#and that’s what I’m afraid of—that being injected to be out under is going to feel like getting a lethal injection

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Mouse - Ateez- Yunho - Horror, Smut

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Pairing:  Yunho x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Horror themes, deadly escape room, multiple deaths, blood, violence, nightmares, being trapped, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, bondage, marking, spanking, oral (fem rec), fingering, mentions of multiple rounds, lying, secrets. I think that's all.

Word Count: 4868

Yunho had everything perfectly in place, nothing could stop things now. He nods at his little pawn, the man injecting his as well so that it wouldn’t look suspicious. Sure enough, he wasn’t the first one awake, and luckily for him neither were you. He wasn’t supposed to have preferences, but you were such a cute little mouse how could he not like you already? He felt it was special to get to watch you wake up, eyelashes fluttering so pretty. He wondered what it would take to get tears to fill those pretty eyes. Watching how panic set in as everyone tried the door only to find it locked. The distress on your face told him he might get you to cry sooner than he thought, but for now, he could play the savior. Going over and gently putting a hand on your arm.

“Hey, shh it’s okay. Look, there's six of us in here, we have to be able to find a way out somehow.” He gives you a small soft smile to try and reassure you feeling giddy when he sees you nod in agreement. “I’ll check in the corner, do you want to look with me?”

When you nod timidly he offers you his hand, leading you to the corner he mentioned. Letting you hide behind his large form. He only lets go of your hand to start looking through the bookshelf, smiling when you follow his lead. Looking around to see if the others were also looking for a way out.

“I’m Yunho by the way.” He tells you as he picks up another book, thumbing through it, despite already knowing exactly what was on the shelf.

“I’m Y/N.” You answer him and he nods.

“I would say it’s nice to meet you, but all things considered…” Yunho responds proud of himself when he gets a chuckle even if it’s tiny out of you.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault.” You shrug, if only you knew that it entirely was. Yunho turns to you sharply when he hears a sudden gasp, worried he’d forgotten something only to see you entirely unharmed.

“What is it?” Yunho asks, still looking over you just to be sure.

“I think I found something.” You say looking in the book, making Yunho hum looking over your shoulder, keeping his expressions in check. He was proud though, of course his little mouse would be smart enough to find something.

“Oh? I don’t see what it is?” Yunho watches as you point to the circled page number. 

“There’s only one in this book, but I’ve found a circled page in more than one book at this point. I don’t think it’s a coincidence.” You tell him, putting both books on a nearby table open to their pages.

“I think I saw one too.” Yunho says going to look through the books he set aside, handing you the ones with circled pages.

“We just have to figure out what to do with them then.” You say, seeming more energetic now as you’re starting to see some hope.

“Yeah, but I’m sure-” Yunho cuts off with a hiss of pain as a razor slips through the pages and slices open his palm.  As a result, Yunho drops the book and your attention falls fully onto him.

“Oh my god, Yunho are you okay?” You ask rushing over to him only his answer gets stopped by a loud thud followed by a scream. Both of you turning towards the commotion.

“A hammer… it…. I don’t… he opened the cabinet and it flung out at him.” The girl cries, hands trembling as she’s afraid to touch his body on the floor.

“Did you check for a pulse? I mean people can survive hits to the head sometimes.” You meekly speak up, Yunho saw the pool of blood under the man’s head though, and knew in this case he most likely hadn’t. Waiting for a second to confirm by checking for a pulse when he saw you both were too scared to. Feeling a faint one only to shake his head at you both.

“We need to get out of here right now!” The girl begins to panic.

“We’re working on it. Look for something we can use numbers for.” Yunho tells her and while she makes a face she doesn’t argue. The other two overhear and say they’ll look as well. Yunho turns to you, “Come on, let's see if there’s anything more we can find.”

“Wait! Let me look at your hand first.” You insist, reaching out to grab his wrist to look at his hand. You frown at the wound before taking the ribbon out of your hair and delicately wrap his hand. Your soft treatment made Yunho swoon internally, you were too perfect, he definitely made a mistake in bringing you here… it had to be a mistake. He had looked into you though, Y/N Park, before bringing you here and he never made mistakes, but you acted nothing like he had seen. He had to get you out… something was off.

“I’m not seeing anything with numbers!” The panicked girl huffs, “Why don’t you guys just force something open for us?”

“And risk setting something like that hammer off on us? I don’t think so.” One of the other guys counters.

“He’s right it’s too risky, but there isn’t anything with numbers.” The other guy shakes his head.

“What about the clocks?” Y/N asks, noticing how many there were in the room, “We have enough numbers to set a time on each of them.”

“Okay little miss smartypants you can test that one out yourself. I’m not putting my life on the line for your dumb idea.” The girl hisses harshly making the two men in the corner roll their eyes, Yunho glaring at her.

“It’s not a dumb idea.” Yunho assures you, “We just don’t know the order or which clock to start with.”

“Try alphabetical order for the books.” One of the guys speaks up, coming over to help organize the books like that and then into pairs.

“The title of the first book has west in it. The west wall only has one clock.” Yunho says following the directions painted onto the wall. “Maybe start there and put them in clockwise?”

Everyone except for sulking Ms. Prissy agrees, but no one moves to put the first time in. Yunho sighs before walking towards it until you grab his arm to stop him. Yunho looking at you confused.

“Maybe you shouldn’t… I mean what if it doesn’t work? What if it’s a trap?” You shakily mutter out.

“We have to try something and it’s a good idea, I’ll be fine.” Yunho assures you before going to the clock, everyone holding their breath. When he sets the time and nothing happens everyone relaxes some. Moving to put the other times in.

“Move. Get the fuck out of my way. I’m putting the last one in. I’m not going to owe anyone anything.” The little bitch shoves everyone aside to get to the last clock only to scream when she sets the time. Her hand pierced through in the center with an arrowhead. The door opening as well though, “Get me out of here!”

“If we pull you off that your hand will be in way worse shape, maybe too much to fix.” Yunho tells her, panic spreading through her once again, “You’re better off staying here and waiting for us to send help.”

She hesitated before nodding, “Okay, you better send help though.”

Everyone hesitates before leaving through the door. Yunho went last, turning to smirk and wave at the bitch before the door shut behind him startling everyone, “Oh! I guess we can’t go back in there now.” 

“It-It’s okay we can still get her help if we get out.” You say trying to be reassuring despite the uncertainty in your voice. Yunho looking at you and nodding as he pouts a little like she could actually stand a chance.

“Um guys, there’s a lot of different ways to go here, what should we do?” One of the guys says glancing around.

“Maybe we should split up? We’ll be able to cover more ground that way and hopefully find an exit faster.” Yunho suggests and although anxious the two guys nod and each pick a direction to go. Yunho’s brows furrow as you hesitate to go alone, “Hey, it’s okay, why don’t you go that way nice and slow and just look for a way out?” 

“What if something is a trap though?” You ask as you glance down the hallways Yunho mentioned.

“Well just trust your gut before touching anything. If you don’t want to check something I will when we meet back if no one finds an exit first.” Yunho offers and it has you finally nodding in agreement.

“Please be careful Yunho.” You tell him before heading your way, Yunho going his.

Once he’s sure you’re out of sight he pulls out a set of keys, twirling them lightheartedly. He approaches a door and unlocks it, careful to lock it back behind him. He looks over the cameras before the man he was simply using out of convenience this time around.

“You can either leave or join the game.” Yunho tells him dismissively. The guy’s eyes widening before he scrambles out the outside door.

Yunho looks over everything before using the controls to lock everything in the hallway you went down. So you wouldn’t accidentally set something off. Then he’s slipping back out into the hallway having set off everything in the last two hallways. He goes to the end of the hall and unlocks the last door before going back where he came from, he stops inside the one room to drop his set of keys down the durian. Waiting until he hears a splash through the rundown pipe into the sewer. This is when things started to get serious, there was far less room for error now. When Yunho sees you’re not back yet he knows he still has time, slipping down one of the other halls he finds one of the guys in one of the rooms.

“Too bad you picked the wrong one.” Yunho sighs leaning against the door frame, “I’ve worked with far less though.”

The man looks at him confused until he finally starts to realize what is happening. Yunho stepped back with a giggle as he closed the door behind him, it locking automatically from the inside as soon as it closed. Yunho steps across the hall, swinging and leaving a door open looking around before tipping over a container of vials which near instantly start smoking.

“Oops, how clumsy of me, “He shrugs before heading down your hallway then, running some to end up out of breath. 

“Y/N! Y/N!” Yunho pants as he catches up to you, “Down my hall, last door on the left there’s a window! I think we could shatter it and get out.”

Your eyes widen at the news, urgency only growing when you get to the central hallways to see flames at the end of one, screams coming from one the rooms. Yunho snatching you up as you move to go down and help. 

“You can't, it's too late for him there’s already too many flames. Go break the window and I’ll see if I can find the last guy.” Yunho urges and although it’s hard to accept you nod and listen knowing what he said made sense. Yunho watching you go before going to tie up the last loose end. 

Only he doesn’t need to as he sees the man had already triggered a trap, having been impaled. Yunho hums before taking his time, letting the flames catch up some and lick at his skin so he’s hurt further and scuffed once help arrives. Then scrambling after you to get out. Coughing up smoke as sirens pull up now. Firefighters first getting out and rushing over.

“There was a man caught in the flames and a woman trapped in the center room, but everyone else is dead.” He tells them trying to catch his breath.

Allowing you to gently help him over to the paramedics now, “It’s okay Yunho, everything will be alright now.”

He finds it endearing how you try to assure him despite your voice cracking and tearing up slightly. A sight he’s been longing to see and yet it’s prettier than he could have imagined. 

Yunho watches closely under the guise of concern from where he’s being patched up as you talk to a detective. Noticing how there seems to be a familiarity passing between you. Slowly going to make his way over and hearing bits and pieces.

“-fuck the cover. I’m never going into something like that again. You make Y/N Park disappear as fast as you made her appear! Do you understand me?” He hears you hiss at the detective much to the detective’s displeasure. The detective keeps quiet though, only clearing his throat as he notices Yunho. 

“Y/N you should get checked by the paramedics too.” He speaks softly, already trying to guide you there, not liking how you wait until the detective nods to do so. Yunho guiding you over there before looking down and feigning nervous.

“I’m worried Y/N,” Yunho tells you, and your brows furrow.

“Why? We got out alive.” You ask, reaching out to hold his hand.

“That’s why. What if he comes after me again? I live alone, no one would know.” Yunho sniffles, looking at you with teary eyes. Your heart breaking knowing that if you were in that position you’d probably be terrified.

“Why don’t you come stay with me for a little bit? It’s safe at my place.” You assure him and he nods agreeing.

“If anything happens though I’ll keep you safe,” Yunho promises.

The man follows your lead to get to your place, things clicking even more when it’s entirely different from the apartment he snatched you from. So things were different than he thought, you weren’t who he thought at all. Yunho followed your direction to shower first, then getting a chance to look around as you do, finding a badge and humming, detective Y/N L/N. So you had tried to trap him then… a clever little mouse indeed. Being sure not to touch too much he finishes looking to go to your kitchen, making ramen for you both and smiling when you come out.

“I hope you don’t mind… I figured we could both use some food though.” Yunho chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It smells amazing, thank you.” you assure, mouth watering as you sit down with him to eat.

“It’s just ramen.” He flushes a little at the compliment.

“Doesn’t matter.” You mumble through a mouthful of food not caring about manners at this point.

Both of you getting ready for bed with full tummies only to toss and turn then. Yunho timidly went to your door and was immediately invited in as you were afraid to fall asleep alone anyways. You both reassure one another until you finally doze off together. Yunho waking again at the tiniest thing to find you tossing and turning, listening to the sounds you make, and releasing a breath when you didn’t say his name, so you didn’t know…perfect. He gently shakes you awake. 

“Hey, shh Y/N it’s okay, we’re safe now.” Yunho manages to wake you up.

“Oh, I’m sorry Yunho, did I wake you up?” You ask, still trying to get your bearings after the nightmare you just had.

“No, I woke up from one too.” He smoothly lies, opening his arms to you, letting you cuddle in, “You were so brave you know, smart too. There’s no way we would have made it out without you.”

His words and hold help you some, but you’re still not entirely settled. Leaning in to kiss him doesn’t help though, but you do it before even realizing. Yunho returns it without hesitation and you relax some in response.

“We got out together.” You say quietly when the kiss breaks, “We make a good team actually.” 

Yunho nods in agreement, “Yeah, we do… you know I wish we hadn’t met like this, but I still feel like we clicked. Maybe in a different life, we would have met in a much better way.”

“Either way I’ve met you now and I say we stick together until they find the bastard.” You suggest and Yunho is more than eager to accept wanting to stay close to you.

“Will I get to kiss you again?” Yunho flusteredly asks, making your heart stop at the thought.  

“Do you want to?” Your question almost makes Yunho whine.

“So, so badly.” As soon as he’s said those words you’re closing the gap and kissing him again. Only this time it lasts longer, Yunho testing the waters by licking over your bottom lip. Practically decouring you when you open up, taking the lead now as he shifts to lean over you. When you break away to catch your breath his eyes have darkened some as he looks down at you breathing heavy, “Nothing will happen to you, I promise.”

“What happened to my shy, scared Yunho?” You ask with a chuckle.

“Maybe I was just scared for your well-being.” Yunho counters before pouting playfully, “Besides, I’m a big strong man. I can protect you.”

“Yeah?” You wanna show me how big and strong you are?” Your implication has Yunho groaning as he captures your lips again.  Fully intent on answering your questions through what he conveys in this kiss, while he still may not show you everything about him, he’s going to show you exactly how big and strong he is. 

When Yunho finally breaks away from your lips he’s pinned your hands to the bed besides your head, kissing a trail down your jaw and throat leaving blossoming marks in his wake. Something he’s been desiring to do since he first laid eyes on you since he first saw his little mouse. Even if you had tried to trick him, you were his now and he was going to make sure you and everyone else knew it…even if he couldn’t let you win in the long run. 

“Look at you, not even trying to get out of my hold.” Yunho coos teasingly, cock twitching at how your eyes gaze up at him still so innocently, “Makes me wonder if you’d let me do whatever I wanted without any fight at all little mouse.”

You feel a shift hanging heavy in the air, but he’s turning you on too much for you to be able to decipher it right now. Not when all you can think about it how good it feels to be trapped beneath him with his lips on you.

“I probably would.” You admit through a soft moan when Yunho leans down to lick a trail up your throat before locking gazes with you again.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” You don’t get time to ask him what he means before his hands grip the collar of your shirt, ripping down the center of it. His mouth marking up the newly exposed skin to him, glad he didn’t have to bother with ripping off a bra too, not that it would have stopped him for long. Yunho is intent on putting his mouth on nearly every piece of skin that he can, leaving enough marks behind that you wonder if he could get them everywhere before the night is over. Once he’s content with how he’s painted your chest in bruises he quickly flips you over, pulling the remains of the shirt down until it’s around your wrists, knotting the fabric so that they’re tied together tight enough to leave a faint sting, but nothing truly unpleasant. Yunho’s hand slapping down over your clothed ass before he’s pulling down your sleep shorts, “So fucking pretty like this and so moldable under my hands, do you like me pushing you around baby?”

You know you’re already arching under any light touch on your back and pushing your hips back when he grips them, so there’s no use in denying it, “It feels good… letting you be in control.” 

Yunho throws his head back in a groan that slowly turns into a dark chuckle, here he was ruining you and you were loving it. He knew he would be poisonous to his good little mouse, but right now with you on your knees, ass up, whining for him he didn’t give a single fuck. Yunho slipped his shirt off before laying on the bed and moving up until his head was between your thighs, focused on marking them up as well, hushing your whines with a comment about wanting to make you an even prettier sight before he got a taste. Though he almost caved when he marked where your thigh meets your hips on the one side, between your reactions to the attention on the sensitive flesh and being so close to your pussy. Seeing how wet you were, practically dripping for him by now, twitching in need, and he could smell you so much that he felt as though he could practically taste you. Still, he was a man on a mission and he couldn’t get to that until he’d littered your other thigh in his claim. When he does pull you down onto his face to finally lick through your folds, trying to get as much of you on his tongue as he can, your hips jump. Yunho reacts quickly, smacking your ass with a growl against your clit.

“Stay. Still.” He mumbles against you, and the shocks that send through your body make it very hard to listen to him. You have every intention to do so though, wanting to be good for him, to listen to everything he wanted even if he conveys it nonverbally. Even with you behaving he can’t help but to spank you, his hands kneading the flesh he’s abusing between each hit, moaning against your clit each time that he does. Often dipping down to slip his tongue in, wanting his mouth covered in you by the time he’s done. He swears the only thing that could make you taste better is if you cum for him and he’s determined to get it, one hand leaving your ass so that he can lick two of his fingers before slipping them inside. They’re filling you up better than you ever would have expected for something like this, especially when he curls them just right, feeling his veins bulge and only rub more against places that you’ve never known to bring you so much pleasure. The ring that he’s been wearing on his index finger since you first met him brushing against your now too and the chill of the metal only adds to the onslaught of feelings he’s giving you all at once. When your thighs start to shake and he feels your pussy start to clench around his fingers he’s quick to replace them with his tongue, letting his nose rub against your clit, eager to get all of you in his mouth as his now sticky digits grip firmly onto your ass again. Yunho’s more than content to keep you firmly in place despite the way you tremble in pleasure until he’s gotten every last drop he can from you. Slipping out from between your thighs and placing a pillow to help keep your shaky hips up for him. 

You’re gasping again only seconds later when his fingers tangle into the roots of your hair and pull you up so that he can kiss you. Letting you taste yourself as he’s still absolutely covered in it, the man moaning as he licks it back up from you. Pulling away he looks at you with dark eyes before your face is back in the sheets as he smacks your ass the second it’s back up for him. He strips before leaning over you, covering your form entirely in his, breath hot against your ear as you feel his cock teasing through your folds.

“Do you feel how big and strong I am now, little mouse? Is there any denying I can protect you from anything?” Yunho asks, voice husky as he slowly pushes in, but your moan is not enough of an answer for him as he stills once he’s fully inside of you, “Tell. Me.”

“You can protect me.” Your answer still isn’t enough due to how it’s muffled in the sheets, Yunho gripping your jaw and turning your head so that you’re moaning into the room now.

