#and its such a punch in the fucking stomach that i HAVE to cause youve gotta do both to get hired

[didnt-hear-cold-as-you-live]

What’s a good movie to watch while I drink my feelings haha asking for definitely not me!!!!!!

[xgryffinwhore]

september nights

request:  i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.” 

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.” 

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door,  feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you. 

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you. 

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations. 

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

 you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed. 

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne. 

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special. 

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again. 

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good  bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his. 

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek. 

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers. 

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs. 

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Part 3.

Summary. Iwazuimi thinks up an awful idea to help Kentarou get his anger out.

Warnings. Vomit, chipped tooth, blood. Sad boi Kentarou

Kentarou walked with you still in his grip till you were off school grounds. The cold air stung your legs and all you wanted to do was lay down.. and check what that cracking noise was. Kentarou dropped his grip on you and your hand went straight to your mouth to rub at your cheek in little circles, fuck it hurt..

After a minute you decided to just reach in and see if anything was broken, your jaw ached from having to open up so wide but you ignored it. Kentarou watched you with a tilted head and twitching eyebrow. Oh please, he thought. As if you broke any..-

When he watched you pull out a chipped tooth his fingers reached out to you for a minute making the veins in his hands dance around against his skin. The wince your body did when you pulled it out sent a chill up his spine. Oh shit, oh fuck. Why. Dammit. The look you gave him was fake, he knew it. He could see it in your eyes you wanted to break down right there.

You waved your other hand around assuring him it was fine, unsure if you should talk or not. You needed to get home though, and fast.. Kentarou watched you limp for a few steps till you almost fell. He caught you and pulled your arm over his shoulders and grabbed your side with his free one helping you steady.

“Just tell me where your damn house is” was all he said too you.

You felt relieved slightly but.. everything still hurt. You guided Kentarou to your home and you had to make up some story for your parents when they saw the state you were in; swollen cheeks, ripped knee high and holding your stomach. You told them some thug tried to rob you and Kentarou saved you. They believed you and before they could thank him he already left.

•••

Kentarou was already down the street far away from you, hurting you. God damn it this was not helping his anger. If anything it made it worse. He pulled his phone from his pocket dialing , when Iwazuimi answered he punched a brick wall. “This isint working. I chipped her god damn tooth .” He growled leaning into the cold hard building staring at his now bloody knuckles watching the blood trickle down the lines in his fingers dripping down to his wrist slithering to his elbow. “I was so angry ..seeing her in those fucking thigh highs. I know everyone was looking at her” he rolled facing the brick wall running his nails along it waiting for Iwazuimi to say something.

Iwazuimi was quiet while his friend unloaded on him. Yeah, this was a awful idea why did he come up with this Iwa-Kun you dunce. They would be in real hot water if you told anyone but you really seemed like you wouldint do that. “Kentarou, i need to tell you something about her.” There was a long pause on both ends if you dont count Kentarous endless heavy huffing and puffing. After a long thinking session Iwa-Kun spoke up .

Kentarou grabbed his side, he felt very hot all of a sudden, his head heavy and his throat felt like it had a heavy piece of food in it. He heaved a few times trying to steady his breathing but it was no use. He was down on his knees staring at the vomit on the ground in front of him , his phone on his lap. He coughed a few times and leaned forward grabbing his phone , his free arm above his head his fingers in his buzz cut. He felt like total shit and now his stomach was aching hard from rejecting his lunch. A few tears fell from his eyes down his cheeks . “She likes watching.. me play..”

Iwazuimi had to go fetch Kentarou himself because he really could not get home himself right now. Seeing his friend in such a state. The Mad Dog as Oikawa called him, was on his knees hunched over his own vomit crying into the cold cement unable to pull himself together. The fact that you enjoyed watching him play made him sick to his stomach. You enjoyed someone as mean as him, as pushy.. as abusive as him. You were not a chew toy. You were a gift . A god damn gift.

Iwazuimi pulled his friend up handing him some water that he sipped and spit back out to freshen his mouth for the time being. He leaned on the third year all the way home not saying anything at all. He wasint gonna talk and Iwazuimi was not going to force him. The whole walk home he tried to think about what to do to make this up to you .. if he even could.

Iwazuimi took the time to reflect on this whole event that he caused. You were so innocent and shy, not a bruise to be seen on your body, should he tell Kentarou that youve been wanting to approach him? Maybe. But now was not the right time, and it might mean more if you say it yourself. He got Kentarou home safe and sound and Iwazuimi went home himself. Both boys thought long and hard about this whole situation.

•

The next day you were in so much pain all over; your stomach was on fire and you had a bruise on your left knee and right cheek. You wanted to wear thigh highs but it was probably not a good idea.. You did though use make up to cover up your purple cheek. You fixed your hair and left for school , heart beating fast. The whole night you were awake thinking about what happened. The look he had on his face when he saw you stumble along looked pained and shocked as of he was thinking “i caused that.” Was he okay? Was he sad…

Kentarou avoided you all day; dodging you whenever he saw you or giving you an angry look whenever you locked eyes. You were limping and everytime you tried to walk towards him he just took off in the other direction blending in with the crowd of other teens. He was no where to be found at lunch either, not at his usual spot with his team eating a melon bun. He would be at practice though. And you were gonna ask him if he was okay.

After school you walked slowly towards the gym holding your stomach rubbing tbe giant bruise you had on it. You were in so much pain but you had to ignore it for now. You were almost there.

When you did arrive Oikawa was coming up behind you passing you with a smile on his face and a slightly purple nose. He dipped down to your height grinning at you. “Y/n chan! How can i help you?”

“Kawa.. is..” god you needed to sit down.. “Kentarou here..”

Oikawa tilted his head looking over his shoulder raising his voice. “Iwa-kuuuuun!!!!”

