#WHOEVER DREW THAT SHOT

[cryptidsmoocher]

IM\ LITERALY CANT STOP CRACKING G UP AT ELFOS DEAD BODYD IN THE WATER I CANT LOOK AT THIS PICTURE FOR LONGER THAN A SECOND WDIHFITHOUT CRYINGG

[changetyre]

My weakness II Mafia!Lando Norris x Reader Ⓢ

SUMMARY: Lando is a man known to be cold, unfeeling, overflowing in strength and composure...except when it comes to you.

WARNINGS: Assault, Blood, inaccurate medical terms, not proofread.

A/N: This is something I posted over on Wattpad a few days ago, thought you guys might want to start seeing some for fluff rather than pure smut ;)

It was a miracle you were walking down the streets on your own right now...well partially. Lando had been obliged to fly over to territory 55 after a business deal had gone wrong with his partner who urgently needed his assistance. 

Lando hated leaving you alone even if it was for short periods of time just hating the feeling of not being able to protect you himself. Nevertheless, he reluctantly had to sometimes and he wasn't one to force you to go with him everywhere especially if he knew he would be putting you in more danger around him. 

For this specific instance, he had needed to fly for a few days and it had taken a whole lot of begging over the phone for him to let you leave the house to go shopping, a treat for yourself (and a little for him). He only agreed because he had your location on your phone but also as long as you agreed that his best man Max Fewtrell would accompany you. 

The day had been wonderful for you, Max wasn't sure how much longer he could stand at another store watching you try on what felt like hundreds of pieces of clothing only for you to walk out with just 1 piece or none at all.

His feet were aching more than they would when he went on a mission and he was about ready to force you back home if it weren't for the stores closing that forced you to finally call it a day. 

You were walking to the car, Max a few steps ahead of you as he worked to get all the multiple shopping bags and boxes into the car. His struggle to do so distracted him enough not to notice the other eyes in the empty parking lot. 

Max heard you scream but by the time he turned around and drew his gun you were already down on the ground badly beaten, Max could only watch as the men delivered their last few kicks and punches before they scrambled disappearing in the night. 

Max attempted taking shots but they were futile as they ran in multiple directions and instead he focused on you instead of running after whoever they were. He saw a note left beside your beaten body.  

Max picked you up getting you in the car to quickly drive you to the hospital as you groaned in pain trying to make sense of what had just happened. 

"Max don't tell-" You struggled to breathe properly. 

"Shh don't hurt yourself." Max was stern, he knew what you were going to say and he also knew he wasn't going to listen.

"Don't tell Lando." You finished feeling as though this wasn't bad enough to have him fly back and panic over you. 

Max sees as you're wheeled in, panic filling his face at the amount of blood he can see down your face and body. At the hospital, apart from a few cuts and bruises to the rest of your body it's determined you have a mild fracture to your skull and you required a few stitches to a medium-sized gash to your head, explaining the large amounts of blood.

You fail to recall at what point you'd lost consciousness or been put to sleep as you woke up to see Max on the couch next to you, his leg jittering nervously, his phone in one hand and his head in the other hand.

"Max, are you okay?" You ask him, his head popping up and his eyes meeting yours, a wave of relief flooding them.

"NURSE!" Max screams out.

"Ouch." You grab your head as Max's loudness makes your head pound.

"Sorry." He gritted his teeth guiltily. "You get attacked and you ask me if I'm okay?" Max stifles a laugh.

You shrug. "Are you?" You ask again. 

"I'm fine...lucky for me he's decided to take his anger out on the poor nurses and doctors." He shakes his head.

"He? Max I-" A nurse comes in interrupting you, she explains everything to you, and checks your vitals before finally walking outside.

You're about to engage in conversation with Max again when Lando runs into the room.

"Y/n?!" He calls out, desperation and panic audible in his voice.

"You called him?! I told you not to." You turned to Max.

"He'd kill me if I hadn't." He argued back.

"He's right...if he wasn't like family he'd be dead already." Lando replied so nonchalantly it made a shiver run through your body. Lando walked towards you, a frown on his face as he looked at the bandage around your head. 

"Baby it wasn't his-" you were gonna speak.

"Who did this?" He looked at Max, you could see the ridiculous amount of anger in his eyes, his lips in a slight pout as he tried to keep it together and his breath incredibly heavy as if he'd just ran a marathon.

"Lan-" you tried calling him again.

"WHO?!!" He repeated himself to Max.

"They left this." Max handed him the note that was left beside you.

You saw Lando's eyes darken as he read the words. "Gather the men. Call 3, 16, 33, and 81. I want them dead." He instructed Max.

"Yes." Max didn't argue as he left the room, his phone already dialing.

"Lando-" another failed attempt.

"Did you see their faces?" He turned back to you.

"LANDO!" You raised your voice finally getting him to stop.

You grabbed your head, the volume and sudden jerk of your neck making it soar.

"Darling" Lando panicked when he saw your grabbing your head. "I'll call the nurse-"

You cupped his cheek before he could turn back around. You made him look at you. "Baby I'm okay." You spoke softly.

Lando let out a shaky breath he didn't realize he was holding, his shoulders visibly relaxing. It appeared that his efforts to keep it together were expiring.

His breathing started becoming irregular as he tried his best not to break down in front of you. He tried to quietly grasp for air that he didn't seem to be able to find.

"Lando take a deep breath." Your hands moved to his once you realized he was shaking, you gave them a tight squeeze.

"I can't..." he tried to suck in air. "I can't breathe" you could see him starting to panic.

"Lando breathe with me, baby." I grabbed one of his hands placing it on my chest, my hand tightly over his as I placed the other on his own chest. "Breath in."

He did as I told him.

"Breathe out." His breaths began matching mine.

We repeated this a few times.

"You're okay baby...I'm okay." Once I saw him calm enough I pulled his face closer to mine leaning his forehead against mine. "I'm okay."

He closed the space kissing you softly. 

"This is my worst nightmare-" a few tears escaped his eyes.

"I know baby...I know..." I pulled him into a much-needed hug from both of us. His embrace was tight against me but still not as tight as it normally would be, like he was afraid to break me.

"I can't..." his voice broke. "I can't lose you." He whispered to you.

This time you placed a kiss on his lips. "You're not going to. I'm okay I promise." 

"I won't let them touch you ever again," Lando promised as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb lovingly. 

"I know." You didn't doubt him one bit. 

[noforkingclue]

Shot (Thomas Shelby x reader)

Summary: after you got shot you wake up in a familiar place with a dangerous man making you a dangerous promise

Warnings: mentions of getting shot

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

You had been trying to get out of bed when Tommy’s voice cut through the silence. You looked over at him and a ripple of pain shot up your side. You let out hiss of pain and flopped back against the bed. Slowly Tommy walked towards you and lit a cigarette.

“What happened?” you asked

“You don’t remember.”

“Bits…”

By now Tommy was at your side. He sat down on the bed and looked away. He drew in a deep breath before blowing out a thin stream of smoke. Neither of you spoke, the silence thick and awkward between you.

“You got shot.”

You looked sharply at Tommy’s voice. He still wasn’t looking at you.

“Why?” you asked

“You… got caught in the crossfire. You weren’t fucking meant to be there.”

Ah, yeah, that.

Finally Tommy looked down at you. There was a hard look in his blue eyes and you shrinked back against the mattress. It was unusually soft. Softer than your one. Softer than a hospital bed. You frowned and looked around the room before realising where you were. You had been in it many times before. Slipping out quietly before any of the other Shelby’s, including Tommy, were awake. It wasn’t as though you didn’t want to wake up in his arm but it would make things complicated. More complicated than they were already.

“Why am I in your room?” you asked

“Safer.” came Tommy’s automatic reply

“I should be in hospital.”

“We had a doctor see you over.”

You tried to sit up again but cried out in pain. Tommy leaned closer and pulled back the covers slightly. You suddenly felt vulnerable under his gaze. He trailed a finger against you and when he held it up it was red.

“You tore your stitches.” he said

You looked down. Your blood was seeping through the bandages and the sight made you feel a bit queasy. Surprisingly gently Tommy lowered you back against the bed.

“It only scratched me.” you said

“It could’ve been worse,” he said, “a lot fucking worse and I’m not going to let that fucking happen to you.”

“Tommy-”

Tommy leant over you and cupped your cheeks with his hand. He brushed his thumb against your cheekbone.

“You’re going to stay right here,” he said, “where I can keep an eye on you and make sure that you won’t fuck things up again.”

You locked gazes with him and your breath hitched at the intense look in his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes that you so loved but right now they burned. They burned with a promise that whoever had done this to you was going to pay.

“But my stitches.

“I’ll get a doctor, love.” he said, “but you’re going to stay right fucking here.”

[leah-lover]

Ibiza.

Part 1.

Alexia putellas x reader. Smut 18+

It was agreed upon in the woso community that a stay in ibiza was the usual holiday for football stars. Ibiza offered them a beach, cool resorts, adventures, and most importantly parties to celebrate the triumphs of the season. .

For you Ibiza was home, you lived there for the entire year. You witness celebrities, businessmen, and frat boys party all the same. However, your favorites were the tanned, mostly happy footballers that came to blow off some steam from all around the world. You liked hearing their stories and overall you loved their company.

This year was no different, coming off of a world cup, you knew the parties were going to be interesting.

The club you worked at was popular because of its strategic place in front of the beach. In it there was a place to party and another place to just relax. It was what drew the footballers to it as it was their favorite spot to hang out.

As you tended to the customer asking for tequila shots, you saw her enter the room. The impeccable queen of football, or as some might call her alexia putellas. She was as gorgeous as you remembered her to be. Her hair was less blond than the last time you two met. She was wearing a black, shoulderless jumpsuit with her hair resting on her shoulder. Surprisingly she was alone this time.

As she approached you, you got more and more nervous.

“Hola preciosa” she said with a big smile on her face. You tried to contain your smile as you looked in her hazel eyes, eyes that you have missed so much.

“ Sorry, do I know you?” you responded cheekily. You couldn't hold the joke any longer as you looked more into her eyes.

“You still drink vodka sodas? ” you rhetorically asked while preparing her drink.

“ no hey, i missed you, how are you?” she said with a pout on her face.

“ ale I am working now. You know I can't flirt with clients.” you respond as you hand her her drink.

“ So I am just a client.” she continues with the same pout on her face. You hand her her drink and she hands you her credit card.

“ No ale you are the light of my summer.” you smile at her. “ But you know my rules while I am working. I can't do this. Go enjoy your drink and say hi to your friends for me . Once I am done I will join you.”

She took her drink and left you after that and you continued serving your clients. You watched as one by one her friends all joined her. Her company included Mapi, ingrid, jenni, parti, and aitana. They all said hi to you as they ordered their drinks, patri even ordering a bottle of champagne. You watched from the corner of your eye as they laughed and drank until they were visibly tipsy.

“ Alright boss this is me.” you said as you closed all your tabs and headed to change your clothes.

You didn't know that Alexia was gonna join you tonight so your outfit was underwhelming compared to hers, nonetheless you still joined her at the beach.

She was again alone nursing her drink. “ hola.” you said as you made your way to her and sat on her lap.

“ Hey, how are you? I missed you.” you whisper into her ear. As she rubs her hand on your back she responds. “ I missed you too.”

“ what i heard was that you had your fun this year without me.” she continues.

“ Ale, you don't own me. We have our fun, but I can sleep with whoever I want whenever I want. No need for jealousy. ” you respond.

“ I know , I know. But I bet none of them make you cum like I do.” she whispered.

“ It's been a long time i think i forgot how you felt inside of me.”

“ Well that's not right. Let's go back to the villa and I will remind you.” she says as she takes your hand and walks you to her villa.

On the way there you talked about everything that went down since you last met, from her history making 4 trophies, to her struggle with injury.

Once you got to her house she eagerly pushed you towards the nearest wall and locked her lips with your in a needy hungry kiss. Her hands were all over you touching every available part to her as she bruised your lips and devoured your tongue.

You pulled apart just for a short while so that you can retake the breath she stole from you with her mouth.

“ Now I remember clearly all the times you made me cum and how hard I did reina.” you say with your voice filled with lust.

“I have been dreaming of this all year. Dreaming of you and of what I can do to your body. “ you say while looking in her eyes.

“ Let me show you how proud I am of all that you have done this season. Please reina.” you ask her.

She looks at you with confusion in her eyes because this is the first time you have ever asked to top her.

Without a word she takes your hand in hers and leads you to the bedroom. When you two arrive she lays on the bed and looks at you seductively. You take the hint and undress slowly.

Once you are naked you straddle her lap and begin to take her shirt off, then her bra.

“ you are so fucking beautiful.” you say as you memorize her upper body.

“ not more beautiful than you.” she says as she takes your face with her hands and gives you another kiss.

“ alexia tonight is about you.” you say to her when you pull out of her hold. You then move to her neck, her collar bone, her chest, and her stomach, giving her bruising kisses as you move down her body. Alexia wasnt loud when it comes to sex, so the small whispers you managed to get out of her as you kissed and squeezed her boobs were music to your ears.

You slid the rest of her jumpsuit off of her and pulled off her damp underwear too.

“ Are you enjoying the show reina. Because it looks like you are.” you say as you show her how wet you fingers are when dipped them in between her folds.

Alexia has previously shown you how she liked to be eaten so you didn't waste any time once you lowered your head to her core.

You gently kissed her folds before parting them with your tongue. Your tongue made slow contact with her clit a few times before you moved up to kiss her again.

“ I am so proud of you reina. You did so well this season despite everything. You deserve all the best in the world. “

You went back to her core again moving with more determination to make her come. Your hands roamed her body in the process before settling on her chest. Her fingers tangled in your hair as you do so.

She soon because to arch more and more as you changed you stepped.