“What was that baby? I couldn’t hear you?” He mocks, grinning devilishly down at you.

“You can protect me Yunho!” The way you’re crying out to him with the hint of a whine in your voice does it for him. Yunho can’t hold back anymore, thrusting into you quickly, even if he refuses to move far away as the weight of his chest keeps your tied hands pinned to your back. He settles enough weight on you as he leans on his forearms on either side of you to have you feeling crushed, but not suffocated by him. Something that you would rather die from than complain about so long as Yunho kept fucking you as desperately as he was. 

When you whine out his name Yunho moves one of his hands between your legs to rub at your clit, “No one can make you feel as good as I can either.”

When you shake your head he slaps your clit, not content with that, “Say. It.”

“No one can make me feel as good as you can.” You cry out, teetering right on the edge until he growls his next words into your ear.

“Good girl.”

It took three more rounds before your doe-eyed, sweet Yunho was back. Carrying you to a hot bath before your muscles could cramp up at all. His gentleness is in stark contrast with how he had been not long before as he slips one of the few shirts he had brought over onto you. Holding you throughout the rest of the night to keep the nightmares away and let you get some semblance of sleep. Only to whine and hold you tighter when you shut off your alarm the next morning and go to get up.

“Yunho as much as I would love to stay here in bed with you all day, I have to go to work.” You insist trying to ignore how he finally opens his eyes only so that he can sleepily pout up at you.

“Can I take you there at least?” You don’t have it in you to argue that one, so you nod, the both of you getting up to get ready to go. 

You let Yunho take you to work, where he hands you back your car keys and says he’s got a few errands before he’ll find a way back to your place. Waving as you walk into the precinct before looking around for a few moments curiously, giving each person who enters an enthusiastic greeting before going on his way. After all, he still had a pawn to dispose of before you had a chance to make any headway on the case. Whistling carelessly as he goes in the backway to the familiar house, the man already addressing him from the other room assuming this was just another meeting to prepare something. Oblivious to how Yunho grabs one of the cords from an outlet in passing until it’s already tightly around his neck. 

“Oh stop fighting, it won’t help. After all, there’s only one way I can keep you quiet permanently.” Yunho rolls his eyes at the struggle but holds out without even really breaking a sweat. Letting the body fall to the ground with a careless thud once he’s sure the man is dead, tossing the cord over his shoulder. Leaving behind a card with a list of the chemicals he had used to start a fire in the other building. He walks through the house for anything of particular use or interest, grabbing only a pair of sunglasses before going on his way. Sneaking back out without concern of being seen. 

He only tosses his gloves once he’s out of a good 3 block radius to be generous. Glancing down at his phone to look over the schedule of yours that he copied for himself. Excellent, he finished in time for your coffee shop meeting with a potential lead. Making a pit stop to change and put on a hat as well. He parks himself comfortably across the street and down about two doors, looking like any normal person as he sips on a drink at the small establishment, snapping a few photos of you and the civilian as he smirks to himself. You had no idea the storm that was about to be unleashed on your life, but Yunho had you trapped now. His perfect, pretty little mouse.

(Part 2 To Come)

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9-1-1 REACTION

This reaction is for the season 8, first episode “Buzzkill” which originally aired on September 26, 2024. The episode was written by Molly Green and James Leffler and directed by James Wong. 

The 118 is back, baby, and you won’t bee-lieve what shenanigans our faves are getting into in season 8 opener. Previously, my reviews have been a bit long-winded as I tried to react the episodes in their entirety. For this season, I thought I’d try something new. Rather than doing a scene-by-scene recap, my plan is to have four segments that I comment on. Those segments will be:

Best plot

Best emergency sequence

Episode MVP

BuckTommy Corner

Now that we've got that out of the way, let's start with our best plot.

Best plot?

It was fun checking in on all of our first responders. In case you for some reason didn’t watch the season 7 finale, Bobby left the 118 and was replaced by former captain Vincent Gerrard (Brian Thompson). This leads me to the best plot of the episode. We’ve seen glimpses of what life was like prior to Bobby becoming captain in the episodes "Hen Begins" and "Chimney Begins". There’s only a handful of characters who have worked under Gerrard. Unfortunately, Buck is not one of those characters.

Captain Vincent Gerrard is still just as terrible as he was back then. Hen, Chimney and even Eddie, our three minority members of the 118, seen to hate working for the man but they seem to take all of his microaggressions in stride. Not to get too deep on racial politics but if you’re Black, Latinx, or Asian living in America, you probably know all too well what it’s like to encounter someone like Captain Gerrard. Buck, however, hasn’t had to face as much adversity as his colleagues and it is this reason that he’s the most outwardly resistant towards the interim captain.

Nothing Buck does seems to please Gerrard, and I imagine this reminds Buck of his own fragile relationship with his dad. Buck truly saves the day, twice, when he suggests using smokes to disperse the bees and later on uses Eddie as bait to distract the bees. Gerrard, however, isn’t impressed and only sees Buck’s good ideas as acts of defiance.

At the end of the episode, Buck gets chewed out by Gerrard and for a moment I thought he was going to snap. What happened next was very unexpected. A saw blade flies across the firehouse and nearly skewers Gerrard. Buck manages to intervene and saves the captain’s life. We end the episode with Captain Gerrard lying unconscious in his own blood. Will Buck’s act of bravery be once again misinterpreted, or will Gerrard be grateful for his lifesaving intervention?

Best emergency sequence?

We had a handful of emergencies this episode but the one that sticks out to me is the one involving the mother Julie (Marisol Sacramento) and her daughter Reyla (Nora Harriet) both of whom are deathly allergic to bees. Now I’ve never been afraid of bees. If I see one, I usually get out of their way. I know how important they are to the environment, so I just let them do their thing. With that said, if I ever saw that many bees in one spot, I would probably have a panic attack. When the bees surrounded their vehicle, all I kept thinking was, what would I do in that situation. 

Watching the 118 respond to the accident was quite exciting. Once again, Buck’s quick thinking saved the day. I’m always amazed by how all of the seemingly useless information stored in Buck’s brain ends up being extremely useful during their emergencies. Aside from Hen, I truly bee-lieve that Buck is one of the smartest people on the show. It’s unfortunate how some of the other characters right him off as being an idiot at times. 

Okay, I’m not trying to be rude but, if you and your daughter are both deadly allergic to bees, why would you only have one EpiPen??? Speaking of smart characters, kudos to Maddie for thinking on her feet and having the mom reuse the EpiPen. I’ve given myself many injections before and I didn’t know that some of the medicine is left in the pen. I’m sure someone will remind me that this is something fabricated for the show but if this is true, that’s pretty awesome. 

The last thing I’ll say about this emergency sequence is RIP to the guy driving the bee truck. I don’t know why he thought it was a good idea to get out of the vehicle, but I guess his fight or flight kicked in. I hate that he got stung to death. Oh, and how disgusting was it when Chimney sucked all of those bees out of the other guy’s windpipe. Blech!

Episode MVP?

This was hard for me. I was really impressed by Buck’s heroics this episode, but I have to give Episode MVP to the queen badass herself, Athena Grant. I love how this show is constantly building off of its own lore. One of the best episodes of the series (and the saddest) is season 3’s “Athena Begins”. In this episode, we learn that Athena had a fiancé named Emmett. Emmett is the one who got Athena interested in law enforcement. Unfortunately, Emmett was gunned down by a man named Dennis Jenkins (Glenn Plummer). In that very same episode, Athena solved her late-fiancé’s murder and Emmett was arrested.

Athena finds herself reliving the trauma of Emmett’s murder when she is instructed to do a prison transfer. Apparently Dennis has some tea on his deceased jail mate and in exchange for that information, he will get an early released. Athena is not exactly enthused about the assignment, but she truly is the best person for the job. When she arrives in Arizona, she is accosted by an assassin looking to take Dennis out. She whips out of her gun Dirty Harry-style and commands him to get in the trunk of his car. Her and Denis manage to escape and get to the airport. Athena is smart enough to book an alternate flight back to Los Angeles in hopes of avoiding any additional attempts on Jenkins’ life. However, that decision will prove to be disastrous as we see at the end of the episode a small plane collide with the passenger jet Athena and Dennis are on. 

BuckTommy Corner

And now we’ve made it to our last segment. I wasn’t expecting to see Tommy this episode even though I know he will feature more prominently in the next few episodes, but we did get a pretty sweet and heartbreaking scene with him, Buck, and Eddie. Less we forgot, Eddie’s relationship with his son Christopher is extremely precarious since Christopher walked in on his dad with a woman who looks exactly like his late mother. Christopher is back in El Paso with Eddie’s parents and Eddie is doing everything he can to win back Christopher’s trust. 

It's Christopher’s birthday and it’s so strange to see our little man as a teenager with a deep voice. I feel like we’ve watched this kid grow up and he’s gone from the adorable little kid to sullen teenager in the blink of an eye. With Christopher with his grandparents, Eddie decides to celebrate his special day via FaceTime. The connection is spotty but that doesn’t seem to dampen the spirits of our three partygoers. While Eddie chats with Christopher, Buck and Tommy hide behind the sofa. They’re both wearing party hats, the kind you wear for a little kid’s birthday party, and Tommy tells Buck that he’s a vision in a cone hat. That was so sweet. I love how much is said without saying all that much. These two are still just as smitten as they were at the end of last season. They seem so comfortable with each other, and I can’t wait to see more of them this season.

Well, that’s my reaction! How’d I do? This episode was so fun and 9-1-1 is best when it gives us these multi-episode disaster episodes. It’s so good to have all my favorite characters back on my television screen. Most of all, everyone looks like they are having fun. I’m seriously looking forward to what happens next. Until next time …

[danikamariewrites]

hiii

Could you write a fic with azriel where the readers biggest fear are needles and hates being round them and rhys and cassian are trying to convince her to get an injection but she keeps on refusing and gets azriel to give her the injection but she's under the table trembling saying " youre not putting a needle in me azriel shadowsinger " and he helps her calm down telling her it'll be okay and hell be right by her side and she gets the injection done and he's so proud of her kissing her and hugging her ?

Needles

Azriel x reader

A/n: I hate needles in a medical way but I will sit still and get tattooed for hours it makes no sense

Warnings: some slight anxiety

You couldn’t believe Azriel would blind side you like this. The absolute audacity this male has! Unbelievable. Ever since Cassian came home from the Winter Court he had been sick. The illness he picked up required an injection instead of a liquid medicine. Just to ensure that the rest of the group wouldn’t get sick or as sick as Cassian, Madja had sent them over this morning.

Just a little pinch, Azriel had said. You won’t even feel it, he said.

Bull. Shit.

You hated needles. Hell, you wouldn’t even let Madja take your blood. When you sewed you took extra precautions by wrapping your fingers so you wouldn’t stick yourself with the needle.

You hate needles. And you wouldn’t let your mate stick you with one. Even if it was for your health. You had told him that while he, Rhys, and Feyre chased you around the River House. “Azriel Shadowsinger! Don’t you dare take another step!” You yelled as all three of them held their hands up like you were a scared horse that needed to be corralled.

The floorboards creaked as Azriel tried to get closer while you weren’t looking. You reacted faster than any of them expected. Ripping one of the decorative short swords down and taking up a defensive position you swung wildly. The three of them jumped back and Azriel called your name.

You threw the sword and ran. You had no idea what room in the house you were in by the time you stopped. The place is a gods damned maze. You quietly shut the door and dove under a sheet covered table.

It felt like hours had passed while you sat there breathing in and out, in and out, in and out. You knew you’d have to face Azriel and that injection at some point. But now wasn’t the best time.

Straining your ears you heard familiar footsteps coming down the hall. In a situation like this Azriel would try to sneak up on you but he wanted to give you a warning. He knew you were afraid of needles and he just wanted to help.

The door creaked open slowly. Azriel stood in the doorway scanning the room. He noticed the disturbed dust on the floor and sent his shadows to investigate. One darted under the table, finding you with your knees pulled to your chest slightly shaking.

The shadows returned to Azriel reporting what they found. He sighed, slowly striding over to the covered table he sat down crossing his legs and letting his wings rustle against the cloth to let you know it’s him. “I don’t have the needle with me.” “Don’t care. I’m not coming out. Ever.”

Azriel laughed at your ridiculous behavior, “Forever? But you’ll miss out on all the fun stuff I have planned for us.” Now it was your turn to sigh, “Like what?” Annoyance laced in your tone. “Like all the romantic breakfast dates I’m thinking of. Or the flights I’ll taking you on. And you’ll miss the vacation we’re taking to Summer.”

You poked your head out from the cloth. “You planned a vacation for us?” Azriel nods giving you a small smile. “But that can’t happen unless you take the shot my love.” You pulled your head back under, “Oh well, have fun Az.”

He tilted his head back muttering, “Cauldron give me strength,” before sticking half his torso under the cloth to see you. Azriel’s heart broke a little at the sight of you curled in on yourself, trembling. He reached a hand out to rub your shin. “Hey. Hey, it’s going to be ok,” he cooed at you. “I know you don’t like needles but I wouldn’t ask unless it was absolutely necessary. I just want you to be safe.”

“I know Az. I’m sorry I’m causing all this trouble.” Azriel motioned for you to come out. As he backed away you followed and sat in front of him. He took your hands in his, bringing your knuckles up to his lips. “How about this,” he said in a soft tone. “You can sit in my lap and hold my hand the whole time. You don’t even have to look.” You nod in agreement. You would do this for Azriel.

Ten minutes later you’re sitting on Az’s lap while Feyre sticks the needle in your arm. Three second pinch and then she’s done and putting the bandage on your arm. “See, easy peasy.” You exhale through your nose and rub the soreness in your arm.

“Ow.” Azriel laughs at your delayed reaction. You turn, now sitting sideways on his lap. Azriel hugs you close to him and kisses all over your face. Finally reaching your lips you thread your hands through his hair keeping him close to you. Once you break apart you rest your head against his chest. “My brave girl.” He whispers into your hair.

tags: @rigelus @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @aroseinvelaris @twsssmlmaa

[tornrose24]

GREETINGS, NERDS! IT'S YOUR BOY, BILL CIPHER! I HAVE POSSESSED THE BODY OF TORNROSE24 FOR THIS POST IN REGARDS TO MY ROLE IN THAT DISNEY CHANNEL THEMED RESIDENT EVIL VILLAGE AU!

So you likely saw those drawings of that Resident Evil Village Au (hilarious, I know) and are wondering ‘but I want to know more about Bill. Why is his human form some old dude that wouldn’t be useable for a Tumblr sexyman contest? WHERE’S MORE INFORMATION ABOUT BILL AND HOW DID HE TAKE OVER THE PINES?! AND HOW IS HE COMPARABLE TO EVELINE WHEN HE IS FAR SUPERIOR?!’ Well worry not, nerds, for I shall tell you MY side of things:

MY TIME IN THE VILLAGE:

-See, I grew up in that dumb village. The so called ‘Father Belos’ implanted a cadou at me at a young age. I was a massive success, of course, and he decided to make me part of his so-called ‘family.’ As for my real, biological family? Well… the less you know the better. Other than that their remains are somewhere in the surrounding woods.

–FYI, his REAL name is Philip and his big goal is trying to get his big bro back. He already tried the cloning gig and it didn’t work. And he thought he could use MY body to get Caleb back?! Ha! Fat chance, dingus!

-So I was given power and prestige for a time. I had my own lab where I inserted cadou into SEVERAL people and got a few henchmen out of the deal. Meanwhile, I had fun screwing with everyone’s minds and visiting them in their dreams thanks to some good old mental astral projection and what not. (And helping to get rid of anyone unwanted…. Fun times!)

-Those four other lords? They’re losers. I can’t believe they are meant to be my ‘siblings’ as ‘Father’ puts it.

-Oh, but I’ve visited their minds and know their fears! One has nightmares about losing her hunky husband and baby girl. One has nightmares about ‘what could have been,’ being alone, and having guilt issues. One is worried she’ll lose control of her mutation and kill everyone. The other… eh, just typical ‘always rejected by my family’ and weirdly about platypuses for some reason. (That’s the one I go to the most when I want to be amused).

-Ah yes, their heirs… my ‘nieces.’ My personal favorite is Meteora–what an adorable little hellspawn! She tried biting me several times and it’s a ticklish kind of painful! Also she’s already making the best demonic faces and crawling up walls! I hope for the best for her!

–I decided to be funny and visit the girls’ nightmares. Metora is a baby, so there’s not much in her little brain, besides worrying about getting separated from her parents. The others though? One is worried about causing pain to her family and friends and blames herself for it. Another is afraid that Belos is going to find out about ‘the big plan’ (which I won’t spoil, of course). The last one just wants a normal life.

-So I wasn’t too keen on being an underling and tried to take over the village with MY underlings. Unfortunately, the other lords managed to turn on me, my henchmen were dead, and **** brains decided to punish me. He couldn’t kill me himself, so he injected something that would make me age faster than that decaying apple you refused to eat as a kid, instead of aging slowly like the others. (Oh, I wonder if Belos told the two losers who adopted the girls who got injected with cadou that they might age slowly like they will? They will be so PISSED considering those girls still have their biological families around. I think it’s HILARIOUS! Or I don’t know, maybe they aren’t aging slowly. Getting a cadou is the dumbest lottery scam ever.)

–And how did ‘Daddy’ get rid of me? Well Fordsy was visiting the village and I managed to sweet-talk him into taking me home with him. Belos was all too glad to be rid of me.

–What? Was there anything between me and Ford? MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS! I’m not telling you anything!

MY TIME WITH THE PINES–

-What a dumbass! Ford took me to his house while his family was there! So I quickly got most of them under my control with the exception of his brother and great-nephew. (Eh, it was easy–I just used a little infection on them). Stan managed to get Dipper away, but little did he know that I infected the boy with something.

–See, as much as I enjoyed having my own ‘family’ I needed to ditch my rapidly aging husk and get a new one. Dipper was initially my best candidate, but I had the others trick several young men and boys into getting to the house so I can infect them and get my new body. Unfortunately, all the bastards died–they weren’t compatible. Meanwhile, I was using my favorite projection as a disguise–a certain triangle form that you all love and want to kiss (you disgusting freaks! I know you love me, but I don’t want EVERYONE’S SALIVA all over me at the same time! One at a time, please!)