“Dont call me that!!!!!!!” He yelled from the gym.

“ is Mad Dog -Chan in there?”

“He went home sick!!!”

Oikawa looked back at you and rubbed your head. “He went home sick y/n chan.”

“O..ok..” you swayed.

“Hes a little mean though, id pick another favorite player , im available.” He smiled at you.

You fainted in his arms and Oikawa almost didint catch you. He cursed yelling into the gym and everyone ran out , Iwazuimi picked you up in his arms and the Coach told him to bring you to the infirmary.

•

You woke up to see Iwazuimi leaning iver the bed with his hands in his hair . You reached out touching his arm and within a second he looked up sighing with relief. He grabbed your hand with both of his apologizing over and over.

“Uhm. .. Iwa..Kun..”

“Y/n i am so..-“

“Is .. he really sick..”

“He threw up his lunch , he was eating too fast but…..”

“Iwa..?”

Iwazuimi told you about last night, he left out Kentarou crying but he told you about him vomiting and needing him to help the poor guy home.

“Will.. will he be okay for the game?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

“He avoided me all day..”

“I know y/n. He mostly hung around with me today.”

“I dont.. regret any of this.”

Iwazuimi lowered his head into his arms, still holding your hand. “You think you can change him”

“I can try.”

“Hes a good person.. its just stuck under his tough exterior.”

You rubbed his hand with your thumb. “I know, ill find it”

•

Your parents had come to pick you up and you were given heavy medicine and ordered to lay in bed all day and tomorrow. The game was the day after tomorrow and you prayed you would be okay to go. You would not be at school tomorrow either…

Slowly you pulled your phone from the night stand opening it up to see no messages. Should you..? You opened up your contacts staring at his name for a long few minutes, you were shaking a little. It was just a text. Thats all. Its not like you would see him soon anyway. You took in a deep sigh sending out a text.

🎾i wont be at school tomorrow. But i will see you at the game, i hope your doing okay.

Kentarou was in bed staring at the celing. Watching you limp around the damn school broke his heart into tiny pieces. The fact that he caused such pain to you, someone that enjoyed watching him play. Someone who always had a smile on their face when they asked how his day was… He rolled over squeezing his pillow in disgust. He hated himself, who he was, what he put you through. His phone buzzed and it was Iwazuimi texting him telling him what happened today which broke him even more. God damn it, and Oikawa of all people . He didint reply but he did get another text, from you this time.

His body sunk down and felt very heavy, after everything he put you though, giving you stupid rules, ripping your thigh highs, shoving you into the wall, making you faint at school from kicking your stomach. And chipping your god damn tooth.. you still wanted to make sure he was okay. ..

The text he sent you made you cry instantly, why.. why.. you wanted to be near him, hear him out. Make him feel better..

😡Stay away from me.

•

@squeaky-ducky

[eryiss]

10 / 20 / 24 / 31/ 61 / 92 / 96 / 102 one of those in case you wanna explore some bdsm themed stuff maybe? there's a lot for dom!laxus and sub!freed and more dom!freed content would just be really 👌🏻👌🏻 maybe youve got a specific kink for them in this set up that you can see nut havent gotten to write yet 🤔

Prompt: ‘I’m waiting’, ‘Behave’, ‘Say it’, ‘I’m not going to touch you unless you beg’, ‘I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.’  Prompt List here

Pairing: Fraxus

Raiting: Explicit N S F W

Read it Elswhere: AO3, Fanfiction

Warning: Contains minor public humiliation, sadomasochism and rough sex. 

"I'm not going to touch you unless you beg."

"Come on Laxus," Freed said with a smirk, tapping his finger against the table. "I'm waiting."

Laxus was blushing red, fidgeting where he stood. He was in the guildhall, surrounding by almost all of his male guildmates in various states of undress. They were holding a guy's night, and somebody – Loke – had suggested they all play strip poker. The hall was a mass of muscles and underlying sexual tension between men, which was most obvious between Laxus and Freed.

The two were the final men playing, being the best at the game. Freed had somehow managed to only remove his coat during the process, whereas Laxus had been stripped to his trousers only. The trousers he had just lost to Freed.

Which was where the issue lay. Laxus wasn't wearing his regular boxers. Or regular underwear at all.

He and Freed's schedules hadn't aligned well over the last few weeks, meaning their sex life had taken a hit. This was the first night they would have together and Laxus was going to make the most of it. To make sure it happened, when dressing himself in the morning, Laxus had swapped out his boxers for the sexiest underwear he had. He knew that Freed would be driven wild by the knowledge Laxus had been wearing them all day. He regretted that as much as he regretted being forced into playing the damn game.

But he couldn't get out of it, everyone was looking at him. They were taking the game seriously as well. Once a piece of clothing was discarded it was put in one of Freed's rune traps; Freed himself had to give his clothes to Grey so they were frozen solid. Nobody would allow him to get out of his forfeit. So he took an unsteady breath, pulled down his pants, and stood with his blush.

He was now wearing nothing but a leopard print jockstrap in front of his guildmates.

The reaction was loud and instant. Most people laughed, someone wolf whistled at his expense, and the dragon slayer was flushed completely red. He looked down at the floor to avoid anyone's eyes, hands covering the bulging pouch between his legs. His hands were pulled away, almost instantly. When he looked up, it was Freed.

"Hands behind your head," He said, authoritatively. Laxus complied. "There was a clear intention when you put this on. Tell me what it is."

"C'mon Freed," Laxus murmured, embarrassed. He couldn't deny he was turned on though.

"Say it, Laxus," Freed demanded. "Although, if you'd rather walk home dressed like this than have me teleport you home, you can remain quiet."

