whimper against your own hand, eyes screwing shut as he sets a pace, fingers dancing against the fabric there. The touch is cool. You tighten your grip on his wrist.

Bucky smiles, peeking up at you as his mouth dances against your breast. He leaves another mark there. Your back arches. You try and work out a sentence with some sense of coherency.

It’s nearly impossible.

“I th-thought you said...”

“Forget what I said,” he whispers, other hand gripping your jaw as he kisses your cheek, “This is plenty.”

“At least let me touch you —“

You whine, chewing your lip as you try and touch him — anything would help, but his other hand catches your fingers and intertwined them with his own. Bucky grins. You swear you’ve died and gone to heaven. His fingers brush a particularly wonderful spot and you gasp, moans smothered by a languid kiss.

His stubble pricks.

“I’m feeling generous, remember?”

You come apart rather quickly after that, mouth pressed to his and hips rocking against his hand. It knocks you back, mind going a bit hazy as the white hot build of an orgasm washes over you like the break of a tsunami. Everything is Bucky -- he’s warm and strong and his stubble is really starting to tickle. Your nails dig into the muscles of his back as he watches, smug, eyes half-lidded -- you’re an angel pressed into the sheets, face hot and limbs slack. 

He sits up, only to tap your hip -- a signal to move your leg -- and settle back in bed beside you.

You pull your eyes open after a moment, face flushed and brain a little mushy.

 Bucky’s face soften. “You alright?”

“Better than alright,” you mumble, “I think it’s your turn --”

Bucky shoos your hand away from his hips, rolling slightly to pepper kisses across your face. “It’s late. You have class early tomorrow morning. I think it’s bed time.”

You groan, limbs heavy the post-orgasm high. “Buck...”

“I was serious when I said I was feeling generous.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Mhm,” he hums, kissing your nose, “I sure am.”

He’s not. If anything, he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you.

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