–So Dipper realized what was happening to him and–wanting to get his family back–snuck onto the grounds. It was around this time that Heart-Cheeks and her friend, Beauty Mark were tricked into coming to the Pines residence. (I think they were on a summer vacation). I had the Pines snatch Beauty Mark away and they helped me infect him while I left Heart-Cheeks at their mercy.

–Speaking of which, would Mabel count as my ‘daughter?’ I’m sure my nieces would have loved her. Especially that really preppy-happy one.

-Knowing my time was short, I sped up the infection in Dipper and I did it a little too fast because he was starting to crystalize while trying to help Heart-Cheeks. I had better success with Beauty Mark.

–Unfortunately that ASSHOLE Stan eventually came to save his family and teamed up with Heart-Cheeks. Also, Dipper managed to make a serum that Heart-Cheeks used against me and cut off my ability to create illusions and get in people’s head. I. WAS. PISSED!

–Well, the joke’s on her. I left that infection in Beauty Mark, but changed it up a bit. Let’s just say that if Belos knew what it was that I put into the boy, he would immediately get the kid and use him for his ultimate scheme.

-Unfortunately, I DIED. Calcified into dust when Heart-Cheeks smashed me to bits, with some help from some military-looking people. And yes–Stan dealt the final blow. Asshole.

-And I’m now stuck in the Megamycete’s consciousness/realm/whatever you want to call it thanks to the connection some of us share with it. The only way I can have any fun is to give those losers nightmares. Last I heard, the Pines family was freed from my control, Dipper's body went back to normal, and all my victims managed to escape... WHAT KIND OF–?! I wanted violence and trauma, damnit!

-Ah well. Heart-Cheeks will have to deal with Belos and my four ‘siblings’ soon enough.

–Well, looks like my connection is failing and I’ll lose control of this idiot’s body soon. Hope you had fun reading this, because I’m thinking of possessing YOU next. Also, tell your Mom I said hi–I hope you took that DNA test like my canon self suggested.

[sunshinelulusplatoon]

4 months ago:

Lilia.

At first she was confused.

Then tears seeing Orca again.

And then questions.

She was surprised to hear life had continued on Earth and that we had advanced so far to be able to reach here.

We were surprised to hear what happen to the humans.

Typical really; at least for me.

Population growth, different opinions that broke out into civil war, Obo got the idea to turn everybody into robots to protect the survivors of the depleting oxygen levels as the atmosphere they once created to let them live was now dying due to their actions.

Yet people put their fate into Obo and his terrible thirst for control let them all down a grim path. Stuck in a cruel hive mind, any left who had converted to wires and steel were being hunted down by Obo’s men.

And sadly, they got to the last of them.

As Lilia gave their graves blessings in hope for a peaceful afterlife, there was business still attend to.

Obo was building a rocket.

He wanted the hive mind to head back to Earth.

With the threat looming over us, we had no choice.

Target: heart of the colony to destroy Obo.

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“I’m so surprised the ink is effective,” Lilia remarked in complete shock as the squidbeaks were taking soldiers down one by one.

“Squid Ink is a funny thing. Texture and Strength makes it quite stronger than typical bullets and seeing the change of the atmosphere here and from Earth after so long, typical metal composite won’t stand a chance to it. It’s just get int the systems and gunk things up before it breaks,” Lutarna explained.

“And we Squidbeaks are quite use to combat,” Joey boasted.

“Our grandfather is military trained. So us, Joey, and Lutarna’s sister have been trained under him,” Marie explained.

“I’m from Octarian military as well. I was a top solider under King Octavio and have position in the palace guard,” Pixie replied.

“Octavio is my sister and I’s grandfather and we are also combat trained,” Lutarna remarked.

“And I..um..have been trained a little under my friends...I’m a good shooter,” Marcy hesitated.

“Marcy’s one of the best charger users I’ve seen. Can hit a mark miles away,” Joey chuckled.

Marcy just blushed in embarrassment.

“My mother and aunt have trained me as well as my grandfathers and cousins,” Jr. replied.

“So one big unit. Impressive. I hit the jackpot with sending out my help signal,” Lilia replied in relief, “I know we can stop Obo. We must. He can’t reach Earth.”

“And he won’t. We won’t let him. Right?” Joey replied sternly.

“RIGHT!” the rest of the Squidbeaks replied.

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Lilia giving us the floor plans of the colony, it wasn’t safe just walking in. We needed to take a back route. Sending in a squid drone, a project Joey asked me to work on, it went unnoticed as we got footage of the place; so low to the ground the robots couldn’t spot it.

Sure enough, although a long wrap around, we could easily take the back corridors and access the rail systems to go directly to Obo without being detected. We just had to be careful, sneak around, knock solders out to let Lilia through, and once there, deal with Obo.

Over the years in secret, Lilia had been devising a virus to inject into Obo’s main motherboard to destroy him and destroy the hive mind. The attack we had found her and the humans in, was an attempt to get to Obo to execute this virus into him.

So with getting all supplies we need, we made way on foot to the entrance of the corridors to make our journey.

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“You hear it...don’t you,” Lilia whispered as she noticed Lutarna tugging at her ears in annoyance.

Lutarna blinked; a look of confusion before sighing.

“Is it what I think I’m hearing?” Lutarna asked.

“I’m afraid so…..Their pain...crying out for freedom...sadly on a frequency most can’t heard,” Lilia sighed.

“….I’m glad they can’t hear it….” Lutarna replied.

“May I ask how?” Lilia questioned.

Lutarna looked at her for a moment before speaking.

“Head’s not all squishy,” Lutarna replied.

“I can tell from the phone pieces,” Lilia chuckled.

“Was once a phone,” Lutarna explained, “The became a octo.”

“I see….” Lilia replied.

Then the walk went silent again.

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Taking a rest, things have been quite so far. As we figured, Obo has abandoned this pathways. With humans practically gone, he feels no need to bring robots here. I have a feeling he has caught on to our presence yet either.

That being said, I’m not sure if Lilia has caught on to what I am yet.

Or if I should even tell her.

[yourlocaldropout]

an introduction

How do I put it into words? My dear reader, how do I describe this?

Today is the 4th of October, 2023. I want to write. I want to live. I’m afraid I can’t.

Oh, how hostile the world is towards young trans kids. Oh, how do I go on?

I surely sound dramatic to you, but I want to write about life, not write countless eulogies for loved ones who were victims of harassment, victims of hate crimes, victims of violence, victims of hatred in the name of a loving ‘God’.

How do I go on in a world determined to turn me off? To unplug my hypothetical life support, taking my rights by first taking my dignity, fostering an environment of violence hiding behind protection. How ironic is that?

This is a story of a trans youth, spoken from my chest while hiding under my bible. 

Where to begin? My dear reader, where do I start?

I was born. Technically, I wasn’t supposed to be born. My birth parents both wanted to abort me. They were hard drug addicts, and a newborn was too much work for them. They already didn’t take care of my birth sister, Kyleigh, or any of my countless other siblings who had already either moved out or been seized by the state. (Or went to jail.) Kyleigh was 2 years old when I was born. My birth father injected heroin into my birth mother’s veins as I was being born. Like, dude. Seriously.

Obviously, that didn’t help enough, so they went to the hospital. Leaving my then-2-year-old sister with some random person at the RV park they lived in. Did I mention it was in a fuckin’ RV park?

My birth grandma found my sister, who had piss and shit leaking out her diaper, and who was hungry. CPS took me immediately at the hospital, but I was rushed into the NICU anyways. I lived, grew up, now I’m here.

There’s so much to get into, I don’t even know where to start. I’ve tried writing out my story many times, but there was just too much.

I know the people I am writing about deserve to be punished, and people deserve to know what happened. I just don’t know how to tell you.

Thank you for your patience, my dear reader. Until next time.

Ghost

[city0f-dreams]

Muse Profile: Deadpool/Wade Wilson

Heyyyyyy, people! …You know who this is. I’m not usually one to warn people before things turn ugly, but someone insists I tell you that my backstory involves mentions of cancer. Don’t worry, I don’t die…obviously. Now that that’s taken care of, click that “keep reading” when you’re ready!

“I know I turn everything into a joke, but…I care. And I want to use that feeling for something important. I wanna matter.”

Fandom: X-Men…? Marvel…? MCU…? F**k, buyouts make things complicated. Look, this is movie me, the one acted on screen by the guy who made a video game ripoff of the Truman Show. I’ve got that version’s backstory and lore, nothing from the comics or anywhere else. Got it?

Bio: The anti-hero mercenary known as Deadpool, real name Wade Wilson, has quite the tragic past…something you would never guess if you were to just go by his usual sarcastic demeanor. A former Special Forces operative, he picked up mercenary work and a fiery tongue after being discharged, shortly thereafter meeting his girlfriend, Vanessa. Unfortunately, some time after hooking up, Wade found out that he had cancer, one that had spread to his heart, brain, and lungs, among other places. Not wanting the one good thing in his life to be heartbroken by his death, Wade signed up for what he thought was an experimental program that would cure him; instead, it was weeks and weeks of torture in an attempt to unlock the mutant genes that they injected into him. He eventually gained a healing factor that left him incapable of dying, his body constantly building and destroying cells and leaving him in constant pain, and he was able to escape…but he was left scarred, disfigured, and mentally unstable in the process.

Afraid to go near Vanessa, Wade took up the name “Deadpool” and began to go after those close to the one who disfigured him, Ajax/Francis, in order to potentially return himself to his old looks. He wasn’t able to be fixed, but he was reunited with her, and along the way he made acquaintances with several members of the X-Men. Now, after adventures involving a rogue mutant boy, a time traveler, Fox being bought by Disney (call me when you’re ready for those contractually obligated cameos, Feige!), and refusing to let his home dimension die, Deadpool has started to lead a somewhat stabilized life taking up jobs as an unkillable mercenary. And with the entirety of the MCU available to him now, he’s ready to cause chaos with Earth’s most financially successful warriors.

Deadpool is primarily a wisecracker, unable to resist making a remark, whether he’s thought of something crude or not. He also suffers from a confusing, albeit persistent delusion that he is in a movie and is being viewed by an audience. Or do I? And don’t think I don’t see you people out there, too! Under the surface, however, he’s quite the sad clown: Unable to die and feeling like he doesn’t deserve to use his skills for good, he masks his depression and sadness with jokes. However, he does care, though more about his friends and those that keep him sane than about anything else. Why else would he do things like fighting the TVA when they were planning to erase his universe?

Verses:

V1: none of this is real; but it is real!-Wade’s default verse, a wisecracking mercenary taking up odd jobs and just in general showing up in random places to annoy people. Although firmly based on and up to date with the movie/MCU canon, he can show up anywhere and interact with anyone, considering his nature.

V2: the only good part of Origins honestly-This is a Wade who’s been discharged from the Special Forces and isn’t invincible or meta just yet, but is still snarky and very capable in combat. Fitting for a sci-fi/hardcore fantasy verse, or any thread where normal Deadpool just doesn’t fit.

Anything Else?: In case you haven’t figured it out yet, stuff highlighted in red in the narration is me doing what I do best. Well, besides killing people.

Also, if his meta stuff is getting a bit much for your liking, let me know and I’ll try to tone it down in threads together as much as I can while remaining IC.

[newlyy]

I’m in such a bad place el em ay oh, I feel like shit because of this cyst, but I’m really really anxious about the upcoming surgery to remove it, so I’m just like. Afraid to act, afraid to do nothing.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Tomorrow ~ Part 7

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 2,445ish

Summary: Steve’s still worried about you. The team helps you get that promised date.

Warnings: slight angst, fluff

< previous part

Tony was super paranoid to let you sleep or even leave your side after the incident that caused you to slip into your subconscious. You put up with it for the rest of the day, especially because he needed it. Steve’s bed was pushed closer to yours to make one big bed so that he could be next to you. 

As the evening came, Tony fell asleep awkwardly in his wheelchair while Steve fell asleep with his head on your shoulder. You were almost too afraid to fall asleep but didn’t want to say anything. 

“Hello,” Pepper greeted quietly, looking at the scene around her. She smiled. “It seems like worrying about you has worn them out.”

“It seems that way,” you responded quietly.

“You okay?”

“Can’t sleep.”

Pepper gave an understanding nod as she went behind Tony’s wheelchair. “I’ll get a doctor or a nurse in here to give you something. You need to rest.” She begins pushing Tony away. 

“Pepper?”

The woman paused. “Yes?”

“Steve promised me some sort of date thing. I know that he’s going to stress about it and won’t be able to actually plan it because he’s unwilling to leave my side. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. But… could you help him? Like, don’t tell him I put you up to it, but help him so that it’s an enjoyable date for him as well.”

“Of course,” she smiled. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Pep.”

You closed your eyes after Pepper left with Tony, trying to get some rest. It wasn’t long later when you heard someone come in and inject something into your IV. You almost instantly fall asleep, so grateful for the rest.

~~~

Breathing in deeply, a sleepy smile formed on Steve’s face as your scent hit his nostrils. He carefully moved closer to you, pressing a kiss to your exposed neck. Steve leaned back and took you in. He loved the feeling of being next to you, especially in a moment like this when you were peacefully asleep and close to him. He longed to feel this way every morning, as much as he could. Steve smiles as he kisses you under your ear. You begin to stir slightly and he presses another kiss under your ear, beard brushing against your face.

“Morning,” you rasped, a smile forming.

Steve moved so that you could see his face. “Morning, sweetheart,” he whispered. “How did you sleep?”

You bit your bottom lip as you shook your head slightly. “Someone had to come in and give me drugs to help me sleep.”

“I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you wake me?”

“You needed the sleep too.”

“Not if you’re not getting sleep.”

“It’s fine, Steve. I eventually slept.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. And I didn’t even dream.”

Steve nodded, still worried. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine. I little uncomfortable but no pain.”

Steve immediately sat up and began assessing you. “What can I help with?”

“Steve.”

He rambled on, ignoring you. “Do you need me to call someone in?”

“Steve.”

He pushed himself off the bed. “I can go get—“

“Steve!” His eyes snapped up to meet yours. “You can’t fix how uncomfortable I am. My lower half is numb. I have tubes in me and a diaper on to help me go to the bathroom. It’s uncomfortable, that’s just how it is.”

His broad shoulders shagged slightly. “I’m sorry I can’t fix that.”

It broke your heart how disappointed in himself he sounded. “Steve,” you gently called, holding a hand out to him. “Come here.” He reached out and let you take his hand, pulling him back onto the bed and toward you. “You just being here fixes so many things.”

“I just want to fix everything.”

“I know. But you can’t… as long as you’re always here, that’s all I need.”

He leaned in and kissed you softly. “You can’t get rid of me easily.”

You pecked his lips. “Good.”

“Good morning,” Bruce greeted as he walked in with a tablet in hand.

“Morning, Bruce,” you responded, turning to face him.

“Looks like they gave you something to sleep last night. Rough night?”

“Just couldn’t fall asleep.”

Bruce nodded. “I’ll see if we can get something less addictive today for you. Besides that, how are you feeling, Y/N?”

“She said that she’s uncomfortable,” Steve quickly responded. “Is there anything we can do about that?”

“Uncomfortable doesn’t equal pain and it’s expected for her to be uncomfortable. Her body’s been through a lot, is still going through a lot.”

“That’s basically what I said,” you mumbled.

“Just remember this, Steve, her being uncomfortable is better than her being in pain. If she’s in pain, we know that something is wrong. Her being uncomfortable will usually not mean that something is wrong.”

“See?” You turned to Steve. “I’m alright.” You went back to facing Bruce. “And what about Steve? How is his recovery going?”

“From the scans, FRIDAY ran last night, he’s all healed up. The super-soldier serum of course had a big part in that.”

“That’s so good,” you smiled at Steve.

“I would advise that Steve clean up.”

“I’m good,” Steve replied. “I’m not leaving her side.”

“I’m good to stay with her while you get changed and cleaned up.”

“Steve,” you called, grabbing one of his hands to help gain his attention. “Bruce will be with me, I’ll be fine. You go get cleaned up.” You raised your hand to cup his bearded face, him bending slightly to meet you. “Maybe groom the beard a little, but don’t shave it.”

“I don’t know—“

“Steve. You literally don’t need more than twenty minutes to get cleaned up and changed. I’ll be fine. I promise.”

He held your wrist lightly, keeping your hand still as he turned and pressed a kiss to your palm. “Yeah… okay. I’ll be back.”

“I’ll be here.”

Steve leaned down and kissed your head before hurrying out of the room. He was almost to the elevator when he saw Pepper coming down the hall.

“Hello Steve,” she greeted. 

“Hey, Pepper,” Steve responded.

“How are things going?”

“Good. I’ve been cleared so I’m going to go get cleaned up.”

“That’s great. Is there anything I can do for you or Y/N?”

“Actually, there is something.”

“Mhmm?”

“I promised Y/N a sort-of date thing today and you could really help get it set up. I want to make it as perfect as it can be in our given situation.”

“I can see what I can do. Just make sure that you’re presentable before our normal dinner time of 6.”

“Thank you, Pep. You’re an absolute lifesaver.”

~~~

Tony had joined you in your room, without his wheelchair, shortly after Steve had left. Bruce felt like he could slip out as you weren’t exactly alone and he knew that Tony would like some time alone with you.

“You hand me scared there, kid,” he muttered, absentmindedly playing with the edge of the blanket that was laying over you. “I thought you weren’t going to make it.”

“Well I’m here,” you tried to give him a small smile. 

“I just… you’re my best friend…”

“You’re mine… I would have found a way to haunt you if I survived and you had died of a heart attack.”

Tony chuckled. “I don’t doubt it.” He carefully took your hand, holding it in between his very calloused ones. “Can you…” He let out a shaky breath. “Can you be honest with me about something?”

“Sure.”

“How are you?”

The simple question almost took your breath away. “I… I’m alive and I’m… uh, I’m still processing everything… It’s all been—“

“A lot.” Tony nodded. “I get it… so, you and Rogers?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “That escalated quickly.”

“Oh like you didn’t want it to.”

“I won’t deny that.” He sighed slightly. “I just didn’t want it to be like this.”

“Me too… Tony, can you be honest with me about something?”

“You know it.”

“Will I… okay, I know that I’ll never fully recover from this experience. There will be permanent scars, physical and mental, I know that. But… will I ever be able to go in the field again?”

