#agent daybreak

[karizard-ao3]

Do you have a plot in mind for the sxf?

I do have a bare bones idea! I don't think it's fair the Twilight has Fiona throwing herself at him and all these women calling him hot and Yor doesn't have anyone besides her brother paying attention to her. Also, I want to see Twilight getting jealous and confused that he is jealous and trying to convince himself it's just for the mission. I also think Agent Daybreak is funny.

THEREFORE! I want to write a fic where Daybreak meets Yor and falls in love with her. Since she is married, he uses all of his spy tricks to get close to her. Yor is completely oblivious to all of it, but Twilight is not and he is deeply unhappy. He comes up with a bunch of plans to try to deter Daybreak (possibly including trying to set him up with Fiona). Then, in the end, he will have to at least semi-admit to himself he has a crush on his wife.

That is about the extent of what I have planned. I will need to sit down at some point and figure out some definite plot points, but that is what I am hoping to do for spy x family! Maybe I will actually do some work on it when I finish my zombie apocalypse short story, actually. I'm trying to have something original going and something fan-related, but I don't really know what I want to write after this story so maybe I'll double up on the fan stuff for a bit? I probably shouldn't, though... Ah, well, we'll see.

[episodeoftv]

Prelims, Vote 1 of 8

The top 4 finales will move on to be included in the main bracket

Propaganda is under the cut, may include spoilers

Agent Carter - 2.10 Hollywood Ending

Just as Peggysous became canon, just as Jack is about to start his redemption arc, they cancelled the show and left all of us on a massive cliffhanger for, let's see, almost 8 years at this point. We need ANSWERS.

Daybreak - 1.10 FWASH-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

It was written as a cliffhanger for a second season that would never come, but it just felt flat. The one objective that our leading lad (Josh) had been chasing (saving Sam) was rendered pointless, because the moment the big bad was defeated she effectively declared herself the new big bad and everyone who wasn't a major character went 'hmmm, okay!' And accepted it! They didn't even address this all that well, just ended with a shot of the MCs looking shocked.

Doctor Who - 12.10 The Timeless Children

this finale is shit!! absolute ass! nothing happens in it for it to justify having such a cool name. the master captures the doctor, shows her a slideshow that amounts to ‘‘you’re adopted!! :)" doctor breaks out of her matrix prison thing by overloading it with memories when the matrix is The Supercomputer and it’s used to hold all memories of all time lords ever? you know, the species whove been doing their thing for a billion years and live up to 10,000 years? the doctors new memories should either already be there or make nary a dent in it. the doctor’s like ‘‘why would they do that! why would they lie?’’ girl they have been lying to you since forever. they killed you once. theyve tried to kill you so many times. they turned you into a fucked up anti time monster that one time. one of the doctors past past selves even told her it doesnt really matter!! what was even the point

Loki - 1.06 For All Time. Always.

The series was going downhill past Episode 3 tbh, but it really just was a load of crap only interested in setting up the multiverse

Tales of Arcadia - Trollhunters: Rise of the Titans

This finale undoes everything the show worked for. In order to give itself stakes it kills off a few characters, but in a way that only indirectly impacts the MCs (such as Jim's Mom's fiancé getting killed). Then, at the end of the special, the main character uses time travel to go back to the start of S1E01 and changed history so he never becomes the trollhunter. Instead he makes his next friend the trollhunter instead. In terms of anticipation it was not at all what anyone was anticipating. (I had assumed he'd go to the start of the special and defeat the titans without any casualties). Having undone time only he remembers the previous timestream and he makes no effort to engage with it outside of accepting his changeling principal far sooner.

Ted Lasso - 3.12 So Long, Farewell

This trash ass finale undid three seasons of character development for every single person involved (except Nate!). A long-distance parent returned "home" despite having no attachments besides his child and leaving behind his entire found family, an abused and neglected woman was left behind by the person who taught her she didn't deserve abuse and neglect, and two characters who spent the whole show learning to cooperate and care for each other got into a fistfight over the girl they both dated.

Torchwood - 3.05 Day Five

No propaganda submitted

[nonokoko-is-daydreaming]

Spy x family masterlist

Old links redirect you to my main blog. This is because they were written before I created this one.

☁︎ = Headcanons

✰ = One shot

❥ = x reader

✉ = Letter

The Forgers

✰ Forgers' Christmas Preparations

☁︎❥ Forgers x Robot child!reader 🤖

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Loid Forger | Agent Twilight

TBA

Yor Briar | Thorn Princess

☁︎ Yor doing her nails

Anya Forger

✰ A for Anya | Pt. 2

☁︎❥ Anya with a psychic!babysitter

Yuri Briar

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Sylvia Sherwood | The Handler

Fiona Frost | Agent Nightfall

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Franky Franklin

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Daybreak

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Camilla

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

Dominic

☁︎ Some characters as parents (ft. Yuriona, Twiyor, Dominic x Camilla)

AUs

Spy x families

☁︎ Initial concept

☁︎ Second concept | The daughters | Their powers (DISCARDED)

SWAP AU

☁︎ General hcs | ☁︎ Yor or Yuri

[destinationtrekk]

daybreak

Even a hardened Captain needs a break sometimes.

1.1k, S.T.A.R.S reader, set pre-RE1, cursing, that thing where guys put their head against your stomach for comfort <3

a/n: all my fics are cross posted to my ao3

-> masterlist

-> daybreak on ao3

7:06 a.m. 

Come to my office when you clock in. We need to talk. 

You heaved a sigh and let your phone in your hand fall to your side. Fuck. Your head dropped back and you let your eyes slip shut. Of all the things that could make your day any worse, this was it. You had woken up late, missing your alarm because your phone was dead, and then barely got dressed in time to stop for coffee. The barista recognized you, and told you they were out of your order with a sympathetic smile before you could even ask. You had settled for a flavorless black coffee, hoping the bitterness would kick start your morning - only to spill it on your floorboard as you nearly rear-ended someone else's cruiser in the parking lot. After finally making it to your desk, less than ten minutes late, thank you, your exclusive-not-boyfriend Captain texted you, absolutely solidifying your awful morning. 

You slumped in your chair, looking back to your desktop as it started up. You could easily tell him you just hadn’t seen his message, too wrapped up in rushing to work and catching up with the endless reports stacked on your desk, but he wouldn’t buy it. Wesker kept meticulous records of nearly everything at the station, including how many reports he expected from each agent. While you had plenty of paperwork to catch up on, you knew as well as him that nothing was so pressing you could justify ignoring him. 

It’s not that you didn’t want to see him - quite the opposite, really. In the month or so since you had started this… thing with him, you found yourself craving his touch more and more each day. You hadn’t really had sex yet, per se, but each late night at the station you spent alone with him got closer and closer to thoroughly tarnishing any sense of professionalism you had left, not that much was left anyway. You risked a glance to his office, the door cracked open, and your mind flooded with images of him. His sly smirk, his rumbling voice, his warm breath brushing the skin of your neck. You looked down and re-read his message, clenching your jaw and sighing again. Despite the butterflies in your stomach, excited for his attention even now, you knew this talk couldn’t be good. 

You waited a few more minutes, mindlessly shuffling papers around to look busy, until you finally summoned the courage to speak to him. You didn’t bother knocking, just slipping through his office door to stand stiffly in front of his desk. He was slouched in his chair, eyes lazily focused on his computer monitors with his sunglasses in his hand, one arm of them balanced on his lip. He rarely took them off, and you were relieved to see his expression openly. He didn’t look annoyed or pissed off, but that didn’t mean he was happy with you. 

“Took you long enough,” he murmured, finally acknowledging your awkward stance in front of him. He looked up at you, his sharp blue eyes roaming your figure before he motioned vaguely to the door. “Lock it, and close the blinds.” 

You couldn’t help the twitch of your lips as you followed his orders, coming back to stand in front of his desk when you finished. He seemed to slump further into his chair as he heard the lock click into place, tossing his glasses on his desk to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Come here.” 

Your brow furrowed when you approached him, leaning one hip on his desk and looking down at him. His shoulders were tense, and you risked placing a hand on his arm, squeezing gently. “You okay?” 

He took a moment to answer, but finally sat back and looked up at you. His expression was blank as always, but you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. “Long night.” 

You tilted your head and smiled in sympathy. “Thought you were bringing me in here to yell at me for something.” You consider him carefully for a moment. “Do you want to… talk?” 

He chuckled lightly, and reached up to grip your waist, his warm palm spreading wide against your thin uniform shirt. “No,” his voice was a mere rumble in the silent office. “I just…” 

He seemed to struggle, his body still tense. Even alone with you, he was rarely what you could call sweet . Gentle, yes, amused and kind, sometimes, if he was having a good day. But never hesitant, or lost for words like he was now. 

“I know.” You whispered, a hand coming up to pet his hair. You were careful to not ruffle the perfectly gelled style, and your heart clenched when he actually leaned into your touch. He pushed his chair back a bit, pulling you to stand between his spread legs. He gripped your waist with both hands now, broad palms encasing your body and sliding down, down, down until they rested on the backs of your thighs. Your hands were on his shoulder and cupping the back of his head, and without warning he leaned into your body, his forehead pressed into your stomach and arms wrapping loosely around your thighs. 

You froze for a moment, not expecting this physical display of vulnerability from him. You shook yourself out of it though, quickly sliding a hand down his back and letting your fingers bury in his hair, keeping him pressed against you. You rubbed random circles on his back, slipping your fingers beneath his shoulder holster to scratch lightly with your nails. You knew as well as anyone that the tight leather could be irritating after a long day. 

He groaned softly, the sound barely more than a hot puff of air against your stomach. One of his arms came sliding back up your thigh, brushing over your backside to spread his hand on your lower back. He gently pulled you closer, until his face was buried against you so tight you weren’t sure he could breathe. 

You huffed a laugh, and scratched your nails along his scalp. You spent a long moment with him like that, his breath warm against your stomach while you mindlessly rubbed his back and hair. Eventually, all too soon, he pulled back, pressing one lingering kiss to your hip before sitting back in his chair. His face was flush as he avoided your gaze, clearing his throat as you stepped away. You softly flattened his hair back to it’s previous perfect style and gave him a gentle smile. 

He looked up at you, eyes soft and brow furrowed. His voice was a rumble when he thanked you, hoarse like he could barely muster the air to speak. When you turned back to face him before you left, his expression was already hardened over again, sunglasses halfway to his face. His lips twitched in a smile one last time, and then he was back to work. 

You may not get to keep him, but at least you had this.

[12bucksundpommes]

There's a problem

Bucky x yn

Summary: y/n and bucky get captured by hydra and bucky is forced to watch them use the trigger words on y/n.