“ just like that corazon. You are doing so well. So so good.” she said breathlessly.

You smile onto her clit and continue your motions.

“ I am gonna come nena.” she declares before her legs start to violently shake around your head and her cum and her come drops on your face.

After she settles down you clean her up and move to kiss her with her cum all over your mouth.

“ How do you taste?” you ask her.

“ not better than you.” she responds.

After she retakes her breath you ask her “ did you bring my favorite strap? ” to which she responds by getting out a thick rainbow colored strap from her bedside table.

“ Can you wear it?” you ask her.

“ do you want me to fuck you?” she asks, confused be you demand.

“ Please wear it and you will see.” She does as she is told and secure the harness on her core.

You then proceed to get on top of her and sit on the stap. It was painful at first but you got used to it quickly.

“ I told you I would give you a show.” you say as you blue on her cock.

Still shocked you take her hands and put them on your chest. She quickly realized your message and started moving her hands on your body. You kissed a few times before you threw your head back and focused solely on how the strap felt inside of you. Theatrical moans were soon to follow as alexias eyes and touches, and the strap were overwhelming you.

“ eres tan jodidamente sexy” says Alexia as you continue to bounce.

“ I am soo close ale. Can I come please?” you say desperately.

“ yes amor, come all over my cock.” it only took you a few more thrust for you to come undone. Alexia followed you soon after with the second orgasm of the night.

After you calmed down, you moved off the strap and layed next to her. She then disposed of it too and held you close.

“ if i knew this is what was in store for me i would have come here sooner.” she joked.

“ I am glad you liked it reina.”

“ We agreed you would stop calling me that last year.”

“ The nickname is still true isn't it you are still the queen.”

“ That's debatable.”

“ not really i would only put this show on for you and only you.”

“ So I expect that you will only be sleeping with me this summer.”

“ You wish but I have other plans with other people.”

[pumpkinbxtch]

hello, a request please, from apollo x readerposeidon, how does apollo react if hermes tries to flirt with his girlfriend reader (hermes just wants to bother his older brother)

• this is a message for THAT nereid!

— apollo x daughter of poseidon!reader

warnings: none

a/n: Hi baby. here's your apollo crew being jealous there's nothing more like him than that.

✷

Apollo started biting his nails as soon as he heard your laughter echoing in his dining room, which he found stupid because it was HIS dining room and you were laughing with another guy right in his face. Well, it was not just another guy, it was his brother, which made it a million times worse.

His visits used to be enjoyable, now not so much.

— So, ¿what do you say? — Hermes asked, winking at you, and Apollo wondered about the sudden need to make his life miserable by looking you in that way.

Your lips painted another smile as you playfully shook your head, glancing sideways at your boyfriend, who was struggling not to throw the vase at his brother's face. Honestly, it amused you. “This is for all the times you let that Nereid flirt with you in front of me,” you thought, it was your perfect revenge, and with his brother willing to play along, they were hitting the nail on the head.

— Hmm. What do you say, darling? We can stay in that house for the summer. It's close to the water, and I think it would help me train while waiting for the swimming tryouts.

Apollo forced a smile and nodded silently, if he spoke, he'd surely yell. Hermes played with the crystal glass and leaned slightly towards you.

— Even if my brother can't be with you all the time, you can go on your own — he said, looking at his brother, pretending to be kind, and Apollo felt his blood boil. — I'll keep an eye on her for you, brother.

Apollo scoffed — I don't want you keeping any eye on my girlfriend, thanks.

The double entendre floated between you, and you pressed your lips together, trying not to smile.

Hermes ran his hand through his black curls while making loops with his hand, trying to find words to elaborate. That was exasperating, Apollo thought he was just trying to look dashing. For his misfortune, his brother kept talking.

— I think it'll be fine, she needs it for her training, after all, right? — He turned to you with the blue eyes that every son of Zeus seemed to possess. — Although, they should fear you from now on, doll.

Apollo choked at that word and drew both of your attention.

— Is everything alright, Apollo? — Hermes smiled maliciously, and the sun god remembered the stupid rule that whoever gets angry first loses.

— Nothing — Apollo replied, snapping his fingers to start the music. maybe breaking that stupid tension.

When “The Girl Is Mine” by Michael Jackson and Paul McCartney started, you were close to crack up. You couldn’t believe him.

— I love this song, little bro — Hermes hummed while drumming his fingers on the glass table, passing over the message on purpose.

“'Little bro'? I'm the older one,” Apollo thought, annoyed. He couldn't wait to kick that idiot out of his mansion.

The part with the ex-beatle began, and the messenger of the gods leaned closer and starting to sing to you.

— I love you more than he… — Hermes winked at you.

— Okay, enough — Apollo exclaimed, standing up and covering his brother's mouth with his hand. He kept singing even as his voice died in your boyfriend's palms.

 Apollo growled and shot you a furious look before disappearing with him in a golden dust.

As you were left alone in the dining room, you burst into laughter and took a sip of water, impressed by your brother-in-law's performance.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway, and you masked your smile with a serious expression.

 Apollo dusted off his hands and sat back down, his eyes fixed in the center of the table. You cleared your throat and casually propped one leg up on the chair, playing with your hair as you listened to him rant.

— And tell me, my love —your voice echoed through the palace vaults, — how does it feel? — In the midst of those emotions that had him on the edge of a psychotic episode, that question caught him off guard. You raised your eyebrows sanctimoniously and smiled smugly.

Oh.

— You! — He pointed at you accusingly, and you ran off giggling.

As he tried to catch up with you, he heard the echoes of the palace bringing the reason you played along with his brother's stupid game: “Tell that damn Nereid to screw off, you're mine!” And the brake on his heels, now fearing you'd walk back to him.

Okay, you won. Definitely, Apollo wouldn't even talk to a rock if it kept you from flirting with his brother again.

✷⁠

[starkeyslibrary]

That's So True

Inspired by That's so True by Gracie Abrams

pairing: reader x drew starkey

a/n: i just realized that i've never formally introduced myself on here! my bad, my name is rhodee, 21 years old, living in europe and currently studying law. i love writing imagines that'll hopefully make you laugh, swoon or cry (sorry not sorry) a little too hard <3

stick around if you’re into dreamy characters, plot twists, or just want to scream about Drew with me!

hope i'll get to know so many of y'all on here!! okay that's all, enjoy <3

The night Drew had left for the premiere, you told yourself it was just another event, like all the others. You even tried to convince yourself you didn't mind staying home, avoiding the chaos of the red carpet. It's his night, you thought, forcing a smile as he kissed you goodbye, his cologne lingering in the air long after the door closed.

But as the hours stretched on, the gnawing sense of isolation grew. It wasn't just tonight - it had been building for months. Drew's career was skyrocketing, and with every interview, press tour and glamorous event, it felt like he was slipping further away from you. He'd promised that things would calm down after this movie, that he'd have more time. But those promises were always vague, like a finish line that kept moving further out of reach.

The photos hit social media just before midnight. Drew, looking devastatingly handsome in his suit, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with his co-star, Odessa A’ Zion. The fan comments flooded in, gushing about how perfect they looked together, how the chemistry was undeniable.

You slammed your laptop shut. It wasn't jealousy - not exactly. You trusted him, but trust didn't erase the ache of feeling invisible.

The sound of Drew's keys jingling at the door pulled you from your spiralling thoughts. The clock on the wall read 1:47 a.m. You hadn't realized how late it had gotten. The door opened, and Drew stepped inside, his movements slow and careful, like he didn't want to disturb you. He probably thought you were asleep.

"Hey," you called out, your voice sharp in the quiet apartment. You couldn't hide the edge of frustration.

He paused, caught off guard, then gave a tired smile. "Hey, babe. Didn't think you'd still be up."

"Well, I am," you said, standing from the couch. "Thought you said you'd be home hours ago."

"The afterparty ran late," he explained, shrugging off his jacket. "I texted you."

"That's not the point, Drew," you snapped, your tone harsher than you intended. “This isn’t just about tonight. Do you even realize how little I see you anymore?”

His brows furrowed, and he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s my job, you know how crazy things get during press tour. This isn’t new.”

“That doesn’t make it easier,” you shot back. “You’re always out there, Drew. With her, with them – whoever. And I’m just .... here. Alone. Waiting for whatever scraps of time you have left.”

Drew exhaled sharply, clearly tired, and not in the mood for an argument. “This again?” he muttered, his tone clipped. “I can’t keep apologizing for doing my job.”

You flinched at his words. “I’m not asking you to apologize for working. I’m asking you to make me feel like I matter.”

“You do matter,” he said, raising his voice slightly. “But you’re acting like I can just drop everything. This is how it is y/n. This is how it’s always been.”

“No, it hasn’t,” you countered. “It’s different now. You’re different. You barely talk to me anymore. Half the time, I don’t even know what’s going on in your life. But everyone else does. The fans, the press – they all get pieces of you that I don’t.”

“That’s not true,” Drew said, shaking his head. “You’re making this a bigger deal than it is.”

Your eyes burned with unshed tears. “You don’t get it, do you? You don’t see how lonely this is for me. You’re so caught up in your world that you don’t even notice.”

Drew’s frustration boiled over. “What do you want me to do, y/n? Quit? Stop taking jobs? Would that make you happy?”

His words felt like a slap, and the tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over. “I want you to fight for this – for us. But instead, you’re treating me like a burden.”

Drew froze, his anger dissipating as he saw the pain in your expression. “Y/N,” he started, his tone softer, “You’re not a burden. I love you. You know that.”

“Do I?” you whispered. “Because it doesn’t feel like it anymore.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. Drew looked at you, his face a mix of regret and helplessness. “I don’t know what to say,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Then don’t say anything,” you said, retreating to the bedroom before your emotions could completely overwhelm you.

You shut the door behind you, leaning against it as sobs wracked your body. You hated this – hated feeling like you were losing him. But you didn’t know how to bridge the growing distance between you.

Drew stood in the living room, staring at the closed door. He felt like the worst person in the world. He wanted to fix it; to make you understand how much you meant to him. But he was so tired – tired of the constant pull between his career and personal life, tired of feeling like he was failing at both.

He sat on the couch, his head in his hands. The apartment felt unbearably quiet without you. The fight replayed in his mind, your words cutting deeper with each pass. I want you to fight for this – for us.

He realized then how distant he’d been, how much he’d taken your support for granted. You’d been his anchor through everything, and he’d been too caught up in his own world to see how much you were struggling.

When you woke up, the sun was streaming through the curtains, but the weight in your chest hadn’t lifted. You found Drew in the kitchen, already dressed and nursing a cup of coffee. His face lit up when he saw you, but it quickly fell when he noticed your guarded expression.

“Morning,” he said softly, hesitant.

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

“I, uh, I thought about what you said last night,” he began, setting his coffee down. “And you’re right. I haven’t been fair to you.”

You looked at him, surprised. “Drew – “

“Let me finish,” he interrupted gently. “I’ve been so focused on my career that I forgot what matters most – you. Us. I don’t want you to feel like you’re not part of my life, because you are. You’re everything to me, Y/N. And I know I haven’t shown that enough.”

Tears filled your eyes, and this time, you didn’t fight them. “I just... I miss you, Drew. I miss us.”

He crossed the room in a few strides, pulling you into his arms. “I miss us, too,” he said, his voice breaking. “And I’m going to do better. I promise.”

For the first time in weeks, you felt a glimmer of hope. The road ahead wouldn’t be easy, but for the first time, it felt like you were on the same page.

[kentsjohnson91]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑ᵏʲ⁹¹

in which y/n and kent hide a big secret from his teammates.

warnings; pregnancy, mention of kids, alcohol, vacation

Kent was the kind of guy who always seemed at ease, the life of the party but with a quiet confidence that drew everyone to him. You had fallen for him long ago, when the two of you were young teenagers, and now, you were his everything. This vacation with his teammates was supposed to be fun, a chance to unwind, but you had a secret - one that had been growing for months.

You were pregnant. 

Kent was ecstatic when you told him. He’d hugged you so tightly that night, whispering about the future, about how perfect everything was going to be. But now, here you both were, on this vacation with Sean Kuraly, Cole, Gavin, and Adam, and neither of you had told them. The timing wasn’t right - in fact, you guys hadn’t even told your families. Maybe they’d get suspicious, or worse, maybe they’d feel like you were holding out on them. Kent was sure they’d freak out once they knew.

But here you were, at Sean’s beach house in Cape Cod. While the rest of the boys had flown, you and Kent had decided to make the 16 hour drive from Columbus, simply to spend more time with each other before having to share a living space with the others for two weeks. Once you had arrived, though, everyone was exhausted and just wanted to spend the first night in. In fact, Adam had suggested a few card games.

There was only one problem. On top of that, Cole had suggested alcohol. You looked at Kent nervously, but he gave you a reassuring smile as Sean turned to you, “Y/N, come up with a challenge for us. Whoever loses has to buy drinks.”

This was perfect. You nodded, picking up your phone and opening a random wheel spinner. You had each of the boys pick an NBA team, but when it came to entering them onto the wheel, you entered Kent’s all four times. So, when the wheel stopped spinning, you announced the team out loud, “The Minnesota Timberwolves.”

Sean, Adam, and Cole all cheered as Kent pretended to roll his eyes, but he sneakily shot you a knowing smile before picking up his keys from the counter. The boys slapped him on the back a few times but he shook them off, gently grabbing your arm, “Since your challenge is the reason I lost, you’re coming with me.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, but immediately gave in. Adam snickered behind you as Sean and Cole let out a few cheers. Kent wrapped an arm around you and opened the door for you, gently leading you to his car. As soon as you were out of earshot, Kent spoke up softly, “You feeling okay?”