Tony inhaled sharply. He knew that he had to tread carefully, and actually think before speaking. No one had talked about it, but it was kind of an unspoken, agreed-upon thing, that it would be a very long while before the team even entertained the thought of you going out in the field.

“I think that you should focus on rest and recovery right now,” Tony carefully advised. “You have plenty to worry about and focus on there.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. 

You knew that he was trying to be nice and positive about the situation, but you also knew Tony and the rest of the team very well. They weren’t going to let you out on the field until they were sure that you could hold your own. And after this, that might be never.

“Hey,” Steve greeted as he walked back into the room.

“Hey,” you smiled at him as he came around to sit next to you on the bed.

“Don’t worry, Cap, I’ve been watching your girl,” Tony commented, giving you a smile. “She’s a much easier patient than myself.”

“That’s good,” Steve replied. He turned his focus to you. “How are you feeling? Uncomfortable still?”

“I think I’ll be feeling uncomfortable for a while,” you responded. “But that’s okay.” Steve nodded, clearly not okay with that answer. “Steve.” You reached over and took his hand. “I’m okay. All I’m really worried about is if you’re going to keep your promise about that date?” A quick flash of remorse over Steve’s eyes made you regret saying what you did. “I-I-I’m sorry, Steve. I didn’t mean it like that. I was just trying to tease you, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” Steve shook his head. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad either. Of course, I’m planning on keeping that promise. How does dinner sound?”

“It sounds great.”

~~~

You were able to take a nap with Steve before Natasha and Wanda burst into your room. Wanda had a bag slung over her shoulder that was clearly overstuffed.

“Out Rogers!” Natasha ordered. 

“Wh-what?” Steve groggily questioned. “Why?”

“You have a date tonight and we need to get her as ready as she can be.”

You could tell that Steve didn’t like the thought of leaving you again. So you cupped his cheek and got him to focus on you.

“I’ll be okay,” you whispered. “They’re just getting me dolled up for you.”

“You don’t need to get dolled up for me,” he replied softly.

“Yes, but I would like to.” You rubbed your thumb along his beard. “If you don’t want to leave, then just sit outside on the chairs. The girls will shut the door and blinds but you’ll be there if something happens.”

Steve took a deep breath and gave you a small nod. “Okay.”

“Okay.” You leaned in and gave him a kiss. “I won’t be long.”

He gave you a small peck on the lips before standing up. “I’ll just be outside.”

“Go, Rogers,” Natasha nagged. “She’ll be fine.” Steve kept his eyes on you as Natasha shut the door in his face and Wanda got the blinds. 

“What are you even going to do, guys?” You wondered. “I can’t move my lower half. I have tubes and wires connected to me all over.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t dress you from the waist up as best we can,” Wanda responded.

“I can’t even leave this bed.”

“That’s okay,” Natasha said. “Just trust us, Y/N, we have a plan.”

“And don’t worry,” Wanda added, “Bucky will take care of Steve.”

~~~

Wanda and Nat cleaned you up with wipes and damp washcloths before dressing you the best they could. You just let them do what they wanted to like you were a doll. You knew that arguing would be completely pointless. Once they felt like you looked good enough, a nurse came in and replaced any tubes and bags needing to be replaced. 

“Alright,” Natasha smirked as the nurse left, “almost ready.”

“Almost?” You repeated.

“Wanda?”

“I got it,” Wanda replied, coming over with an eye mask. 

“Are you really going to make me wear that?” You asked.

“It’s only for a few minutes.” Wanda guided the mask over your head and snugly put it against your eyes. “There.”

“I’m scared now.” You were slightly joking, slightly not, scared of the darkness that had succumbed you to. 

Wanda could feel the part of you that was scared. She rested a hand on top of yours. “It’s alright, Y/N/N. We’re not taking you too far from his room.”

“Right.” You gave a nod. 

Wanda and Natasha gave each other a small smile before unlatching the locks on the wheels to your bed and began moving your bed. They guided you out of your room and down the hall. You honestly had no idea where you were going, at all. Maybe if you had fewer drugs in your system you’d be able to tell exactly where you were headed. Eventually, they stopped your bed and locked the wheels.

“Okay,” you could tell Wanda was smiling as she spoke, “keep your eyes closed, I’m going to take the mask off.” You nodded as she did so. “Alright, have fun.”

“Wait, when I can open my eyes?” You asked.

“Now,” Steve gently directed.

You opened your eyes to see that the med-bay cafeteria had been decorated. Fairy lights were strung around the room, the only light besides the few candles on the table in front of you. Steve was standing in front of the table. You could tell he was nervous but you didn’t have the words to comfort him because you were just so in awe. Steve was standing there in black slacks and a dark blue shirt.

“Steve…” you gasped. “It’s…”

“Is it too much?” He asked. “I’m sorry if it is. I asked Pep—“

“It’s wonderful, Steve.” Tears pricked your eyes.

Steve rushed over and cupped your face to catch the tears. “Then why are you crying?”

“Because this is wonderful… you’re wonderful… and I’m stuck in this damn bed.”

“It’s okay, once you’re out of the bed, even in just a wheelchair, we’ll get out of this place and I’ll take you somewhere excellent.”

“I don’t need excellent… I just need you.”

Steve’s smile grew and he kissed you softly, still holding your face. “I just need you too.” 

next part >

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[softjakehoon]

My Roommate Who Uses an XL Condom pt. 1

pairing: Jay/Reader

includes: slight edging, deep throat, cum in mouth, rough sex, breeding kink, roommate sex

warning: this is a written smut, if you don’t like reading stuff like this, scroll down for your sake please it’s not that complicated, thank you. 

also, this was inspired by a manga called "Joushi no Asoko wa XL size" and it's the part about the xl condom thingy, which would be on the second part though. and of course, our y'n being a product reviewer. the rest are based on my imagination.

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You've been searching for a part-time job for a couple of hours now, but most of the jobs available are full-time shifts. You're in your fourth year in college and you're pretty much occupied with all of the school works and activities that's why you resigned from your previous customer service job. You have no choice but to choose a job that will allow you to manage your own time. It's not like you wanted to do this out of boredom. You have to support yourself to afford your tuition fees and daily expenses. Your parents are both senior citizens so you had to work right after you turned 18.

"Product reviewer? No way, this sounds too good to be true."

One-week deadline per product.

Flexible work schedule. 

Salary offer $1000 per review.

You didn't hesitate to submit your application. You have to get this job or you won't be able to pay rent. You don't even have anything to eat for this week. You sighed at your current situation. You went to the shower room to clean up before going to bed. 

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You woke up around 8 am, starving. You went to the kitchen to find something to eat. You were surprised to see the fridge full of actual food to eat. 

"Am I dreaming? How is the fridge full of food when it was empty last night?" You grabbed a tub of marinated beef and began cooking. 

"Fuck, when was the last time I ate meat? I've only been eating ramen and junk food lately. No wonder I feel like shit." You laughed at your own misery. You were cut off by the sound of the door opening. You don't remember inviting anyone over to your apartment. You don't have a roommate as well so you started to feel nervous. 

"Who is it?" You shouted while chewing on the meat you wrapped with lettuce. 

You turned your head around to see a man around your age wearing all black and a frown on his face. 

"Who are you?" He asked you back. 

"I asked you a question first. Why do you have a key to my apartment?" This time, you went to speak to him up close. You're near-sighted so you wanted to see him up close. 

"I'm Jay. I moved in last night. Are you my roommate?" He kept his cold expression. 

He's handsome as fuck, but cold as hell. You thought to yourself. Too bad. 

"Oh, that must be why the fridge is full this morning. Fuck, sorry I cooked the beef bulgogi just now. I will pay you back once I get paid from my job." You looked down from embarrassment. 

"That's alright." He didn't even bother to ask your name and went to his room. You didn't want to bug him about it since you still owe him a tub of beef so you just shrugged your shoulder and finished your breakfast. 

While eating, you checked on your email for updates. 

"Holy fuck." Your jaw dropped upon reading an email. It was from the company you applied to last night. You got the job, and you're starting today. 

You signed the contract immediately and submitted all the needed requirements. Your first product will arrive in the afternoon so you couldn't help but be excited while washing the dishes. 

After doing the dishes, you decided to do the laundry. You've been going braless in the apartment when you were still alone but you have a male roommate now so you can't do that anymore. You needed to wash them. 

"Fuck, I ran out of shorts as well? What have I been doing all this time to forget doing my laundry?"

You decided to wear an oversized almost see-through white shirt and black underwear. 

While you were putting your clothes in the front load washing machine, you heard him pretending to cough. 

You dropped the clothes upon hearing that and looked around to see him piercing you with his eyes staring straight at your body. 

"What do you think are you doing?" He said, raising his eyebrows. 

"I'm doing my laundry. Are you blind?" You looked to your side, afraid of meeting his eyes. 

He stood in front of you, "I'm not. In fact I'm very much pleased of what I'm seeing right now." You gulped when he touched your chin and forced you to look into his eyes. 

"What are you doing?" You're starting to get nervous, or turned on. You don't know anymore. Is it because you haven't had sex for so long now? Fuck, you know you can't have sex with your roommate. You know damn well how it would end since your ex was also your roommate before. 

"I'm making you look at my face. Ever since we met you've been avoiding my gaze." He smirked at you, turning you on even more. 

"T-that's because you look scary, dude. Geez, get your hands off me or I will punch your face so I won't have any reason to look at it." You tried to push him away only for him to corner you on the wall with his arms locking you in. 

"Don't call me that. Or I will kiss you right now." You knew he wasn't bluffing. But for some reason, you wanted to kiss him as well. So you called him that. 

"Stop playing around, dude. Can't you see I'm busy doing someth-" You were cut off by his lips on yours. It stayed still for a short moment as if he was trying to see how you would react. But when he sensed you closing your eyes, he began to move his lips along with yours.

It was a sweet and passionate kiss as if he knew you all his life. It felt so good, you couldn't help but pull his hair, making the kiss deeper. His right hand holding your face along with your jaw, his left hand holding your waist, keeping you close to his body. You could feel your core starting to get wet from the heat that you're feeling, making you rub your thighs together. Taking the hint, Jay placed his knee in the middle and closed the distance between your body. You're now grinding on his thighs, desperately looking for friction and release. 

"Are we just gonna kiss all day or are you going to fuck me?" You pulled away from the kiss and chased your breath.

"I thought you said you're busy." He smirked again. 

"Well now I'm not." You kissed him again, this time with so much lust and desire. Jay is incredibly handsome, he's tall and has a nice body as well. Normally, you don't hang out with guys like him because you know they're always into pretty girls, but you don't want to think about it for now. 

"Relax, baby. I'll get you nice and ready first." He grabbed your breasts as soon as he removed your shirt, sucking on your nipples while his right hand palming your core. 

"I guess I don't even need to. You're soaking wet already. Is this all for me, babe?" He removed your last piece of clothing and slipped two fingers inside you. 

"Fuck, Jay. Shut up already and put it in.” You can't help but moan as he slips his fingers in and out of you.

“Stop bossing me around, brat.” There was a sudden change in his aura, his fingers thrusting in and out of you now roughly. 

“Damn it, I wanna cum on your cock, please. Fuck me already.” You begged. You’re about to reach your climax under his touch. All of a sudden, he removed his fingers making you bite your lips in frustration.

“What the hell? Why did you sto-” You were cut off when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pushing you down on your knees. He immediately removed his belt and tied your hands with it. You stared at him with your puppy eyes while waiting for him to remove his clothes.

He pumped his cock a couple of times before squeezing your cheeks, a sign for you to open your mouth. You were taken aback by the size of his cock in your tiny mouth. You can’t even touch him to support yourself, so he was holding you by your hair and fucking your mouth as he wants. 

“See, this is what your mouth is for. It’s not for you to talk back, or be a brat. This mouth is meant for my cock.” Tears pooled in your eyes as the tip of his dick hits your throat every time he would thrust. You were able to get rid of your gag reflex, thanks to your ex.

“Fuck, how are you so good at this? I fucking love your mouth. You’ve got no gag reflex? Fucking insane, ahh.” He’s growling at this point. You can tell he’s close as the veins in his dick are getting more prominent and it’s twitching inside your mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” After a couple of thrusts, he came down your throat. You gladly swallowed his cum, making sure nothing goes to waste.

“Shit, brat. You better remember how I taste.” He said, untying your hands from his belt. He helped you to stand, kissing you while placing you on top of the counter. 

He took no time in aligning himself into your core. He gathered your wetness using the tip of his dick and finally pushed it in. You can definitely feel the stretch but the pleasure goes beyond the pain at this point. You were moaning softly against his ear. 

“Fuck, you feel so tight around me.” His thrust getting steady and rougher each time.

“You feel so good, Jay. I’m gonna cum.” You’re finally getting the release he denied you earlier.

“That’s right, cum on my cock.” You moaned in response. Your walls tightening around him even more, making him meet his nearing climax for the second time.

“Cum with me, Jay. Come inside me, please.” You were on birth control anyway. You were on an injectable contraceptive and it’s still in effect ‘til now. You will probably need to ask him if he’s fucking around later on but you really wanted to have his cum inside you. Hearing you beg for his cum was music to his ears. After easing you from your high with a couple of thrusts, he came right after. You felt his dick twitch inside you, his cum spreading heat in your walls. He pulled out seconds after, making his cum leak out of you.

Jay swore he took a mental image of it in his mind. You looked so hot, all fucked out because of him. You, on the other hand, waited for him to help you get off the counter.

Which he didn’t do. He put on his clothes and went straight to the bathroom to clean himself. 

“What a jerk. Did he just leave me here after all that?” You tried not to feel too disappointed. Still, it made you feel angry. He could’ve at least helped you. “I’m never having sex with you again, asshole.” You said just enough for him to hear you in the bathroom.

Author’s note: Jay’s point of view will be on the second part. He’s a gentleman pls.

[jangofctts]

As You Are (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader)

Rated: Mature, Explicit 18+

Word Count: 6.4k

Warnings: smut, explicit language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence and injuries, light choking, brief thigh riding/grinding, vaginal fingering with them metal fingies, oral female receiving, unprotected vaginal sex (dont be a dick, wrap that stick), fucking on sam’s couch

a/n: ok hi this fic is very self indulgent bUT YKNOW WHAT WHO CARES EKJHEJHKEJH this is my first fic for marvel and AH I hope I did Bucky justice. ENJOY YALL

This had been a terrible idea. 

Right from the minute you tailed after he and Sam to the Baron’s extensive vintage car storage. Bucky had explicitly withheld any and all information regarding this little excursion to protect you but of course you’d shown up—none too jazzed about the little stunt Bucky pulled regarding the Baron. Fair. 

You were right—Bucky should have called but that overwhelming guilt of dragging you into another one of his problems stopped him from pressing that little call button. He never wanted to be the reason you ended up back on the run again. Though judging by the way things were going, it was more than likely you’d be in prison by the end of the week. 

Luck had your back in that sort of regard—too bad it could never rescue you from your own stubbornness and grief regarding that damn shield. 

You’d taken a devastatingly hard hit from Walker—a fractured orbital, a split lip and a dislocated shoulder. All preventable—if only Bucky kept better track of you before you showed up in that warehouse alone. Left to fight the shadow of what was once a symbol of hope for some—another man playing dress-up in something that will never belong to him. 

It was just their luck Bucky and Sam arrived in time—preventing you from becoming another red stain of violence splattered over that shield. 

James Buchanan Barnes is not afraid of much—but fuck. Seeing you crumpled over the concrete floor, all bloodied and struggling to raise a hand to protect your face… It was the same feeling as injecting his veins with a pure shot of adrenaline and anger shrouded in fear. He promised Steve he’d look after you… 

And as Sam carried you out of that warehouse you had the gall to tenderly tell them that you were just fine—as if your mouth weren’t full of blood and a face blooming with patchy bruises. The jealousy that sparked through Bucky’s chest when you clung to Sam’s chest did nothing to help that dark festering pit inside his ribcage he’s attempting to suture back together.

Bucky clenches his jaw. At least you’re asleep now. Curled up against the window, holding your injured arm in a way that limited the turbulence from jostling it. It’s the first time Bucky would describe you as fragile. He know’s you’re anything but that—stubborn mostly—yet most of all brave. It’s what Steve admired most about you—what Bucky loves most about you too. That vibrant spark flowing through your blood and how you’re not afraid to shout along to your favorite songs despite the odd looks you get. Bucky envies how self-assured you are, how you’ll never lose yourself because you know just where you’re headed. He wishes he still had that sort of drive instead of all this uncertainty and guilt clouding each muscle and fibre in his body.      

Bucky doesn’t realize the jet has landed until Sam stands and and places a large hand over your shoulder. Your face scrunches as you whine and curl further into your seat. “C’mon, kiddo.” You grumble something inaudible. “You want me to carry you?”

The delicate plates of vibranium clink together as Bucky’s hand tightens into a fist, jealousy flaring hot and bright. He quickly stands, too fast to be considering anything less than awkward. Sam’s brow quirks. “I can do it.”   

“It’s cool, man,” Sam says as he scoops one arm under your legs and the other around your back. “I got her.”

Bucky bristles. Whatever. 

It’s not like you and him have anything together. A one sided plague of affection that you’ll never know about—he wants to tell you. Fuck, the words burn through his tongue and collect like ashes between his teeth and yet they are never voiced from self sabotage. There’s no possible way to voice how you’ve haunted his thoughts and his dream since the moment his eyes met yours. How he’s memorized the lines of your smile and the sweet sound of your laugh, the sweep of your lashes and the rhythm of your steps. Bucky would know you deaf, blind, numb, in this world or any other twisted reality. 

He had said that he wasn’t afraid of much, but that’s not entirely true. Eternity, oblivion, crowded rooms, being alone too long. And you. You terrify him. You have the power to pluck at the very strings of his soul and unravel him completely until he’s no more—and you don’t even know it. Bucky Barnes is less afraid of dying than he is of loosing you but that fear never once provides him the courage to tell you. You may not be a scribbled name in his book, but he still hopes that one day he’ll earn the chance to strike his cowardice and put to rest the wretched ache in his heart that he feels for you. 

He wishes he told you in Wakanda, after the Blip, Riga, and right this instant. He watches Sam carry you out of the jet—what’s a little more time?