A/n: part 2 is now available, but idk how to put the link for it on this one, so you guys can access it easier.

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Bucky sat on the cold, hard floor of his cell, staring helplessly through the transparent barrier that separated him from y/n. The sterile, clinical environment of the Hydra facility made everything feel more oppressive. He tugged futilely at his restraints, frustration and fear gnawing at him. y/n was in the cell opposite his, her eyes wide with terror as she tried to process their dire situation.

"Stay strong, y/n" he whispered, knowing she couldn't hear him but hoping his presence might offer some comfort.

The door to y/n's cell slid open, and two Hydra agents walked in, dragging her to the center. Bucky's heart pounded in his chest as he watched them prepare to use the trigger words.

"No," he muttered, his voice shaking. "Not again. Please, not her."

One of the agents stepped forward and began to recite the words with cruel precision: "Longing. Rusted. Furnace. Daybreak. Seventeen. Benign. Nine. Homecoming. One. Freight car."

With each word, y/n's face twisted in agony, her body convulsing as she fought against the control. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she clenched her fists, trying to resist the programming. Bucky felt his own tears welling up, his soul shattering as he watched the love of his life endure the same torment he had known all too well.

"y/n, fight it!" he screamed, his voice raw with desperation. "Don't let them do this to you!"

But when the final word was spoken, y/n's expression went blank, her eyes devoid of emotion. The agents stepped back, satisfied with their work, and released her from the cell. She stood there, motionless, waiting for orders.

At that moment, the facility's alarms blared, signaling the arrival of the Avengers. Steve, Natasha, and Tony burst into the room, ready to rescue their friends. They paused, shocked to see y/n standing free, her face an empty mask.

"y/n?" Steve called out, lowering his shield slightly. "What are you doing?"

y/n didn't respond. Instead, she launched into an attack, her movements swift and precise. The Avengers were taken aback, trying to defend themselves without hurting her.

Tony turned to see Bucky in his cell, a look of anguish on his face. "What's going on?" he shouted over the chaos.

"They've got her under control," Bucky choked out, his voice breaking. "She's been triggered, just like they did to me."

Realizing the gravity of the situation, the Avengers shifted their approach. "We need to get Bucky out of there," Steve commanded. "Tony, get the door open."

Tony quickly hacked the cell controls, and the door to Bucky's cell slid open. Bucky rushed out, his focus solely on y/n. "We can't break the control," he said, his voice filled with sorrow. "We have to knock her out."

Steve nodded grimly. "Natasha, you handle it."

Natasha moved with precision, using her skills to subdue y/n without causing serious harm. With a swift, calculated move, she knocked y/n unconscious. Bucky caught her before she hit the ground, cradling her gently in his arms.

"It's okay, y/n" he whispered. "I've got you. We're getting you out of here."

They secured y/n in chains, ensuring she wouldn't hurt anyone if she woke up before they could help her. The team moved swiftly, making their escape from the facility. Bucky never let go of y/n, his resolve stronger than ever.

Back at the compound, they placed y/n in a secure room, surrounded by the best medical and psychological support the Avengers could offer. Bucky sat by her side, holding her hand, refusing to leave her alone.

"We'll find a way to break this," he vowed, looking at his teammates with determination. "We saved me. We can save her too."

Steve put a reassuring hand on Bucky's shoulder. "We'll do whatever it takes, Buck. We're in this together."

As the team set to work, Bucky stayed by y/n's side, whispering words of love and encouragement, determined to help her reclaim her freedom from Hydra's grasp.

[artbyblastweave]

Happy New Year! Looking for comic recommendations, which are your favorites? Genre doesn't matter very much, I was raised on the original run of Amazing Spider-Man

Happy new year! Some fun ones from the last couple years-

Rock Candy Mountain by Kyle Starks and Chris Schweizer- Fantasy-americana post-WW2 madcap about an unbeatable hobo on a quest to find the titular Big Rock Candy Mountain, and the washed-up screenwriter he drags along for the ride. Two volumes.

We Only Find Them When They're Dead by Al Ewing and Simone Di Meo- space opera about mining crews who work harvesting tissues from dead galactus-like entities. Unlike most of these it was an ongoing I haven't caught up with and thus the only one I can't vouch to have stuck the landing. Great imagery though. Galactus Whalefall

Dead Body Road by Justin Jordan and Matteo Scalera- Elmore Leonard/Donald Westlake inspired crime-revenge-rampage/maguffin hunt thing. Actually anything Justin Jordan writes but I took some effort to prevent this entire list becoming Kyle Starks and Justin Jordan books 20th Century Men by Deniz Camp and Stipan Moran- Alternate history where the USA and USSR deploy nationalized superhumans to Afghanistan during the 1980s.

Daybreak by Brian Ralph. Zombie apocalypse story with the gimmick of being told entirely from a first-person perspective.

Frontiersman by Patrick Kindlon and Marco Ferrari- a 60-something Green-Arrow analogous superhero who's gone bush is coaxed out of hiding by environmentalists to do a tree sit protest, only for all hell to break loose as all the superhuman contacts he left hanging track him down to settle their accounts. He Will Not Leave The Tree. This was supposed to be an ongoing but I think it only managed one volume.

Hard Boiled by Frank Miller and Geoff Darrow- Gonzo retrofuturistic self-parody of Miller's usual fare, about a hard-as-nails guntoting unstoppable IRS agent whose choppy Noir narration reads like a stroke-in-progress. Rife with Miller's typical derangements about women, and carried in many respects by the visual buffet of Darrow's interiors, it nonetheless convinced me that All-Star Batman and Robin might have been written that way as a deliberate gag instead of out of a complete lack of self-awareness.

Ultimate Spider-Man by Bendis and Bagley- the progenitor of the original Ultimate Marvel Line, and also the progenitor of the Bendisian house style that would eventually eat the rest of Marvel's output for the 2000s and 2010s due to how popular it was. I got about 110 issues in until I got wrenched away from it by life developments a couple months back, but throughout that run it cemented itself as basically the cohesive take on Spider-Man for me.

[cherryqueen88]

~Bucky Barnes Master List~

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~HEADCANONS~

✨Bucky Barnes SFW Headcanons  @ohbuckysmetalarm

~ONE SHOTS~

✨Feel Again doctor!Bucky x Reader @wkemeup

Silent Girl + The Winter Soldier Bucky x Reader @kinanabinks

You're My Heaven Bucky x Reader @angrythingstarlight

Midnight Promises Bucky x Reader @fineprintedsunsets

✨here (doesn't have a title) Bucky x Shy!Reader @buckyalpine

✨Stealing Hearts Mob!Bucky x Thief!Reader @sinner-as-saint

Abandoned Bucky x Reader  @queen-of-the-avengers

✨here (doesn't have a title) Bucky x Reader @buckyalpine

✨Safe and Sound Bucky x Librarian!Reader @sinner-as-saint

✨On his knees Hades!Bucky x Mortal!Reader @sweetsweetnuit

here (doesn't have a title) CEO!Bucky x Secretary!Reader @buckyalpine

here (doesn't have a title) Bucky x Reader @buckyalpine

Safe Haven Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

Rescue Me Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

Santa and Sunshine Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

here (doesn't have a title) Biker!Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

The Unseen Hades!Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

Capital Letter Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

Bad Guy Mafia!Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

✨I can save you this time Bucky x Reader @pellucid-constellations

✨I Meant You Bucky x Reader @magicalqueennightmare

✨Faking it Bucky x Reader @pellucid-constellations

✨Step Foot Bucky Barnes x Reader @basicallybarnes

✨Battle Scars Bucky x Reader @time-for-a-lullaby

✨Happy Little Acidents Bucky x Female!Art Teacher!Reader @espinosaurusrexex

✨Firewood Lumberjack!Bucky x reader @mrsbarnesblog

✨Morning Delight Bucky x Reader @mrsbuckybarnes1917

~SERIES~

✨No Day but Today Bucky Barnes x artist!female reader @buckysfaveplum

✨Sun Rise Veteran!Bucky x Librarian!Reader @wkemeup

✨Fight for me Beefy!Bucky x Reader @littleseasiren

✨Trying Bucky Barnes x Reader @moonlight-prose

✨Blink Twice Bucky Barnes x Reader @simmerandwrite

✨Missing Piece Bucky x Reader @likeahorribledream

✨Safe with me Bucky x Reader @bitsandbobsandstuff

✨Undisclosed beefy!Bucky x Reader @pellucid-constellations

✨Pretty Women, this is me trying Bucky x Female Sexworker!Reader @captainsimagines

You're my sunshine Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader (Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au) @theeleggymeggy

✨Our home to heal Bucky x Reader @subwaysurf45

✨Heart Lines Bucky x Reader @buckyskorpion

✨Broken TFWS!Bucky x Reader @soulgazingwithbucky

Drifting CW!Bucky x Reader @real-jane

Something Domestic ex military amputee!Bucky x Reader @fandoms-writings

✨Under Pastel Skies Bucky x Reader AU (also on AO3) @redgillan

Yours to Wield Mob!Bucky x Reader @sinner-as-saint

✨A Little Rusty Mechanic!Bucky x Reader @subwaysurf45

✨Double Agent Bucky x Reader @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Pride and Privacy Bucky x Reader @adrinktostopyourthirst

✨ Guys My Age AU Divorced!DILF!Neighbor!Bucky x Reader @valleyfae

~Bucky Barnes Wattpad~

✨Red-Bucky Barnes x OC author: leatherstuddedx

✨Safe with me author: bitsandbobsandstuff (this is also available to read on Tumblr-- can be found in my Tumblr Bucky Barnes list)

✨Rose author: cassidyhudspeth (couldn't link the story so I linked the authors account) 

✨Recollection author: primuskat

✨Daybreak author: Big_turd_blossom

✨Haven author: mxrvelous- (couldn't link the story so I linked the authors account) 

✨Hard to love author: Hoe4BuckyBarnes

✨HAPPY author: lilyroselilac24

✨missing pieces author: -BUCKYBXRNES

✨The ghost we hide author: galestxrm 

~Bucky Barnes AO3~

✨The Hurt and The Healing by The_Grey_Lady_Weeps

✨What he did to me by opheliaapril

✨Moving forward by MadHatter2019

✨The Safety Deposit Box by tinytofuturle

✨The White Wolf by HumanDisorder

✨The Strong, Silent Type by Loloorenn

✨Coming in hot by adarasink

✨Good Heart (Faulty Machine of a Man) by lightninginmyeyes

[ivymarquis]

WIP Wednesday

Hello my loves I swear I am writing but at the moment it is like herding chickens- I have like 3 things Im writing rn.