You couldn’t lie. The exhaustion was creeping in. The pregnancy was still early, and you weren’t showing much, but the morning sickness, the fatigue – it was all becoming harder to hide. Kent had noticed the change in you almost immediately, but knew that it had grown harder for you in the past couple of weeks. He was worried. He was so excited to have a little him or little you around the house soon enough, but also hated seeing how hard it was on you. On top of that, he knew that you wanted to keep it a secret for as long as you could, and he knew you’d be even more stressed if people were to find out, so he didn’t want to spill anything. 

In fact, he questioned even coming on this trip, but you had explained that you’d needed it. Whether he believed you or not, was only up for him to decide. 

He opened the car door for you and you waited to reply until he was buckled in on the other side, “Just tired,” you answered, offering him a small smile. 

He rubbed the pad of his thumb across your cheek, “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

You nodded, offering him another small smile. The drive to the liquor store was rather quiet. Kent had put on some Frank Ocean, which you both had softly hummed along to until you pulled into the parking lot. 

Kent turned off the car and exited his side, only to appear on your side of the car a few seconds later to open the door for you. You grabbed his hand and as soon as he knew you were safely out of the car, he placed his arm on the small of your back protectively. The cool night breeze rolled in off of the ocean as you made your way through the parking lot. The distant sound of the waves crashing against the shore helped ease some of the nerves that had been building up inside of you.

“I feel like I’m gonna slip up at some point,” you admitted, resting your head against your boyfriend’s shoulder, “Cole’s just gonna keep offering me drinks and it’s gonna be suspicious if I keep saying no.”

Kent rubbed your back with the pad of his thumb, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head reassuringly, “You’re doing great, pretty girl. But I’ll tell you what. We’ll buy an extra pack of drinks, dump them out, and then go to the grocery store to buy some non-alcoholic alternatives that we can put in there instead. I would say we’d just buy some non-alcoholic beer here and have you drink that, but Adam’s overly observant.” he chuckled.

You nodded, shooting your boyfriend a relieved smile. You always appreciated how calm and steady he was. Even though you were both navigating this secret together, Kent always managed to make you feel like everything was under control.

When you stepped inside, the cool air-conditioning hit you immediately as the door jingled behind you. Kent headed straight for the fridge, grabbing a couple cases of beer and a bottle of whiskey that he knew Sean would like. You followed suit, selecting a case of High Noon out of the fridge. 

“Ready?” Kent asked, shooting you a smile when you replied with a yes.

As you reached the counter to pay, the cashier raised an eyebrow at you and Kent, his eyes flicking to your stomach before looking back at Kent. You shifted uncomfortably, aware that people might notice your changing body sooner rather than later. Kent caught the look too but didn’t say anything, keeping the conversation casual with the cashier as he handed over the money.

When you stepped back outside, you breathed a little easier. “Think he noticed?” you asked, half-joking.

“What an asshole,” Kent muttered, rolling his eyes playfully. 

The trip to the grocery store was pretty uneventful. Kent had gone in and picked out a sparkling water brand that you liked, along with some flavored sodas that looked fancy enough to pass as mixed drinks. On top of that, he grabbed a few more things, making sure you’d have enough variety to keep up appearances for the next few days. Once the cart was full, he checked out, the cashier giving him a friendly nod as he paid for the items.

When Kent reached the car, he opened your passenger side door. “Now comes the tricky part,” he said with a grin, opening up the package of High Noon and dumping out the drinks. He grabbed a few water bottles from his trunk before flushing out the alcohol from the cans - and thoroughly.

“I think that’s good, KJ,” you chuckled, flashing him a smile. He looked up at you and flashed you one in return.

“Gotta keep my girls safe,” he explained, ruffling your hair before opening up the bottles of sparkling water and pouring them into the clean cans with the same care, resealing them to make sure they looked untouched. Everything looked perfect - no one would suspect a thing. Kent stood back and took a moment to admire his work, placing the resealed package at your feet before ruffling your hair again. 

You rolled your eyes, shaking him off, before he quickly made his way back to his side of the car and hopped in. You looked at him incredulously, “We don’t even know what we’re having yet!” you exclaimed, but you knew there was no point in arguing. Ever since you told him that he was going to be a dad, he was adamant that the two of you were having a baby girl. Of course, he’d be happy as long as the baby’s safe and healthy, but that didn’t change his fatherly instinct, as he liked to call it. You rolled your eyes again, chuckling softly, and were on your way back to the beach house.

When the two of you arrived back there, Sean, Cole, and Adam’s rowdy laughter could be heard through the walls as you and Kent slipped through the side door into the kitchen. When he looked over towards you, he noticed how you self-consciously had placed your arms over your growing bump. Sensing your discomfort, he softly placed the alcohol down and gifted you the hoodie off of his back.

You smiled gratefully at him, grabbing the “seltzers” from him as he carried the whiskey and beer. The two of you carried the drinks out to the main room, where Sean, Cole, and Adam were engrossed in a game of Black Jack.

“Finally!” Cole exclaimed, dropping his cards as he noticed the two of you walk in, “We were wondering what took you so long!”

You chuckled, placing the drinks down on the table alongside Kent, “It’s Friday night in a vacation town,” Kent explained, shrugging his shoulders to keep it casual. Adam nodded along, seemingly saying fair enough.

As the guys reached for the beer and whiskey, Kent grabbed one of the “seltzer” cans and handed it to you with a wink. You accepted it gratefully, taking a sip and letting the cool, refreshing taste calm your nerves. He then wrapped an arm around you as you cuddled into his side.

The night continued on, with no one suspicious about what you and Kent had just pulled off. The boys were yelling about the game of euchre they were playing, earning a soft but playful eye roll from you. Kent kept a watchful eye on you, making sure you were comfortable, all while seamlessly blending in with his teammates.

As the night wore on, the laughter in the living room began to slow, and you could feel the weight of exhaustion settling over you. Between traveling all day and the energy it took to keep up appearances, your body was calling for rest. You smiled at the guys, pretending to stifle a yawn as you pushed your chair back from the table.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night,” you said, glancing around the room, “I’m pretty wiped from today.”

Sean, Cole, and Adam all gave you understanding looks, still focused on their cards and drinks. “You’ve earned it,” Sean said with a grin, “We’ll try not to be too loud and keep you up.”

“Good luck with that,” Adam teased, “Cole’s not exactly the quietest person you’ll ever meet.” 

You laughed lightly as Cole smacked Adam upside the head. Standing up and giving Kent a quick look, your eyes communicated more than words could in that moment. He caught your glance immediately, knowing exactly what you meant. You needed him with you, but at the same time, you didn’t want to raise suspicion by him leaving too soon after you.

“I’ll be up in a bit,” he said, giving you a small, reassuring smile, “I’ll keep an eye on Cole and make sure he’s not too loud.”

You nodded, giving him a quick hug and offering the guys a wave before slipping away from the table. As you climbed the stairs, you could hear them still talking and laughing, their voices a soft hum in the background. Once you were upstairs, you exhaled a long breath of relief, the tension of the day finally easing as you made your way to your room. 

You changed into your pajamas, feeling the weight of the day lifting as you settled onto the bed. It didn’t take long for Kent to join you. About 30 minutes later, you heard his familiar footsteps on the stairs, and the door quietly creaked open.

“Hey,” he said softly, closing the door behind him as he moved toward the bed, “You okay?”

You smiled, nodding as he sat down beside you, “Yeah, just tired. It was a lot today.”

Kent slid into bed next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. “I know. You did so good today, pretty girl. No one suspects a thing.”

You chuckled softly, resting your head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat calming you, “Thanks for helping me pull it off. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Kent kissed the top of your head, his voice low and comforting, “Of course, my love. We’re a team.”

The two of you stayed like that for awhile, the soft sounds of the ocean outside your window mixing with the distant murmur of voices from downstairs. It felt peaceful, the weight of the day finally lifting now that you were alone together.

“I can’t wait until they're here,” you whispered after a few moments of silence, your hand resting gently over your stomach.

Kent smiled against your hair, his arm tightening around you, “Me too. But until then, we’ll keep playing it cool for as long as we can. You get some rest, though, alright? You’ve had a long day.”

You nodded, feeling sleep begin to pull at you as Kent’s warmth and presence comforted you, “Goodnight, KJ.”

“Goodnight, Y/N/N,” he whispered, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead.

With Kent beside you, you felt safe and content, knowing that no matter what challenges the next days would bring, you had him by your side. As your eyes fluttered shut, the last thing you felt was Kent’s hand gently resting on your stomach, a quiet reminder that the two of you were in this together. Always.

a/n; would kj be a girl dad or a boy dad

[unrelatedsideblog]

Ok, but whoever drew his profile in this shot--

[lady-griffin]

Did Ekko Make Jinx’s Prosthetic Finger?

I’m curious what other people think, but I don’t think Jinx made her prosthetic finger. The only thing about it that screams JINX to me is the painted smiley face. That’s it.

It’s far too practical and simple of a design to be made by Jinx; seriously, if you remove the smiley face, you wouldn’t be able to tell this was her finger.

By comparison - Fishbones was a complete and total surprise to me when I first watched Arcane and yet I didn't question his existence for a single second; because of course Jinx made a giant shark bazooka. That makes perfect sense given everything we know about her.

With this finger though, I’m like... maybe she made it under these specific circumstances, but even then, I doubt it, because she’s so committed to her aesthetic.

She consistently goes all out, even when there's no reason to.

She individually painted each of her moth bombs, you know the things designed for the sole purpose of exploding. And yet, I'm supposed to believe she made her own finger and only drew a smiley face on it?! Really?!

Are we sure we’re talking about Jinx?

Jinx’s two guns from S1 are her most practical and aesthetically simple designs and even they have more flourish, I mean one’s pink for fuck’s sake.

So, if Jinx didn’t make her own finger, then who did?

Ekko!!

He's the only one who makes sense to me.

Now maybe this is just my delusional Timebomb wishing heart, it's certainly a possibility, but looking over the Firelights’ hoverboards, accessories, and home, Jinx’s prosthetic finger doesn’t look out of place.

There’s no perfect match to Jinx's finger; but overall, the design itself, plus the color and the specific way the metal looks worn and is clearly repurposed – looks very Ekko/Firelights to me.

To be clear, beaten up or repurposed anything (especially metal) is not an Ekko only thing, not by a long shot, as it’s found throughout Zaun.

It is Zaun.

Still, the way Ekko and Jinx’s aesthetics come through their designs and inventions, usually makes them very identifiable and this finger looks far more like Ekko, than it does Jinx. Even the color says Ekko to me.

Neither one exclusively uses a single color/type of metal, but Jinx tends to favor metals that are grey, while Ekko favors more bronze or coppery colored metals - like Jinx's finger.

The color is by no means a smoking gun, it’s just this bit of extra oddness.

It already felt super odd the design is so simple and practical but on top of that - she also didn't opt for her usual grey metals? Even in the smallest of details, this finger doesn’t feel like Jinx; and Arcane is so specific and detail oriented with its designs.

Now, obviously Ekko is not the only other inventor in Zaun, but I can't see Jinx using something just anyone made, let alone a new body part. Maybe she would for practicality’s sake, but as soon as she could, she would either customize it to her own aesthetic or just make her own.

She's so specific and intentional with her everything, so why would she make an exception for her new finger; something that's going to be attached to her body and used by her for a decently long time.

The fact this design seems to be Jinx's permanent new finger makes me assume whoever made it, did a good enough job that it met Jinx’s standards and they're important enough to her she was content to just draw a cute little smiley face on it and nothing more.

And right now, I only see Ekko being that person.

Also, I just think it would be really cute and sweet. Seriously, think about it –

Jinx: Look at what my boyfriend made me! *Gives you the middle finger*

[phoward89]

Banner by me, dividers by @saradika-graphics

Based on this ask

Young!President!Coriolanus Snow x Innocent!Reader

Coriolanus Snow was the youngest president in Panem’s history. He was cunning, charming, and very, very smart. Which is why he's the youngest man to hold the presidential office.

But that's not truly the reason why he's President Snow at the tender age of 25.

No���.

He's the youngest president because he's a ruthless man. An evil man.

A snake that strikes both friend and foe with poison.

Nobody was safe from Coriolanus’ poisonous fangs.

Well, nobody, except his First Lady.

And you just happened to be First Lady Snow. The president's sweet, innocent wife who never saw his true colors.

Coriolanus, who you often called Coryo and even Snowflake (he'll kill anyone if they giggle, laugh, or snigger if in ear shot of you using the term of endearment for him), made sure that you viewed him as a loving gentleman. He never wanted you to see the cruel side of him.

You met him when you were both kids, before he became tainted and corrupted by the harsh cruelness of the world. You never experienced the cruelness of the world, being a bit sheltered by your family.

You were innocent, like a little dove.

And that's what drew Coriolanus to you. Your innocence enthralled him, memorized him even.

He made it his mission to keep all the horrors of the world away from you, to keep you innocent and naive.

Hell, you truly believed that he helped Lucy Grey win during his mentorship because he cared. You had no idea that he was thinking with his wrong head; wanted to get under her skirts.

You didn't know that he was sentenced to 20 years as a peacekeeper for his crime of cheating during the 10th Hunger Games. You truly believed his bullshit lie of wanting to follow in his father's footsteps (his father, Crassus Snow had been a general).

So, sweet, innocent, naive little you always believed what your Coryo told you. He was your perfect gentleman, your Snowflake, and you had no reason not to trust him.

President Snow, for all his faults and evil deeds, loved you with every fiber of his overly obsessive being. It's why he's done everything in his power to keep you from being corrupted by the world.

It's also why he had, nicely, forbid you from entering his office. Coriolanus gave you the excuse that he didn't want to be distracted from his duties of ruling over Panem, but in reality he couldn't risk you walking in on him while he had business meetings.