                          -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The sun is beginning to melt into the horizon, turning the expanse of water into molten gold and shimmering blues. The hazy humidity from the late afternoon heat collects at the back of Bucky’s neck and the light breeze does nothing to cool. Bucky sighs and swipes at the bead of sweat creeping down his forehead with the back of his hand—he glances up. 

A ghost of a smile creeps across his lips. You’re exactly where he and Sam left you three hours ago. Surprising to be quite honest—you never did like to stay in one place for longer than ten minutes. You’re a pain in his ass, simply said.  

But now—now you’re haphazardly splayed out on the lawn chair you were forced into, a juice box loosely held in your good hand while the other still remains in the sling. He can’t tell if you’re asleep—Steve’s sunglasses do an excellent job of hiding your eyes. Yet as Bucky wanders closer, your head rolls to your right in greeting. 

“It’s rude to stare, y’know,” you grumble, lifting the juice box to your mouth. Your lips purse around the plastic straw. “And before you ask—yes, I have a very important job I’m currently overseeing.”

Bucky quirks a brow. “What—hogging the lawn chair?”

“No—“ You huff. You gesture with your juice box at the large cooler your sandaled feet are propped up on. “I’m the booze master. God of the ale, destroyer of sobriety—“

“Alright, Booze Master,” Bucky interrupts with a snort. “Why don’t you bestow upon me a beer, your majesty.”

You tap your index finger over your chin as a lazy smile fixes itself over your lips. “Granted.”

You slide your legs off the cooler and with a pained grunt you shift forward. Bucky shoots his arm out and steadies you back against the chair by your shoulder before you get any further. Your face pulls into a grimace.

“I got it, kid. Relax.”

Bucky pops open the cooler and fishes out a beer and pops the cap off between his left index finger and thumb. You watch with a frown, “I could’ve done that for you.” 

Bucky resists the urge to roll his eyes and takes a seat on the cooler. The bitter fizz floods his tastebuds as he takes a sip of his drink, a tangible silence blanketing the space between you. He gets it—people like he and you can never settle for complacency. As if the rest isn’t deserved despite the bloody knuckles and the shattered glass that slices through skin—the bruises and the broken bones. None of it is enough—not worthwhile to preserve yourself when other’s so desperately need your help. 

Or maybe it’s penance. 

Bucky sure as shit finds himself swallowed by the black maw of guilt each and every day. Battling the never ending shadow of doubt that clings to his soul like glitter to a an old carpet. Bucky believes it’s safe to say that you’re the same—every good deed you do added to the imaginary scale weighing against the bad despite it feeling hollow and insurmountable. Paying in blood to equate the amount you’ve spilled. A hopeless battle you both insist on fighting. 

Bucky sighs through his nose, bends at the waist and collects both your ankles in his left hand. You let him lift them both and settle your legs over his knees. You shiver, an eruption of goosebumps rushing up your skin at the cold metallic shock of Bucky’s vibranium thumb scrapinh over your bare flesh.

Bucky’s lips tilt down ever so slightly. “Did I hurt you?”

“Never,” you rush to say before he has the chance to flee. “S’just cold.” 

His hum reverberates low in his chest as those cerulean blue eyes fall to his hands. You clench your jaw until your teeth ache as his left thumb continues to stroke over the delicate skin covering the joint of your ankle. This is…new…

You’d been close with Steve and Sam, and by proxy Bucky—in some weird adjunct way. Compared to Sam’s teasing bumps of the shoulder and that infectious laugh far more addicting than the golden liquor of the sun, Bucky is frigid. Still attempting to shake off the whole Winter Soldier thing that’s molded onto his bones like stubborn permafrost. Touch had always been tricky with him—even a friendly pat over the back or a simple tap to the harm had him tensing under the touch—muscle and steel bunching to prepare for a harsh blow that would never arrive. Never from you.         

Bucky rarely sought out your physical comfort—you were always the one to initiate those friendly touches even if he was the type to just sit and ignore you like a grouchy old cat barely clinging onto that ninth life. The first time he breached that fragile barrier was in Wakanda—something in Bucky cracked and split into a cavernous ravine of nebulosity. Stitches shred apart then stapled back together as he grabbed your arm and wrestled you into a bone-crushing hug. You didn’t need to ask to realize he cried the entire time, gripping your shirt like a lifeline while he shuddered and sobbed into the crook of your neck. To him everything from the rain to silk sheets felt like shrapnel and the stars tasted like old blood and the past of things long gone—yet you were familiar. 

A comfort for the much needed healing of the scattered pieces of a man. You don’t mind helping him pick up the tidbits and reattach them with veins of silver. It’s the least you can do. 

The second time occurred after the loss of Steve. Some part of you had been wrenched out with his departure and he never bothered to return it. It doesn’t matter anymore—the hollow ache had been soothed with the Winter Soldier clutching you to his chest until you drifted off into a fitful sleep. A tether to a new reality you both partake in. 

Which brings you to now. There’s no cathartic reasoning behind his touch…it’s simple…a risky leap of faith into unknown territory. Bucky’s eyes lift to meet yours—curiosity swimming in those icy irises. You don’t mind—in fact you quite like the calloused warmth of his hand and the opposing chilly metal one tentatively exploring your exposed skin. 

“You have a scar here,” Bucky murmurs, skimming the thumb made up of flesh and sinew over the mottled skin occupying the crease of where the top of your foot meets your ankle. 

You bite the inside of your cheek. “I fell on barbed wire.”

“Clumsy,” he chides, quirking a dark brow. 

Your shoulders bounce with a huff. “I was like—twelve when it happened, James.”

His mouth quirks in a half smile, quite liking the validation of his name in the way your mouth speaks it. He wonders if you know the weight of granting you that leeway of calling him that. Shit—he doesn’t care what you call him, everything sounds lovely when you say it. 

There’s another silence—holding your breath until something splits and shatters into a million pieces. You’d be a liar if you said you didn’t want anything more than just friendship with Bucky but fear of rejection is a tricky thing. You take the easy way out and offer him the chance of something more on a silver platter. 

“Bucky?”

His fingers whisper up your shin as he inclines his head.              

“I’m tired. Drive me back to Sam’s?”

“Sure thing, doll.” 

                            -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Bucky holds the door open for you as you stumble in, escaping the hazy southern heat. He disappears into the kitchen as you make a beeline straight for the couch, sighing loudly once the plush cushions meet your back. You lazily lift your head once you hear his familiar footfalls nearing. 

With him he brings two Otterpops, one blue raspberry and the other cherry. Once he hands it to you he takes a seat on your left, close enough that his thigh and shoulder bumps against yours. “Don’t tell Sarah’s kids that these were the last ones.”

You roll your eyes and promptly stick the Otterpop into you mouth. “‘M ain’t no snitch.”

His low chuckle reverberates through his chest. The silence that follows isn’t an awkward one as you enjoy the cold treat—it’s filled with the humming cicada bugs outside and the breeze through the wind chimes. Comfortable with the normalcy—just a couple of regular old people enjoying life for a suspended amount of seconds.  

Once you finish the Otter Pop, you crumple the plastic up and rest it on the coffee table. He does the same—hints of the blue syrup sticking to the cracks of his plush lips. You force yourself to avert your eyes. You cheeks heat with a flush as you rush to occupy your mind with anything but wild fantasies of Bucky’s mouth. You lean forward again, pointedly ignoring the way Bucky’s eyes track your movements as you shuck off your sling, the prickle of unused muscles and bruised ligaments rushing through the limb. You wince as you slowly roll your shoulder. 

The muscles in Bucky’s jaw clenches. You sigh—he’s still blaming himself for your injuries. “Does it still hurt?”

“Not everyone has freaky healing powers, Buck,” you snort. You rush to appease him when he frowns. “It’s getting better though. Still can’t sleep on it—but eh.” 

“I’m sorry.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. No matter how many times you tell him he’ll never believe you. That’s something only he can fix. Doesn’t stop you from telling him anyway. “Stop blaming yourself for my idiocy. I made my choice and paid the price for it.”

Bucky’s eyes drop to his hands. “Can’t help it, sweetheart. Steve told me to look after you.”

Your heart constricts within your chest like a fist. You inhale and reach out to rest your hand over his wrist. “Funny—he told me the same thing about you.”

It surprises him—his dark brows furrow as his mouth parts, but nothing comes forth. Grappling with the right words that fit with what he feels. He’s still learning how to give his soul a name that fits. Learning how to take the dark, twisted bramble of his heart and make it into something that doesn’t ache each time it beats. He’s still learning how to look himself in the eyes, point to himself and say that there’s nothing frightening in there. Not anymore. No more. 

You suck in a breath and muster up the embers of courage. Here goes nothing— 

You cup Bucky’s cheek, the scrape of stubble welcome against your warm palm as you gently turn his face to look at you. His eyes drift to yours when the mumbled syllables of his name tumble from your lips. His eyes are framed with dark circles of wildflower bruises, his small smile a moonbeam stark against battered skin. You’ve dreamt so many times of swallowing it whole and pressing him close enough that your heartstrings become entangled with no hope of separation. But that’s something for him to decide. 

You drop your hand cradling Bucky’s jaw, but before your hand completely falls Bucky surges forward. His large hands rush to cup your face, swallowing your noise of surprise as his plush lips fall onto yours. The syrupy flavor of a Blue Raspberry Otter Pop he stole from Sarah’s freezer lingers on Bucky’s mouth, mixed in with the smell of old leather and cracked cardamom. Bucky nips at your bottom lip, tugging once and then rolling it between the blunt enamel of his teeth. Despite all the bad jokes regarding his age and senior citizen status—fuck he’s a damn good kisser. Compared to him you feel clumsy, sloppy, but no matter how hard you search for his distaste he doesn't seem to care in the slightest—if anything he’s pulling you closer. 

Bucky’s kisses may taste like the middle of June and a first love, but desperation lines every action like a wound with jagged edges. It’s a slow process learning to be free, but one day he’ll transform into starlight—and instead of a kiss like fire, it’ll be like touching your lips to a constellation’s aureate mouth.   

When Bucky pulls away, sucking in air and resting his forehead on yours, you catch a whiff of his hair. Freshly washed and smelling a bit like Sam’s shampoo. Your lips quirk. You’ll make sure to keep that a secret from Sam.

You pull back just enough to meet his eye, resting your palm over his vibranium hand that still cups your cheek. “Am I the first person you’ve kissed since the stone ages?”

His lips pull into a cheeky smile. “Maybe.”

You laugh and roll your eyes, skating your palm down the front of his shirt, the heat of his skin near searing through the fabric. “I guess we have a lot of catching up to do, huh?”

Bucky’s lips smother your small moan as he drags you into another kiss. You can feel his smile as he murmurs his agreement between desperate kisses and the enticing warmth of his tongue skimming along yours. The next time you part for air, Bucky drops his strong hands from your face to instead wrap them around the curve of your hips. He tugs you over his right thigh with ease and breathes a gentle sigh of your name, beginning to pepper kisses over you cheek and down the slope of your jaw.

Bucky reaches your ear and carefully nibbles the cartilage, his voice a warm scrape in your ear. “I want you.”

It’s such a simple phrase…and yet…it tears through you and pools like a heavy weight right to your center. “Then take me.”

Quick as a strike of a match, you’re tipped backwards, cradled right between the arm of the couch and the back of it. Heat rushes through each limb and gathers in your cheeks as Bucky’s vibranium fingers skate up your chest and curl around the column of your throat—that hardened soldier he’s tried to bury bleeding through the cracks of his resolve. You don’t care. You gasp into his mouth as he squeezes ever so slightly while he pushes a firm thigh between your legs. Shit—this is how you’re gonna die—grinding on Bucky’s muscled leg while he’s got a hand around your throat. 

What a way to go.    

With his other hand he grips the meat of your thigh and pulls you higher, grinding the rough material of his jeans covering his crotch into yours. You whine and arch into him. You need more. 

You both stay here for a good while up until it feels like you’re ready to burst at the seems if you don’t have him now. Bucky is no better—cheeks flushed as he fumbles with the zipper to relieve the noticeable bulge straining against it. Impatient and needy, you shoo away his hands and do it yourself, easily sliding your warm hand down his navel and over his boxers to palm at his cock. Bucky’s hand twitches around your neck, a sweet groan filling the air when you softly squeeze him through the elastic.

“Fuck, you’re gonna…” Bucky trails off and buries his nose into the crook of your neck. “Gonna make me cum in my pants if you don’t—don’t stop.”

While the thought is tempting, you want this to last just a little bit longer. Rush after the glorious high of just being near him, his kisses, everything about him. Bucky grunts at the loss of your hand and mouths a wet trail of sloppy kisses up your neck and returns to your lips. When you part he sweeps a stray strand of hair and tucks it behind your ear. He smiles softly.

“Can I try something?” He breaths. Before he can even tell you what his idea is, you’re happily nodding along. “Wanna taste you. Been thinking about it ever since Wakanda.”

Oof. His words shoot straight your center. “Bucky—why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

His mouth quirks. “You make me nervous.”

Rolling your eyes you plant a kiss on his forehead and grant him his simple desire. Bucky sits and slides to the floor, close enough that he’s still able to hover over you. You lift your hips as Bucky tugs your shorts and underwear down and off your legs. Besides the general anxieties of being half naked in front of an incredibly attractive man and performing something so sinful on a friend’s couch—there’s a strange stroke of pride that alights through each of your vertebrae. A powerful man willingly dropping to his knees to please you. 

Bucky shoots you a smile and slides his hands around your ribcage, bends forward slightly and captures you mouth in a deep kiss. He parts and nips down your jaw and over your throat, sliding his tongue over the marks he leaves with his teeth as if to soothe the slight sting. You whine and arch into him as he slides lower, leaving an obvious trail of bruises and teeth marks in his wake until he reaches the collar of your shirt. Bucky moves his palms under the fabric to grab at your breasts, the flats of his fingertips rolling over your nipples that peak through your bra. You suck in a shaky breath when Bucky catches the pebbled bud between his forefinger and thumb, the hard vibranium of his fingers scraping over it. A low hum rumbles through his chest as he leans forward to playfully nip at your collarbone.

“I wanna see you naked.” Bucky admits as he slips his hands out of your shirt. You shiver as those chilly metal fingers gently come to rest on the outside of your bare thighs. 

“Not here, Buck,” you sigh. “T-they—fuck—they can come back any minute.”

Bucky quirks a brow, eyes dropping between your legs, then back up with a smirk. His plush lips part, yet before he can disprove your silly point—that your bare ass is already out and taking off the shirt would barely make a difference—you interject. 

“Shut up.”

His shoulders bounce with a chuckle. “You have such a way with words, y’know that?”

You make a noise low in your throat and reach out to sharply tug his ear. He easily bats your hand aside, hooks his hands under your ass and hauls until you’re all but hanging over the edge of the cushions. You squirm, unable close your legs or to relieve some of that burning tension collecting in your core as Bucky lowers himself and wedges his shoulder between your thighs. He slides his hand over your calfs and wrestles them over his broad shoulders—earning a perfect view of your pussy. You’re already wet—worked up and running on borrowed time. You roll your head back onto the back of the couch and clench your jaw. You don’t want to rush him but Christ—you really don’t want Sam or Sarah to find you like this.   

It feels like ages before Bucky’s lips touch your belly and then your navel with his warm tongue. With a grunt he shoves your shirt up to your breasts and circles your bellybutton with the tip of his tongue—his enhanced strength easily pinning you down as you jerk and giggle.

Bucky picks up his head and grins. “Try and hold still, doll.”

No sharp retort comes to mind. Fuck—he’s already got you so expertly wrapped around his finger. 

Bucky hums, satisfied with your weak nod and continues on.  

Bucky’s bare fingers trace minuscule patterns into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, coaxing out a shiver that rushes through your body. They tickle towards the apex of your thighs and settle close enough to reach your aching center. He pauses for a moment and while you know he’s there, you curse when you feel his thumbs softly part the lips of your soaking cunt. They gently work up and down, smearing your wetness around but never enough to give you any friction as your body adjusts to the feel of flash and vibranium. You bite back a groan as your hips unconsciously twitch. 

Unsatisfied with simply touching you, Bucky shifts his weight to better reach your core. “Fuck—you’re so pretty.”   

There's a moment just before Bucky swoops down, face hovering close enough that you can feel his sticky, warm breath fan across you inner thighs. Anticipation grips your heart with an iron hold, and then— Bucky licks a broad stripe from the base of your cunt all the way up to your swollen clit. His mouth is molten, tongue like liquid velvet as you shudder and grab at his hair. Bucky grunts against you as you drag him closer by the short strands—greedy for any and all touch he gifts you. Bucky’s mouth slips around your clit, sucking and tracing circles over the bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue. Your eyes flutter shut as a quiet moan wrenches free from your vocal cords.  

He trails lower, sucks on your labia, and makes his way down to your soaking entrance. The wet heat of his tongue circles your cunt, skips over it completely to catch the wetness before it leaks over the couch. Bucky opens his mouth wide and groans in appreciation, devouring your pussy like he’s been denied this his entire life. Desperation lingers on his tongue and all you are is the honey sweet taste of salvation. 

“Shit—Bucky,” you cry, throwing your hips forward in search of more friction.

It's perfect. So fucking delicious. 

You tense as the vibranium tips of his fingers, two of them, press at your entrance, teasing the clenching ring of soft muscle before sinking in. The chilly digits slip in with ease—all the way up to the second knuckle and when he draws them back, they're slick with your wetness. With a self-satisfied grin, Bucky thrusts them back in, then out—setting a steady pace that makes everything ache with desire. It leaves you just hovering over the sharp edge of ecstasy, the catch of his knuckles and imperceptible metal plating dragging along your walls pure torture. Fuck—he’s going to be the death of you—

Bucky’s mouth dips down a second time and sucks on your clit and with a few more curls and thrusts of his fingers inside of your clenching walls, your body seizes up tight. You're flying off that edge, faster than a fucking freight train. You cum onto his tongue and fingers with a strangled cry of his name, sparks of blurry white lining the edges of your vision as your back arches. Bucky continues to lick you through your orgasm, even as you buck and squirm in his iron hold. Supernovas implode behind your eyelids as heat, hotter than wildfire and jet fuel spreads from your center all the way up your stomach and down to your toes. You're shaking, lucid enough to hear Bucky murmur his praise—feeling the vibration of his groan, as he licks up the flood of your wetness over his tongue. 