So have a lil snippet of this Simon x Reader fic Im working on! Im still rewriting it because I decided to try and make it be a GN piece so we’ll see how that goes??

“Okay,” your voice is like music to his ears and Simon immediately stops what he’s doing, “I have one for you this time.”

Simon pesters you with his worst “dad jokes” often, so he supposes turnabout is fair play here.

“Let’s hear it then.”

“What’s the last thing to go through a bug’s mind when it hits the windshield of a car?” You pause for effect, not really waiting for Simon to make any sort of acknowledgement before continuing. “Its butt.”

Simon snorts- more of a huff, really- the sound short and low. “Got to hand it to you, pet- never heard that one before.”

You let out a pleased hum, obviously proud of yourself for eliciting the response from him. Contrary to his reputation, Simon can appreciate a bit or a joke as much as the next person.

He’s never met you in person (despite a handful of attempts on his end- trying to find you on base has been much like trying to wrangle down a feral cat), but that voice follows him everywhere. Keeps him cozy at night when he’s squirreled himself away until daybreak.

He’s not proud of the number of times your voice has been in the one in his head while his hand is stuffed down his trousers stroking himself- how many times he’s cum to the idea of you laying on her back, thighs spread wide to make room for him as he makes you see God.

Since he’s never seen you, the physical aspect of the person in his fantasy always changes- the color of your skin, the texture of your hair. Whether you have a light eyed, piercing gaze or seductive dark doe eyes. If you’re a short, plump thing with plenty to grab hold of or long and lean and easy to fold- the combinations are endless, each one as appealing as the last. The only constant is the way Simon is at half mast just thinking about that divine voice whining in his ear as he ruts away at you.

It’s easy to get pulled into the lull that it’s just you with him- that there isn’t an entire room full of agents behind you.

Of course it’s just as Simon’s mind starts to wander again that he gets his cue to go.

The mission is simple in the way that all missions are.

Step 1: Get in

Step 2: Don’t die

Step 3: Get out

Step 4: (Optional) go home and work out the stress of the mission by rubbing one (or several) out to the thought of you staring at him moon eyed and begging for his mouth between your legs.

Unfortunately for Simon, things get hairy somewhere around Step 2.

No pressure tags and Il flying off the seat of my pants at the end of my break so Im sorry if we’re moots and I didn’t tag you ;.;

@gaqalesqua @glossysoap @direwombat @g0dspeeed @thanksbutno98 @the-californicationist @391780 @ceilidho @pricegouge @yeyinde @captainfern @kneelingshadowsalome

[warriorofthought]

Winter

Summary: Even when Bucky is forced back into the Winter Soldier, he protects you, because the Winter Soldier loves you too, not just Bucky.

Word count: 2602

Warning: Mention of injuries and attacks

Winter Soldier x Scientist Reader 

You and Bucky have been together for a few years now. Bucky adores you and after his nightmares he is always searching for your closeness, because your warmth and your smell calm him down and with you he feels safe. You don't belong to the Avengers, but to Shield and you work there as a scientist. As a result, you have very little to do with the missions that Bucky and the Avengers handle on a daily basis. But Bucky loves to come back to you in the normal life.

As you are exploring your newest project, Bucky walks into your lab.

"Y/n, the others said they need your help with something and they want me to get you." 

You nod, quickly pack away the important stuff from your project, and walk along with Bucky to join the others. 

When you get there, Tony explains to you what they need you for and together you start planning. Bucky gives you a quick kiss on the forehead as he and Steve leave the room and then leaves the room satisfied.

In the evening Bucky, Steve, Sam and Clint join you and the rest of the team, they bring with them the food they have ordered. 

You all sit down at a large free table and eat together. Bucky sits next to you and talks to Sam. His hand searches for yours from time to time and his thumb gently rubs your hand. 

You catch Steve, Tony asking how far we've come with plans to stop Hydra's newest technology. Tony tells him that we've made great progress and will be finished by tomorrow morning at the latest, since we need to test it again to see if it works. After all, we got a little copy from the last mission from Natasha and Clint, which is a big help.

If we pull an all-nighter, we'll definitely make it.

Just as we were about to throw out the trash from dinner, Hydra agents suddenly burst into the room with their loaded machine guns and we all have to quickly bend down to protect ourselves from the bullets they are shooting at us. 

All the Avengers manage to grab their weapons that are lying in the room and you hide behind a pillar to avoid being hit by bullets.

By now the shower of bullets has stopped and you watch from your hiding spot how Natasha takes out three Hydra agents at the same time and you are amazed as always how easy she makes it look.

Then you see a Hydra agent coming out of the eye wrap and you try to get away from him but just as he tries to grab you, Bucky comes from the side and throws him against a wall and the agent lies on the ground in a state of dizziness. 

Then Bucky comes up worried.

"Are you ok" "yes" 

"Good let's get you out of here" with these words Bucky grabs your hand with his human hand and leads you safely out of the room to a corridor. 

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Just when you think you've made it safely out of Shield, a higher ranking Hydra agent shows up. He stops in front of both of you with his bazooka raised.

"Hello Soldier, it's been a long time since you've come back home."

Bucky wants to lead you to the door at the side without the agent noticing, but he fails.

"Well well well, I wouldn't do that or I'll shoot the scientist, we don't want that, do we?" 

Immediately Bucky stills in his movement and pulls you closer to his back by your hand.

Then you see the agent pull a piece of paper out of his pocket and he starts to read.

"Longing. Rusted." With a dark Russian accent, the agent reads the words.

Bucky's trigger words, shoot it into your head.

"No" Bucky shakes his head in horror.

"Y/n you need to get out of here, now!"

He tries to push you toward the door, but you don't move an inch.

"Seventeen. Daybreak."

"Y/n, please, I don't want to hurt you, get out!" he looks desperately into your eyes. 

The agent is getting closer to you and so his voice is getting louder. You see Bucky struggling with himself.

"Furnace"

"Y/n, please!"

You nod and let go of his hand.

"Nine. Benign. Homecoming."

You rush to the door, but it is ripped open and two Hydra agents come in and block your way. One grabs you by the arm and drags you back to Bucky, you don't stand a chance against the agent although you try to break free and push yourself against him.

"One. Freight car." Reads the Hydra Commander from the paper and Bucky went stiff, collapsing as he struggled to hold back the Winter Soldier. He couldn't let you see him like this. He couldn't risk hurting you. But the programming took control, and he lost himself.

"Soldier?" the man asked.

"Ready to comply," came Bucky's cold voice.

"Soldier, I command you to kill the scientist." The man was pointing at you. He crumpled up the note and stuffed it into his pocket, because he didn't need it anymore. Bucky was now under his control.

The Winter Soldier turned to you.

The Hydra agent who was holding you roughly shoves you forward and you fall hard to your knees, even though your hands probably took most of the fall, it hurt like hell.

Then you hear Bucky's metal arm whirring and you look up to see he's already watching you. He's moved a little closer to you.

You straighten up a bit to get a better look at him.

"It's okay Bucky, you can't help it, I'm still going to keep loving you," you say softly, staring into his eyes. As soon as you said his name, something flashed behind his eyes. 

The Winter Soldier looks into your eyes and you can see a soft expression flash in them for a brief moment. 

"Kill her, Soldier," the Commander comments. The Winter Soldier nods.

Before you or anyone else can react, the Winter Soldier pulls out his gun, turns to the Commander, shoots him and then the two agents who are standing behind you, then he puts his gun away and comes to you. 

Surprised, you slide away from him, but you don't get far because he surprisingly gently grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him. Once you're close enough to him, he grabs your face and lifts it up a bit, toward him. 

It seems as if he is looking for something in your face.

"What... what's wrong?"

"Are you hurt?" the words come out of him.

"Uhh... I think so, my hands and knees are scraped up and my wrists hurt, but I don't think it's too serious."

When you say that, he immediately looks at said spots and if the agents weren't already dead, he would certainly do it again, his facial expressions tell you that before he suppresses his emotions again.

He stands up and before you can do the same he lifts you up, his flesh hand under your legs and his metal arm pressing you against him, you wrap your arms around his neck for a better grip and you hold on him firmly.

Then he looks at you again checking.

"Are you afraid of me ?"

"Should I be afraid of you?"

"No"

"Good, as long as you don't give me a reason to be, I'm not, Bucky."

As you say his name, you notice him flinch for a moment. Then he starts to move. 

He walks you out the door to the outside and quickly runs towards a car, as a couple of Hydra agents come towards us, he pushes your head into his neck and kills them. 

Once at the car he puts you in the passenger seat and himself at the wheel and drives off, but before he does he locks the car door so you can't get out on your own. Then he starts the car and speeds off from the Shield grounds. 

"Where are we going, Bucky?"

He ignores your questions. You look at him. Concerned, your eyes roam over his stature.  Tall and tense, with no emotion to read off, his hands hold the steering wheel tightly, but not too tightly. 

"Where are we going, soldier?" This time you get a reaction, you see his right hand tense briefly and then release.

Uncertain, you chew your lip, trying to figure out what he's up to.

"Soldier, what is your mission?" You ask him as soon as he stops at a traffic light.

"My mission?"

"Yes, what is your mission" you nod confirming your answer.

"My mission, Y/n, is to protect you and keep you safe."  As he says this, he looks you in the eye and his voice just drips with seriousness. He wants to protect you. Also, you see that in his eyes is not the gentleness of Bucky, but that of the Winter Soldier, cold but in some way loving and gentle toward you. 

"Protect... me?"

"Yes, you are a top priority, Y/n."

Understanding, you nod and lean back, then gaze out the window. You're sure the Winter Soldier really means it and doesn't want to kill you backhandedly. 

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It has been more than 2 hours now that he is driving. Slowly you are getting impatient.

"Bucky, how long are we going to drive?"

"Winter."

"What?"

"Call me Winter, Bucky isn't here right now"

"Okay, okay Winter, how much longer are we driving?" You look over at him questioningly.

"An hour or more" he mutters in a raspy voice.

Before you or he could have reacted the car is suddenly hit by another car.

The car is thrown to the side and flips over, meanwhile your head hits the window glass, it shatters into thousands pieces and a throbbing pain spreads through your head. When the car comes to a stop, you look over at Bucky. He unbuckles his seatbelt and pulls open his dented door and runs over to the car that hit you. You see Hydra agents running towards him and Bucky kills them easily. 

Then a few more cars come to a stop and you see more Hydra agents get out. 

You have to close your eyes for a moment because of the severe pain in your head and when you open them again, the dizziness is gone. 

Then you see that one of the hydra agents runs up to the car you're in and you realize he wants to get to you. 

You need to get out of here. Now.