Some of which almost always ended with his visitor slumped over a teacup.

Dead.

Today tho, well, you didn't heed his warning and decided to visit him in his office instead of waiting for him to return to the living quarters.

You found out very exciting news and wanted to share it with him right away.

You put on a pretty pink dress, pulled your hair half back into a large bow (the way he preferred it), and picked some roses from the prized rose garden for the special announcement.

You happily made your way down the hall towards his office. His staff ignored you, knowing better to even look at you twice.

The staff wanted to live to see the next Yule season, thank you very much.

When you opened the door, you saw that your husband had a guest in his office. The man, who was stout with black hair; wearing a powder blue suit, was slumped over on your husband's desk.

President Snow wiped at the corner of his mouth with his handkerchief (his beloved one that you made special for him, embroidered with a light blue snowflake and his initials in maroon red thread) his icy blue eyes flickering up to the door to see who had walked in. He gave his staff specific orders not to be disturbed. He was ready to chew out whoever had walked it, but any and all retorts he had in the tip of his tongue had died when he saw you.

His precious, innocent, little dove.

Before he could ask what’s wrong (he knew something was wrong because you knew his office was off limits and wouldn't just walk in unless it was an emergency), you pointed to the man slumped over the desk and asked, “Coryo, is he passed out?”

“Oh, my little dove, don't worry about him. He just can't handle his liquor.” Coryo told you, even though the glasses on the desk were teacups and not rocks glasses typically used for liquor.

But of course, you believed your husband. He has no need to lie to you, has he?

Coriolanus stood up from his desk, only to walk over to you. “You know you're not allowed in here while I'm working, Y/N.” He reminded you as he stopped right in front of you. Your husband towers over you, taking in how you were all dolled up and had a bouquet of roses in hand. Arching a brow, he asked, “Is something the matter?”

“Oh, Snowflake, I know I'm not supposed to bother you while you're doing your presidential work, but I was so excited to tell you something.” You honestly told him, a bright smile on your face, as you handed him the roses.

“I'm usually the one who presents you with roses, my love.” Coriolanus chuckled, only to take the offered bouquet. “What's this exciting news that couldn't wait?” He asked, placing his large, calloused hand on your cheek only to caress your cheekbone with his thumb.

“I'm pregnant!” You joyfully smiled up at him.

“That's wonderful news, my little dove.” Your Coryo cooed, pressing a kiss to your lips. He grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together, and suggested, “Let's go celebrate this happy news with lunch in the sunroom.”

“Okay, but what about your guest? Shouldn't we wake him up?” You innocently asked, gesturing to the man lying dead on your husband's mahogany desk.

“I'll have one of the staff tend to him, Y/N.” Your husband assured you while leading you out of his office.

Little did you know what he really meant by that. But why would you, your husband's only ever showed you a soft, loving, gentleman. He's never shown you his true nature of being an evil, cruel, manipulative, murderous man.

Coriolanus is a snake, but to you he's Coryo, your Snowflake.

And he'll always be that to you since you'll forever be his sweet, innocent, little dove of a wife.

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[angstysebfan]

Not Good Enough

Pairing: Bucky x Plus Size Female Reader Summary: Reader is dating Bucky. Bucky thinks he won the jackpot with the reader, but the reader thinks he can get anyone he wants. A bet then goes a little too far, leaving the reader questioning everything about their relationship.

A/N: Fixed this piece up and changed the story line. Both reader and Bucky are wrong in this one, but I hope you like it anyways. I tend to write toxic relationships because of what I've been through. If you don't like that you can pass by without leaving rude comments. This is my version of therapy. Thanks!

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You weren’t like the other agents on the team. Where most women in S.H.I.E.L.D or the Avengers are tall, skinny and beautiful. You were short, overweight, and in your opinion “ehh” in the looks department. Though you looked overweight, you were strong as all hell. You always felt like you didn’t belong, but the team always told you did. Especially Bucky.

When Bucky Barnes admitted his feelings for you, you had a hard time believing him. He's proven that his feelings are real, but one thing you think he's lying about is how lucky he says he is that you finally said yes to being his. It's a conversation that comes up several times and you keep saying the same thing.

"Buck, one sexy smirk toward a woman and they would be putty in your hands. I'm the one who should thank whoever brought you to me cause I still don't get what you see."

"Baby, you're the one who could have any man she wants, and you chose me. Trust me, no other woman would ever want me."

You would just roll your eyes and change the subject as it was actually painful to talk about. But one week you had enough and made a bet. A new agent was coming, and you wanted to prove Bucky wrong. You gave him permission, against your better judgement, to flirt. If she turned him down you would admit defeat, but if you won, he owed you a weekend away together.

Then the new female agent, Stacy, joined, and she was gorgeous! Beautiful light brown hair that looked so soft to the touch, blue eyes that drew you in, and a body you would die for. When you and Bucky walked in hand-in-hand to meet her, you couldn’t help but notice Bucky’s reaction to her. You shook it off because you couldn’t deny her beauty either.

"Remember the deal babe," you said quietly, suddenly regretting your choice. He nodded silently and kissed your forehead.

You didn't know this, but he was also regretting this bet. When Stacy was introduced to the team, you automatically noticed her eyes lingered on Bucky a lot longer than anyone else.

Steve brought her down the line to meet everyone one by one, and when she walked up to you, you extended your hand, “Nice to meet you Stacy. Looking forward to working with you.”

She looked at your hand for a moment and then said to Steve, “I thought I was meeting agents.”

Steve’s eyebrows shot up and nodded, “Yes, Y/N here is one of our best. She is one mission away from becoming a full fledge Avenger.”

You smiled at him as she looked back at you, an unreadable expression on her face. “Huh, well, we'll see about that.”

She walked past you to Bucky without shaking your hand. You were honestly shocked by her rudeness. You watch her interact with Bucky and see the flirty fluttering of her eyelashes.

Bucky turned on the charm, which you had to admit, hurt you more than you realized it would.

“Sergeant Barnes, I am looking forward to learning a lot from you,” she said in a sultry voice.

Bucky flushed, understanding her meaning. “Uh, yea anytime dollface,” he said.

Your eyes shot to his face. “Doll” was your nickname. You looked from him to Steve, who just gave you a sympathetic smile.

When intros were done, it was time for dinner. Stacy made sure she sat right next to Bucky, which drove you nuts. Bucky didn’t even spare you a glance when you were forced to sit on the other end of the table. It was like he didn’t even notice you. Not that you blamed him, Stacy did take all the attention in the room. Why did you make this damn bet?

You started feeling very low and self conscious, excusing yourself from the table. You entered your room and quickly went into the shower. You couldn’t help but let some tears fall, thinking you were not good enough for Bucky. Stacy was the type of woman he should be with, not you.

While lost in your thoughts, you don’t notice Bucky entering the shower with you, until you feel his arms around you. You immediately tense when you feel him, feeling the tears fall harder. 

“Doll? You okay?” he asked concerned. You cried harder, holding your face in your hands. Bucky turned you around and held you close, kissing the top of your head.

When you finally calmed down and looked up at Bucky, who had a concerned and sad expression on his face. You step away from him and leave the shower. 

“Y/N?” he called after you. When he made it out to the room in a towel, you were changing into sweats and one of his hoodies. “Baby, please tell me whats wrong?” he pleads.

You look at him with a mix of sadness and anger. “I’m shocked you even noticed I left the table,” you spat.

Bucky is shocked by your words, “What do you mean?” he whispers.

You scoff, “I give you permission to flirt with one woman, and you suddenly forget that you have a girlfriend. Not that I blame you! She's gorgeous, and I’m…” you stop yourself before you sob. 

“Doll, -” “Don’t! Obviously I am not your “Doll” if you are so okay with calling her that!” you screamed.

Bucky shakes his head, putting his hands through his hair. “I don’t understand what's wrong! You told me to do this! I'm sorry I called her “Doll”. Honestly, it meant nothing!” he yelled getting frustrated.

You ignore him and walk to your bed, pulling the covers up to your neck.

“Fine, talk to me when you’re not acting like this.”

You hear Bucky mumble, before you hear the door to your room close. You lie there for a moment, before you decide that you needed to fix this. He was right. This was your idea, just because you couldn't handle it doesn't make it his fault. Though he's a dumbass for calling her "doll". You get up and open your door, walking next door to Bucky’s room. When you open the door you gasp.

Stacy's in Bucky’s room, sliding her hands up his bare chest and reaching up to kiss him, and whats worse is he is standing there holding her hips in only his towel. Tears completely flood your eyes and you leave the room without you noticing. 

–

When Bucky returned to him room after your outburst he opened his door and saw Stacy standing there. 

“What are you doing in here?” he asked, annoyed.

Stacy looks at him with innocent eyes, “I just wanted to thank you for being so nice tonight. I know I was asking a lot of questions during dinner.”

He gives her a small smile, “No problem, but if you don’t mind, I want to be alone.” he said.

“Where are you coming from in only a towel anyway,” she asked, ignoring his last comment, and stepping closer to him. “uh… my girlfriend’s room.” he stuttered, feeling uncomfortable. 

“You have a girlfriend? Who? Does she know you were flirting with me?” she asked in surprise. “Y-Y/N, my girlfriend is Y/N,” he says feeling nervous.

Stacy laughed for a moment, confusing Bucky, “You’re kidding right?” she asked. 

“No, I am dating Y/N. Have been for over three months. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression tonight, but I'm taken,” he said, taking a step back.

“Oh? Well, if you are flirting with me then you must be unhappy. I can make you feel better,” she said stepping closer, sliding her hands up his bare chest.

Bucky froze for a moment, holding onto Stacy’s waist to stop her coming closer. He felt very uncomfortable since he was only in a towel. She started to lean in toward his face. Finally he came to his senses and pushed her away. 

“Agent, this is unacceptable behavior. I know I gave you an impression tonight and that's my fault but I just told you I'm taken. Get out of my room, now” Bucky barked at Stacy.

Stacy was shocked, but didn’t want to push him any further and ran out of the room. Bucky closed the door behind her wiping his face with his flesh hand. He quickly got dressed and went back to your room, wanting to apologize for everything. When he knocked there was no answer. He opened your door and came in.

“Baby?” he called walking further into the room. He checked the walk in closet and then the bathroom, nothing. When he came back into the room, he saw a piece of paper on the bed. He opened it and his heart immediately dropped.

Bucky,

I guess based on what I saw, I am not as crazy as I thought. Though I must be crazy to think someone who looks like me, would be loved by someone who looks like you. I hope you both are very happy together. 

Your Y/N

Bucky quickly ran out of the room and went to Steve’s. He explained everything that happened, which caused some scolding from Steve. 

“I mean I can’t believe you were nice to her after the comment she made about Y/N when she met her,” Steve said. Bucky shook his head, “I know. I’m a fucking moron, okay? But Y/N wanted to do this bet and it went too far. Please you have to help me find my girl. I need her to know that I…” he stopped.

“You love her,” Steve said smirking.

Bucky nodded and blew out a breath. “Please, Steve. I can’t let her think that I don’t love her. I knew she was self conscious, I should have made sure she was alright,” Bucky said kicking himself.

“Okay, pal. Relax, we will find her. Let’s ask the girls first.” Steve said leading Bucky out of his room.

–

“Ok so you saw Y/N was upset and yelled at her instead of comforting her? You're an asshole, Barnes," Nat yelled at him.

“Yea, I know that already. Please Nat, I need to find her,” Bucky pleaded.

“Plus that was mean to do to Stacy, but she still shouldn't have been an bitch to Y/N," She says angrily. "I don’t know where she is, but, if you got your head out of your asses and think you'll find her faster,” she snapped.

Both men looked confused, causing her to roll her eyes. “Men are morons! FRIDAY please track Y/N and send her coordinates to Barnes and Rogers STAT!” she yelled to the AI. 

The men nodded their thanks and headed out.

Nat watched them leave and then called to the AI. “FRIDAY where is Stacy?”

–

You sat on a bench in Battery Park, staring out into the water. You honestly weren’t sure where you were going to go from here. A part of you wanted to go back to the Tower, but didn’t want to see Bucky or Stacy. You figured by now they were lying naked in his bed together. The image making you want to puke.

“Y/N” a whispered voice said, making you jump.

You turn and see Bucky standing there, relief evident in his face. “Baby, I have been looking everywhere for you.” 

He sits down on the bench next to you, and you immediately tensed, something he noticed. 

He swallowed the lump in his throat, “Y/N, I swear, whatever you saw, was not what you think. Stacy… she… she tried to kiss me and I froze. I-I didn’t know what to do, until I finally snapped out of it and threw her out of my room. You have to believe me.” he said grabbing your hand. You don’t look at him, knowing that if you did, you would crack.

“Why would you want to throw her out? She's perfect for you Bucky. You’re perfect for each other. She knows it, I know it, you must know it.” you say quietly, your voice threatening to crack. "This bet was stupid because it proved how right I really was."

Bucky kneels in front of you, holding your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him.

“Belles, she is not perfect for me? Is she beautiful? Sure, but you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. I know you're self conscious about your weight and your body, but baby I love your body and I couldn’t care less about your weight because it doesn't matter. You're a strong woman who could kick anyone's ass. I…”

Bucky takes a breath and calm his nerves. “Y/N, I love you,” he says with confidence.

You look at him for a moment and then shake your head. “How can you love someone like me?” you whisper as tears flow down your face.

Bucky stands up and pulls you into his arms. “You're so amazing to me. You don’t care about my past. You only care about who I am now. And as far as how you look, you’re so fucking sexy to me baby! I grew up in a time where our woman had meat on their bones, and that's what I prefer.” he said causing you to laugh.