"I just fuckin'… I wanted to turn you on," He confessed, and again people laughed. "And I knew this would do it. And I knew you get pissed off when I wear leopard print because you think I look stupid, and that'd get you to take charge and... and dom me."

Freed was looking at him with predatory eyes, and Laxus' cock started to harden at the sight of it. He wanted to cover himself, but he didn't.

"Good day, gentlemen," Freed said. "I hope you enjoy the rest of your night."

A moment later, Freed pushed his hand against Laxus' chest. A rush or runes enveloped the both of them and a moment later Laxus saw that they were in their home, in their living room. A little overwhelmed by the teleportation, Laxus could only stand as Freed quickly cast further spells, all of which bound Laxus in place. Hands cuffed together high above his head; legs spread wide with a bar of purple magic and shackles around his ankles. He was fully trapped at Freed's mercy, exactly what he had wanted.

His cock was fully hard now, watching as Freed walked to a small chest and pulled out a long leather stick; a riding crop. The blonde's cock lurched at the sight; the crop was something Freed only brought out when he was going hard as a dom. After the last time it had been used, Laxus had been left with whip marks, a limp and wet dreams that plagued him for a week.

And Freed looked more determined now.

"I'm disappointed in you Laxus," Freed commented, gently dragging the metal tip of the crop against Laxus' bare stomach. "When you entered that game, you accepted the risk of having your little secret exposed like this. And I'm not happy with that. Because seeing you like this – flushed and horny and humiliated – is a privilege for me only."

With three quick hits of the crop to Laxus' left thigh, the blonde hissed and gritted his teeth. He could take much more than this, and both knew it.

"You, for the rest of the night, you're going to behave, correct?"

Fully knowing that it was only going to make whatever Freed had planned for him more painful, Laxus looked him directly in his eye and said nothing. Freed gritted his teeth a little in annoyance, took a step forward and pushed the crop against Laxus' bulging jock.

"I said will," He punctuated the word with a hit to Laxus' thigh.

"You," The next hit was on his stomach.

"Behave?" The final hit was to Laxus' balls.

A groan of pain left Laxus' lips as he tried to double over and protect his manhood, but the magic cuffs around his wrists didn't allow him. He breathed in heavily in an attempt to adjust to the pain settling in his gut, and Freed allowed him a moment of respite. He made sure to rub the crop over Laxus' hot skin as he did so, making sure that Laxus couldn't forget the potential for further pain if he disobeyed Freed. It was fucking indescribable how much that turned Laxus on.

Once Laxus was looking up, his balls now just radiating pain rather than stinging from it, Freed was crossing his arms. He was looking at Laxus with a patronising expression, and it sent blood to the blonde's already hard dick.

"You want me to touch you, don't you?" He demanded, and Laxus nodded.

Freed didn't say anything. But the magical bounds keeping Laxus in place started to tug at him, stretching his limbs and making an already uncomfortable position worse. Laxus gritted his teeth at the feeling and couldn't help but let out a moan. Freed really knew how to make a masochist out of Laxus.

"I'm not going to touch you, Laxus, until you're fucking begging for it."

It sent a thrill down Laxus' entire body , and he bucked his hips into the air without intending to. Freed saw this, and gave him three strikes with the crop across the chest. They all stung and Laxus let out a shuddering moan in response.

"Touch me," Laxus whimpered, voice quiet and wavering. "Please touch me. It's been weeks and I've not felt you and its been driving me mad."

So Freed did touch him, in the form of punching him hard in the gut. Laxus cock leaked with precum at the rough treatment; Freed was going so much harder than he had the last time they'd played with dom and sub roles, and Laxus was fucking enjoying it. Being able to put himself at Freed's mercy completely, with him in control of everything Laxus felt and did, was indescribable. And the pain he was in, the feeling of subservience, replaced everything.

There was no stress. There were no other worries. There was just Freed and him.

"Was that what you wanted?" Freed teased in a whisper. "Because if you want something else, be more specific."

Laxus opened his mouth, but Freed punched his stomach again. Laxus could take more and they both knew it, but Freed left his front and started to walk around the bound man. Laxus couldn't see him, but knew that he would be looking him up and down like he was a piece of meat. The degradation sent a thrill down him; only Freed could make him like this and it was hot as fuck.

"What time did you put this on," Freed demanded as he hooked his finger under the elastic waistband of the jockstrap, snapping it against Laxus' waist.

"About eight," Laxus mumbled, arms aching a little.

"So, it's been about fourteen hours of you wearing it without me knowing. Fourteen should be enough," Freed said.

Just as Laxus tried to understand what Freed was alluding to, his eyes widened. Freed had just slapped his ass hard with the palm of his hand; he had just spanked him! Laxus had never been spanked before, and the feeling was both unfamiliar and exhilarating. It sent ripples of sharp pain through his body, and to know that his lover was the one to cause it made the entire situation so much hotter. The pouch of his jockstrap was straining around his dick now, and Laxus could barely handle it.

Another slap hit his ass. Then another. Then another.

"I don't hear any begging, Laxus," Freed snapped, and the blonde moaned. "If you don't want me to touch you, I can stop and leave you here."

"No, don't stop," Laxus whined. "Please touch me. Spank me, fuck me, I don't fucking care. I just wanna feel you."

Another slap hit his ass. Then another. His ass was stinging hard now.

"Please don't stop," Laxus begged. "I just wanna feel you all over me. Hurt me, make me feel good. Do whatever the hell you want form me, just don't stop!"

"Louder," Freed demanded with another slap.

"Fucking hit me!" Laxus shouted. "Make me hurt all over. It makes me so hot and I want it so bad."

"Louder!" Freed demanded again, slapping Laxus' ass harder now. "Forget your pride, embrace your need. Because I know you can be a hell of a lot louder than that."