You let your hands wander to the seatbelt and start to unbuckle it, but the seatbelt is stuck. Panicked, you try to get free, but it doesn't work. You look around with a pounding pain in your head and see that there is a knife on the floor of Bucky's seat. Quickly, you reach out and grab it. Then you try to cut through the seat belt. When you look back out, you see that the Hydra agent is almost there. So you cut the belt faster. Then you've managed to do it, just at that moment the Hydra agent pulls open the door and you jump over into the driver's seat, but he grabs your foot and wants to pull you towards him. Screaming, you fight back and kick him with your other foot.

Your screaming draws Bucky's attention and he sees the trouble you're in. So he wants to help you, but he can't get away because some new Hydra agents have just arrived.

You meanwhile see the Hydra agent who grabbed your foot take a knife out of his side pocket.  

"You shouldn't fight back or I'll have to hurt you." With that, he joyously waves the knife around in his hand.

You continue to push yourself away from him and your hand feels the door handle, quickly you squeeze it and force the door open, then you try to shake your foot out of his clamp grip and stumble out of the car. Then you start running. 

Just away from there. 

You hear the Hydra agent cursing behind you, but you keep running. Then suddenly you feel a terrible pain in your leg and fall down with a cry of pain, you look down and see that there is a knife stuck in your calf. 

Goddamn it

Before you can react, the Hydra agent that just attacked you is in front of you again, he pulls the knife out of your leg and throws you over his shoulder. Scared, you pound on the agent's back. 

"Let go of me!"

"Let go of me!" 

"Please, let me go!" you beg. But the agent doesn't care, instead he grabs your leg right into your wound and you cry out painfully, tears running down your face. 

Then suddenly you land on the ground, not hard but not soft and you hear the Hydra agent who carried you scream in pain before it goes silent. As you rise to your knees, you see Bucky coming towards you.

He grabs your leg and binds it with a piece of cloth, then takes your face in his hand and brushes away your tears.

"It's okay, I'm here, it's going to be okay. Don't cry. I'll take you to safety now!" Nodding, you lean against him. He in turn immediately takes you in his arms and stands up with you on his arm, and then he leaves with you. Looking back, you see that all the Hydra agents are lying motionless on the floor.

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When you arrive in a hotel room, Bucky sits you down on the bed. Then he gets stuff to take care of your injury. He bandages your leg after he has cleaned the wound and also the wound on your head before he sticks a plaster on it, then he gives you painkillers.

Your head and leg hurt like hell and you hope the pills will work soon.

"What do we do now?" You look at him with a curious face.

"We'll make sure you're better and then I'll make sure you're in a safe place where Hydra can't get to you so easily."

"What about our friends, Winter?"

"We don't need them, we just need us."

"Just us?"

"Yes"

"Did you actually get hurt, Winter?" worried, you sit back up as you realize your words. Your heart races at the thought he might be injured.

You grab him by his shoulders and pat him gently to see if he's losing blood anywhere. He isn't. With relief, you let your hands wander to his face and take a good look at it, there are no wounds to be found there either. You sigh again in relief and carefully brush a strand of hair from his face.  

As you put your hand back on his cheek, you notice how he slightly leans his head towards you, lightly you smile and look him in the eyes. 

"How are you feeling, y/n?"

"Well, according to the circumstances, in pain, but the pills seem to be kicking in, Winter."

He takes your hands in his and makes sure you lie back down.

"That's good."

"Winter, I'm sleepy," you murmur as you let your head sink back into the pillow. 

He takes off your shoes and covers you properly. Then he gently brushes a string of hair out of your face.

"Sleep, I'm here, nothing will happen to you, I promise."

[yourebeingsobrave]

Bucky x Female Reader (NSFW)

“Longing.”

“Rusted.”

“Seventeen.”

“Daybreak.”

“Furnace.”

“Nine.”

“Benign.”

“Homecoming.”

“One.”

“Freight Car.”

Bucky shot up from the floor. It was a dream. Another god damn nightmare. Bucky always slept on the floor. A bed was too… soft.

The bedroom door creaked open. There she was. Y/N. He had woken her. She looked tired. Damn it Barnes.

“Hey, you okay?” Y/N asked gently, walking towards his spot on the floor carefully. Y/N was sort of Bucky’s… caretaker. After his rehabilitation on Wakanda he needed someone to watch him, make sure he wasn’t doing anything illegal. So they sent in Y/N, a former S.H.I.E.L.D agent.

“I’m fine.” Bucky grumbled, attempting to wave her off with his vibranium arm. He could barely make eye contact with her. There was something about her- it made him want to run away from her and run towards her all at once. She never shared anything about her personal life and it only made Bucky more curious about her.

“Well, I’m already awake if you wanna talk about it. I’m not just your babysitter you know. I have a little empathy.” Y/N chuckled dryly and sat down by him on the floor.

There was an awkward tension surrounding them, their lack of knowledge on each other was painfully clear in this moment.

Y/N was quiet for a moment, giving Bucky her full attention with her body language and eyes. Almost like she was commanding him to tell her what he dreamt of… yet her face was still so gentle too.

“It’s all the same, these damn dreams. A replay of the people I’ve killed.” Bucky said in a non-chalant tone, as if it was nothing.

“None of that is your fault, you know that right? I’m sure it doesn’t stop the dreams but…” Y/N’s eyes darted all over Bucky’s face. He could feel her studying him, trying to understand.

“It doesn’t change that I did it.” Bucky said, feeling his own voice coming out more vulnerable now.

“But you can’t blame yourself.” Y/N insisted, her hand unconsciously reaching out over his. The touch replaced the uneasy tension with a different feeling. Comfort? Desire? Maybe a mix of both.

Bucky just grunted in response. She didn’t have the right to tell him what he could or couldn’t blame himself for. Although, the sentiment was sweet, she was wrong.

“Don’t be stubborn Mr. Barnes.” Y/N said, her eyes looking into his own with an intimidating intensity.

“Bucky.” Bucky corrected.

“What?” Y/N asked.

“It’s just Bucky.”

“Okay, Bucky. You need to go easier on yourself, understood?” Y/N spoke in almost a motherly tone, gentle yet firm. Making sure Bucky knew she was serious.

“Alright Y/N, alright.” Bucky said, his tone submissive. He knew she was stubborn, and it wasn’t worth trying to convince her that he was a bad man.

“Good.” Y/N said with satisfaction, her voice coming out more sultry than intended. She gave Bucky’s hand another squeeze before letting it go.

Bucky felt an emptiness in him the second her hand left his. He reached back out to grab her wrist as she was getting up.

“Please don’t go Y/N.” Bucky practically whimpered it out. He didn’t mean to, but something in that moment had him desperate for her.

Y/N face scrunched together in confusion. Bucky let go of her wrist immediately, what had come over him?

But to his surprise, she nodded and sat back down next to him.

“Come here.” She commanded softly, holding her arms out to him. Bucky listened and scooted closer into her hug. Y/N wrapped her arms around him gently and rested her chin on the top of his head.

Not a word from either of them. Just the two of them soaking in each others energy. Bucky wanted more of her. Her soft touch was something he hadn’t experienced in over 80 years. Sure, Steve had hugged him from time to time, but this was different. A woman’s touch was always different.

“Y/N?” Bucky whispered.

“What is it?” Y/N said, pulling her head away from his so she could look at him.

Bucky was silent for a moment.

“I want to kiss you.” He finally said softly.

Y/N cupped his cheek in her hand, a small smile growing on her face.

“I can arrange that.” And with that Y/N leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on his lips, but breaking away just as quickly.

Her lips were so warm and wet… Bucky was willing to bet the rest of her was too.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath.

Y/N looked at him with satisfaction and desire. Like she had gotten the best of him or something. She then leaned in to kiss Bucky again. Her hand went to the back of his head, gripping his hair tightly to keep him close. This kiss was longer, ending with Y/N biting at Bucky’s bottom lip as she pulled away.

“C’mon Bucky, you’re sleeping with me tonight.” Y/N ordered. She stood, offering her hand out to Bucky, leading him to her bedroom quickly.

Bucky followed, feeling his hand get clammy in hers. He was nervous, scared even… but he excited. God he hoped she would fuck him, he hadn’t had his dick in someone since the 40s.

As soon as they were in the room, Y/N pushed him to sit on the bed and crawled on his lap. Bucky let her. He knew he was stronger than her but he wanted her to take control. He hardly knew what he was doing with this kind of stuff anymore, he needed help.

And Y/N was going to help him.

Y/N moved Bucky’s semi-long hair away from his neck so she could kiss him there, lick him there, bite him there.

The feeling of her teeth on the thin skin of his neck drove Bucky wild. His breathing was getting heavier now, and his hands searched her back carefully, as if he was afraid of being scolded for touching her.

Y/N grabbed Bucky’s face, squeezing his cheeks together. “You grab me where you need to grab me Bucky.” Y/N ordered before letting his face go and crashing her lips into him yet again.

Bucky held her tighter now, his metal arm sliding up her back. He was sure to send shivers down her spine, but the quiet giggle Y/N let out ensured Bucky that she liked it.

Y/N was hasty, her hands went down to his waistline, he was only wearing underwear, it was the middle of the night after all. She slid them down with expertise. On her way down to his ankles she paused- right at his very hard cock.

Bucky watched as the drool traveled down from her lips to his cock. He could swear it was happening in slow motion, this was probably the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Then Y/N finished, pulling his underwear off his ankles and tossing them to the side.

“I want you to take mine off now, can you do that for me?” Y/N asked softly, but she wasn’t really asking.

Bucky nodded, getting on his knees in front of her. His hands were shaky as they went for Y/N’s panties. He slid them down slowly, taking in every inch of her as more was revealed, as if she was a piece of artwork.

“Bucky, you’re doing amazing. Now lay down.”

Bucky did so, laying down with his arms propping up his torso, he had to keep his eyes on her. She was just too damn beautiful.

Y/N followed, straddling her legs around his waist. She leaned her body forward so her lips were against his ear and whispered.

“You’re going to put your cock inside me now.”

Bucky was silent, his eyes full of hesitation. Y/N pulled back, looking at him softly.

“Do you want me?” She asked. A stupid question truly.

“I do Y/N, it’s just-“ He was nervous, so damn scared.

Y/N covered his mouth before he could finish. “Then put your dick inside of me. You’ll do amazing, I know you will.” Y/N spoke slowly and quietly. “We can go as slow or as fast as you want.”

“Cmon, give me what I want.” Y/N said, more demanding this time.

“Okay Y/N.” Bucky said lowly. He gulped as he grabbed himself and steadied his tip at her entrance.

Before Bucky could push himself in, Y/N had pushed herself down.