“Buck, I love you. I love you so much! You mean the world to me, and that's why I was so upset you ignored me tonight. I thought that you finally found someone else that you wouldn’t be embarrassed with. It's my fault for making this stupid bet,” you said. 

“I’m an idiot for tonight. I didn’t realize that I was ignoring you, and I’m so sorry. I should have defended you when she was rude to you, and ignored her. Screw the bet. We were both idiots about that, it wasn't fair to Stacy, even if she is a bitch. However, I do still owe you a weekend getaway, and I promise I will be cold to her from now on,” he said kissing the top of your head. “And you, my love, will never embarrass me.”

You looked up at him, your heart racing in your chest. He leaned down and captured your lips with his. You stepped as close as you could, wrapping your arms tightly around him. When the kiss ended you whispered against his lips, “I love you.”

He smiled and pecked your lips again, “I love you too.”

--

Hope you liked it.

[babyangelsky]

BL Boys I Wanted Carnally in 2024 💖✨

Welcome to Babyangelsky's 2024 Wrap Up! To commemorate my second year of watching QL dramas, and my first year of actually talking on my blog, I've compiled a series of lists to celebrate all the QL things I loved this year!

Please feel free to take my categories and make lists of your own and tag me in them if you do!

💜 All the lists can be found here! 💜

Remember this game? I'm bringing it back!

MERRY CHRISTMAS LET'S LOOK AT BEAUTIFUL MEN

♡ Fort Thitipong as Mahasamut (Love Sea)

I wrote a whole post about how badly I wanted to eat this man with a spoon and how stupidly fucking attractive he is because I could not keep it to myself. I WANT TO EAT EVERY LAST BEEFY GOLDEN INCH OF HIM AND THEN I WANNA DO IT AGAIN!

♡ Furuya Robin as Takashi (Love is Better the Second Time Around)

I see Hiro. I understand Hiro. If this man made this face at me, I would also go have a really good shower.

♡ Ngern Anupart as Arthit (Fourever You)

THEY MADE HIM A FOOTBALL PLAYER AND COVERED HIM IN TATTOOS I NEED PART 2 LIKE I NEED AIR *SCREAMS INTO A PILLOW*

♡ Great Sapol as Yoryak (Wandee Goodday)

He's my blog header and blog title for a reason. Putting this beautiful giant ass man in bunny ears and a tail was a gift *specifically* for me. A gift for which I am eternally grateful, bless you thank you P'Golf.

♡ Mark Sorntast as Pie (Battle of the Writers)

I would like to once again thank the cameraman for this very slow pan up Mark's body and I would also like to thank whoever decided that Pie should strip for Ozone because they really blessed us all.

♡ Top Piyawat as Namping/Sian (Every You, Every Me)

I want them both in very different ways which, once again, all the credit in the world to Top both for Looking Like That and for having the skill to portray these two characters so differently.

♡ Pond Ponlawit as Hill (Fourever You)

I don't ever not want Pond carnally when he is on my screen. He was also great and attractive as Third in Century of Love but he didn't get enough screen time and also they didn't show him to us like this:

♡ Joong Archen as Fadel (The Heart Killers)

Style's just like me fr because I would absolutely RUIN my life for this man. I would ruin several lives for this man. I'd beg, borrow, and steal for this man.

♡ Frank Thanatsaran as Atom (The Rebound)

Atom is too sweet and too good and too damn fine not to have gotten his happy ending. I would do so right by him. He'd get a happy ending and then some.

♡ Nagumo Shoma as Arashi (Love in the Air Koi)

No one has ever been more perfectly cast in anything ever than this man. Shoma was made to be the Japanese version of Payu. The daddy dom energy just drips off of him. AND THAT SHOT OF HIS BACK? STILL NOT OVER IT.

♡ Big Thanakorn as God (Monster Next Door)

He's just so unfair. The sweetest, greenest flag of a man ever and built like a goddamn tree it's NOT FAIR!

♡ Lin Chia Yo as Johnathan (See Your Love)

Peace and love to Xin Jia he's just a baby gangster trying his best but I would NEVER let Johnathan leave that bed whether I remembered how we got there or not. NEVER.

♡ Sailub Hemmawich as Oab (This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans)

The long pretty eyelashes and the fuck me eyes and that body I just--ONE CHANCE JUST GIVE ME ONE CHANCE OAB PLEASE

♡ Yin Anan as Jack (Jack & Joker)

HE HAS A NECKLACE OF MOLES AROUND HIS NECK! HE HAS A MOLE JUST BENEATH HIS SHOULDER BLADE! DO YOU GET IT DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

♡ Jaonine Jiraphat as Latte (Knock Knock Boys)

Of course he's on this list. Do you know how many of his gym thirst traps I've posted on this blog since this show aired? I would like to personally and very sincerely thank whoever styled Jaonine in this show.

♡ Max Kornthas as Tai (Two Worlds)

I'd get distracted too if he was looking at me like this while I drew him. Doesn't matter which version of him it was, I would let him do anything to me and if it was the scarface version, I could fix him.

♡ Poom Phuripan as Joe (My Stand-In)

The way I would give Joe anything he wanted just to see that beautiful face smiling up at me. Congrats to Ming for being rich and everything but he could never treat Joe as right as I could. I would babygirlify that man to within an inch of his life just like he deserves.

♡ Honorable Mentions ♡

I am going to break my own rules a little bit because this is my list and I can so I'm going to include:

Kevin Chang as Ever4 (Eternal Butler)

Like I know the show just started and thus doesn't meet my criteria but I can't NOT include our new favorite daddy dom robot butler because...

...reasons. If I do a list like this for next year, best believe he's gonna be on it again.

Nike Nitidon as In (180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us)

This breaks my rules even more but I watched this show for the first time like a week ago and it immediately landed itself on my list of favorite BLs ever because everything about it is like heroin to me and I NEED this man to be in another BL so desperately like you don't understand giVE HIM BACK TO ME.

[monstrifex-art]

Howls in the Heights

Art and story by me, for the TF anthology Shifts from the Shelves.

Story:

Smoke hung in the air like an unanswered question. Between the blotchy wallpaper and the liquor-stained floorboards, the poker room couldn’t accurately be described as “nice.” But Donovan owed me a favor, so for the time being this space in the back of his bar was mine. The faint music of a jazz combo leaked under the door, distant and a little sad. I stretched, twine running through my fingers as I looped it around the tack pinning a balding man’s mug-shot to the wall.

“That one’s kind of handsome,” Rita mused from behind me.

I scoffed and shot a glance over my shoulder. Rita stood close enough that I could smell her perfume. She was watching me map my thoughts on the wall with casual amusement, her dark eyes skimming lightly over the collection of newspaper clippings and photographs.

“Maybe he was. But he’s not looking so good anymore.” I uncapped a pen and drew a large red X over his face. “Handyman Wharton was a real piece of work. But no one deserves to die like that. These murders… in all my years of investigating, I’ve never seen anything like them.”

“Mmm, sounds to me like he had it coming,” she breathed as she leaned her chin on my shoulder. Rita was beautiful in a way that made it hard to think straight. She had wavy hair that fell like a black curtain on one side of her face, eyelids and lips done up in a matching smoky coal. Tonight she wore a cocktail dress that poured smoothly down her curves. The thin fabric left very little to the imagination.

Rita and I had crossed paths in a couple chance encounters over the last couple weeks. She had a habit of turning up just as things were getting interesting, and making just about everything a little more complicated. For some reason she seemed to take a shine to me. We’d started spending nights together, and she proved as enthusiastic between the sheets as she was on the dance floor. Maybe more so.

“I’m getting close,” I murmured softly. “All these bodies—there’s a pattern here. Crime barons, crooked cops… someone is making a power play for this city’s underworld. Whoever they are, they can’t hide from the truth.”

Rita slid off my back and glided over to the card table where she’d left her lighter. She sat, one leg crossed over the other, and took a long drag from the mouthpiece of her cigarette holder.

“I like watching you think, Detective. It’s like watching an old car struggle up a steep road.”

“This car still has some miles left in it,” I chuckled. “See here—Wharton was a regular at the Glass Eye. You remember, where we met at the craps table. And here, if my sources are right, Wharton was smuggling ammo for the Pinstripe gang. They’re based out of Turnstile, where you took me to see that boxing match. Hell, if I didn’t know any better Rita I’d say…”

Something cold ran down my spine. Old instincts flared to life, telling me I’d just stumbled into something big. My eyes flitted from headline to headshot, arcs of twine adding up in an intricate equation. My thoughts clicked like a typewriter, checking hunch against evidence, step-by-step. It was impossible but… the data points aligned. How could…

“Ahhh… starting to put the pieces together, are we, darling?” Rita’s voice found me from far away, as if I was at the bottom of a well. I turned to face her, limbs numb.

“You…”

She smiled, white teeth flashing in the smoky gloom. “Of course it was me, dear. It was all me. All along.”

“But… the bodies. They were torn apart. How did you…”

She laughed in that pitying little way she did when she knew something I didn’t. The melodic sound of it almost made me want to laugh with her.

“Mhmhmm aww, you still look so confused! Don’t worry sweet thing, this one is above your pay grade.” She stood with a little flourish, like a magician’s assistant. “Here. Perhaps a demonstration will make you understand.”

A part of my mind, not sure which, suddenly sounded alarm bells. An instinct to run pumped through me, made my heart beat fast and my perception sharpen. Rita was just standing there, but some awareness deep in my hindbrain was screaming danger. Predator. Flee.

I gritted my teeth. Not yet. Not when I was so close to the answer.

A shiver ran across Rita’s pale skin, starting at her back and working out to her limbs. I could see her hair stand on end. She stretched, luxuriating in the movement. Her lips parted, and a long sigh streamed from her throat like a release of pressurized air. “Hahhhh… You’re about to see who I really am, dearest.”

A quiet snapping noise, then another. Dozens of meaty clicks inside her like the sound of dislocating joints. Rita pitched forward, bending double in a violent motion that knocked the card table behind her slamming to the floor. She gasped, lurching upright with an ecstatic grin on her face. Her eyes! They had changed, darker around the edges and brighter in the middle. Her pupils reflected light like burning headlights. I couldn’t look away.

“All the rest, it’s an… affectation. Like a favorite dress that I wear around town.”

Her elbow-length gloves were starting to tear. I could see dark fur through the rips, black claws cutting neatly through the satin fingertips. She groaned, and I could hear the timbre of her voice roughening. Something cracked in her legs. Her feet shifted, pushing her taller inch by inch as they extended into long sinewy paws.

Her dress clung tightly to her curves as her frame broadened. The cloth strained, her collar line deepening as the flesh of her shoulders and chest rippled with new bulk. I could see her nipples pressing through the black cloth, erect with sensation.

She gestured to the dress, to her glittering necklace and sheer stockings. “This, all these pretty things. It used to be me… Gruuhh.” Her voice faltered as an involuntary growl rattled through her. She smiled sweetly, regaining her composure. “But not anymore.”

The fabric gave with a loud tearing noise as a large tail, black and shaggy, thrust out behind her. She took a few balancing steps forward, then reached up to brush the hair out of her face with one clawed hand. Her breathing was coming deep and heavy now, hot fog mingling with smoke in curls around her smile.

“Don’t get me wrong, darling. I do love our little song-and-dances. Being the stunning vision on your arm is a treat! But the real me can’t dazzle a cocktail party in quite the same way.”

She grimaced, and I could see her teeth lengthening into interlocking fangs. Fur crept down her face, pressing in at the edges of her cheeks and trailing down her nose.

She blinked and stared deep into me with those burning eyes. “I clean up pretty nice, wouldn’t you say? I certainly had you fooled!” She cackled with a wild abandon that approached madness.

Her shaking laughter choked off into gasps as she convulsed with another surge of growth. The wet sounds of her bones rearranging were almost drowned out by the noise of her widening hips and shoulders finally tearing her dress to ribbons. I could just see her face masked in shadow, distorting and stretching as her mouth extended into a snout full of pointed lupine teeth. Rivulets of saliva dripped from her black lips.

I stumbled away instinctively, felt the pins of my map wall dig into my back. Stray clues drifted to the floor like leaves. I could feel my cheeks burning hot as I tried to look away, but I couldn’t pull my eyes from her nakedness as it was torn free before me.

Between gasping breaths, she laughed violently. “YOUR FACE!” she snarled, muzzle curling into a feral grin. “You weren’t this SHY when we MADE LOVE LAST NIGHT!”

She was right, of course. I had seen every inch of her in our evenings together. But there was something about seeing her this way—it was rawer, deeper, more intimate and carnal. I was enraptured with a fascination that had never possessed me during our previous dalliances. I couldn’t understand it. I was hopelessly lost in the rhythm of her shifting flesh. Why? The scene before me was horrific, so why was I feeling this way?

“You’re… I just… I…” I stammered, struggling to put words in order.

“You still WANT me, DON’T YOU?” She was shouting now. “I can smell your desire… What is it you always say? YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM THE TRUTH, DETECTIVE!”

That was it. I was more attracted to her now than I ever had been before. What was wrong with me? Why did my heart feel like it was about to pound its way out of my chest? I shut my eyes, turning away with a strangled cry.

“I don’t understand! Please… I can’t, I don’t…”

“LOOK AT ME, DARLING.”

I blinked toward her, seeing only blurred glimpses. I saw the fur bristling from muscle-laden thighs, the tattered sweat-soaked remnants of her dress stretched over her rippling abdominals. God, parts of her were still so human. She wasn’t an animal or a person - she was something monstrous in-between. She was a terrifying beast, but she was still recognizably… her.

“LOOK AT ME!” she roared, and the room shook. I cried out, and opened my eyes to behold her entirely.

She was beautiful.

She was so beautiful it hurt.