"Fucking spank me!" Laxus yelled at the top of voice. "Make me a hole for you to abuse. Make me full of cum. I don't give a shit what you do to me just keep fucking going."

"Count them out for me," Freed demanded.

Slap. "Nine!"

It was both exhilarating and embarrassing to follow Freed's orders. It made him feel powerless in the best way possible; he would always relinquish power to Freed.

Slap. "Ten!"

His ass was stinging hard now, and no doubt looked red as hell. It was the last thing in his mind, the constant pain was intense and brilliant.

Slap. "Eleven!"

He spoke with a quiver in his voice, and his dick was pushing against the leopard print silk covering his dick.

Slap. "Twelve."

Slap. "Thirteen."

Slap. "Fourteen."

The final three spanks had come in quick succession, and it drove Laxus over the edge. The intense pain flooding through him went straight to his dick, and an orgasm rocked him. He shot spurt after spurt of cum into his jockstrap, his weight only being carried by the magical bounds as he collapsed into them, moaning.

Freed was watching him with a raised eyebrow, and Laxus tried to recover from the hard pleasure that had overtaken him. The rune mage placed his hand on Laxus' left pec from behind, kneading his chest and toying with his nipple.

"You got more in you?" He demanded, voice hard. Laxus knew this was Freed offering him an out if he wanted it.

"I can't stop until you say so, right?" Laxus whimpered back.

That was more than enough for Freed to continue. He made a quick gesture with his hands, runes flickering around his fingers, and Laxus found himself dragged by his bounds to the floor. His knees hit the hard wood with a crack, and he winced at the pain. A band of magic formed tight around his waist, suspended from the ceiling. Laxus was now positioned on all fours, ass in the air, and his dick was already hard again.

"I wouldn't want you to spoil these further," Freed commented.

Laxus could do nothing but stay still as Freed slid the jockstrap from his crotch, drops of cum hitting the floor. Freed walked before Laxus, crouching in front of him with the cum stained jock in his hands and a smirk on his face. He tilted Laxus head up a little with his finger, forcing eye contact.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you," Freed stated. It wasn't a question.

"Yes," Laxus admitted, red. "Yes, sir."

Freed's smirk became more obvious at the use of a title. "Well, since you've been so good, I'll do just that. But if you can come that hard and scream that loud from something as little as spanking then I fear you might even break through my soundproofing runes when we get to something really intense. But I have a remedy for that. Open your mouth."

Laxus did as instructed, and his cum stained jock was forced into his mouth and tied behind his head.

He gagged a little around it. The smell of his cum mixed with the sweat of the day filled his sensitive senses, and the minor humiliation of the situation made him moan into the impromptu gag. A small slither of drool slipped out of his mouth as he looked to Freed.

His husband took a moment to admire Laxus' state. Then almost teasingly, Freed began to remove his clothing. His actions were slow and calculating, and all that was missing was music to make this a strip tease. Laxus wanted nothing more to crawl to the man and ravish him; but of course he couldn't do it. He just had to watch as Freed teased him, until he was fully naked in all his sexy, strong body.

If his mouth wasn't gagged, Laxus would have moaned at the sight.

Freed stood over him, looking down at him with a patronising smile. His dick was hard, inches from Laxus' face, and the blonde strained to feel it against his lips. The bounds kept him in place, and he blushed as Freed laughed at his neediness.

"So impatient," Freed taunted.

With a smirk, Freed lowered himself to his knees behind Laxus, positioned himself behind Laxus' reddened ass, and pushed himself in. Laxus moaned loudly into his jock, more drool leaving his lips as he was fucked doggy style. Freed was relentless with his thrusts, caring little for Laxus' comfort as he rammed his dick deep inside of him again and again.

Laxus tried to push back against Freed, but the band of magic around his waist made him completely still. But the feeling of Freed filling his tight, stinging ass was orgasmic, and Laxus' cock was quivering again. It was so overwhelming, so degrading and empowering at the same time. Laxus couldn't handle it.

Freed came first, roaring as he pushed deep inside of him

Laxus followed a second later, practically seeing stars as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His cock shot hot streaks of cum onto the floor as he shivers in pleasure, a gurgled moan being muffled by the gag in his mouth.

Overwhelmed by the feeling, Laxus almost didn't feel himself being released by the bondage spells. He collapsed onto the floor, with Freed panting while lying above him.

"You are," Freed panted as he removed the gag. "You are categorically wearing this thing again."

"If this is what happens," Laxus grinned a horny grin. "I ain't wearing anything else again."

[foxgivenblank]

a more wholesome prompt? youve been penpaling marzia for quite some time and when you decide its time to her, you meet fe as well. as you visit her though, you notice that both her and fe are a little different. she talks about felix all the time but the way they were acting was so weird. they were friendly but seemed too friendly. you didnt mind it and before u went back home they told u that they both liked u. after a few months, u just move in with them and make the ultimate couple ✌😎✌ - 🌻

that sounded better in my head oops - 🌻

No worries! So, sorta like a companion piece the the Mark and Amy triad idea?

What the ever living f u c k was this. I. What the fuck. Take it. Take the fucking thing oh my god

IT’S ALL FUCKING FLUFF WHAT THE FUCK

It’s 1700 words oh my freaking jesus christ

Marzia would be a great penpal. Each letter had cute flowers, hearts and other doodles written on the edges and the paper always smelled like perfume and herbs. You had no idea how she managed it, but you loved opening the letters and getting a wave of comfort every time.

You still couldn’t believe that you had somehow been lucky enough to get to speak with her. Writing. Whatever. Point was, you were always on cloud nine when you received her letters. And you always felt like such a clumsy oaf when you hand-wrote your responses back to her. You did your best to keep the letter positive, but after a few weeks you started discussing your anxiety around crowds and being around people. Surprisingly, she had similar problems. It was worse when her English was poor, but she was always worried about something she did impacting Felix, or being worried about what others would think of her new projects. It used to be a lot worse of course, before she became a little more comfortable, but knowing that even she still struggled with it made you relax your barriers. Made it easier to share with her your worries, anxieties and how much you valued her insights and friendship.