Your brain swims in hazy bliss as you float back to reality. He's still curling his fingers into your pussy and it damn near hurts. You're too sensitive. Nerves rubbed raw and still throbbing—but you're too fucked out and still riding the waves of your orgasm to push him away. Bucky is all too happy to remain between your legs—takes this opportunity to tilt his fingers into your cunt faster, suckle and lave his hot tongue over your clit that burns from overstimulation—somehow you're back at the very edge again.

It's sharper than a vibranium razor against bare flesh. Your thighs shake around him as he twists his fingers inside you and bumps agains that tiny, little patch of nerves. You cry out as an orgasm floods through you veins, rupturing each cell in your being with molten pleasure. Your core pulses around Bucky’s fingers, fucking you through it until those burning waves of release eventually cease to a fading throb. You whine and push at his forehead because he's still going. You panic a bit—fucking hell, he’s gonna make you cry—but he pulls away, his mouth and chin wet with your slick. 

“Feel good?” Bucky purrs, resting his cheek on your thigh. 

If judging by the way you thighs still quiver and your chest heaves—then yeah—it felt good. 

Cheeky bastard.  

“Get up here—“

You grapple with his shirt, fisting the thin fabric, but he’s heavy and your entire body feels like jello. Your grip strength is all but laughable at the moment as Bucky clambers back onto the couch and grabs both of your legs, slotting his narrow hips between them. One leg is stuck against the back of the couch while the other hangs off the edge, foot skimming the hardwood floor to accommodate Bucky. Not the most comfortable but fuck it—who cares.    

Bucky grunts when you lift your hands and hook your fingers into the waistband of his jeans, tugging them halfway down his legs with a sharp yank. Already a dark patch of wetness stains the fabric of his boxers, the impressive bulge straining against the elastic and begging to be released. Your eyes meet his icy blue ones as you slowly pull his boxers over his cock. It bounces up towards his navel, thick and beautiful just like the rest of him. 

Impatient, Bucky’s fingers curl around your wrist and presses your open palm against his cock. He’s thick and heavy in your hand—perfect. The bead of precum that pools at his flushed tip smears against the inside of your palm as you experimentally roll your wrist, fascinated with the feel of his foreskin rolling over the steel heard flesh with each stroke.You give his a cock a rougher squeeze, a bolt of liquid heat settling in the pit of your stomach as a stifled moan reaches your ears. 

A sharp hiss of hair passes through his clenched teeth as you lightly tug on his cock. From the base up you pull, fixed upon the throbbing flesh, flushed and pulsing and all for you. His cock bobs when you let go—he huffs out a disappointed noise. “I need you, Buck—please.” 

Your previous two orgasms did seemingly nothing to soothe the growing ache for him. It prickles up your spine and singes through every nerve and bone—you whine and arch your hips, trying to touch your slick cunt to his cock. Bucky growls your name and pins your hips to the couch with ease. 

With his left hand, Bucky firmly grips your jaw, his stare folding into something serious. “You sure?”

Your tongue runs over your bottom lip. You grin. “Do your worst.”

Bucky curses and readjusts your calf slung over his hip and grips the base of his cock. You shudder as he runs the blunt head through your folds, slicking himself up with your arousal. You mewl and dig your nails into the flesh of his forearm as the wide tip of him pushes into your entrance—he shudders as you clench and arch. It doesn’t hurt, but he’s certainly not small in any way shape or form. You’ll feel him for days afterwards as your cunt swallows inch after inch. 

You both groan as he finally bottoms out. His jaw clenched tight as sweat beads at his hairline. Shit—he’s gorgeous—struggling not to loose control the moment he’s buried inside of you. You allow yourself to adjust for a moment but your own impatience rakes down your spine with claws of scorching arousal. You rock your hips in curiosity and squeeze around him. 

“Fuck—“ A ragged moans severs his words as your gentle rocking tilts into abrasive jolts. At this angle it’s difficult to fuck yourself onto his cock, but the measly thrusts are meant to tempt him. His left hand shoots to your throat, the chilly metal a stark contrast to your flushed skin. You dip your head back, exposing more of your supple skin—all his for the taking. 

You dig the heel of your foot into the small of his back and grab at his shoulders—tempting him into fucking you already. You’ve waited long enough. Bucky snarls your name, hooks one hand under your ass and pulls his cock nearly all the way, out only to slam back in with devastating force. There’s no time to adjust or gather your obliterated thoughts before Bucky sets a pace, desperate and feral. Each roll of his hips borders erratic, taking his pleasure without thought—intent on reaching his own end after being denied for what seems like a millennia—and maybe it has been. Bucky shifts, widening his knees as much as he can to sink lower onto your body—his soft hair tickles your cheek as his choppy exhales burn hot over your skin. 

Bucky turns his head to steal a kiss, open mouthed and catastrophic. No words are exchanged as he fucks into you with brutal strength aided by that damn super-soldier serum—there’s no need for them, not now anyway. You complete each other without the spoken utterances—still both a work in progress. Though most things are you suppose—constantly remaking yourselves, but instead of smashing the haphazard pieces back together alone—you have one another. You bury your hand in his hair and cry his name.  

You choke out another groan and feel your arousal begin to drip down your thighs—hear the thrusts of his cock into your cunt become shamefully wetter and damn—you really hope nothing gets on this stupid couch. You don’t want to explain that Sam. 

Electric heat sears down each vertebrae in your spine, blazing through each and every vein with the brilliance of a wildfire escaping the edges of the forest. This is gonna ruin you. Bucky’s hand reaches between your bodies and rubs tight, controlled circles over you swollen clit. There’s no build up to your orgasm—just a calamitous surge of warmth that sweeps your very soul off its feet. Your nails dig into Bucky's back as you shake and fumble for a foothold in your own consciousness—the steady warmth of his body a much needed anchor. 

You have no time to recover because he’s still going. Thrusting into your pussy with violent slaps that echo through the room and will more than likely leave bruises against your ass. Through the pressure of his hand over your windpipe—threatening to cut your air off completely—you garble out his name. Bucky drops his head to his chin, the weight of his gaze landing between your legs, watching the way his entire length disappears inside of you. When he raises his head he molds his mouth to yours. The soft, wet kisses rapidly morph into pricks of his teeth, his gravelly moans so pleasing to hear. 

You arch and tilt your head back as he presses you harder into the couch. The vibranium hand latched onto your jaw, works it open and slides a thumb past your plush lips. You lave your tongue over the digit—the metallic tang flooding your tastebuds. “Good girl—m’close. A little longer.”

Bucky’s panting breaths mingle with yours as his pace turns vicious. Chasing his high that he so desperately needs. Overstimulation bites at your nerves, but with a gentle tug to the soft strands of hair on the back of his neck and a sweet whisper of his name, Bucky bursts. His moan jumps up an octave, eyes slamming shut as he buries his face into the juncture of your neck and shoulder as he cums. He’s shuddering in your arms as his hips erratically jerk, hot spurts of his release coating your insides. You whine and tilt your hips up to prevent it from spilling onto the couch. 

Finally he slows to a stop, ragged breathing filling the air as the heat and weight of his body becomes a welcome comfort. Eventually that warmth grows stifling. He lazily pulls away, observing gaze drinking in each inch of bare skin exposed—the marks and the light sheen of sweat. You hiss as he curiously drags his thumb over the bite mark lingering just above your collarbone.

He parts his plush lips but before he can apologize, you interject. “Don’t—I like the reminder.”

Bucky shakes his head and drops down to tempt your lips into a lazy dance. “You’re a weirdo.”

You smile and cup his cheek. “I’m not the one with a staring problem. You know that you can’t kill people by glaring, right?”

Bucky kisses your cheek, your jaw, and then the dip of your throat. “You don’t ever shut up, do you?” 

You shudder as his softening cock twitches inside of you, another coal of desire flaring in the pit of your stomach. You flash him a coquettish grin. “Maybe if you give my mouth something to do, you’ll finally get some peace and quiet.” 

Something dark and dangerous flickers within those eyes. You shiver as one hand returns to your throat while the other draws teasing patterns over the outside of your thigh. He draws in close, nips at the shell of your ear and chuckles darkly. “You’re on.”

[heliosthegriffin]

Guardian AU

Summary: Jaune was a mostly normal guy, other than his family’s lineage of producing exceptional huntsmen, who just wants to live a calm, peaceful life in Vale. Avoiding conflict, helping people when he can, and doing a job he tolerant.

Only for the mark of a rose to be burned into his hand over night. Now bound as the a Guardian to the new Spring Maiden, Ruby Rose. He not only has to fight to protect his life, but also Ruby’s, and if necessary give his own.

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An Au where every time a new maiden is born, a Knight/Guardian is randomly chosen as their duty bound protector, regardless of how qualified they are.

Jaune is not trained in this AU, and was kicked out of the Arc Family, a very martial Huntsman Family, due to his dislike of violence.

The Guardian don’t receive many blessings from their duty, but among them are a enhanced level of control over their aura, a innate knowing of their semblance, and a mental compass to where their Maiden is at all times.

The Mark on the hand will appear as the symbol that the Maiden personally uses, but how the mark appearence changes based on how the Guardian is treated, ala Dak’Kon’s sword in Planescape Torment.

Ruby is Huntress in Training suddenly gifted with Magic of the Spring Maiden by complete chance.

Being a newbie to the magic business, Ruby doesn’t really understand how it works, with it responding wildly to her emotions.

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Puberty I

Ruby is kidnapped and unconscious, and Jaune must finally learn what it means to be a man by doing what he has too to save her before it’s too late.

Jaune vs Hazel and his group.

The door was thrown off it’s hinges with a crash, the wood breaking under the body thrown at it.

Hazel got up from his seat to see a blonde young man come in, beaten, scratched, and bruised, but not beaten, his eyes had changed since he saw him yesterday, the weak self-pitying eyes gone and replaced with a intensely focused look to his eyes.

“Where’s Ruby?” He asked, a trickle of blood going down his chin.

Hazel smiled. “Huh, so you do have some guts after all. She’s asleep in the next room.”

“Get out of my way, I’m leaving with her.” Jaune’s eyes had no warmth to them now, not the boy of yesterday Hazel had left to die.

“That’s not going to happen, I’m afraid, and now that you’ve come into my building, and broken my men, you’re not leaving in one piece, either.” Hazel said calmly. “If you stand still, I’ll give you a quick death.”

A white glow started to erase the injuries on the blonde. “I’m not dying, today.”

Hazel shook his head. “You don’t have the strength to kill me, just stop kid, you may have taken down my men, but  you hardly had the aura to do that, what makes you think-”

The blonde took something out of his pocket, a syringe full of azure blue liquid , then injected it into his neck.

 Hazel’s eyes widened. “Lightning dust...Boy do you have a death wish?”

Lightning dance over his pupils. “Dust injections is more effective the faster it gets into the bloodstream, my semblance can boost my own healing and aura recovery, agh, it hurts like hell, but if it’s just this much I’ll live. I don’t have the strength on my own to beat you, but now... Let’s see.”

Jaune breathed out, sparks flying out of his mouth. “If Ruby is going to put her life on the line, then I’m doubling down too.”

A quick brawl broke out between the blonde and the giant man, Jaune ducking under Hazel’s strong, monolithic arms that could punch straight through him if he didn’t dodge in time, which itself was only possible while under the slowed perception of time the lightning dust allowed.

Dodging, and landing smalls blows where he safely could against Hazel, was what Jaune did, while his other plan went to work.

He just had to distract Hazel for a couple minutes.

His blows had no effect of the eight foot tall man, he might as well have been throwing eggs at a brick wall, for all the effect it had on him.

The dusky skin man wasn’t even winded, probably not even taking him seriously, based on the small smile on his face.

If Jaune had more pride, it would probably pissed him off, but this actually worked to his advantage, and he was happy to have something in his corner, that wasn’t painfully spasming his muscles and overclocking his body.

Still, while his hits didn’t hurt Hazel, the electricity that hit him well it was a bit more effective, Jaune realized.

Not that it mattered that much, Hazel had as much aura as Jaune, and three decades of training, if not more. While, Jaune had none, he flailed about like a drunk, constantly losing balance, in a state of falling and catching himself, barely able to keep up due to his dust injection, which was compatible with his semblance.

He didn’t know how to fight, barely able to even make a fist, he was not a man of violence, and he never wanted to be, but... For now, in this moment, violence was the answer to his problem, as much as he loathed it.

And he if lived through this, he was going to have to learn to hate himself, because Ruby is his friend.

Jaune bent backwards ducking under Hazels casual punch, and smiled as he saw the first signs of his plan coming into being.

A small tendril of smoke raising off the side of the wall.

Just a couple more minutes now.

Hopefully.

Then Jaune felt himself go airborne, as he was thrown into a wall. The world spun, and his head hurt more, now.

Then, Hazel had him by the collar of his shirt, raising hist fist the size of a cinder block at him. “Got you now, bug.” The giant’s gravely tone spilled out.

Then he hit him with the weight of a runaway bull to the stomach, Jaune buckling like a crushed can, as he gasped, blood trickling down his mouth.

“Fuck-”

That was only the first hit, Jaune realized.

The giant was faster than he looked, he had been going easy so far, enjoying himself against a inferior opponent.

And Jaune, felt quite inferior as even harder blows hit his gut over and over again, like a wrecking machine was coming at him with a grudge.

It was all Jaune could do to hold onto the man’s arm, gripping with all his strength, but stopped as it wasn’t doing anything.

Other than creating some awful smelling smoking where he was burning off the hairs on the man’s forearms.

A idea formed as if in slow motion, watching the electricity jump from his palms to the man’s ape like arms.

So he grasped on tighter, and focused the lightning literally running through his veins onto Hazel’s left arm.

The response was immediate as a surge of azure blue-white lightning struck Hazel’s left arm with a uproarious thunderclap.

It did nothing. Jaune could feel the shaking in the arm, but Hazel just kept punching him with the other..

“Shit, this is going to hurt more,” So, he channeled all the lighting dust he could toward Hazel.

He tried to pump his aura into the dust, hoping that it would give him a extra boost.

Another thunderclap, followed by meaty smack, followed by thunderclap and smack.

Just had to hold on longer, Jaune thought, as he could feel the dust fading from his system from repeated use.

That’s when Hazel’s started to notice the smoke that had come up from the floor, and increasing heat.

“Smoke?” The man’s eyes widened. “Fire! The building is on fire!”

Jaune chuckled. “Just figure it out?”

The man’s eyes narrowed. “You set my building on fire? Why!?”

“Heh, it’s a simple answer, but I’m not going to tell you.”

Hazel punched him again, this time in the side of the head, stars forming in his head, as what felt like a sledge hammer sent his brain tumbling down a mountain.

Everything went black for a second, then came back blurry.

Oh, Hazel was still hitting him.

How was he still alive.

Oh, yeah he was regathering aura just fast enough to keep Hazel from killing him.

Jaune shook, and felting throwing up, but he reached towards his pockets. ‘Time for card three and four,’ It had cost him the rest of his money in his account, but it was worth it.

It’s a good thing the lightning dust had ran it’s course, because this next one would have made him explode if it’s still in there... maybe?

Jaune slid to nearly burning floor, Hazel done with him, the boy’s face a bruised, bleeding mess, even as his aura worked overtime to fix him.

“Got to get the girl and go,” Hazel said out-loud, if the building wasn’t of fire, he would finish off the boy, but time was of the essence.

Jaune took a shuttering breath, that rattled several ribs around, painfully, then took out his second syringe.

His arm wouldn’t move up.

Jaune’s eyes widened in shock, the lightning dust messed up his arm. He tried his other arm and got no result.

The syringe was in his hand, though.

“I hope this works,” And he fell on his side, toward the syringe.

Hazel turned as he felt a shift in pressure behind him, as the infuriating boy rose up from the ground like a damn zombie, the older man gritting his teeth. “Why won’t you stay down, damn it.”

That’s when he saw what was sticking out of the boys side.

Another syringe, filled with neon purple liquid.

“Gravity dust... You fool, you’re a dead man now, how much of your life did you just give away?”

A long laugh spilled out of the blonde man’s mouth, distorted and far too deep, then high and shrill, switching back and forth like a tornado of tones.

“Eh, not my problem?” “What?” Then he jumped, clearing the room and Hazel, landing in a unstable crouch his body covered in a purplish mist.

Then his foot glowed brightly with he power of gravity dust and stomped, forcing Hazel into a crouch as gravity increased over him.

“So, I guess, I win,” “Don’t kid yourself boy, you can’t beat me.”

Jaune shrugged. “Yeah, but the building can.”

Hazel’s eyes widened. “The fire, the gravity dust...”

“Yep, I’m bring it down on you.” He smiled at Hazel, Jaune did, it was bloody smile, that was equal parts joyous and sadistic, showing off his teeth covered in thick, red blood.

Then the gravity double again, then tripled and quadrupled, and finally the floor broke beneath Hazel as he started to fall, into a the raging inferno beneath.

“Well played boy,” Hazel said dropping like a meteor through the floors.

___

Jumping form rooftop to rooftop, the rain exploding off of him, Jaune carried Ruby’s sleeping form  as he rushed to the safe house.

Only he slipped, his tired, worn body giving out at the last moment, and they fell to the ground, Jaune turning with the last bits of his energy to shield Ruby.

As he hit the ground, and he went out.

Ruby opened her eyes as she felt herself shake and shiver, feeling cold and wet, and something warm beneath her.

“Jaune?” She asked, seeing a familiar bush of blonde hair beneath her.

She pulled herself up, only to see her friend’s broken body on the ground, with a bloody smile on his face.

 “Jaune!” The young Maiden screamed into the night.

----

Hazel grunted as he pushed the concrete slab off his singed body, pulling his body out of the burnt out apartment building he had once owned.

The giant man cracked his neck, and took a seat on a piece of hot debris, it cracking under him but holding.

“Huh, he actually got me, heh, I’ll remember this.” Hazel said into the night, his aura then glowing brightly as it recharged at unnatural speeds.