Fuck she felt so good. Bucky gasped, and so did she. Y/N was kind enough to wait a moment, to let him process what was happening.

“How’s that?” Y/N teased, a sweet smile on her face as she looked down at him.

“Mhm.” Bucky whimpered.

“Use your words Bucky.”

“You feel so damn good.” Bucky groaned out. A smile grew on Y/N’s face at the comment. From there, she started moving her hips up and down, engulfing his cock with every movement.

Every so often she would switch up her hip movements into little swirls around him, and Bucky was finding it harder and harder to keep quiet.

“F-fuck-“ Bucky stuttered, the feeling over around him… wet… tight. He couldn’t contain himself. He hadn’t felt this good since… well- ever. Girls in the 40s never had the confidence to ride him like Y/N was now. It was incredible.

Bucky could feel himself getting close, frankly way too soon for his liking. His hands reached out to Y/N’s hips, not sure if he was steadying her or himself.

And just then, Y/N stopped. Stopped moving entirely. Bucky found himself thrusting his own hips, like an animal that only had one goal in mind.

“No Bucky, I need you to last a little longer, can you do that?” Y/N reached out to hold his face gently, her eyes darting over him- studying.

Bucky couldn’t respond, he was trying to steady himself, his hands gripped her hips tighter. The metal arm honestly holding her a little too tight- but he didn’t notice. Bucky took in a deep breath as he looked up at her, his eyes desperate and practically begging for Y/N.

“Can you do that?” Y/N repeated.

“Yes ma’am.” Bucky whispered.

Y/N smiled. They were both still for a moment. Then Y/N started moving again. She was soaking now, Bucky could feel it. Regardless of the pause they just took, Bucky was still throbbing, ready to cum the moment she let him. But he had to wait. He needed to please her.

Y/N leaned her body forward so she could embrace Bucky, making the fucking feel more like love making. He could feel her breasts pushed up against his chest. Fuck.

Bucky couldn’t stop himself from thrusting anymore, he had to, he needed to. He pounded his cock up in her as deep as he could. He swore he could draw out a map of the inside of her pussy just by feeling it. A feeling that would be engraved in his brain forever.

“Fuck Bucky, that’s good. Keep doing that.” Y/N whispered, biting her lip as she looked down at him… proudly? Whatever it was- Bucky liked it- and it made him want to listen to her even more.

He kept thrusting into her, his lips trembling as he felt himself- and her- getting closer.

“Y/N-“ Bucky whimpered, stuttered a little bit- as he tried to get her name off his lips.

“You’re doing so good Bucky.” Y/N assured, her pussy clenching around him. “You’re making me feel so good. Just a little bit longer until you can cum, okay?”

“Mhm.” Bucky’s face scrunched up, he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Not from sadness or frustration- but pure anticipation. His hands gripped her back now, holding Y/N close in desperation- praying that she would let him cum soon.

“Oh god Bucky, right there baby- that feels so good.” Y/N said, her voice getting higher, softer. He felt her clenching him tighter than ever.

“Please Y/N, please let me cum.” Bucky whimpered out. His voice came out like a slut. Begging for her. Begging for his release.

Y/N came, her body spazzing forward, gripping Bucky with her nails as she finished. With her lips near his ear she finally gave him what he wanted.

“Cum. Now.”

Within a fraction of a second Bucky came, his body practically going into a seizure from the pleasure.

“F-f-fuck Y/N.” Bucky whimpered as he finished. Bucky hugged her torso tightly as he felt himself fill her. She was so warm and wet, he wanted to leave his cock in her even now that he’d came.

Y/N giggled quietly, with satisfaction over anything else. “You did really good.” Y/N praised.

Bucky was silent for a moment, his dick still soaking in her as he looked at her pretty face.

“Y/N?” He whispered. Bucky wanted to say he loved her. Fuck- that was stupid. He would sound like a teenage girl who just lost her virginity. He can’t tell her he loves her. Not when this was the only intimate thing they’ve done.

“Yes Bucky?”

“Thank you.” He said instead, saving himself from a whole lot of potential embarrassment.

“Anytime, Buck.” Y/N gave him a little kiss before pulling herself up and forcing Bucky to slip out of her.

She walked away from her own bedroom to the kitchen, leaving him to lie there as if nothing had happened. No after care, nothing. It only made Bucky want more of her.

“You’re welcome to sleep in bed, but only tonight. There is another bedroom you know. That has a bed and not just a floor.” Y/N shouted from the other room.

“No, floor is good.” Bucky responded.

“Suit yourself.” Y/N followed Bucky with her eyes as he walked out of the bedroom, placing himself in that same spot on the floor in the living room.

Y/N only laughed. She understood, it was hard for him to fall asleep on something so soft. She finished her glass of water and walked over to him on the floor.

“Goodnight Bucky.” She said softly. Y/N lifted his head up by his chin and planted a kiss on his forehead. Then walked back to the bedroom.

“Goodnight Y/N.” Bucky called out softly as she walked down the hall. He could feel his face getting red.

As Bucky laid down and fell asleep, it was the first night in years he didn’t have a single nightmare. He was going to need more of Y/N.

[karizard-ao3]

I had trouble sleeping this morning so I was laying in bed, daydreaming about Twiyor a bit. I was thinking about my fic idea and how funny it is that Twilight's solution to pretty much any perceived hiccup in his arrangement with Yor is to immediately try to seduce her into falling for him, which led to this little scene (not sure it will make it into the fic when I eventually start writing it, but I had fun):

Twilight stood at the window, concealed by the curtains, looking down at the street below where Yor chatted with that incompetent fool, Daybreak. So, the worst secret agent in Ostania had taken a shine to Twilight's wife. Was he also looking to start a cover family? Was he trying to steal Loid's? Twilight's fist clenched. Or was this Daybreak's way of interfering with Operation Strix? Was he a better spy than Twilight had thought?

Down below, Yor waved at Daybreak and turned to head into the apartment building. Twilight lifted his binoculars, peering through them to read the expression on her face: a mild, absent-minded smile. Reassured that she wasn't thinking about dissolving their arrangement - which was crucial to his mission - Twilight swung the binoculars over to Daybreak. He was watching Yor leave with a dreamy, slack-jawed look on his face. Hmmm.

Twilight lowered the binoculars. So. Perhaps the idiot’s feelings for Yor were genuine. And why wouldn't they be? Yor was a beautiful woman. Twilight had made note of the fact many times himself, though in a cold, impartial way befitting a professional intelligence agent. He, himself, was unmoved by the brightness of Yor's eyes or the rosy flush of her cheeks or the plump curve of her lips, or her favorite backless sweater, which exposed the dip above her spine and hinted at more wonders to be found beneath the baggy, red knit. Having a lovely wife was good for his mission. He was aware that he was quite attractive himself, and had used it to his advantage often in his work. It would draw attention and suspicion if his wife was not on par with himself, so of course he had to take regular inventory to verify that Yor was still stunning. It was practical and necessary. 

Behind him, the door cracked open. 

“Loid!” Yor exclaimed. “You’re home so early!”

Twilight turned around, plastering an easy smile across his face. “Yor! One of my patients canceled so I took the opportunity to come home and have some lunch before I head back to the office.”

Yor glanced at the binoculars in his hand, her eyebrows furrowing.

Twilight tensed, his stomach gurgling. A rookie mistake! Yor would realize he had been keeping tabs on her! He began to run through the 629 most likely outcomes of this error, throwing together a game plan for each.

Yor clapped her hands. “Oh, were you bird watching?”

Twilight looked down at his binoculars. “Yes,” he said. 

Yor smiled and went into the kitchen. “Do you have time for some tea?” she asked.

“Sure,” said Twilight, hurrying to put the binoculars away. She hadn’t mentioned running into Daybreak. Was she trying to hide it from him? Had the brief conversation meant that little to her or was she keeping it as a delightful little secret to giggle over in private? Did she think Daybreak was handsome? Charming? 

Twilight’s stomach twinged with panic and acidic pain. This was a disaster (for his mission). There was only one way forward. He was going to have to take Yor on a date.

End

[courtingchaos]

Death and Affection

Kas/Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Series Master List

A/N: Oh dang, a part three? Chapter 3? What are my conventions around here for this? It’s literally whatever at this point. The story has some meat on its bones now. I’m excited.

18+ NSFW No Minors

“My parents are moving.”

“How’d you find out?”

“Last night.” You look at him over your shoulder. “I snuck into the backyard.”

“That was stupid.”

“I know.”

There’s no heat in his words because you could say the same to him and his weekly wanderings out to the Henderson abode. A watchful eye on his Uncle being shown hospitality and the opportunity to hear all about his nephews exploits through Dustin.

In fact it was him telling you this secret one morning while the sun crept across the sky that gave you the idea to check in. Nearly three months of living in ruins with Eddie and you’d managed to stay away, to give your parents time to mourn. Apparently that wasn’t an option while still living in Hawkins though and you’d caught the conversation through an open window while they spoke to an agent and filled out paperwork.

They were moving clear to Michigan, somewhere on a lake and with a check stamped by these faceless officials. They could move on in the quiet solitude of a pier off of an A frame and the buzzing woods around them.

“I don’t think they’re taking anything with them.” Both of you traipse through the bare underbrush on another hunt for a tear in the earth. Bellies full for the night off of a ten pointer that you’d joked your father would have raged over you bagging.

“Your parents?”

“Yeah, clean break. It’s what the agent said.” You shove your hands into your coat pockets, new clothes that you’d stolen out of abandoned homes for the two of you. The look on Eddie’s face had been priceless when you’d handed over a bundle and he said the thought had never crossed his mind. “I was thinking, which I already know what you’re gonna say, but maybe we could hide out there sometimes.”

“In a neighborhood.” He says, not speeding up to be level with you. You’ve become attuned to his moods now, that tether between you two an almost corporeal thing. You can feel his irritation at your suggestion but that means he can feel yours at the idea of a continued existence in the boathouse.

“We wouldn’t have to sleep under a tarp anymore.”

“I wouldn’t call it sleep.”

“If they leave my stuff we can sleep in my bed and if you’re that attached to it we can bring the tarp along.” You shoot him a placating grin and feel that new feeling slither down your back. It’s a small undercurrent that you’ve noticed recently and it feels like how you’d felt on first dates. A nervousness that dances along your shoulders and makes the hairs on your neck stand up. The connection goes both ways so it’s one of those ‘you know that he knows’ things. He stamps it down as soon as it surfaces most days but tonight it seems to linger with you like the scent of blood still stuck in your nose.

“What if the neighbors see us?”

“We’ll be careful.”

“I don’t like it.”

You stop abruptly and turn to face him. “Please Eddie.”