By the time you had been in contact for 6 months of back and forth letters she suggested audio calling for the first time. It took you longer than you wanted to admit to be comfortable doing so, as you were worried about everything; your voice, having to respond in real time and not being able to formulate multiple responses to pick between. After all of your worry and anxiety, the actual conversation well better than you could have dreamed and you felt so lucky to have her friendship.

Audio calls became more commonplace. You would still write to each other, but it wasn’t uncommon to see the two of you chatting one a week or every other week, seeing as you both had busy schedules. After a year, Marzia finally proposed that you spend a week vacation with her in Brighton. She knew you had quite a bit of time saved up, and she was willing to host you so you only had to worry about the cost of the plane tickets.

For the weeks leading up to the visit, you couldn’t keep the wide smile off your face and everybody thought you had found somebody to date. If only they knew the truth! The plane ride seemed to last an eternity and it was just as uncomfortable as you remembered. As such, when you exited the plane you were cranky, hungry and ready for a nap. Though you froze when you realized you had no idea if Marzia even knew what you looked like. You had never video chatted and you couldn’t remember if you included any pictures in the letters.

Internally freaking out you made your way to the baggage claim in a daze, mindlessly picking up your bag and dragging it to the departing area, following the crowd. A chirp had you pulling out your phone to find a message from Marzia. They’re doing their best to avoid the crowd and she had messaged you the level and space in the garage.

Scanning the walls you break off from the crowd and make your way to the elevator, punching the correct floor for the parking garage and impatiently tapping your leg as you crawled at a snail’s pace. 

Navigating the garage was an, experience, but you were finally able to find the correct space and you couldn’t help but beam a smile at Marzia. She leapt up off the trunk of the car and pulled you into a warm, tight hug. Not suffocating but perfectly relaxing.

Felix calling out to grumble about leaving before the traffic got even worse had you scrambling to push your bag into the trunk and slide into the car, blushing and not sure what to do with your hands. Marzia did her best to coax you out of your shell, but it was difficult. You had completely forgotten that Felix would be there too. How did you forget, oh my god you didn’t prepare for this.

At the end of the ride you were at least able to verbally respond again, but due to the day of travel, the shock of remembering Felix would be there and finally being able to see Marzia in person... You were drained. Absolutely exhausted and you couldn't stop apologizing to Marzia. She wouldn’t let you say a word about it though, repeatedly telling you that it was okay and that of course you could go to sleep and no it didn’t matter if it was 10 in the morning a nap would do you some good. And honestly she expected it, travel was always hard on the body.

As soon as you flopped down on the bed you were out. Body even more exhausted then you expected. When you groggily came to several hours later you could feel gentle fingers combing through your hair and you let out a confused mixture of sounds. Making a plaintive noise when the fingers paused. A soft giggle had you lifting your head and blinking owlishly at Marzia. You flushed and scrambled to sit up, embarrassed. She doesn’t say anything of the situation, but she does let you know it’s mid afternoon and both her and Felix were making some snacks if you were interested. Still too embarrassed to speak, you jerk your head in an approximation of a nod.

Fortunately, Marzia doesn’t tease you more than that, just let’s you know where the bathroom was so that you could take a quick shower and feel more awake.

Eating with Marzia and Felix was, an experience. You were still shy around both of them, not really knowing how to act, but you were at least able to participate in the conversation this time, instead of going nonverbal like this morning.

After the food, Marzia proposes a movie while Felix begs off to go to the office and get some recording and editing in. You flush again, and apologize since you know he missed quite a bit of work time today since they had to pick you up from the airport. He waves off your apology, not irritated since he was able to spend more time with Marzia.

You and Marzia watch movies the rest of the afternoon, sharing snacks and eventually, you reach the same level of back and forth that you had accomplished via voice calls. Laughing and snarking each other back and forth. Even Felix coming home with take out dinner didn’t cause you to regress and and get flustered.

The rest of the week passes in a similar manner, Felix popping in and out of the flat to complete his work at the office while you and Marzia either watch movies and chat or take walks around the neighboring parks. At the end of the week, it wasn’t an uncommon sight for Felix to return to the both of you cuddled together and sleeping on the couch, movie long forgotten. The first time he had shook the two of you awake you had returned to your nonverbal state, blushing furiously. The next few times were a little better, but you still grew flustered when Marzia would wake you up by playing with your hair in the morning.

Even Felix was getting more comfortable with casual touches while the three of you prepared food together watched movies. You thought nothing of it. Just thinking it was a thing that they did. The last night you were there, it was another movie night. Horror this time. And you were terrified. Jumping at each scare and whining, wrapped up in the blanket and burying your face in Marzia’s shoulder whenever the monster would start chasing the humans. There had been a lull in the jumpscares and you felt a false sense of relaxation, the characters were figuring out the history of past humans that had been chased by the monster. And then the monster was there on the screen. You screamed. You were definitely embarrassed by that, but you screamed and completely dove toward Marzia, burying your face in her stomach and wrapping your arms around her sides, terrified and startled and embarrassed but how were you going to get out of this oh my god.

Marzia’s arms settling across your shoulders and her fingers stroking your hair and running along your scalp caused you to relax though. Sighing and enjoying the feeling. Feeling Felix’s hand settle heavily on your shoulder caused you to jump, but Marzia made sure to sooth your nerves with gentle rubs against your head. You fell asleep like that, and only woke up slightly to the gentle rocking motion of Felix carrying you into the guest bedroom. Still muzzy with sleep you grumbled and buried your face into his shoulder, complaining that he woke you up. Come morning, you were mortified and only Marzia coaxing you out of the room had you facing her and Felix.