I stepped toward her, and fell into her arms as she embraced me. We fell together to a gasping heap on the floor. We began anew, pressing ourselves into one another with bestial fervor.

The case would have to go on a little while longer.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Time to Heal -Oneshot

*Changed some of the details to this being after TFATWS and before Thunderbolts.  Steve never left.  Sam isn’t Captain America, neither is John.  Some details are obviously muddled.* Word count: 2711

After a long fight during a mission, Bucky and Walker trudged back to the Quinjet, where Y/N, their resident I.T. specialist and Bucky’s girlfriend, stood waiting for them in the hanger area with her arms crossed, looking pissed.  She and John had been bickering over the comms the entire mission, and were both at their wits end.  

“God, you’re insufferable,” Y/N griped at John.  

“Oh sure, I’m the insufferable one,” John griped back, walking past her to the front of the plane.  “Why are you even here?  I guess they accept whoever nowadays into the Avengers, huh?  Dating the former Winter Soldier help land you a job?”

“Watch it, Walker,” Bucky called out from behind them.  

“Shut up, Bucky,” John said, glancing at him.  

Y/N smirked.  “I’m the only reason you even have access to that shield, Walker,” she said lowly.  “If I wasn’t so nice and convincing, you wouldn’t be allowed near it.”

“What?” John narrowed his eyes.  

Bucky took a step forward but she held a hand up to him.  “You aren’t worthy of it,” Y/N sneered at him.  “The only reason you’re even touching it right now is because I convinced Bucky to give you a chance, since Steve deserves retirement and Sam wasn’t appreciated by the American government.  Bunch of racists.”  She took a step toward John, looking up at him with narrowed eyes.  “You are just a placeholder.  You will never be Steve.  You will never be Sam.  Even with that serum running through your veins, it means nothing.  Because you are not a good man.”  She shook her head.  “How did it feel, when you beheaded that man on the street?”  John’s eyes widened at her, his frown deepening as he took a step back from her.  “That’s what I fucking thought,” Y/N said, then stepped away and turned back to Bucky.  John huffed behind her as she walked up to Bucky.  “Are you okay?” she asked quietly, reaching up and wiping at some blood near his eyebrow.

“I’m fine, babydoll,” Bucky said, smiling at her.  “Just a scratch.”

She looked him over carefully, then nodded with a slight smile.  “Okay,” she said.  She quickly kissed him then turned to the hanger door.  “Let’s get out of here,” she said, punching the button for it to close and turning back to face Bucky.  Just as it started to lift one of the bad guys they’d been fighting jumped onto the hanger door, running up behind Y/N and grabbing her into a chokehold, pointing his gun at her head.

Bucky and John both yelled.  Bucky drew his gun and pointed it at the man’s face, but before he could even speak the man jerked to the side and John shot.  He looked on in horror as the bullet pierced through the left side of Y/N’s sternum and into the bad guy behind her through his heart, killing him instantly.  He fell back, taking Y/N with him with a loud thud as the door closed and caught them.  Bucky immediately ran and pulled her off of him, tucking her into his arms as she panted, her eyes wide as she looked down at her chest in shock and then up at Bucky.

“No!  Babydoll, shit,” Bucky cried out, his own eyes wide as he laid her on the floor and put his metal hand over the wound, holding it down to stop the blood flow.  He looked back at John, who looked like he was in shock as well.  “What the hell did you do?” he screamed at him.

“Buck,” Y/N whispered, her lips trembling as she started to cry.  “It hurts.”

“I know, I know Y/N, but it’s gonna be okay,” Bucky said, turning his attention back to her.  “Get us in the air!” he yelled back at John, who quickly did as he said.  “Let’s get you in the cradle, babydoll, come on.”  Bucky hoisted her up into his arms, trying to be careful as she cried out in pain at the jostling.  He took her over to the cradle, the machine that they had kept in the Quinjet since it was first used to help heal Clint years earlier.  He turned it on and then laid her gently into it, pressing buttons until the lid shut over her.  

“Y/N’s been hit, we need medical,” John’s voice carried from the front as he spoke toward a monitor.

“What happened?” Sam asked incredulously, looking at Bucky and Y/N behind John.

“A straggler jumped on board as we were about to take off, and…” he hung his head.  “She was hit by friendly fire.”

Sam’s frown deepened.  “Just get here as fast as possible.  We’ll be ready when you land.”

The call cut and John looked back at Bucky and Y/N.  The anesthesia inside the cradle hit Y/N’s face, helping her breathing even out as her eyes fluttered closed.  Her hand reached to the side of the glass enclosure, her fingers pressing against it towards Bucky.  His flesh hand pressed against the glass as he watched her fall asleep, the lasers and little wire arms and trappings working on her inside the cradle.

“Just hold on, babydoll,” Bucky whispered, fighting back tears.  “We’re almost there.  Just heal.”

***

It was a flurry of voices and bodies as they landed, a medical team running to the Quinjet and unloading the cradle with Y/N in it and rushing to the medbay.  Bucky tried to stay with her but was told to wait outside as they closed the medbay doors on him.  He stared at the doors as Sam and Steve talked to John behind him. 

“How did this happen?” Steve asked, his voice low and angry.

“He shot her,” Bucky snarled, turning to face them.  His anger was now winning out, being kept on the back burner the entire flight so he could focus only on Y/N.  Now he was incensed, and started stalking toward John.  “He shot the guy through her!”

Steve looked at John incredulously as Sam quickly got in Bucky’s way, trying to hold him back.  “Buck, wait–”

“No!  He shot her!” He screamed, pushing past Sam but being intercepted again by Steve.  “What the fuck is wrong with you?  You killed my wife!”

John looked like he could cry at any moment, recoiling from Bucky.  “I didn’t mean to.  He was holding her and I had a clear shot, but he twisted at the last second.”  Bucky got out of Steve’s grasp and cornered John against the wall, his metal hand wrapping around his throat as he lifted him off the floor, Y/N’s blood still on his metal hand coating John’s neck and uniform.  John choked, trying to pull Bucky’s hand off.  “She’s not dead, Bucky!  I’m sorry!”

Steve and Sam pulled Bucky away, holding his arms back as he struggled against them.  He eventually let them pull him back and then shrugged them off, glaring daggers at John.  He sniffed, realizing he’d been crying.  He pointed at John.  “If she dies, I’ll kill you,” he growled.  He turned and walked away into one of the waiting rooms off the hallway.  He heard Steve follow him, Sam and John’s heated exchange muffling as Steve closed the door behind them.  Bucky paced the room, his flesh hand running through his hair and tugging harshly at it.

“Buck,” Steve called to him, approaching him slowly with his hands out in front.  “You need to breathe.”

“He killed her,” Bucky cried, his emotions finally catching up to him.  “It was too close to her heart.  Steve,” he hiccuped, his breath stuttering as his tears fell heavily.  “He took her from me.  I can’t…I can’t do this without her.”

“She’s gonna be okay, Buck,” Steve said, pulling him to the bathroom attached to the waiting room and helping him wash off Y/N’s blood from the metal.  He dried off his metal hand then reached out and pulled Bucky into a firm hug.  “She’s going to heal.  Y/N’s tough.  She’s not gonna leave you.  Knowing her, she won’t allow it,” he said, huffing out a laugh.  He rubbed Bucky’s back, holding him until Bucky finally melted into the hug, clutching onto Steve tightly, leaning his head against Steve’s shoulder, his tears wetting his shirt.  “You just need to hold on and be brave for her, okay?  She’s gonna be fine, I know it.”

Bucky nodded, his heart hopeful but his mind running wild with what-ifs and worst case scenarios.  What if she didn’t wake up?  What if she was dead?  They had just started their lives together a year prior, it wasn’t fair.  Why was he being punished by the universe, God, karma, whatever it was like this?  What did he do to deserve it?  He held Steve tight, trying to ground himself from his mind completely falling apart.

***

Bucky stared at Y/N as she laid asleep in the hospital bed.  She had come out of surgery a couple of hours before, and now they were just waiting to see how she would be as she recovered.  Her skin looked ashen, scaring him further, but her heartbeat was strong, the incessant beeping of the heart monitor at least reminding him she was still here.  His flesh hand held her hand, his thumb running along her knuckles repeatedly.  He leaned down for the hundredth time and kissed her fingers, the back of her hand, then twisting her hand to kiss her palm.  

“How’s she doing?” Steve asked as he stepped into the room, walking to the opposite side of the bed from Bucky.  He pulled up a second chair and sat, looking at her monitors and then looking at Bucky.

“Doctor said the surgery went well, and they repaired the damage done by the bullet,” Bucky responded, his eyes never leaving her hand.  “Though she’s gonna have a pretty gnarly scar on her chest.  Now it’s just a waiting game to see how she recovers.”

Steve hummed and nodded, reaching out for Y/N’s other hand and squeezing it.  “She’s got some more color in her face than before.  Looking good Y/L/N,” he smiled at her teasingly.

Bucky slightly chuckled.  Sam then came into the room, checking on her.  “Hey, man, when she wakes up, if you guys would like a place to stay low and recuperate, you’re always welcome at my place,” Sam said to Bucky.  “That ocean breeze does wonders.”

Bucky smiled at him.  “That sounds great,” he said appreciatively.

“When do we leave?” Y/N suddenly whispered.

All three of their heads snapped to look at her.  “Y/N!” Bucky cried, standing quickly and hovering over her, his hands reaching up and cupping her face.  

“Hey gorgeous,” she breathed, grunting as she cleared her throat.  

Steve quickly got her a cup of water and held it up to her lips, and she drank it all slowly.  “Go slow, Y/N,” he said as he set the cup down.  “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got shot,” Y/N grimaced.  “Don’t wanna do that again.”

Bucky shook his head.  “You’re not going on anymore in-field missions, you hear me?”

Y/N smirked at him.  “You’re so hot when you’re protective,” she said.

Steve and Sam laughed, while Bucky shook his head at her with a small smile.  “How does that sound, babydoll?  You wanna go to Louisiana?  Try to relax and heal?”

“First vacation in years?  Sounds perfect,” Y/N nodded, then looked over at Sam.  “Thank you, Sam.”

***

As Bucky held Y/N’s hand and helped her walk toward the private jet Pepper had set up to take them to Louisiana, they heard someone running from behind them.

“Y/N!  Wait!” 

She turned to see John running towards them.  Bucky frowned and stepped in front of her.  “It’s okay, Buck,” she said quickly, pulling at his shoulder.

John slowed to a walk until he was a few feet away from them.  Bucky looked back and forth between the two of them, then finally stepped to the side, but kept an arm around her shoulders as he glared at John.

“I-I just wanted to say I’m sorry,” John said, glancing at Bucky but focusing on Y/N.  “It was a mistake, and I’m truly sorry for not being able to…not being more careful.  I…”

“Thank you,” Y/N said, nodding at him.  “I accept your apology.  I know it was an accident, and you were just trying to help me.”

John sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging like a weight had been lifted.  He nodded back at her with a small smile.  “Thank you.  I hope you feel better soon.”

Y/N nodded again at him, then turned and walked toward the stairs of the plane.  John tried to speak to Bucky but Bucky held a hand up.  “She may forgive you, but I don’t,” he said quietly so she wouldn’t hear.  “I never will.”

John’s lips tightened, but he nodded in understanding.  They stared at each other for a moment before Bucky finally turned and jogged to Y/N, helping her up the plane stairs.  Steve and Sam were soon loaded on board, then they lifted off toward New Orleans.

***

“I really like it here,” Y/N mused one day, watching the willows sway in the Autumn breeze outside Sam’s house as she sat in the rocking chair on the front porch.

Bucky looked at her and smiled.  It had been a little over a month and a half since they’d come to Louisiana for her to heal.  It was humid, and hot, but Y/N loved the nature and the atmosphere in New Orleans.  They had been slowly going out into the city, enjoying the nightlife carefully, so as not to exacerbate her injury.  Overall she was healing well, but it was a slow and steady process.  Steve, Sam and Sam’s sister, Sarah, along with her kids had been a big help to Y/N with whatever it was she needed.  Steve and Sam had been called away to a mission, leaving Bucky and Y/N alone this weekend as Sarah and the boys went on a fishing trip on the family boat.  

“Me, too,” Bucky agreed, turning to look at her in the rocking chair opposite her.  “Maybe we should move here.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up and she smiled wide.  “Can we?” she asked excitedly.

“Why not?” Bucky asked, reaching over and taking her hand.  

“Well, you’re a bit busy being a superhero,” Y/N said, rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb.  

“Only as long as you want me to be,” Bucky retorted, squeezing her hand.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Y/N, everything I do is for you,” Bucky said, giving her as serious a look as possible.  “You’re my everything, babydoll.  You say you want me to quit doing this and stay with you, I’ll do it.  You and I are a package deal now.  And besides, I like New Orleans,” he smirked.  

Her eyes turned watery as she listened to him.  “So if I say that Steve told me you called me your wife, and that I would love nothing more than to be your wife, what would you say?”

Bucky’s eyes widened as he thought back, then huffed a laugh.  “He’s so nosy,” Bucky chuckled, making Y/N laugh at Steve’s antics.  “I’d say let’s get married.  Today.  Tomorrow.  Hell, I would have done it yesterday.  Pick the day and I’m there, babydoll.”

Y/N’s tears finally fell, her smile wide but trembling.  “Really?”

“Really,” Bucky said, getting out of his rocking chair and kneeling in front of her, gripping both of her hands in his.  He pulled her left hand up and kissed over her ring finger knuckle.  “I’ll get you a ring.  Buy you the prettiest dress.  Make you the one and only Mrs. Barnes.”  He could feel his own tears start to build as he swallowed harshly.  “Will you marry me, Y/N Y/L/N?  Be my babydoll forever?”