[wincestisasincest]

The Barrel - Ch. 1 (LOTR x Reader)

Okay, so time for a fun and sexy take on Modern Girl in Middle Earth that no one asked for - what if the Modern Girl had a gun? I wanted to try and write something where the Modern Girl in question was not completely defenseless, and had a fair amount of experience that the others lacked.

This will be very slow burn, I think.

Chapter: 1

Words: 1452

Warnings: Blood, guns (obviously)

Pairings: None (yet)

The butt of the rifle cracked against your cheek. You bit your tongue, but kept your arms rigid and eyes open. The taste of copper slithered between your teeth.

The orc staggered, his head reeling back with the force of the bullet that had just been lodged into it. His spine arched, and his arms flailed. Before he could catch his balance, his heart finished beating and he collapsed to the ground. Pungent, dark blood oozed into the dirt.

The wizard hardly flinched. His weary, sloped brow and buggish eyes were fixed on you thoughtfully. He tugged a strand of his curly brown beard - the one that had been blanched with bird crap.

You dropped your arms and let the rifle relax into the natural dent of your hands. They were clammy, but the crisp chilliness of the forest kept them from being sweaty. Everything about you, from the fresh redness pooling in your cheeks due to the recoil of the gun to the congested nose you had that made you sniff every couple of minutes, put you on the edge of sickness. And yet, here you were, shambling and corpse-like, but still upright and alive.

You stepped towards the wizard, your eyes occasionally darting back to the orc. You hadn’t registered yet that you were the one who killed it. You’d give it some time.

“Are you Radagast the Brown?”

You kept your voice monotone and deep to not risk exposing the rasp extending up the back of your throat.

“Who’s asking? Friend or foe?”

“Friend. I’m (y/n).”

“No family?”

“None that are around here. I’m, uh, not from here. If it wasn’t already obvious.”

You swayed nervously on your legs. Your combat boots were worn beyond repair, though their gaudy artificial stitching that was loosely holding them together still stuck out like a sore thumb. The black tank top clung to your body, and though you mostly kept it hidden with an oversized jacket, you couldn’t help the occasional peak of bare flesh and tight fabric. Oh, and, of course, your jeans were bright-ass blue and had a leather tag on the back with an impeccably printed logo.

“Indeed,” the wizard nodded, “I’ve never seen a bow quite like that before.”

You neither. This whole shooting business was about as new as Middle Earth. When you had woken up in a small pile of freshly fallen leaves, the gun, along with a few packages of ammo, were about 10 feet from your stiff body. You hadn’t dared to practice anything besides loading and unloading the gun, lest you run out of ammo in the middle of your hour of need. You had abstained from counting, knowing that it would just make you more nervous.

“Yeah...” you trailed, “but anyway, I know you don't know me, but you know Gandalf, right? He needs help.”

“Help? Now, there’d have to be something mighty strong that could get that old goat in trouble,” he raised an eyebrow hawkishly.

“Saruman.”

“Saruman? Well now, that can’t be.”

“He’s working with Sauron. Looking for the ring, and-”

“Hush!” he finally broke eye contact with you and warily scanned the tops of the trees. Nothing but a wall of silence.

“The forest... it’s quiet. Someone is listening. Come, come. Matters like these ought to be discussed inside,” he turned around and waved for you to follow, hustling in between long, imposing trunks that looked like they were ready to fall on you and crush the life out of you at any second.

******

You had killed the moth. Not on purpose, of course. You seemed to have fallen on it after you crashed through the sky of Middle Earth.

You could remember hearing its screams. You rolled over, looking for the source, grinding the roots further into your ribcage. When you finally saw the tiny thing flitting on the ground, trying to get your attention, you dumbly watched its crushed wings and snapped legs twitch with jolts of desperation.

“I have a message! A message for Radagast the Brown! Friend of the Eagles! You must take it in my stead - it is urgent. The fate of Gandalf the Gray depends on it.”

You said nothing, barely able to keep yourself conscious as you rapidly inhaled and expelled stilted breaths.

“Gandalf the Gray was betrayed by former friend Saruman the White. He is on top of the tower Orthanc, in Isengard, dying with each passing moment. He dispatched me to tell Radagast to seek out the aid of the Eagles - he fears that they may be his only chance at rescue from the tower.”

“Are... are you real?” you finally sputtered.

“I am alive, but not for much longer. My strength fails me. But you must go. Follow along the edge of Mirkwood until you find the brown wizard. The fate of Gandalf, and perhaps the realm, may depend on you. Please, time is of the essence. You must leave.”

The creature’s mouth never moved. You never heard the sound of its voice. But you felt the words in your head, bouncing around there after being injected by some foreign source. The moth pointed its head straight at you.

“Please. It does not matter who you are - your future depends on the knowledge that only Gandalf holds.”

A throbbing pain blossomed in the back of your head, just under your neck. The moth flitted its wings once more, and then the telepathic force that had been drilling into your skull blinked out.

You took a long sip of murky liquid in a cracked glass teacup. Warmth stirred in your void of a stomach, which you had been trying to ignore.

“My word. Then it is true. Saruman has turned to the darkness,” Radagast said to no one in particular. He looked out the window, as if waiting for the silhouette of his friend to appear over the horizon, completely fine.

“I’m sorry,” was all that you could say.

He turned to you, eyes still flickering with life but in danger of going out.

“So am I,” he said grimly, “but, no matter. Gandalf was right. The Eagles are his only chance of salvation from a place as wicked as Isengard. I’ll get the message to them at once.”

He looked at his feet. You couldn’t actually recall much about Radagast from the books - you knew more about how low of an opinion Saruman had of him. But the look of despair that was settling deep within his chest was a grave reminder that he was just as capable of complex thought as anyone else.

You realized that you had just seen a man accept that there would be war on their hands, and that there was nothing he could do to avoid it.

“It will be alright in the end,” you found yourself saying.

Finally, he looked up at you sadly.

“I know. The world will always be okay in the end. And I, who have lived many years and will live many more, will be around to see it. But what will happen to everyone in between?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged, “but in the meantime we’ll just... do our best to protect them. That’s all we can do, right?”

You tilted the edge of your lips up, not quite forming a grin but far from the hopeless neutrality that you had carried with you into the house. He analyzed you, squinting his eyes and pursing his lips, not caring if you noticed.

“Who are you?”

“I’m (y/n).”

“A person is more than their name, especially one such as you.”

“I’m nobody important to this world. I don’t belong here.”

“And yet here you are. You’ve become somebody important,” he scratched his chin, “this appears to be beyond me, but I suggest that you consult with Gandalf. You’re already heading in his direction anyway.”

“What?”

“I’m sending you with the Eagles. The fellow will be in a mighty poor condition when you find him, it’d be irresponsible for me to send him back all by himself. And besides, you seem like a useful person to know.”

He smiled coyly. Your mind buzzed.

“There must be someone else that you can send?”

“Nope. Well, no one humann, anyway. One of the quirks of dedicating your being to the plants and the animals. Now, on you get! I can hear them circling overhead.”

You had no idea how he had summoned the Eagles, and at this point, you were almost too afraid to ask. You gritted your teeth and let your stomach do a cartwheel as you realized that you were about to come to terms with your fear of heights in the worst way possible.

So be it.

[the-baddest-of-batches]

Dar'Aliit: Chapter 6 - Personal Business (pt 1)

Sorry, no sneak peek bc I was away from the weekend. I'm gonna include a link here and pt 2 will be posted tomorrow!

13 BBY Nar Shadda 

“Myren…” I look dubiously at the clothing bag. “You’re sure this is a different suit?”

I trust Myren’s fashion implicitly, mostly because she has a sense of fashion, and I don’t. But I cannot see the difference between this suit and yesterdays. Not to mention the day before that. The disappointed look on Myren’s face tells me that is no fault of the suit.

“Commander,” she pauses what she’s doing and faces me. “How many clothes do you own?”

I look off. “Well, two bodysuits, civvies, and a uniform. And now the suit you bought for me on Naboo.” The urge to defend myself sticks in my throat. After all, not many people own two bodysuits. You have to keep one clean at all times, given the fact we wear these things every day.

Myren nods. “I see.” She sighs. “Yes, it’s a different suit.”

I take her word on the matter and get dressed. Different or not, I do think I’m getting used to wearing clothing that would restrict my movement on a battlefield. I still don’t have to enjoy it.

I do however enjoy the slight blush on Myren’s face when I return to the room. And I am thankfully to see the dress she’s wearing is a different color. She is beautiful.

“Ready?” I ask and offer my arm. It’s awkward, I assume. I can feel the rest of the team staring. They can stare all they want.

“Yes,” Myren agrees.

“You’re beautiful by the way.” I can’t look her in the eyes when I say it. Someday, maybe.

I can however see the faint blush on her face from the corner of my eye.

“Thank you.”

With a deep breath, I attempt not to think about the comments that will be made later and lead her down stairs. We landed here three days ago. It’s harks back to a time I’ve almost forgotten, sneaking around undercover and trying to gather information. I never was good at being covert, but there’s high stakes.

And there’s high stakes sabbac, which I have to win today or else. My only two opponents left are Jabba and Molto Shore. Stopping future terrorist attacks will depend on whether Shore or I come out on top.

At least the one thing I have mastered is keeping my cool under pressure. We walk to the gambling floor. There’s plenty of spectators. I let Myren go, she probably won’t stay long today. It’s been nice to have her there, mostly because having her around is in many ways a nice distraction from the weight currently set on my shoulders.

I did win the ship wide Sabbac game, so I’m also partly to blame for throwing my lot in for this. The universe will be a better place if I win, though. And—I try not to smirk at the thought—we could buy so many weapons with the winnings. The pot is already millions.

Myren vanishes into a crowd. I take my seat. My team is with me. They make for some impressive bodyguards. I know they have my back, so there’s nothing to worry about. Nothing except the game of course.

Molto Shore isn’t my favorite person. I actually despise him, mostly because of how much trouble he’s gone to already and what he’s involved in. Terrorism is nothing light. But for now, I have to smile.

To everyone here at this table I’m Rinn, a former clone trooper who took up arms dealing after the war. Believable story, and not too far-fetched given my own disposition toward weapons. Beautiful things. Beautiful and deadly.

Here in the underbelly of the universe on the backstreets of Nar Shadda, deadly gets you places. So, I flash my deadliest smile at Shore, and let the game begin.

#

20 BBY Abandoned Outpost

“There.”

I wince as Shave finishes the injection. Bevik is already here with his helmet in his hands. He looks afraid to breathe, but clearly, it’s safe.

“How the heck does this work?” Aftermath asks. He’s messing with the medical instruments despite clear instruction to touch nothing.

Shave throws the empty injector at him, and Aftermath dodges it. It rattles onto a tray The medic glares at Aftermath. “It’s a neutralization agent what more do I need to explain?”

“Yeah but it’s not like the air is in the bloodstream.”

“This kills it off, okay? Just don’t worry about it.” Shave huffs. “Kian take you helmet off.”

“Sir yes sir,” I mutter and remove my helmet.

Aftermath snickers.

My face doesn’t burn near as bad here. Actually it’s been numb for a while along with my arm, which Shave already mostly treated. A wrenched shoulder and several fractures in my wrist. Nothing a little bacta and splints couldn’t heal.

As I look up at Shave, who also isn’t wearing his helmet now—he apparently tested the first batch of neutralizing agent on himself—I see him grimace. “You’re gonna need a real medbay for that,” he says and reaches for my head.

I close both eyes as the tape and gauze peels off. Now it hurts like hell.

“Aftermath, grab me a painkiller!”

“Thought I wasn’t supposed to touch anything.”

“I will stab you extra hard next time you need shots.”

“Coming,” Aftermath’s tone implies he’s rolling his eyes. In a few moments there’s a sting on my neck and after the briefest burning my skin is tingling and numb again.

“I’m going to clean this off and rebandage it,” Shave says. “Arm too, and then we’ll just have to wait until we get picked up.”

“Did we figure that out?” Bevik asks.

“Mer’en isn’t back, so I’m guessing now.” Aftermath comes and stands beside me. He puts out his hand. I blink sideways at him and take it and I realize why as soon as Shave touches my face with the cleaning spray. It burns worse than the acid. My hand clenches.

Aftermath squeezes my fingers. The burning subsides but I keep up the tight grip until all the bandages are applied.

“That should keep it all covered,” Shave helps me sit up. I glance at Aftermath and he just nods. It’s all the thanks he needs.

I lean forward and Bevik hops down to come over there. “Well, seeing as we’re going to be stuck here a while, shouldn’t we at least make something of it?”

“We need to stay alert in case of Clankers,” Shave reminds him.

“We are going to stay alert,” Bevik smirks. “What’s more alert than betting?”

“No!” Aftermath shoves over and sticks a finger in Bevik’s face. “I am not betting against you anymore! You cheat, and you steal and I always get stuck cleaning refreshers!”

Bevik laughs. I lean around Aftermath and cock an eyebrow at him. This is a horrible idea, but all my senses feel a little dull after the painkiller. I turn to Bevik. “What kind of betting?”

“Sabbac?”

I grin. “I’ll play.”

“You are making a mistake,” Aftermath tells me.

Shave laughs. “Not me, I’m out. You two can have fun.”

“C’mon!” I turn to Shave. “It’s no fun with only two people.”

“Nope.” Medic lifts his hands. “I owe too many rounds of beer to Bevik already.”

“And you’re gonna make good on that!” Bevik calls out. I laugh. Maybe I’m just loopy but I laugh anyway.

“Okay, so maybe not sabbac,” I offer. “How about Dejark?”

“You’re on!” Bevik slaps me on the back. “What’s the bet?”

I eye him cautiously. It’s always important to size up the other player. Aftermath says Bevik cheats, but everyone who’s a sore loser says that. Bevik is like me. He plays a good game, and he plays it well.

Take that Hook.

I blink at the thought and realize Bevik is still waiting for my answer. My head is too fuzzy to think of anything good so I hop down and just shrug. “How about a round of beers?”

“Perfect.” Bevik hooks his thumbs in his belt. “Three games. Winner buys the other guy drinks.”

“You’re on, vode.” Read on AO3 ->

[cosmic-has-moved]

Calming The Beast

Link to Ao3 version: [HERE]

Being the adopted child of the villagers Priestess would be viewed as a blessing, but it would be quite the confusing life to the child.

Being adopted after losing her family in a house fire since she was a child. Donna Beneviento was no stranger to Mother Miranda’s personal life, knowing well what she does under the village residents’ noses.

She didn’t admit it, but it fascinated yet terrified her. Even being gifted with a doll infested with what her mother has called “cadou” to make it living, didn’t ease the unnerving feeling she got from it. She only got more comfortable or at least use to it the more older she got.

Donna wasn’t given the parasite and Miranda still has yet to give a reason why, but she didn’t mind not having it. She saw how it worked.

Mother Miranda’s recent patient was a sickly woman in her 40s, Alcina Dimitrescu was her name, suffering from a blood disease that was killing her each day. Donna had only seen the woman a few times, first time being in the horrible state, second being in her bed recovering from the cadou injection, and the third being months later visiting her saviour.

The effects were very obvious given how tall she had gotten and less human like she gave off.

The fourth visit however, was one where her adoptive mother needed her assistance with something serious. The brunette agreed, happy to help her mother and followed her down to the basement, the blonde woman holding a leather bag.

Only to question her decision upon seeing what she was going to help with.

There in Miranda’s newly built basement, chained to the ground struggling to escape and blindfolded. Was a naked Mistress Dimitrescu, only this time she looked more monstrous. Dragon like wings with small tendrils sprung out wide out of her back, along with a tail of similar details thrashing about. Her hands were black along with her claw like nails, even her feet were black.

The air in the room felt dense, hot and smelled like burning wood, but no fire in sight.

The tall lady tugged at the restraints and let out a roar, saliva flying out of her mouth and dripping down her lips. She looked desperate yet so angry.

Donna feeling uncomfortable, wanted to stay at the doorway, but was pulled from the wrist by Mother Miranda closer to the creature. Her heartbeat got quicker as they got close and she looked at the blonde woman, showing that she was afraid.

“Fear not, Donna.” Her mother said, her voice cold as her stare. “Lady Dimitrescu here is just in a bit of a situation that’s been causing her to lash out, which is why you’re here.”

Miranda gently placed her clawed hand on Alcina’s face, causing her to jolt but calm down at the touch. “She’s usually calm by my touch, but only for a limited time.” She moved her hand away, backing a bit as Alcina went to bite her. “At the moment I am extremely busy with paperwork, so I can’t afford to fix her at the moment.”

Miss Beneviento’s heart sank. “You want me to fix her?!” She stammered “Bu-But how would I even do that, Mother? I don’t even know why she’s like this.”

The Priestess smirked at the young woman before going over to the Mistress, shoving her to her back and kneeling down. “Well the main source of the problem, is this.” Donna stared in wide eyed horror as she spread Alcina’s legs, exposing her slick wet womanhood.

The sight made Donna panic and blush, “I can’t do that!” She gripped onto her white shirt and looked away. “I’m sure a guy can help her with it.”

“Alcina here isn’t a big fan of males.” Miranda let go of the pale woman and walked over to Donna, holding her shoulders. “And fear not, I got the tools to help you.” She went behind her and placed her hands over her daughter’s eyes. “Just close your eyes and I’ll guide you to the right path.” Her voice was so sickeningly reassuring.

But Donna silently obeyed through instinct and kept her eyes closed, panic still present with her. She heard the woman walk around and open something, most likely the bag she brought. Before she returned and Beneviento gasped upon Miranda strapping something around her hips, a fair amount weight being around the pelvic area.

Before Donna could open her eyes to see what was put on her, her back knees were kicked causing her to fall on top of the Mistress. Her face burning more as it was inches away from her sex. She tried moving away but a firm hand grabbed the back of her hair, and shoved it into the wet pussy, the motion causing the Countess to gasp in pleasure.

While Donna struggled to break free, her mouth accidentally opening and getting juices in her mouth. Miranda laughed a bit as Alcina crossed her legs, trapping the poor girl. “Good girl, just like that.” She let go of her hair and stood up. “Alcina, be sure not to kill her or you’ll have to pay for it.” Was all she said before leaving and locking the door.

Finally pushing herself up off the giant and spurting out the thick liquid off her tongue, Donna found herself face to face with the blinded woman. Her hot heavy breathing brushed against the young woman’s skin, her face becoming redder.