Neither or them brought it up though, Marzia just giving you a kiss to your cheek and a pat to your head. Blushing as you caught sight of both her and Felix’s smirks. You shoved some fruit in your mouth to avoid answering or talking for a little longer yet.

Marzia then surprises you with a finger on your chin, lifting your head up from it’s bowed position. You blink wide eyed, confused. Before she leans in for a soft kiss. You’re sure you look shell shocked, and you’re also sure that your flush has descended into your whole body. It sure feels warm enough. You’re winding yourself into a panic attack before Felix’s hand settled on your head, ruffling your hair and making some dumb, sarcastic remarking that has you hiccuping a laugh.

It’s something that will need to get discussed, but seeing Marzia’s smile and Felix’s relaxed smug face-which, honestly, is just his default expression apparently-you can’t help but be relaxed too.

You’re not surprised when they ask you to come by for another vacation in a few months, and  you’re exciting to see where this goes. And this time, you would be the one to initiate a kiss.

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@loveisffandlattes

[lesbianskylor]

*slides you five bucks* holly,,,,holly,,,pls give me greenlove headcanons,,,,the world Must Know

greenlove hcs

so . greenlove is this super poly ship a lot of my friends and i came up with. we basically all made an oc and plopped them into a poly ship with lloyd uwu

so, ill explain the ocs to you first!

micah (owner - tumblr: witchlightsands ao3: whichlights) he/him bi flower boy. he a flower boy baby!!!! hes a flirty mess of a bi and is constantly supportive of lloyd. also he loves puns. bastard nerd

rhian (owner - tumblr: cynicalmiles ao3 - cynicalmiles) nb she/her ace pan. she has the elemental power of magic! she also has two dads (nyx and max) and a bro named jayden (owner - tumblr: lightning-jay23 ao3: lightning_jay23). good at makeup. the shortest lol. she’s in the exact middle of the bastard/nerd/dumbass/valid scale

myan (owner - tumblr: qibliwinter/lesbianskylor (HEHEHEHE ME) ao3: hollyus) he/they pan. depending on the au, he’s a vet student or a volunteer or owner of a shelter! he has a dog named scritch and he’s pretty much, besides micah, the most normal one of the greenlove gang. valid nerd

bo (owner - ao3: Nagasha) she/her grayace demiro. she’s a coolass serpentine (hypnobrai)!! she grew up in a group of serpentine girls and she met lloyd at a p young age. probably the most down to earth one of the group. at the very top of valid nerd

ver (owner - tumblr: terezi-kin) he/they demiboy polysexual aro. ABSOLUTE meme trash. ASKJNDLSDFDK jokes are like, his defining personality trait at this point honestly. tall bitch but not the tallest. chaotic good dumbass bastard

celestien (owner - tumblr: iwillheckingfightyou/anywaylloydgarmadonistrans ao3: i_will_fight_you) nb they/them and arospec multisexual. tol long haired redhead, punches transphobes. they have two moms

also: here are more specific ship names

micah/lloyd - brightshipping

rhian/lloyd - emeraldshipping

rhian/micah/lloyd - sparkleshipping

myan/micah - m&mshipping

thats,, kind of all we have so far rip

OKAY - now we get into the actual hcs (which im SORRY miles youve probably heard them all in the discord nsdjkfldk)

rhian and myan are the shortest of the group, celestien and ver are the tallest

SO, rhian and myan totally ride on their shoulders and have a nerf gun fight

(in the circumstance his family is an owner of a shelter) myan and micah totally meet before meeting the others because myan has a shelter that’s like across the street from micah’s flower shop

at some point micah adopts a cat named skittles from the shelter and he cries when he first sees her bc shes so cute.

she’s around 2 years old and she’s a brown tabby with a white muzzle, paws, tip of tail, chest and stomach

she’s affectionate af

lloyd used to be single as fuck before greenlove and everybody made fun of him, so when he gets SIX WHOLE DATEMATES he laughs in their face

after the whole harumi fiasco the ninja DEFINITELY keep their eye on his datemates.

kai, to all of them: hey? hey! you hurt lloyd i hurt you

nya: (pulls out her samurai x dual swords) ill let you figure it out!

cole: ok yall seem chill but if you ever treat lloyd badly…youll regret the day you were born. anyways who likes video games here

jay: you better watch out…you better watch out…yOU BETTER WATCH OUT… YOU BETTER WATCH

zane: (gives off sense of intense protecting of lloyd)

anyways, it is eventually proven that the greenlove squad are all also extremely protective of lloyd (esp after all the shit he went through) and would never hurt him intentionally so all the ninja become cool with them

greenlove is the lloyd protection squad.

all of the greenlove squad minus lloyd: i am the lloyd guardian. guardian of the lloyd

the ninja: morro quivers before them!

greenlove gang minus greenie to morro: FUCK OFF

ver constantly tortures micah with memes and jokes

though,,, they do bond over puns

ver: you wanna go?

lloyd: yea

ver: on a date with me?

ver: OH YOU DO

ver: OHHHH

lloyd: YOU ACT LIKE I FELL FOR A CUNNING PRANK IM YOUR BOYFRIEND YOU EGG

lloyd: turtles turn up

myan: hell yeah go turtles

lloyd: dead on beaches

myan: oh dear god

greenlove: (just doing shit)

ver: wait

ver: so bo’s a snake person yeah

bo: …well, the term is serpentine, but..yeah??

micah: yea- oh god ver no

ver: we’re all scalies

bo: oh, um? i dont quite get what you mean, but his name is skales! not sure how he would react to you calling him, uh, skalie?