He’s grumbling on the back of his sigh and almost unwilling to meet your eyes. “When they leave we can go check it out.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m not saying we can stay.” He’s trying to be stern but your smile throws him off a bit.

“I know.” A warmth between you, a peace offering he extends to keep you happy. The moment only last for a beat before he starts walking again.

“We still gotta cover this stretch, I saw one of those dogs the other night out here.”

Whatever sleep it is that you fall into during daybreak is fitful. Red cracked skies and a swirling black mass storm through your dreams and wake you with a jolt, Eddie already alert and watching. You tell him what you’ve seen like you always do and he files it away for later. It concerns him, especially when he falls into that other space. Any mentions of that towering hand makes those black eyes turn to slits, a hiss on the back of his tongue directed at you.

You’ve been lucky so far with no more incidents like that last time. No more feral feeding off of innocents in the woods and tearing at Eddie for blood. You can barely grasp onto the memory of it just the feelings of rage and his skin under your tongue, fresh human blood and how soft the ridge of his lip was.

Another night of fruitless search but Eddie swears he can feel the bats closer now. Says it feels like the earth is ready to shake apart further and unleash hell.

“If we find an opening, are we going in?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

He doesn’t try to comfort you even though you don’t think you really would need it. It’s more an empty feeling of acceptance. A new thing on top of the blood drinking that you need to do and that’s apparently walking through the earth into a blackened dimension full of monsters that haunt your twilights of sleep.

Another walk through the woods, this time with you trailing behind him silently. Lost in your own thoughts you don’t pay attention to that tug at the back of your brain that tells you he’s trying to say something without opening his mouth. Studiously staring at the ground and his feet, stepping where he steps, and paying no mind to him trying to will your attention upwards at the fence line.

What would a fall through the ground even feel like? You think about the vague idea you have about cave diving and try to imagine the way it must feel to have air rushing past you into an abyss of foreign fauna that’s-

“Would you listen to me?”

“What?” You snap your head up at his tone, both chastising and full of laughter.

“I’ve been trying to get you to look.”

Past him looms your darkened previous home, only partially covered in overgrown weeds in the backyard. The sliding door to the backyard has had a single thing thrown through it but everything else seems to be intact. You slide your gaze to Eddie who looks frankly a little too proud of himself but before you can even ask he’s walking again and climbing the fence quietly.

“Are you serious?” You ask when you drop soundlessly into the grass.

“It’s supposed to rain tonight. Thought we could have an intact roof over our heads.” He gives you a smile before pausing at the broken glass, head tilted to listen. It’s quiet except for the distant hum of generators and the occasional car that passes through. Eddie deems it safe with a nod and pulls the door open, motioning you in first.

You think it’s funny that they’ve left up curtains when everything is bare. The kitchen that you walk into is stripped of everything but the eyelet lace curtains your mother made. Through the doorway that leads into the living room you see that they left the couch your father always hated but definitely took the tv and the stereo system along with the recliners. Again the curtains hang still in the windows to give the illusion of some kind of life, however faded and haunted it may be. It almost makes you laugh while you step silently through the house, a pantomime of a ghost but not really.

You breathe in the stagnant air. You stand on the carpeting your father had installed last year. You look at the sun bleached corners of picture frames seared into the walls. You taste the melancholy of a family only partially disappeared from their home.

“You okay?” Eddie asks from the doorway, jacket folded over his arm while he looks at those same bleached and blank spaces.

“Surprisingly?” You turn to face him, a small smile on your lips. “Yeah. I’m sad for them.”

Eddie nods and you know he understands. Can feel it through the tether and knows what it means to watch family from afar move on. You inspect the front hall closet and find an old winter coat of yours. In the background you hear Eddie twist the tap on the sink and the sudden rushing of water.

“Did they leave that on?” You round the corner into the kitchen amazed that utilities exist here.

“Maybe they’re trying to sell it?” He shrugs.

“To who, your friend Henry?”

He laughs at that, his fingers hovering over the switch on the vent above the stove like he wants to try the lights. For a moment you think he might but he pulls his hand away and shakes his head at you. “Last thing we need is a kid thinking this place is haunted.”

“I mean, it kind of is, isn’t it?” A joke as you turn the corner to head up the stairs but Eddie just shoots you look. He doesn’t follow immediately, you can hear him moving around in the basement, so you check the bedrooms. Parent’s room also stripped of everything but the curtains, the en suite bathroom a stark powder blue even in the little bit of moonlight that streams in. The spare room that held your mother’s crafts is empty save for a desk and lastly your door. It’s closed against the night in the hallway that also bears scars of years of family pictures hung there. This wooden door with its scuff marks along the bottom from you kicking it open gives you pause though. The grief you feel for your parents grief is momentarily gone and replaced with your hesitance to see.

What did they take of you with them? Did they take you or did they take the facsimile of you? The pieces they approved of and nothing of the rest. The turning of the doorknob scrapes loudly in your ears, almost like you’re opening a tomb for the first time in a millennia. The door swings out of your grip slowly to bump into the wallpaper where it always has, the lock on the inside bumping directly center on the purple blooming flower wallpaper behind it.

The furniture remains. A bedroom set bought for you when you’d turned 16 and still thought you’d have your life together after high school. Pink accents on cream colored wood; a dresser, a floor length mirror, a nightstand and a four poster bed. A hamper that sits empty and your shoes still lined up next to it. Clothes in the dresser and bedding on the mattress but you are gone.

Pictures you’d taped to your mirror and pinned to a cork board have been plucked from their homes. Your old clarinet case gone along with the stack of books you’d had on your nightstand. The scrunchies you’d left stacked on one poster of your bed have been stolen and the stuffed leopard you’d had since infancy taken away with your trace. An empty room full of wood and cotton like someone might come home at any moment and flop on the bed. Kick their shoes at their hamper and take their hair down just to roll over and switch on their lamp.

The shudder in your chest coincides with Eddie’s appearance at the top of the stairs but maybe it isn’t a coincidence. He glides into your room and throws his jacket on your bed and wordlessly moves into your space to pull your forehead into his.

“I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t think it’d matter.”

“I know.”

“It’s just stuff.”

“When Wayne went through everything in the trailer he only took the important things.” His voice drops to a hush like a secret between you two in your childhood room. “He only took the things that felt right.” He raises a hand to the back of your neck, a grounding touch that keeps you anchored not only to the present but to him. His skin is hot against yours with new blood running through you both and you have an inkling this might be where your rush of emotion is coming from.

“I’m just happy they saw me.” That’s what breaks the dam and the tears stream silently to drip off your cheeks. He brushes at them with his knuckles but doesn’t say anything. Stays still and keeps your head pressed to his to until your sniffles begin to lessen and your deep breaths steady you.

“Good news for the night.” He smiles at you. “There’s running water.”

“That is good news.”

“You can finally rinse the lake out of your hair.” His finger gets caught in a tangle as he runs in through your strands and your laughter breaks the sadness.

“You could too.”

“What if I like smelling like a midnight swim? Ever think of that?” Color sits high on his cheeks before he turns away from you and throws himself on your bed. “Oh my god this shit is comfortable.” He moans into the bedding and you laugh harder at him. You’ve been granted a peek behind that dense curtain a lot more recently. His humor is wholly him, his reactions full of grandeur and flourish, and not for the first or last time do you wish you could have known him outside of all of this.

“You like it?” You ask while pulling off dirty clothes. “It’s an old mattress.”

Eddie flips over and makes himself comfortable. Kicks off his shoes and folds his hands under his head, eyebrows raised up his forehead. “Oh so it’s got some miles on it. I get it.”

“Uh, not like that.” You’re left standing in underwear that you wish, and then suddenly realize, you could wash. You tell him as much and his face lights up while he furiously works at his jeans and toes his socks off.

“Throw it all in a pile, I’ll take it down after my shower.” You say over your shoulder and make your way across the hallway to the bathroom to find out what else was left. In the linen closet is all the undesirables, frayed sheets and thin towels pocked with holes, but it’s better than nothing. Funny enough there’s no curtain left for the tub but a dried out bar of ivory soap sits in the shower and you don’t know if you’ve seen anything half as beautiful. When you turn the knob the water spits from the shower head at a pitiful rate but you watch it fall like a natural wonder before you finally decide to get in. Tepid temperature that you can’t fix but the way it hits your scalp and runs down your back makes you moan from the ecstasy of it all.

You get lost in the rushing water and the smell of powdery soap that you lather through your hair against your better judgement.

Beggars can’t be choosers. Your mother says in the back of your mind while another strand pulls faintly in your haze. It’s that red rope that moors you to Eddie being reeled in with short tugs. He isn’t grasping for your attention or calling you to him, it almost feels like those moments of desire he tries to keep to himself but this feels unintentional.

You run your fingers through your hair to help squeeze out the soapy water and you can feel a third set of fingers running solid down the back of your neck. There’s nothing there but you can feel the drag of a thick finger along your spine between your shoulder blades and down until it hits your lower back. Gone like it wasn’t ever there until you feel it press into the soft part under your jaw, right against your juglar. Another drag of this invisible digit and another tug of that tether before you begin putting it all together. If you strain to listen through the running water and the closed doors you can hear Eddie moving around. A shuffle on top of your comforter followed by a shallow whisper, sounds of skin moving along skin and another invisible hand splays along the back of your thigh and runs up slow.

Does he know he can do this? In your confusion you stand still in the bare shower with the water beating over your shoulders. His imagined hand roves down to glide over the back of your knee and it coincides with a sharp breath from behind two doors.

There’s been a closeness since that first night in the alleyway. The way he’d held you to himself and fed you from himself had continued into the care he’d taken to make sure you slept soundly. Always shoulder to shoulder with his head tucked into you. Small glancing touches to direct you and a finger pressed to your lips to silence you when people got too close to the waters edge. As the bond formed underneath the care you’d panicked and worried he’d find your fondness for him; recoil from it. Instead you’d found his own feelings and those had since tripled after your little mistake in the woods.

A graze of a tongue tracing your lips pulls you from your daze and your fingertips light over the fading feeling. Ghostly touches in your hair and down your sternum leave you with a deep wanting. Are these the places his eyes linger or where he longs to touch?

Invisible fingers trail over your navel, light touch that skips the lower it goes. Hesitance where before there was defined curiosity, especially when you turn the water off suddenly. The bathroom is dark but you could still see your reflection if you’d just look up. Maybe you’d catch an after image of him standing behind you. Could he see you then? Clearer than the thoughts he races through? That tentative touch suddenly disappears just before they venture to the point of no return and like a snap you find your senses again.