She tried to get off of her but found her large legs wrapped around her, trapping her there. Donna’s heart beat faster in a panic at the situation she was in, and it didn’t help that she could hear the Countess moan Miranda’s name in a quiet manner. It both angered and disgusted her.

In a moment of defeat, Donna looked down to finally see what was strapped to her and gasped upon seeing a large strap-on against her legs, the tip resting against Alcina’s left inner thigh.

A tug of chains forced her to look back at Alcina in fright. Despite being blindfolded, she could tell how desperate and out of it she was. Her long tongue hung out as she panted heavily and her fangs tipped with her own blood from biting her bottom lip. It was almost sad to look at, and her small whimpers didn’t help.

So with great reluctance, Donna positioned herself more comfortably and shifted the dildo with her hand. As the tip rubbed against the entrance making Alcina moan softly, she gradually slipped it in.

“AH~!” The Mistress let out a disordered high pitched moan, which motivated Donna to proceed on slipping in and out of her. More moans escaping her red lips and filling the room.

She did her best to avoid looking at the woman as her moans turned into screams, only forcing her attention onto moving her hips at a rhythmic beat. But even she couldn’t help herself from moaning, the fluid from Alcina getting onto her jeans and shirt.

“More! More!” The winged beast demanded.

Donna was doing her best to go at a fast speed she could go, but it seemed to not be enough for her. Her tail smacked itself on the ground startling the young woman to a stop, which only angered her further.

The tugging of the chains got more frequent and strained as the lady beast snarled, her legs wrapped tight enough that Donna could continue.

She tried moving in order to calm the lady down, but could only grind against her, which seemed to do the trick as Alcina stopped snarling and continued softly groaning.

Through fear of not wanting to risk angering her again, Donna glanced down at her breast, gulping harshly before taking a nipple into her mouth. Nibbling and sucking on it pleased her greatly, her groans turned into low moans and her legs eased up.

Pleased with herself and the process, Miss Beneviento continued moving her hips and placed her thumb against the woman’s clitoris, circling it in the same motion her was tongue was on her nipple.

The movement of her hips gradually became harder and harder, increasing the frequency of the wet slaps and slurping sounds. It didn’t help that it also increased Donna’s horniness.

The moans escaping from Alcina’s mouth were quickly shifted to moaning out a name.

“Miranda! Don’t stop!” She begged, singling that she was close to orgasming.

The mentioning of her mother’s name bothered her greatly, her brows furrowed and she slowed down before her mouth let go of her breast.

“Beg.” She ordered quietly.

The Countess whimpered and growled at her, demanding her to continue and tug at the chains more. This didn’t disdain Donna however, she pinched her clit and tugged on it, a pained moan slipping out of Alcina’s mouth.

The young woman spoke again, her voice more calmer. “I said. Beg.”

Lady Dimitrescu tried biting at her but the collar around her neck stopped her, refusing to submit. Her pulling getting stronger and stronger.

“I said, be-

SNAP!

As the chains finally broke releasing the beast, Donna was tackled onto her back.

Alcina sat on top of her, a thirsty grin on her face. This terrified the small woman to a great extant, realizing how much she had messed up, cursing herself for being jealous in the moment.

Placing a claw on the cloth shielding her vision and tearing it off, Donna stared wide eyed at the glowing gold eyes that stared back at her in great hunger. She went to tried to push the giantess off but her hands were quickly restrained above her head, leaning her head down and giving Donna a good sniff. Taking in all of her scent and moaning out a shudder of pleasure.

Donna was too scared and ashamed of herself to move as Alcina used a singular claw to cut open her shirt, along with her bra, exposing her small breast. The sight seemed to please her as she let out a deep chuckle and gripped the dildo, tearing it off and shoving into Donna’s mouth.

Sitting up and placing the woman on her leg, using her free hand to rip her pants off and slid her panties down. Donna’s protest were of course muffled from the dildo which made her gag everytime she tried speaking.

This pleased the Countess and she cupped Donna’s crotch, shoving two of her fingers deep into her sex, she would’ve screamed if she wasn’t gagged.

Pumping her fingers into the squirming brunette at a quick pace, suckling and nibbling on her neck to the point of bleeding. “You’re already so wet for me~.” Her voice was disordered yet so erotic. “Cum for me~.”

Donna tried shaking her head to protest, but the waves of pleasures paralysed her from doing so. Her eyes rolled back as a large shock of pleasure pulsated through her body, a body twitching orgasm.

Slipping her fingers out of Miss Beneviento, blood was mixed into her fluid and she licked them clean, moaning in content from the taste of her prey.

“So much better than normal blood.” She muttered, inhaling Donna’s scent before sinking her teeth into her shoulder, sucking the blood out of the wound while ignoring the quiet screams.

Hot tears trickle down the maiden’s face as the sharp pain shot through her body, only easing up when the Countess finally stopped and licked the remaining plasma off her lips. Exhaling a moan from the taste before removing the gag, tossing it to the side as Donna finally gasped in full oxygen into her lungs.

Moving the small woman onto her lap, being certain she knows it’s not over yet. Her small wrist in her grip had now given up on moving, but the tall lady didn’t seem to care. Biting her bottom lip to stifle her low moans, Alcina used her free hand to knead Beneviento’s rump.

Donna herself was confused for a short while, until she felt small tendrils brush against her bare thighs. The sight of the thick pale flesh like tentacles emerging from the Mistress’s pelvis, set a fire inside her, a fire of desire that she didn’t want to embrace.

As the tentacles wrapped around each other to form a penile like form, Donna tried scooting away only to find herself getting pulled closer to it. The tip pressed itself against her stomach and slid up to the bottom of her breast, giving her an idea of the size of it that made her forcefully swallow the air in her throat.

“Th-That won’t fit!” the young maiden explained as she looked up at her, a plea in her eyes. But that didn’t sway the predator, she just grinned a sinister grin.

She was slow at first, but impatience changed her mind, she had torn something inside her. She repeatedly slammed Donna up and down on her makeshift cock, her screams and moans music to her ears. The heat that had put her into such an uncomfortable state earlier, began easing with each harsh thrust.

Donna’s screams of pain quickly went to scream of pleasure, eyes half lidded and mouth left a gap. It didn’t take too long for her to be lost into the feeling of ecstasy, not acknowledging the amount of blood flowing out of her womanhood mixing into her discharge.

Finally letting go of her now bruised wrist and wrapped an arm around her. The other hand gripping onto the woman’s ass, Alcina pounded more and more into her, the sounds of their flesh colliding with each other getting wetter and louder.

The confidence the Mistress had showed slipped off, showing how lost she was into the moment. Her pupils dilated to a large state, almost like a cat.

Alcina wrapped both of her arms around her, holding her close. Her sweet whispers of claiming her becoming more horse and erotic, causing her walls to tighten around her and increase the pleasure.

Grunts of strained pleasure replaced Donna’s moans, her mouth dry from how long she kept it open. She had lost how many times she had orgasmed, all she cared about enjoy the moment.

Shifting position by laying back on the ground and holding the woman up straight, Alcina guided her hips to continue the movement. The bulge on her stomach appearing and disappearing everytime she weakly moved.

It was clear that Donna barely had any strength left to continue on her own, but she still tried. Her mind becoming more hazy and blank, all she knew to do was pump her hips with the occasional thrust from Alcina.

A hand slid up on Donna’s face, caressing the scar on her eye, easing her a bit more.

This continued on for what felt like days, before Miss Beneviento felt her thick tail wrap around her torso to her neck, her hands instinctively grabbing it. Her worries of what the lady was doing quickly answered upon the tail moving her body, upping the speed to their limit.

Both their eyes rolled back as the immense shock waves of pure heaven electrified their bodies to a few twitches. Their vaginal fluids mixing together along with Donna’s virgin blood, they could stay like that forever.

After finally letting go of the small maiden letting her collapse on top of her, the Mistress grabbed her face and pressed their lips together. Her tongue wrapping around hers and exploring her mouth, nibbling on her bottom lip upon breaking it.

Donna let out a pathetic plea of more before she got it, the kiss more messy and hungry. Whelping weakly as Alcina bit down on her tongue to get more blood from her, it hurt but a good hurt.

They laid there for a while in a sweaty hot mess before Alcina wrapped her wings around them in a cuddle, her eyes slowly closing before they both fell into a slumber.

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Donna woke from the sound of low throaty growls. She found her vision to be covered by cold pale skin, her body still being held tightly.

“Despite the trouble I went through, you’re still being a stubborn brat.”

A familiar voice, one that made her turn her head, only to see spiky flesh surrounding her. The growl she woke from becoming more threatening, the hold on her more tighter.

“Just because I told you not to kill her, doesn’t mean you can be possessive of her.”

She finally recognised the voice to be her guardian, Mother Miranda. Fear and shame suddenly filled the young woman’s being, as she curled up in a ball as a way to hide. Gasping loudly upon feeling the mess of tentacles still inside of her, the movement making a groan escape the lips of the Countess.

“… What did you do with her, Alcina?” Demanded the Priestess, no concern in her voice, only annoyance.

“She’s mine!” Alcina roared, the vibrations of the tone almost soothing to the brunette.

“I help you with your disgusting animal like rage, and you repay me by stealing one of my possessions?” Miranda’s tone was cold that it sent an uncomfortable chill down Donna’s spine.

All the tall woman responded with was resting her head on top of Donna’s, being clear of what she wants. This annoyed Miranda, but she just sighed and walked off.

“Fine, but you better not ask more out of me after this.” Miranda finished before opening the door and stepping out. Leaving the two alone again.

Donna went to speak but found that Alcina already asleep, low soothing rumblings heard from her chest. So she did was she thought was right at the moment, she rested her head against the woman’s large chest and closed her eyes.

[lordabovehelpme]

Injured- Din Djarin x Reader

Request: Well, everyone sees Din as Grogu's father and they even tell him, but one day Reader tells him that too and Din says "Yes, he has a father but he doesn't have a mother... yet" and looks directly at Reader 👀*heart eyes, motherf* - @along-the-lines-of-space

A/n: Hon! This is such a cute idea!!! I kinda went a different direction with it, but if you want me to do it again, totally tell me! Love ya! 

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You can hear the hatch open, signifying the mandalorians return. Climbing down the ladder you watch as he drags the quarry to the carbonite freezer. But he moves slower than usual, almost as if he is stuck in his own world.

As soon as the quarry is frozen the mandalorian collapses onto the ground. The harsh clank of metal on unforgiving metal ringing through the hull. He groans and shifts to lay on his side. Gasping you rush to his side. “Mando?”

You pull his head onto your lap and look down into his visor. He grumbles and nuzzles into your thighs.

“Mando, what happened?” You gasp again when you notice a growing pool of blood below his knee. “What happened?” This time you say it louder, needing to hear his answer.

“Quarry… explosive… didn’t notice.” He turns his helmet further into your thighs and his breaths starts to even out.

“No no no, come on. Stay with me.” But, your pleads mean nothing to him. If it weren't for the fact that he is bleeding out, you would laugh at how funny his snores sound in the vocoder. Cursing, your mind starts to work out a plan. You take his head in your hands and wiggle from beneath him. Placing your elbows under his armpits you struggle to pull him over to the bunk.

Rushing to the fresher, you grab a bowl of water and a couple washcloths. You had already gave up on lifting the beast of a man up onto the bunk, so you’ve grabbed blankets and pillows and placed them around him.

Making sure he is still asleep, you start to take his leg armor off. Cringing, you realize that there is no way to treat his wound with his pants on. You sigh, “Forgive me, but you’ll die if I don’t.” Slowly you unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. Heat rises to your cheeks and you bite your lip, giving one last look at the mandalorians visor, you pull his pants down.

You curse at the length of his wound, it travels down from the middle of his thigh to below his knee. “Okay, prepared to be healed.” Dunking the washcloth in the bowl, you start to clean the wound as best as you can. You’re gentle yet firm as you scrub away the already dried blood.

As soon as you’re content with your cleaning job, you grab some bandages and start to wrap his leg. It’s now that you fully realize how exposed your mandalorian is. His pants pulled down to his ankles and his beautiful tan skin exposed for your gaze.

You would think he would be smaller without the bulky armor, but it’s almost as if he has become larger. The air no longer flows in and out of your lungs, it suffocates you with his natural spicy scent.

He groans and you shrink, afraid for when he wakes up. Thankfully, he stays asleep. Sighing, you shake your head and try to run from your improper thoughts. Grabbing a bacta shot, you tap the end, getting rid of air bubbles, and inject the medicine into his meaty thigh.

Taking his pants off all together you fold them and toss them into a corner. You grab another blanket and drape it across his form, giving him some much needed dignity. Trying to make him even more comfortable, you take the rest of his armor off, leaving him in his underclothes and helmet.

You tuck the blanket around him and make sure his head is supported by the pillow. However, when you go to walk away your heart tugs at you. You get a nasty feeling that as soon as you leave, he’ll wake up in a worse state. Weighing your options you eventually lay down next to him.

His soft snores are faint but they soothe your anxiety of him being dead. Slowly, you shimmy towards him. It’s cold in the ship and you can feel the goosebumps forming on your skin. Biting your lip, you lift the blanket and snuggle up against his side, mindful of his leg.

He should be okay for now; or you hope so. The warmth radiating off of his body is starting to make you sleepy. You look up at his chin, admiring the hair that has started to grow underneath his chin, obviously it's been a few days since he’s shaved. Snapping back down to look at his covered chest, you curse at yourself so being so plain with your ogling.

You close your eyes and nuzzle into his chest, succumbing to your slumber.

***

Thrashing limbs and groans wake you up. “Cyare.”

“Hey hey hey.” Your eyes beg to stay closed but you stay awake and sit up. His hands grab at you. “It’s okay, don’t move, you’ll exhaust yourself.”

“Cyare…” His head leans back down on the pillow.

“Hey big boy.” You rub small circles on the back of his hands. “Stay here, I am going to go get some water.” He grumbles something, but you’re already up and walking over to the kitchen area. Filling the bowl back up, you also grab a glass for him.

Sitting back down near him you peel the blanket back. In a panic, the mandalorian reaches down to cover himself.

“Sorry, I had to take your pants off to get to it.” He doesn’t say anything. “Alright… I um got you some water. Let me just rewrap this and then I’ll leave you.” He still stays silent. You frown as you realize that the bandages are already bloody again; must have been from him moving. “Mando, I’m gonna need you to not wake up in tizzy fits anymore, you’re just opening the wound back up.”

You unwrap the bloody bandages and wet a washcloth, then begin to clean it again. He hisses when you press it to his body.

“Sorry… sorry.”

“It’s okay.” One of those warm palms grabs your hip and rubs your skin.

“Okay, this is going to hurt, but you’ll feel much better in about ten minutes.” You grin as you hold up a bacta shot. As you poke it into his thigh, the hand squeezes your hip. “All done, now it’s time to wrap it up, okay?” The hand gives you a couple squeezes.

After you finish wrapping the wound, you pull the blanket back over his form and go to get up. “Cyare, stay.”

You cup his helmet. “I can’t, you need to drink some water.”

“Turn around.”

Giving him an apprehensive look, you follow his command and turn around. One hand stays tracing circles on your hip, while you can hear the other shuffle around. The glass clinks as he sets it back down and the hand on your hip tugs you back towards him.

“You can look now cyare.” You turn back around. “Come here, m’ tired.” He lifts the blanket and his arm, creating a perfect space for your body. Succumbing to his offer, you snuggle up into side. His arm settles down around your shoulders and his fingertips graze across your skin.

***

It’s become routine for the two of you. Every couple hours you’ll unwrap and redress his wound. Then you give him a bacta shot and within ten minutes the stoic mandalorian no longer has a filter. This time being no different. However, he was complaining about the pain so you gave him the shot before dressing the wound again.

“Cyare.”

“Mhm?”

“Am I going to die? I feel like I am going to die.”

Biting back your laughter, you play along. “You can’t die on me, you have a son to take care of. What would he do without his father?”

“Yes, he has a father, but no mother...yet.” His visor tilts to look at you, his voice lower than usual.

Raising your eyebrows, you continue to wrap his wound, “Mm, is that so?”

“Yeah.”

“Well where are you going to find this special lady?”

His hand reaches up and cups your face. “She’s right here. And she’s quite pretty too.”

Your eyes snap to meet his visor. No, that can’t be right, it’s the bacta that's talking. “Alright, hot shot.”

Under his helmet he frowns. “No cyare, I’m serious.” His hand drops from your face to grab at your hand. “Wanna have children with you. Want you to be the mother of my kids. Wanna wake up and be able to kiss you.”

Your mouth is opening and closing, you probably look like a fish out of water, but you don’t care about that right now. You can’t even start to gather your thoughts, they’re moving too fast for you to even process them.

After a few minutes of you just staring you finally start to form words. But his soft snores are the only thing he offers.

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The spot next to you is cold when you wake up. Panic rips through your body as you shoot up and search for the mandalorian.

A deep chuckle sounds from behind you, “I’m right here cyare.” You turn around and spot him sitting on a chair, thighs spread wide as he keeps his injured leg straight. He has a pair old black shorts on, that are way too short for your mind to comprehend.

“Why… when did you get up?” Your rub at your eyes, trying to shake away your sleep.

“I felt better, and I was hungry. Did you sleep good?”

“Ummm… yeah.” Suddenly all of what he said earlier comes back to you, making heat flow to your cheeks.

Almost as if he understands what you were saying, he leans over and sets his elbows on his knees. “Listen, cyare… I’m sorry for what I said-”

“Did you mean it?” You interpret him before you can stop yourself. Cringing at your abruptness you peer down at the blanket and start to play with the edge.

“What?” He genuinely sounds confused.

“Did, did you mean it? Um, what you said?” The thread that you have been picking at has become even more interesting.

“Cyare, look at me.” He reaches out and his index finger lifts your chin. You let him and finally meet his visor, fighting back the part in you that begs for you to run away. “I am sorry for being so blunt, but I did.”

You nod, not totally processing what he said yet. “Oh.” His hand brushes away the stray hair that fell in your face. Then it finally hits you, “Oh!” Shuffling closer to him, he brushes your hair. “Well you know… I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” You grin up at him and he chuckles.

Standing up you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him. He pulls you close, slotting his helmet into the space between your shoulder and neck.

“But let’s take it slow, okay?”

“Of course cyare.”

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