lloyd: (wheeze)

myan has, lots of grandchildren and children

(hint: they’re all animals)

myan, when a cat gives birth: hey guys look! its our 34th grandchild :)

rhian’s basically besties with nya

whenever she goes out on a date with lloyd, nya does her makeup, and kai does lloyd’s makeup (since nya and kai are makeup masters obvs)

any love song that’s sweet and nice: plays

all of the greenlove members simultaneously: HOLY SHIT ITS OUR SONG-

celestien: happy one year babe!

ver: 

ver: im 18

celestien is ur friendly neighborhood anarchist :)

they have a discord with the ninja & co (aka adding on skylor and pixal) named “0 days since our last nonsense”

ver: @everybody

kai: i will kick your ass if you tag everybody again

ver: @here

kai: bitch

ver: (feigning innocence) but you didn’t say dont tag here :) :)

kai: fucker

nobody ever. ever. EVER gives ver mod/admin permissions. it happened once and theyll never make the same mistake again

my hc shortest from tallest is rhian, myan, bo, lloyd, micah, ver, celestien

celestien when they’re around tiny animals: (tearing up) you are so small? i could crush you? you’re just? so tiny?

micah dramatically during christmas: ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS , IS YOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUU

bo: micah i know you’ve been telling us this again and again for the like past 6 hours?

ver: you know what’s my music taste? youtube channel historyteachers.

ver, yelling at the top of their lungs: this plague is bubonic! B-U-B-O-N-I-C

ver: im factkin with the lady thats always singing in those videos

he listens to it so much that all his s/os can recite renaissance man to you on instant if you asked them to

myan: love is dead. you leave me as i lay here sick and festering. you have betrayed me

lloyd: woah whats up?

myan: my dog stole my fuckign popcorn

their older siblings/parents trade embarrassing stories about them and its just terrible for them but really amusing for their older siblings/parents

kai (lloyd), nyx, max (rhians dads), the reols parents (micah), myans parents, vers parents, the snake girl gang (bo), and celestiens moms: (cackling evilly)

bo: so, i was doing this and my friend-

micah: wait

bo: what

micah: oh my god myan and rhian rhyme,

rhian (before they started dating): writes her name on something

myan: holy SHIT THATS HOW YOU SPELL IT?

celestien nickname cel and rhian nickname rhi cause its cute

thATS MY HCS FOR GREENLOVE WHICH I LOVE!!!!!!!! sorry for taking for fucking ever

also if yall want to request hcs then Sure but from now on with hcs being put onto my inbox ill take them as suggestions- meaning, ill delete them if i dont feel like doing them (if you ask off anon ill post privately that i dont want to do it, if on anon ill just delete it lol)

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

What we’ve always wanted!

wildefire said:If you’re still doing requests I’d like to know if you could do a stucky x reader skit? Where the reader and has a sort of jealous animosity towards the bous, and the rest of the team gets tired of it so they get locked in the gym together?

I hope this is okay. Sorry it’s taken me a while, I kinda struggled with it strangely.

Y/N: Where are you?x

Steve: out with Bucky, why?x

Y/N: Oh... we were meeting for lunch, remember?x

Steve: yes?

- Sorry doll. I completely forgot.

- Bucky says you’re welcome to join us. Will you? Please?x

Y/N: I’m okay, thanks. It was only for a catch up x

I sighed as I walked into the common area with my earphones in, blasting AC/DC. Thanks, Tony. I had’t been back to the tower all day and I’d been avoiding any calls. I just needed to be on my own for a bit. Sometimes I found being an Avenger overwhelming. I wasn’t a ‘super-soldier’ like Steve or an amazing assassin like Natasha. I was a computer geek, a hacker so to speak.

For what seemed like the 100th time my phone rang and I hung up. Suddenly my earphones were pulled out of my ears scaring the hell outta me. “What the-”

Steve frowned down at me, his arms folded over his chest. “Why’d you hang up?”

I rolled my eyes with a sigh. “I’m in the tower. I was gonna come and find you.” I lied, hoping Steve wouldn’t look into it.

“Right, so, you’ve been where, all day?” Steve shrugged his shoulders as he asked in his Cap voice. I rolled my eyes again at him. “Y/N! Stop, with the eye rolling, it’s annoying.” he sighed.

I shook my head, looking him up and down. “Where are you off?” I referred to his appearance.

“Oh, Bucky, Sam and I are going out for the night.” he beamed. My face dropped at his words. “Don’t change th-”

“Are you kidding me?” I creased my brow.

“What?” he shrugged.

“It’s Saturday night.” I said like it was obvious. He shrugged again. “We were gonna watch the next series of Sherlock, together.” I frowned.

“Oh, we’ve already watched it.” Bucky pattered my shoulder as he walked past me. I growled a little as I watched him enter the elevator with Sam.

I turned back to face Steve. “Why’d you watch it with, him? That was our thing.” I frowned.

Steve began laughing at me. “C’mon, doll. I can watch it again with you.”

I shook my head. “No you can’t. You’ve ruined it.” I sighed pushing passed him.

Bucky sighed dramatically. “You’re such a baby...C’mon, Punk. Let’s go.”

After binge watching Sherlock for about seven hours in my room, I headed down to the kitchen to get something to eat. It was well after 1am so most Avengers will have already turned in for the night. “Isn’t, it, past your bed time?” I ignored Bucky as I passed him, Steve, Sam, Natasha and Thor who were in the common area drinking. “See! I told you, she hates, ME!” he laughed.

I stood in the kitchen making myself a sandwich for myself trying to ignore the laughter in the next room. “Okay, what’s up your butt?” Nat asked from behind me.

“Nothing.” I shrugged.

“Y/N, don’t try to lie to me. I know you like the back of my hand.” she smirked as she stood next to me. “Spill, now.” she demanded.