Y/N let out a watery laugh.  “Yes,” she whispered, leaning over and kissing him deeply, before pulling away and leaning her forehead against his forehead.  “I’ll marry you, gorgeous.” 

[marvel-snape-writes]

Hi!! Could you maybe do a one shot of snape wanting to ask his partner to have sex but is too nervous, so after his partner falls asleep he goes into the living room and jerks off? But this time his partner woke up halfway through his little session and finally gave him what he desired

For You To Beg

Snape x original female character

18+ smut and solo smut

5.3k+ words

This has to be one of my favourite requests ever and I had a load of fun writing it! Whoever you are, thank you and I hope you enjoy it! 🫶🫶🫶

It was their closeness that aroused him the most. The intimate, quiet, subtle moments that they shared. Gentle hands caressing, light kisses; lips against skin, tauntingly over clothes, lips against lips. The small noises of delight they would make whilst doing any of this. She loved how his hand would delicately brush against her cheek while they kissed, and he loved how she would reward him with a kiss back each time.

“I hate how early we have to be up tomorrow.” She sighed, lazily kissing the corner of his mouth.

“I know,” Severus pouted his lips, reaching an arm out to tuck her hair behind her ear, “But…”

“But?” She arched a brow, remaining leant up on her elbow as she gazed down at him on the bed.

“The night is still young.” Severus spoke softly, though with a hint of mischief in his voice.

“Mhmm…” She absentmindedly drew patterns against his chest, biting her lip as their eyes met, “And what's that supposed to mean?”

Severus cupped her face in his large hand and brought her down closer to him, speaking only a few inches away from her lips, “Whatever you want it to mean.”

Their lips pressed together and she placed a hand on the pillow at the side of his head, closing her eyes. Severus placed one hand on the upper-half of her back as she leaned over him a little more whilst the other hand remained against her cheek. Once Severus was confident she had eased into the kiss, his eyes closed, too. Their kisses were sweet and slow, both of them taking time to get a taste of one another before the next. She rolled onto him properly, not breaking the kiss for a moment and placing her hands against his cheeks, lightly caressing her thumbs over his cheeks as their kiss grew deeper. Severus loved the new weight on top of him, welcoming her with both of his arms now wrapped around her and kissing her with parted lips. One of his hands slid up the back of her night shirt and their tongues touched briefly, sending a jolt toward the pit of his stomach. After a few long moments of their tongues tangled together, she broke the kiss and instead trailed them to his jaw, kissing along it until she was then met with the side of his neck and smirking when she felt his hand attempt to grasp at her from under her night shirt as a result; his rough fingertips trembling against her skin.

“M-Mm…” He whimpered, feeling her lips now peppering kisses down the side of his neck, “That's nice, baby.” He spoke in a gruff whisper, tilting his head to the side to ease her access and moving one of his hands to one of her breasts, gently kneading his palm against the side of it whilst she remained pressed chest-to-chest against him; unsure which part of that was turning him on more.

She rolled her hips against his once her lips were met with the crook of his neck, causing a small whine to sound from his lips. Severus’ eyes remained closed, unsure how much of her taunting he could take. This wasn't helped when he felt her breath against his skin from her moaning as a result of his hand still massaging against one of her breasts, now lightly flicking the tip of her tongue against the crook of his neck. His lips parted to speak this time, but words quickly disappeared from his head when he felt her begin to kiss her way back up his neck, though the front of it this time, and she smirked when she felt the vibrations of his groan against her lips.

Severus’ hands weakly brushed against her skin from beneath her night shirt as her lips faintly grazed over his Adam’s apple, feeling his cock engorging further from everything that she was doing. He knew it would only be a matter of time before she readjusted herself — for now she was only sat over his lower stomach — and found out for herself.

“Sev?” She whispered against him, her lips now lingering against his jaw.

“Mm… mhmm?” Severus responded in a daze, his fingertips continuing to tremble against her back.

She trailed kisses to his ear and kissed it sweetly before whispering into it innocently, “Goodnight.”

Severus’ eyes opened when he felt her climb off him completely and lay back at his side again, resting her head against his chest. He exhaled as quietly as he could, trying to seem unbothered by this abrupt ending of her gentle taunting.

“Goddamn this bloody early start tomorrow.” He chuckled uneasily, swallowing hard as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“It’s only one day for the sake of a training session before the new school year starts,” She spoke with a smile, “We’ll be able to sleep in for another few days after that until the real madness begins.”

Severus nodded in agreement and dipped his chin to press a gentle kiss to the top of her head, though he knew perfectly well that sleeping was the last thing he wanted to do right now. He didn't know if she enjoyed taunting him or if she was just simply too time conscious as to what time they had to be up in the morning to even think about taking things any further than a few harmless kisses and touching. He was tempted to insinuate that he didn't quite want the night to end just yet, but was afraid of coming on a bit too strong. Should he talk to her about it? Try and perhaps even hint physically that he wanted her? Even if he was known as the severe, sharp tongued Professor, he was certainly nervous when it came to talking about that. So, instead, he settled with speaking softly as he closed his eyes, “Sweet dreams, dear.”

He felt her smile against his chest and it wasn't long before he could tell she had drifted off to sleep; her breathing a little more shallow. Severus’ eyes, however, opened again and he found himself staring up at the ceiling. He wished he had, had the courage to tell her how her kisses really made him feel, but he also didn't want to embarrass himself by making it obvious how quickly she had aroused him. The biggest issue now was the pulsing problem between his legs that was pitching the bedsheets slightly. He glanced down in the darkness and swallowed hard, well aware that if she was to move her arm from being hooked across his torso, she could easily feel it. Having her so near to him was not helping the situation, however. Maybe he should try and slip out of bed and… walk it off?

He waited long enough to be almost completely sure she was in a deep sleep before he even began to think about trying to move without waking her. First, he moved his arm out from around her shoulders as steadily as possible, then he shuffled further to the edge of the bed whilst being careful not to allow the mattress dip too much as he moved. Carefully, once on his feet, he pulled the bedsheets up to cover her and silently tucked her into bed. He cringed as he took his first step away from the bed, praying that it wouldn't create a creak that would wake her. It didn't. He breathed a sigh of relief and reached for his robe hung up on the back of his bedroom door, putting it on and tying the tassels round him as he made his way out of the bedroom.

Although he continued to move about the place as subtly as possible, the restriction held within the front of his boxers served as a constant reminder of why he needed to try and do anything that would take his mind off what he craved the most right now.

Just take care of it yourself.

He placed one of his hands over the bulge as he had the conversation with himself in his head. The brief contact made him shudder slightly but he shook his head, hoping that if he sat down on the sofa, closed his eyes and thought of something else, his problem would disappear. Funnily enough, however, it didn't. She drove him crazy, like something he had never experienced before; he’d never felt lust or desire like it. He would have jumped at the chance to show her how she made him feel and exactly how he would like to show her certainly wasn't helping his situation. How he’d like her to have rocked against him, cause some friction against his needy cock. How he would've liked to have replaced his caressing hands against her breasts with his lips. He’d be gentle and tender, but also apply enough suction to leave his mark; dark purple ringlets in the shape of his lips from where they’d been. How he’d like to taste her, any part of her, all of her. His cock reacted with an almighty throb from his thoughts.

Fuck.

He knew at this point he wouldn't be able to sleep whatsoever unless he dealt with the problem. It kind of turned him on even more knowing he had to do something about it. Allow himself to do something about it. However, he had only just began to allow himself to enjoy pleasure from another person, let alone stoop so low to enjoy it from himself. He knew it wouldn't take long, and he knew this needy throbbing wouldn't go away any time soon. He wasn't going to wake her to see if she would be up for a bit of fooling around, how embarrassing, he thought. He was far too nervous to admit that this was the effect she repeatedly had on him.

No one has to know, as long as you get it over and done with quickly.

“Challenge accepted…” He mumbled to himself and untied his robe, watching as it came apart and revealed the stubborn protrusion in the front of his underwear. One of the things Severus hated the most, one thing that would almost bring out his self-loathing more than anything else, was giving in to himself like this. He inhaled deeply, ashamed and appalled with himself for already being so desperate for release. He was just going to have to get a grip, and in more ways than one.

His hand sank into the front of his underwear and wrapped around the base of his cock, exhaling deeply. Slowly and loosely, he moved his hand up and down his erection as he mentally came to terms with what he was about to do. Once his grip tightened, he allowed his eyes to fall shut as he moaned quietly. His mind drifted to the intimate moments he had shared with her, and the longing of her hand to be around him instead. He pictured her there at the side of him on the sofa, lips against his neck, hand snug around his cock and pumping up and down his length in sync with each kiss upon his skin. His length pulsated in his fist, oozing precum and wetting the inside of his boxers with it. Absentmindedly, mostly because up until this point he didn't realise quite the extent how desperate he was to get himself off, he pushed the front of his boxers down with his free hand and pulled himself out of them completely for better ease of moving his wrist.

“O-Ohh… fuck.” He moaned to himself sinking further down into the sofa.

He took advantage of the clear stickiness gathering at the tip of his length and ran his index finger over it, hissing through clenched teeth. He then bit down on his bottom lip as he began to massage his sticky finger just beneath the head of his cock; bolts of electricity coursing through his body each time from the sheer sensitivity of it. The feeling served him for a while, but it only made his need to reach his climax as quickly as possible worse.

His hand was around his cock again and this time he was picturing her knelt on the floor in front of him. His eyes rolled back in pleasure as he imagined her taking him in her hand, her mouth. His wrist became almost possessed from the way it was now thrashing up and down his entire length, pushing his hips up slightly to meet with his fist and moaning each time as he pulsated in delight.

“E—El… Eleanor…” He moaned out the name of the woman he had left in his bed, too shy to wake her in a state like this, and began to twist his wrist, ensuring that his thumb rubbed just under the head of his cock, whispering this time, “Ellie, baby… mmmhh…”

He brought the fist of his free hand into his mouth and bit down on it hard in an attempt to silence the blissful sounds threatening to escape from his lips. He could barely stop himself at this point, whimpering as he bit down harder onto his fist. This moans, forced to be quiet, rattled in his throat as he relentlessly pumped his hand up and down, squeezing his eyes shut with his eyebrows narrowed.

“Enjoying yourself?” A voice asked from the doorway, startling him.

“H—Huh?!” His eyes snapped open and he tore his hand away from his cock, helplessly trying to cover himself back up again with either sides of his parted robe, “Fuck…” He muttered under his breath.

“Hm?” Eleanor raised her eyebrows at his now crimson cheeks once she was stood in front of him.

Severus couldn't even construct a sentence, let alone dare to look up at her. He could feel the heat in his cheeks now rising even higher than the one previously building in his stomach. Very briefly, he glanced up at her but then looked back down at the floor.

“I—I…” His mouth opened and closed like a fish, his heartbeat thumping in his chest in rhythm with the throbbing of his now unattended length.

Eleanor perched on the coffee table directly in front of him and bit her lip as she trailed her eyes up his body painfully slowly, paying particular attention to the protrusion trying to part through his robe. Their eyes met and Severus felt his hands immediately become sweaty, blinking hard.

“I asked if you were enjoying yourself…” She squinted her eyes, allowing her gaze to fall to the parting in his robe again before back up at his face and speaking before he even had a chance to respond, “I didn't tell you to stop.”

“I’m sorry?” Severus widened his eyes slightly, his voice coming out more high pitched than he had intended.

“You heard me,” She shrugged, licking her lips as her eyes gestured back toward his crotch again, “I didn't tell you to stop.”

“You… You want me to…” He felt his face begin to flush pink again, “While you…” He gestured weakly in front of him, “Right there?”

“Severus…” She sighed impatiently, giving him a stern look, “Did I fucking stutter?”

Severus shook his head.

“Do you really want to cum?” She narrowed her eyes again.

Severus hesitantly nodded, already ashamed of himself.

“Go ahead.” She spoke simply, leaning back on both of her hands behind her on the coffee table and crossing one of her legs over the other.

Severus inhaled deeply and stopped holding his robe closed, now allowing either side of it to part and reveal the angry arousal casting a pulsating shadow over his lower stomach. Eleanor lost her breath as she watched him wrap his hand around his stubborn erection and saw him shudder from the contact. Severus found it hard to distinguish whether he was more embarrassed or turned on from a result of following her instructions.

Once again, and with great ease, his fist began to work its way up and down himself, earning a muffled moan each time. He was so close to spilling just before she had caught him that he was afraid he was about to embarrass himself even further by showing he, as a grown man, actually had no self control at all when it came to how long he could make himself last. With this in mind, he was even more determined to prolong his climax as much as painfully possible.

“Mmm, does that feel good, baby?” Eleanor whispered, licking her lips as her eyes followed the movement of his hand, “To give in to what you caused?”

Severus’ gaze found hers again and he spoke darkly, “To give in to what you caused.”

“Me?” She asked, moving herself closer to him and placing a hand on each of his spread knees.

Severus nodded weakly and couldn't help but allow his eyes to fall shut. Eleanor watched in awe as his fist repeatedly stroked his length at a faster pace each time, his cock visibly pulsing in his grip. His eyes were now screwed shut as he grew closer and closer to the edge, mouth slightly parted and beads of sweat forming upon his face as he lost all self-dignity in order to chase the release he so desperately needed.

“Why didn't you wake me, Severus?” She asked, now off the coffee table completely and leaning over him with their faces close.

“B..Bec…” His voice trailed off when he felt her shift position and crouch in front of him instead, “Because- fuck.” He moaned softly, now feeling her lips against his inner parted thighs.

“Mm, mm, mm,” She made quiet noises as she peppered kisses up and down one thigh to the other.

“M—Must you tease me so?” He whimpered, afraid he would fall victim to the bubbling warmth in his stomach a little earlier than he had anticipated.