With a towel wrapped tightly around your chest you open the door and grab the pile of laundry left on the landing. For a moment you linger and contemplate inching your bedroom door open but you’re still not sure if he even meant for you to know. All the way down to the basement where you walk and wait on cold concrete while the washer fills, only the dusty dregs of detergent left for you to get your clothes to a semblance of clean. When you tire of pacing you perch on the dryer until the buzzer sounds and you start your worrying all over again. The what ifs.

He’d said that night at the lake that he didn’t know the end of you or him. If there was a reversal or if you’d drop dead with all the other monsters. You chew on a nail while you fret three floors down in the earth, a fitting place for you now. Those dogs he’d found in the woods had been extraordinary with their petaled faces and chittering but you still worried. Would you become like them? Would that black shadow creep into your life and split your face, pulling your limbs to new lengths just to hunt better?

This time when the buzzer goes off you jump. It’s just the small arm full of clothes but you make the act of unloading the dryer last longer than it should. You begin picturing Eddie’s face split into a blossoming grin full of teeth but a heavy shudder runs through you, instead pivoting to picturing Eddie in your room. That gives you a shallow feeling in the pit of your stomach almost like hunger with those ghostly touches sitting along your skin like a sheen of sweat, raising goosebumps along your bared skin. Above you, two floors up, you can hear movement and finally you bring yourself back to the basement and out of your own head.

Alone time in your room like in the before when you’d get home from work and decompress on the edge of your bed. Freshly showered and changed into old, soft t-shirts and shorts with a similar pile next to you on the bed.

When you’d come up with the laundry Eddie had been in the bathroom with the shower running and you’d taken it as a moment to catch your breath. Slowly folding stiff clothes to sit on your dresser while you thought about him alone in here with the impressions of your former life.

The door opening makes you start, eyes snapping to him moving quietly into your former space in just a towel. You avert your gaze quick but you know he’s caught you with the warmth that pulses off the him in your head.

“Those for me?” He points at the pile next to you and you nod. “I haven’t had pajamas in…months. Well actually years, but that’s because I’m lazy.”

“You’re not lazy.”

“You didn’t know me before all this.” He laughs and snatches the shirt and before he has a chance to drop his towel you turn your back to him. “Oh what, I thought we were past this?” His smile bleeds through his tone. “Since the whole biting thing.”

You turn your chin to catch him in the furthest corner of your eye, a pale thigh covered quickly by his one pair of boxers. “You can still have privacy.”

“Yeah I don’t know how much of that we have.” He shrugs at you when you turn back to face him.

“Did you…” You speak before you fully form your thought. Maybe he had known what he was doing earlier and that sends you down a different path while Eddie waves his hand at you to continue.

“Did I what?”

“Earlier.” You stand and open your closet to dig around for the spare quilt and comforter that’s usually in there, using the task to hide your face. “When I was in the shower.”

Eddie stops fidgeting behind you. His breathing sounds shallower while you dig around the bottom of your closet and clear your throat to speak clearer.

“I’m not upset but I just wanted to know if…if you knew.”

“What happened in the shower?”

“I could feel your…touch.” You speak this into the stack of old blankets you clutch to your chest now, edging along to your bed to keep his eyes off of your face until absolutely necessary. “Like on my neck and-and my leg.” You drop the blankets before facing him again, hands tucked behind your back so he doesn’t see your own nervous habits. He looks through you with an unfocused gaze and a worried crease between his brows. You have that instinct to sooth, to reach a hand out for his forehead and take that notch away. Fingers twitch behind you while you fight the urge and Eddie refocuses on your face with a slow roll of his eyes. His mouth opens before he thinks better of it and clicks his tongue.

“Thought I had a better handle on that.”

“It’s okay.”

“You don’t have to reassure me.”

The swooping in your stomach assures you it isn’t just him you’re trying to placate. “I’m not.” A small step forward to put you closer to him. “Well I’m not just reassuring you.”

His knuckle brushes the underside of your jaw and you almost flinch from the contact, surprised by his boldness.

“I’m sorry for making this weirder.”

“Oh, outside of the blood sucking and the monsters?” You joke and he laughs and that hand still stays under your chin. “It’s okay Eddie.” Your own hand snakes up to grab his. “We’ve got a weird thing going anyways.”

“That’s one way to put it.” His eyes are soft when they dart across your features and you have the deep feeling of home suddenly in your chest.

“Do you want to go to bed?”

In another lifetime he might have made a joke and wiggled his eyebrows down at you while you giggled and slapped his chest for being stupid. It might have been a one off or maybe a few hook ups but it would have been for fun, him following you into your bed. Now though wings beat unendingly in the edges of your perception and all you want is a few hours of peace with your nightly companion.

Wordlessly he grabs for the blankets you unearthed and starts layering them, turning your bed into a fortress of cotton. He does his usual of getting you situated first, holding up the edge of the sheets to gesture you in, making sure you’re tucked up against the wall before he slots himself next to you. With the blankets tucked in around your bodies to ward off the oncoming sunrise he settles down and casts a glance at you, an invitation to move in closer. This morning it’s your head tucked into the crook of his neck, your lips on the sluggish pulse that ticks up when you press fully against him, your arm thrown over his middle while you quickly fall into sleep.

It’s fitful for only a few moments, or maybe a few hours, with that hand reaching for you. Even in your slumber you can feel Eddie under you, an anchor against this predator that searches for you. Every morning you hide in ruins from it but there’s almost a peacefulness that comes when it seems to grasp you finally.

An immersion into rushing cold water that makes you gasp and turns oddly quiet the deeper you go. Black and wet and unending in its pull.

He wakes slowly with a long stretch, relishing the feeling of lying down in a real bed for the first time in a long time. It smells like you when he rolls towards the wall in search of your shoulder, his nose pressed into the pillow for a deep inhale. He’s half aware of his surroundings but he’s sure his hand should have found you by now in the full size bed but he pats along the soft sheets until his knuckles hit wall. Finally peeling an eye open to gaze to his side and you’re gone. The sheets and comforter are still firmly over his head, the nest you two made before turning in still blocking the waning sunset, but your side is barely dented. He lifts a corner of the bedding to stare at the wall and gauge the light, deeming it tolerable enough to get up and look for you.

There’s no water running and he can definitely feel you near but there’s no feedback like normal, just the shape of you in his minds eye like you’d been stamped out around the edges. His feet hit the ground before he fully turns the sheets down in his hunt for you but he’s stalled on the edge of the bed when he sees you sitting in front of the window.

“Hey.” It comes out in an almost whisper, his hesitance to break the still of your evening. You don’t seem to hear him, unmoving in your desk chair, shoulders slumped forward and head tilted downward at the backyard.

“Is someone out there?” Eddie creeps forward slowly to stay as far out of view in case of intruders but he’s stopped when he notices your forearms draped over your lap.

“Can you get me back?”

There’s a chill that runs through him with the creak of your voice. It touches something deep in him, something with black beetle eyes and sharp talons. This voice is from the same place as that other thing that lives in him.

“What?”

“You’re looking for a way in.” Your head turns back towards him slightly and he can make out more of the black lines that mark up your arms on your neck. “I can help you.”

When Eddie had been dying on that foreign soil he’d had many things shown to him. Broken bodies and long shadows, a possessed child and raging man covered in the traces of that swirling black. The monster that dwelt inside him had hissed at those images and fled with Eddie, pulling him topside and eventually to you.

“I don’t want your help.” Him and his alter answer this creature that’s taken your voice and when it hears his disgust you turn to him, eyes black like they shouldn’t be. Veins close to the surface and deep hued where they run up and down your neck.

“You brought me here. You listened to me and you followed my aim and you found her.” Your teeth glint in the dimming light. “You want to find a way in just like I do.”

Eddie watches your fingers grip the seat of the chair, nails digging into the wood like it was dirt. Teeth clenched at him and a scowl directed at his still form.

“Get me back where I belong and I’ll leave her be.” You lean in towards him and he can smell you like you were here hours ago. Still just an outline in his mind and that tether seems to float into nothing now like it was trapped in black water. He panics with nothing of you to grab onto. For months now he’s had you as a constant, even when you were hungry and started to slip but this? This thing had never been present in you, just in your dreams. He thought it hung at the edges like it did in his but he’d been wrong. The creature inside coils in tight like it’s been struck, a hiss that Eddie can’t help but let out slowly as he watches you being puppeted by that towering hand.

Your voice scratches and catches like a swarm of insects and you lean in closer to make your point heard, eyes shining dully up at him. “Help me find Henry and I’ll let her go.”

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𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 — 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 ‘𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘’ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐒

↳ summary: a quiet day off work calls for something sweet. Jack treats you to some pancakes and naughty chaos ensues.

↳ pairing: jack 'whiskey' daniels x f!reader

↳ [2k words] content: 18+ MDNI, food, cooking, soft!dom x sub dynamics, spanking, oral (f receiving). This is a @beskarbabs remaster -- original post date 2021.

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Given your tireless work schedules, it's uncommon for you and Jack to have mornings together. Spending those scarce daybreak hours in the kitchen was exceptional. For you to walk through the doorway in just your underwear and one of his oversized shirts to find Agent Whiskey taking breakfast into his own hands? Unheard of.

Jack had pursued you for quite some time. Flowers, chocolates, and gifts had all failed to win you over in his mission to make you his girlfriend. He'd tried everything from enlisting the help of Tequila to exaggerate all the reasons he'd be a good partner. He even begged Ginger Ale to put in a good word. Regardless, after months of attempts, he had resigned to accepting that you simply didn't see him that way. 

That was until he invited you to breakfast after a particularly arduous mission that had left you with minor injuries and a foul mood. On that morning, the golden glow of the sunbeams leaking in from the window above the counter lit up the kitchen as the smell of batter warmed you up from the inside. You could remember it so clearly, Jack's hat cast to the side on the table you sat at as he flipped the pancakes diligently in the pan without dropping or creasing one. 

The fluffiness, the sweetness that bordered on sickly yet still managed to be just perfect, was enough for you to reconsider your stance on your relationship with the mildly mulish man. The lemon juice and sugar sprinkled on top just for you gave you no option but to pay your compliments to the chef with a kiss. 

It was Jack's favourite story. He told literally anyone who would listen. 

It goes without saying, now that Jack had seduced you with his southern charm and humour consisting of mostly (if not all) dad jokes, that any morning the two of you managed to spend together, he would pull out the eggs, milk, flour and sugar. This morning appears to be no different. 

"Are you making pancakes?" You ask softly, cheekbone pressed between his shoulder blades as you hold him from behind. You hear him chuckle softly, turning his face over his shoulder. You know what he's asking for and oblige, pressing a chaste kiss to his bronzed skin. 