I sighed putting the knife I had in my hand down. “I- I just... feel, I dunno-” I shrugged shaking my head. “Lonely.” I frowned looking up at her. “Without... Steve.” I dropped my head.

“Sexually?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

I screwed my face up ‘ewing’ at her. “What? No!” I shook my head almost gagging at the thought of me and Steve.

“OH MY GOD!” Bucky burst out laughing behind us. “That’s, hilarious!” he held his stomach as he bent over laughing. I groaned closing my eyes, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow me whole.

Steve ran into the kitchen along with Sam and Thor, all looking ready for an attack. “What’s wrong?” Sam asked.

“She- her-” Bucky couldn’t talk cause of the laughing. “Brother-”

“Brother?” Steve raised his eyebrow at Bucky before looking at me and Nat. “What’s going on, Y/N?”

I shook my head about to speak but Nat piped up first. “Y/N is lonely, without you.” my eyes widened. “Possibly sexually?”

Steve and I pulled a face of disgust at each other as we stepped away from each-other. Bucky began laughing even more as did Sam. “I do not understand? I thought the two of you were, siblings?” Thor asked.

Bucky managed to calm his laughing down a little. “That’s, what I was trying, to, say.” he snickered. “It’d be like Nat asking me it.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“Well, you and Steve are a lot closer tha-” Nat looked at me, a smirk forming on her lips. “Ah...” I shook my head as I once again picked my sandwich up and began leaving the kitchen. Nat following closely. “Are you jealous?”

“No.” I sighed as I walked into my room, sitting back on my bed. “I don’t hate him, either.”

“You heard, him?”

I nodded taking a deep breath as I placing my plate on the bedside table. “I don’t, hate him, Nat.” I sighed looking down. “Thor was right. Me and Steve were so close at one point, he was like my big brother but, I dunno, ever since Bucky came back into the picture... Steve’s, forgotten me.” I admitted. “I didn’t have a family growing up and Steve was starting to feel like what I was missing.”

“Have you told him? Them?” she sat up looking at me.

I shook my head. “Every time I try to, they go off to do something... I mean, are they fucking?” I blurted out making Nat burst out laughing. I covered my mouth as I began laughing with her.

Nat: Don’t forget training this morning x

- Don’t be late! x

Y/N: Yeah yeah. See you in 5!x

I headed down to the gym to meet Nat for our early training session. After last night I wasn’t really in no mood for anyone. I pushed the door open expecting to see Nat already running on the treadmill or getting somethings out for our session. “Nat!” I shouted. “Nat?” I frowned as I lifted my wrist to look at my watch. “Asshole tells me not to be late.” I muttered.

“Language!” I jumped at the sound of Steve’s voice behind me. He chuckled as he walked over to me. “What you doing here?” he asked dropping his stuff next to me.

“Having a party.” I shrugged. Steve rolled his eyes looking away. “That’s annoying.” I smirked a little, mocking him. “Why are you here? Don’t you usually go for a run this early?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, but Buck wanted to train in here this morning.”

“The hell I did.” Bucky announced his arrival as he burst through the door. Both Steve and I frowned at his loudness. “You, were the one who wanted to train. You said it was a tea, thing.” he shrugged.

Before I could say anything else the sound of the doors being locked caught our attention. “YOU THREE AREN’T LEAVING UNTIL YOU TALK!” Natasha shouted through the door.

“About what?” Steve asked.

“Y/N knows!” Sam shouted.

I sighed shaking my head. Of course she told him. “There’s nothing to talk, about.” I answered.

“Not even the feeling lonely without, Steve?” Bucky smirked at me over his shoulder.

I rolled my eyes as I turned round to take a seat on the bench. “You make me sound creepy, saying it like that.” Bucky began laughing at me, making me annoyed. “Why do you think I hate you?” I asked.

“You do.” Bucky sighed resting his back against the doors.

I shook my head sighing. “I don’t, Bucky. How could I?... you’re lovely.” I smiled at him, making him look away trying to hide his reddening face.

“So, why do you, act, weird around, me?”

“Cause, I’m jealous.” I admitted.

“Of Bucky?” Steve chuckled taking a seat next to me.

“Thanks, Punk.” Bucky frowned at him.

Steve held his hand up in defence before putting his arm around me. “Y/N, you don’t need to be jealous of Bucky.”

“I’m not!” I got up quickly. “No offence dude but, my life is pretty good... apart from my parents dying when I was a kid...” I frowned. “I dunno, ever since you came back into the picture... Steve’s, forgotten me.” I admitted.

“I haven’t forgot about you, Y/N.” Steve admitted. “But, Bucky needs me more than-”

“No, I don’t.” Bucky sighed getting up. I watched him as he walked over to where we were. “Look Steve, I appreciate everything you and everyone has done for me so far but, I’m not a porcelain doll. You can leave me on my own once in a while.” he smiled placing his hand on Steve shoulder before sitting down next to him.

“I know, Buck, I just... worry, about you.” Steve sighed. “I’m sorry... to the both of you.”

There was silence in the gym for a brief moment before Bucky spoke up. “So, what are you jealous of?”

“Hmm... Steve’s like my big brother but I kinda feel like, he was just waiting for you... I didn’t have a family growing up and Steve was starting to feel like what I was missing.”

Bucky sighed getting up form the bench and stepped forwards. He hesitantly lifted his arms and wrapped them around me, pulling me into a hug. “Ya’know, I always wanted a little sister.” he smiled against the top of my head.

I wrapped my arms around him as I smiled into his chest, holding him closer. “Me too.” Steve joined the hug, making me laugh as they squashed me between the two of them.

“GET A ROOM!” Sam shouted, causing the three of us to let go of each other. “AH! What was that for?” I burst out laughing, knowing Natasha probably punched him in the arm for ruining a nice moment.