He tilted his head against the back of the sofa and let out a shaky breath each time his fist pumped up and down combined with the skilfully timed touches of her lips. His chest began to heave and he suddenly began to feel even more shame upon him at the thought of himself spilling over his own hand right in front of her.

“Me teasing, hm?” She scoffed playfully against his skin, pressing a harder kiss against him before lifting her head again and narrowing her eyes, “You are the one touching yourself over the state I apparently left you in…” She followed his fist with her eyes for a few moments before continuing, “Though, the mind boggles at just how I could leave you in such a state whilst I was sleeping.”

“Do not be a fool, it was obviously your actions before you were sleeping.” Severus spoke in a sudden unamused tone.

“Severus,” Eleanor’s voice lowered, “If you would like to keep that pathetically desperate cock of yours, I would suggest you don't ever speak to me like that again.”

Severus’ jaw locked, his hand now trembling as he stroked himself slowly and shuddered out a moan.

“Or is this what you planned all along, hm?” She arched a brow, “For me to wind up here; on my knees, between your legs, mouth open, tongue flat out, and me saying, ‘aim and fire, Professor.’. Did you have it all planned out?” She asked, her tongue already out and flattened as she parted her lips, making direct eye contact with him.

“E—Eleanor, please…” Severus whimpered, feeling the heat climbing his body at a rapid rate.

“Please… what?” She smirked, standing up and pushing his hand away from his cock as she did so, “Tell me why you didn't wake me, Severus.”

“I-I didn't want to-”

“Oh, you didn't?” She butted in, setting her hands on his shoulders.

“I-I wanted you,” He swallowed hard, “I just didn't want to wake you…”

“Such a gentleman…” She spoke in a sarcastically flattered tone, brushing her lips against his as she straddled his lap, “Why didn't you want to wake me, Severus?”

“No comment…” Severus mumbled, barely even to even kiss her due to how much he was trembling.

“Were you embarrassed of getting aroused so easily and thought coming in here to get yourself off would be the easier option?” She whispered against his lips this time.

Severus was too nervous to admit that, that was the truth, and kissed her properly this time as an attempt of trying to avoid it.

“Tell me the truth and I'll give you exactly what you want.” She tried not to grin so widely against his lips, now grinding against his upright, hardened length.

“Fuck…” He shuddered from her sudden direct contact, shakily raising his hands to place them on her hips, “I- I found myself in a certain aroused state after we bid goodnight, and…” He blinked hard and paused for a moment as she applied more pressure to him now, “I took it upon myself to come and…”

“Touch yourself?” She arched a brow, finishing his confession for him.

“T-Touch myself, yes…” He mumbled, trying to calm his breathing.

“And you didn't wake me or feel like telling me because…” She pulled back slightly and raised her nightgown over her head; her now naked body sending his head spinning even more.

“B-Bec…” He blinked hard to try and force himself to concentrate, “Because I was ashamed of allowing myself to feel that way.”

“There is nothing to be ashamed of, Severus,” She whispered, now sitting over his length completely and whimpering against his lips as she felt him fill her entirely, her hands cupping his face, “In fact, to have that effect on you, it is rather fucking hot.”

“O-Oh, El…” He gasped, his body jolting forward as the air got caught in his throat, “Ellie, baby…”

“Shh, shh,” She continued to hold his face in her hands, starting to bounce over his cock and pressing a kiss to his lips each time he filled her, “Mmmh, my poor untouched Potions’ Master…”

For some reason, those words alone were making his cock throb. Putting him down but also at the same time asserting her dominance over him drove him wild in a way he could not have ever foreseen. Their lips crashed together clumsily as Eleanor treated his cock as if it were a po-go-stick and exchanged moans into one another’s mouthes.

“Th-That’s it, ugh!” Severus grunted loudly as his climax threatened to climb his body again, his trembling hips lifting to meet hers.

“D-Don’t cum, Sev…” She whispered lowly, now gripping onto his shoulders as she moved over him with her mouth hanging wide open, “N-Not yet…”

“Not… yet!?” Severus whined, the pain and frustration from his built up orgasm audible in his tone.

“No…” She dipped her head, kissing the side of his neck briefly before speaking seductively into his ear, “Take me to bed, Severus.”

Severus’ breath was taken from him from the way she spoke to him. Her hips stilled over him completely, remaining sat over him, and she gazed down into his eyes, moving her hands back to his cheeks as she kissed him again, “Take me to bed, Severus,” She repeated, “I want to go to bed.”

In one swift, sudden motion, Severus scooped her up in his arms and stood up from the sofa — all impressively without breaking the kiss. Eleanor threw her arms around his neck and hooked her legs around his waist. For a moment, as he carried her through the living room, she thought about telling him to have his way with her against one of the stone walls, but she then reminded herself that she wanted to have her way with him, and was fairly certain that was what he desired, too.

He placed her on the bed and leaned down to continue the desperate kisses, frantically shaking his night gown off himself before clambering over her as she laid back on the bed and attaching his lips to the side of her neck. Eleanor tilted her neck to one side to allow him more access and moaned softly from the urgent nature of his kisses while her hands slid down to the waistband of his boxers, pushing them off.

Once his boxers were on the floor, one of her hands found his face and tilted it more toward her lips instead of her neck, speaking against them breathlessly, “Get on your back, Professor.”

Without a word, and even though his entire body was shaking with arousal, Severus complied with her instruction and rolled to the side of her. He watched closely as she climbed on top of him, lowering her hips purposefully slowly onto his angrily pulsing cock that was now situated pointing upward against his stomach. His eyebrows narrowed as she began to grind back and forth over him, his lips parting with a soft whine from the taunting friction she caused.

“E—Eleanor…” He was barely audible, his eyes falling shut as she leaned forward to kiss either corner of his lips.

“Hmm?” She hummed softly, pressing down on him a little harder and moaning against his lips, “Severus, how can your cock feel this good without it being inside me?” She whispered, feeling herself sliding back and forth against his cock with ease and speaking between kisses, “The mind boggles at how good it will feel once it’s inside me.” She breathed out the last part of the sentence.

Severus could barely even move, let alone speak; each of her comments pushing him closer and closer to the possibility of releasing his pent up arousal all over himself. He made a pathetic attempt at trying to lift his lips to stress his need but just resulted in letting out a small grunt instead.

“P—Please… fuuuck,” He wheezed, his jaw locking as the pit of his stomach gave an almighty jolt of want, “Fuck me… I need it… need it…”

“Sorry, Severus,” She stopped all together, much to Severus’ frustration, and sat up, “Was that… begging?”

Severus opened his heavy eyes and admitted embarrassingly quickly, nodding from her question.

“What do you want from me, Professor?” She squinted her eyes teasingly, drawing patterns on his chest with her nails.

“I… I need… want… to…”

“What, hm?”

“I want to cum, I need to cum…” He swallowed hard, feeling his cheeks flushing deep red with shame from his confession, “P-Please make me cum, Eleanor…”

“Since you begged so nicely,” She smirked, feeling herself growing warm from his visible and verbal desperation.

Severus’ lips parted, but they only got further and further apart as he watched her position his erection directly between her legs and sit over him properly with complete ease. His eyes instantly squeezed shut and head pressed back into the mattress from the sudden tight warmth around him, moaning softly. He managed to gain the strength to lift his arms and place them against her hips, following her movement up and down again as she leaned down to place a hand at either side of his head to support the quick pace of her bouncing hips over him.

Their lips smacked together and tongues tangled, their bodies writhing and slotting into one another like pieces of a jigsaw. Severus’ hands moved from her hips to her hair; entangling his fingers within it as the desperate kisses continued. Eleanor let out a series of moans that grew higher and higher in pitch each time, grinding her hips over him in rougher motions.

“You're going to… t-to… fuck.” Severus hissed, sucking air through his clenched teeth and squeezing his eyes shut as he felt a familiar warmth in the pit of his stomach.

Eleanor understood him completely and pressed a final hard kiss to his lips before sitting up straight against so she could bounce over him more freely, whimpering with each movement, “Sev, Sev, Sev…”

“I—I’m cu-!” His words were choked out of him from the intensity of the bliss surging through him, “I’m…. agh, shit, fuck, fuuuck!” Several profanities left his lips as the pent up release left his body, sending jets of his sticky climax inside her with each almighty throb of his cock.

“Mmmh, Professor!” Eleanor cried In pleasure, feeling herself reaching her orgasm with the help of Severus’ lifted hips as his back arched from the bolts of electricity shooting through him.

Their echoes of release bounced off his stone chamber bedroom walls, each one so loud they ricochet so violently it was as if they hit the walls and then came back to strike them. They rode out their continuous waves of pleasure, both of them shouting out as the feeling trembled throughout their bodies, even when movements began to slow.

“Oh, oh, yes…” Severus panted, though his moans became more wincing as his length grew ever-so sensitive after the powerful climax he had just encountered.

The pleasure filled noises slowly turned more into heavy breathing as her bouncing hips became more of a steady grind until they eventually came to a stop. Severus remained completely at her mercy; arms by his sides, chest heaving up and down, clammy hair against his forehead and beads of sweat upon his skin — completely overcome by and on the comedown of the previous ecstasy that had been pumping through him.

“Sev, baby…” Eleanor exhaled, laying herself over him and turning her head to rest her cheek upon his hot, sticky chest. She didn't care if he was an exhausted, sweaty mess right now, she wasn't ready to break the skin on skin contact just yet, and when she felt his arms lift and wrap themselves around her, her eyes felt shut with a soft sigh in the knowing that he felt the same.

“You’ve broken this aging man tonight,” Severus chuckled lightly as his breathing gradually returned to normal, “I’m sorry if you expected a man of my age to have a little more long lasting self control, if you get my meaning.”

“Stop it,” She rolled her eyes playfully, lifting her head slightly to kiss his chin, “Tonight has been a dream. From watching you to giving you what you want, its been incredible.”

“I hope it hasn't been a dream,” Severus raised his eyebrows, teasing, “Or I'm afraid I would be waking up in a rather sticky mess.”

“Filthy.” Eleanor scoffed, playfully pinching his side as she rolled off him.

“What was that for?!” Severus gasped dramatically, placing his hand over the skin she had pinched.

“Just proving to you that you're not dreaming.” She giggled.

“Oh, you little…” He spoke darkly as he lifted himself up and leaned over her, pressing several kisses to her lips and then about her face.

Eleanor grinned against his lips, lifting her hands up to tangle in his hair and continuing to giggle as he peppered her face with his kisses. She felt his wide smile against her skin and kissed him back each time he reached her lips, each of them exhaling flirtatious, infectious laughter through their noses as they continued to fool around until they were under the sheets.

“To make you smile is a wonderful thing, Severus,” Eleanor whispered softly, hooking an arm around him as she lay by his side.

“You make me do far more than just smile.” Severus replied, wrapping his arms around her.

“Mm, it’s a pleasure… Having the man who usually craves to be in his own company to desire mine,” She smirked to herself, gently kissing his shoulder, “Because, for you to beg for me, Severus, that is a whole different thing entirely.”

“What is this power you hold over me?” Severus asked into the darkness.

“Do you remain under it at your own will?” Eleanor bit her lip.

“Unashamedly.” Severus confessed.

“Then, I suggest we get what little amount of sleep we have left now and ask no further questions.” She responded simply, leaning up to press an innocent kiss to his cheek as they both closed their eyes.

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eyeliner - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 440 - NSFW but not explicit (stripper!Regulus, anyone?)

James wasn't sure how he'd ended up here. Somehow, Marlene's entire bachelorette party had migrated to the strip club, where scantily-clad dancers moved suggestively, and Peter had already taken three shots of tequila.

James stared around, eyes a bit glazed from the alcohol, not looking for anything in particular, contemplating challenging Pete to take another shot when he saw him-

An angel.

He moved across the room like he was floating, dark hair falling in loose waves over his kohl-covered eyes, matching black satin lingerie covering perfectly slim milky-white skin scrawled with tattoos.

James reached out to slap his hand against whoever was sitting next to him, hardly daring to look away.

"Ow! James, what?" Dorcas's voice yelped.

"Something to write with. Quick," James muttered, voice rough, eyes still glued.

"Erm...I only have-"

"Whatever you have," James nodded, still craning his neck to stare.

Not bothering to look at the pencil in his hand, he began to move as soon as he closed it in his fingers, chasing the man he set his sights on.

And with absolutely no finesse, he tapped him on the shoulder, nearly choking on his own spit when he realized that he had the most beautiful grey eyes on the planet.

After an awkward moment of silence, during which the piercing eyes looked him up and down, the man asked in a low, bored voice, "Want to dance? It'll cost you."

"No-no. Just a date," James forced out, still begging his brain to catch up.

The man scoffed. "What kind of person do you think I-"

Realizing how it sounded, James corrected himself. "A real date. Dinner. A movie. You- you're lovely."

Thin fingers pushed a strand of black hair away from eyes that stared at him suspiciously. "Yeah?"

"Yes. Please," James nodded. "Can I have your number?" He held up the pencil as he asked.

But the man smirked. "Eyeliner?"

Doing a double-take, he looked at the pencil only to realize it was eyeliner. "Fuck. Sorry, I-"

"No problem," the man replied softly, snatching the pencil from him and holding his hand firmly.

How was it so sensual? Suddenly, the man was carefully, slowly writing on his arm with the dark pencil, the sensation of it drawing goosebumps and fire from James's skin. He almost drooled, watching the way the man bit his lip in concentration as he drew letters and numbers across his skin.

"Call me," the man whispered after a moment, handing the pencil back. He turned before James could say a word, giving him a wonderful view of the g-string he wore.

"Fuck," James murmured, looking down at his skin.

Edit: Marlene and Dorcas are having a joint Bachelorette party, guys. Sorry for the confusion!