"Sure am, Sugar." He returns to his work, a smile hidden under that well-kept moustache. He takes up the batter bowl and expertly uses the spatula in hand to pour out the mixture into the frying pan without spilling even a dribble. He lays the spatula down into the bowl, handle propped up against the rim as he focuses on cooking the batter so it's perfectly golden and crispy. 

The warm, homey smell of frying batter swirling from the stove makes your mouth water and your stomach growl, begging for something substantial. Finally, you decide you don't want to wait for Jack to use the mixture up, so use your index finger to scoop up some of the dough and smear it across your tongue. 

Big mistake. 

You see Jack's broad shoulders stop moving as he pauses his work. He leisurely lays down the pan on the heat mat lying on the counter before turning to you with a fixed and piercing gaze. He arches a thick eyebrow accusatorially. 

"Did you just steal some?" His voice is deep, slipping further into his accent from the low volume. You look up into his eyes, your own wide with confusion at the abrupt change in atmosphere. 

"... Yes," you admit. It comes out in a whisper, aware by now that Whiskey was planning something if the smirk tugging at the edge of his lip was anything to go by. He takes up the handle of the spatula from the bowl, slowly raising it and allowing the loose mixture to fall back into the bowl. He keeps his eyes on you. 

"Clean it," he murmurs, lifting the head of the utensil to your mouth. It takes a second for his order to process in your brain. By then, he's already pressing the flat side to your lips. You stare up at him, bewildered, as you trail your tongue across the plastic. You can taste the sweetness that coats your tastebuds, but note the bitterness of raw flour. 

Jack's eyes follow your ministrations, seemingly unaffected by your actions. He's the most unreadable you'd ever seen, his emotions usually worn on the rim of his cowboy hat rather than his sleeve, dangling between your eyes so it was impossible to miss. Right now, however, his face is blank.

The batter gathers on your tongue until you've cleared one side, and Jack twists the handle and exposes the other side to you. You also get to work on that one, humming softly at the addictively sweet taste. 

Held at this angle, the mix begins to collect on the curve of the head. It drips onto your chin and dribbles down, catching your lover's attention. However, it isn't until it falls from your chin and onto the top of your breast that you notice his eye twitch, evidence that he was affected by the scene. 

Jack pulls the plastic tool from you, inspecting it for leftovers. When he finds it clean, he looks back to you. He's rock-hard in his jeans. You had learnt that Jack's tight denim did very little to hide his excitement over the many times he'd had to restrain himself during missions. It certainly wasn't hard to miss. 

"Hands on the table, hips out," he orders again. You blink up at him, a weak laugh escaping your throat. 

"What are you gonna do, Jack? Arrest me?" You manage to force out, heart thudding wildly in your chest. He's looking at you like he could eat you. 

"You gonna do as I say?" He questions, tone demanding. You do. You turn your back to him, bending at the waist and placing your palms on the dining table. You sense him come up behind you, kicking your feet apart as though he's about to search you while he sets the bowl of batter down beside your wrist. 

"Last time I checked, you were a Statesman, not a police offic-" You yelp out as the sharp sound slap that practically reverberates around the room, the sharp sting burning its way into the flesh of your exposed ass cheeks underneath the hem of the shirt you had borrowed for the morning. 

The blossoming sensation of prickling skin where the object had connected had you whipping your head around to glare at Jack, whose smirk informs you he had rather enjoyed your reaction. It's then that he wiggles the spatula in his hand, alerting you to the fact he had just spanked you with it. 

"Jack!" You hiss, hand moving to rub at the irritated area, "What was that for?" He swats your hand away, taking the hem of his shirt you were wearing and hiking it up over your hips so your ass is entirely exposed to him. 

"Punishment for stealing," he says simply, voice low and raspy. You roll your eyes, about to argue, when he lands the utensil on your thighs just underneath the crease of your ass. It sparks a harsh sting settling deep between your legs as you cry out in shock. 

There's a silence that follows in the room, but inside your ears, you can hear the pounding of your blood rushing through your body, your heart thrumming so hard it makes your chest hurt. Jack was adventurous, sure, but this was new. Deep down, you know he had started this as a joke, but if the tent you had seen in his tight jeans was anything to go by, he was enjoying this... But, of course, he isn't the only one... 

And it looks like Jack noticed. 

He barely skips a beat, almost like this is what he had planned all along. 

"You're gonna count them out for me, Sugar." He commands, palm settling on your lower back while he waits for your consent. His body language in your peripheral has changed, suddenly very serious and driven by arousal. You nod with a shaky breath, confirming. 

"I wanna hear you say it, Darlin'." Even now, he still takes so much care of you. 

"I'll count them out," you repeat you him, and you swear you hear him whisper 'good girl' behind you. The bite of the first two blows starts to ebb away, aided by the gentle stroke over the curve of your ass with the back of his fingers as he takes in the view of your pink cheeks. 

He gives you no further warning than removing his hand. You hear the THWACK of the pancake turner first, but the hot, prickling pain follows the sound quickly, blooming across your cheeks. You let out a soft whine, releasing the sound in an attempt to ease the tension in your muscles. 

"One," you squeak out, the power-play making you light-headed as your pussy flutters around nothing. Jack is totally silent, not allowing you to see his response to your reaction. 

Another quick snap of his wrist and the sharp smack of the handle hits once again just under your ass. It hurts so good, a loud moan escaping your lips as you brace yourself against the tenderness. So caught up in breathing through the pinch, you forget to count out quickly enough. 

"T-Two!" You try to correct yourself, but Jack has already noticed your 'defiance'. He tuts softly, shaking his head. 

"You'll have to do better than that, Sugar. I'll let this one slide-" he grips your sore asscheeks gently, enough for goosebumps to rise across your skin at the deep throbbing between your legs, "But we'll start from zero if it happens again." You nod quickly, confirming that you've heard him. 

He's gracious, soothing the pain he had inflicted for just a moment before striking you again, with the rubber head this time. 

"Ffu- Three," you moan, the pulses of pain thrumming straight to your core. You can feel that you're soaking your panties through, dripping from the mixture of anticipation and smarting skin. 

"Two more," Jack informs you, watching the way you rub your thighs together in search of some kind of friction for your stiff and aching clit. It's no use, you both know that, so you resign to whinging softly, acknowledging the last two blows. 

He spanks you again. 

"Fffour!" You struggle; the heat in your asscheeks and between your thighs is almost unbearable. You can practically feel the welts rising on your skin, the buzzing energy there creating perfect ghost-touches of the utensil. 

The last blow strikes you so hard that you hear it ringing in your ears. It cracks like lightning up your spine, settling deep in your cunt as you wail on the final number. 

"Fiiiveee~" Sobs escape you, tears collecting in the corners of your eyes at the relief and the intense need to be touched, to ride out an orgasm that had built up so much it felt like your legs were going to fall out from underneath you. You're shaking at the knees, relying heavily on the support of the table to keep you upright. 

"Such a good girl, Sugar. You did so good," he murmurs, smoothing your skin with a light touch as he moves to his knees behind you. He kisses behind your trembling knees, your left first, and then your right. He trails the tip of his nose up the back of your right thigh, noting the whines of desperation that escape you. 

"Mhmm. These," he whispers, pressing gentle and loving kisses to the swell of your stinging asscheeks, "These are my favourite cakes," he subtly teases you, and you laugh out weakly at his playful, cheeky side returning. Though, the laughter doesn't last long as he moves his mouth between your legs to trace his tongue over your still-clothed cunt. 

"But nothing beats the taste of this..." he groans out, the sweet tang of your arousal painting his tongue. He holds your hip in one hand, thumbs tracing gentle patterns on your hipbone while he uses the other to tug your panties to the side. 

"If you haven't learnt your lesson about stealing, I can think of another way to punish you," he rasps, nose nudging at your clit. 

Needless to say, you dipped your fingers into the batter bowl once more.

Maybe twice.

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Hi so I'm back w some more art but this time I drew ppls agent phoenixs!! :D

I honestly hope ppl like these

I'll probably make a pt 2 some time in the future (hopefully before the game comes out)

Also who the designs belong to if u can't read my writing ⬇️

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Round Four - Bracket Three [Dimesion 20 NPC of All Time]

Dale Lee vs Jawbone O'Shaughnessey vs Ragh Barkrock

Descriptions under the cut

Dale Lee - He/Him

Campaign: The Unsleeping City, The Unsleeping City: Chapter II

Who is he?

Dale Lee is the husband of Sofia Lee. It was originally believed that Dale left Sofia for Isabella Infierno, but it is later revealed that Dale is deceased.

Why is he the NPC of All Time?

He literally beat up a bunch of Angels just for a chance to see his wife, on a weekly basis. He is so supportive of Sofia and so completely in love with her.

Submitted by: Anonymous

Jawbone O'Shaughnessey - He/Him

Campaign: Fantasy High, Dimension 20 LIVE, The Seven

Who is he?

Jawbone O'Shaughnessey is a werewolf and former drug dealer for The Black Pit. He is now employed as a guidance counselor at Aguefort Adventuring Academy.

Why is he the NPC of All Time?

"He’s a werewolf, he’s a punk, he wears cardigans. He’s here to fuck shit up and help children. He once have head to a border patrol agent with genital warts. He’s a former drug dealer, current school guidance counselor, and your friend’s hot adopted dad. He definitely had passionate sex with Garthy O’Brien at least once. He’ll jump into a dragon’s mouth to protect a bunch of high school kids after giving you a hug and an unethical amount of anxiety meds. What more do you need to know?"

Submitted by: Anonymous

Ragh Barkrock - He/Him

Campaign: Fantasy High, Dimension 20 LIVE

Who is he?

Ragh is a huge, beefy-looking half-orc barbarian. Like most of the members of the Owlbears, he wears a letterman jacket.

He is a stereotypical dumb jock and is very violent most of the time, but he is much more insecure and friendly than he first seems. He had a crush on his best friend, Dayne Blayde, and struggled with his sexuality for a long time until he began to come to terms with it in Prompocalypse. His home life is stressful as his mother is unwell, and he still struggles with his anger a lot, but with the help of the school counselor, Jawbone, he's learning to deal with it in healthier ways. He helps run the LGBT+ alliance at the school and found some great friends in the Bad Kids, especially his fellow Owlbears, Fabian and Gorgug. Dayne and Coach Daybreak were never very nice to him, seeing him more as muscle than anything else, so he's very grateful for the kindness and support he receives from the Bad Kids.

Why is he the NPC of All Time?

"Reformed bully becoming proud of who he is and protecting his fellow bad kids"

"GLASS-EATING HOMOSEXUALISM KING."

Submitted by: @xvynth and Multiple Anonymous People