#another bump because this has continued to scare the shit out of me

[moonstruckme]

hey, i have a request idea if you'd want to indulge 🫣 could you write about remus x reader where reader isn't used to being comforted or having someone console her when she's upset/crying and it takes a bit of convincing and remus reassuring her to let him hug her or be with her while she's upset?

Thanks for requesting!

cw: modern-ish au I guess because there are portable phones

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

You feel lucky, you think through tears. It’s a funny thought to have, cold in the alley outside a pub with a stone-like pressure lodged in your throat, but you do. You feel lucky to have taken your call outside. That you didn’t pick up the phone while you were with your friends, or at work earlier today, or later when you’re home with your flatmate. You’re glad to have the luxury of privacy for your small meltdown. 

The sharp squeal of the door has you backing instinctively towards the wall, hiding yourself in shadows. You’re hoping the exiting patron will pass you by without noticing you, or else they’ll think you’re just out for a smoke. You’re not quite as lucky as that, though. 

“Y/n?” Remus calls your name out the door. He’s not as noisy as the rest of your friends even when he’s trying to be, just loud enough to be heard. Like a coward, you keep quiet until his head turns and he spots you. 

“Oh, thank god.” He smiles. It’s too dark, and he’s too far away to see the tears on your cheeks. “You’ve been gone a long while. James was scared you’d been kidnapped.” He opens the door to the pub further. “Ready to come back in?” 

You clear your throat. “I’ll be there in a minute.” 

Remus’ smile fades into bemusement. “You’re not still on the phone?” 

“No...” 

“What’s wrong?” He steps outside, letting the door swing closed behind him. 

“Remus—” You reach out as if you catch it, as if you're anywhere near enough. “It’ll lock you out.” 

He doesn’t so much as glance behind him. The door shuts with a dull thud, and Remus continues towards you, brows tucking closer together as he does. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks again. 

“Nothing.” 

“You’re crying.” 

“Please go back inside.” Your voice is thin and quiet now, lined with desperation. 

Remus’ expression twinges with something like hurt. His tone is exceedingly gentle. “Why? Darling, are you alright?” 

As much as you try to stop them, his concern has fresh tears breaking past your waterline. You swallow a whimper. 

Remus takes another step toward you, reaching, and you feel like shit for taking a step back. 

“I don’t want you to see me like this,” you whisper. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” he shushes you, hands still outstretched like he’s comforting some frightened animal. The darkness blurs his features, making his irises bleed into pupils and the bump of his nose indistinct. “There’s nothing wrong with it.” 

You bite your lip, trying to quiet yourself. “I really—really don’t like to cry in front of people.” 

“I’m sorry. I just want you to be alright. What’s wrong?” 

“It’s really nothing.”

Remus makes a soft, sympathetic sound. “Okay. Can I give you a hug?” 

“Remus, I—” You press your fingertips into your eyes. “I appreciate it, and I’m sorry, but I’d like it if you’d go back inside please.” 

“I’m sorry,” he says back in much the same tone. “I’m not going to leave you out here by yourself. We can…we can go somewhere else if you want. Or I can take you home. I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable, I just can’t leave you here. It’s not safe.” 

You take in a breath and nod, trying to be understanding. Tears continue to slither down your cheeks. 

“Do you want to go home?” 

“No. I…my flatmate’s there.” 

“Oh, sweetheart.” He sounds upset, his voice softening into something almost unbearable. “I wish you wouldn’t cry by yourself. We don’t have to talk about it, but I’d like it if you’d let me comfort you. Please.” 

You hold your lip between your teeth, a feeling both hollow and tight sitting in your middle. Remus takes a tentative step forward. When you don’t move, he closes the rest of the distance. 

It’s like someone’s punched the air out of you. Your shoulders give a small jerk, and Remus lays his hand flat between them, steadying with its gentle pressure. You put your arms around him. 

“Shh, it’s alright,” he murmurs. “You’re alright.” 

Everything gets worse, but it feels better. You tremble and get snot on his shirt. Remus doesn’t seem to mind. He only holds you. Over time, your upset dissolves like a tablet in water, fizzing up before it fades to near nothing. 

Remus lets you go when you pull away, tugging the sleeve of your shirt over your fist to wipe your face. He gets a few tears for you, too, combs your hair away from your face, all without saying much. He’s letting you choose the terms of what gets discussed. 

“Sorry,” you say, voice scratchy. “Thanks.” 

“You’re alright,” Remus replies. It’s a mantra at this point. 

“I’m…I didn’t really mean to…” 

“You can always come to me with things like this.” Remus gives you a tender look, one part tentative and two parts earnest. “It’s alright to be upset, yeah? I know you don’t always want to be with someone when you are, but I always want to be with you, so. Just, you can come to me if you want to.” 

“Thank you,” you say again, softer. A feeling takes form in your chest, ballooning into the space between you. It pushes and pulls at the same time. 

You wonder if Remus is feeling something similar. His lips press together almost ruefully as he cups your face in his hand, thumb rubbing tenderly over your cheekbone. 

You start to pull in a breath. 

The door to the pub bangs open. 

“There you are!” James sticks his head out, glasses refracting the light from inside. “I was half ready to phone the authorities! What are you two doing?” 

“I told you they’d be fine,” Sirius says from somewhere inside. “Probably just having a smoke.” 

“They’re not smoking.” James’ eyes squint as he tries to make you out. “They’re…” 

“We were just talking.” Remus steps toward them, letting his hand slip from your face casually. “We’re ready to come back in, though, I think.” He looks at you. “Are you?” 

“Um, yeah.” You run a knuckle quickly under your eye. Remus catches your hand, squeezing. 

“You look fine,” he promises lowly. “Lovely. Okay?” 

You feel your lips tug weakly upward. “Oh. Okay.” 

“Why are we cavorting in dark alleyways?” James asks as you both move past him. The light inside seems blinding, and you worry for your puffy eyes, but Remus’ hand is warm and reassuring in yours. “I didn’t realize how dark it was. We shouldn’t have let you take your call out there in the first place, babe. Do you two have some shadowy dealings I ought to know about?” 

“They wouldn’t be shadowy for long if you knew about them,” Remus points out. 

“Too true, Moony. But that’s why you keep me around, isn’t it. I’m your moral compass. And you owe your moral compass a pint for the fright you’ve put him through tonight, I think.”

[radiance1]

Okay guys.

Dragon Danny, this time not eastern.

BUT HEAR ME OUT, HEAR. ME. OUT.

He's made of....

GOO!

Not just any goo, obviously. But ectoplasmic goo :3

This au is gonna be disconnect from both the Ghost King and Ghost Prince headcanon I should say. Instead of being king of all ghosts, he's basically like...

A mega Blob ghost.

King of the Blob ghosts, even.

Like, basically the equivalent of those giant slime monsters or that King slime boss from Terraria but a dragon!

Whenever he's in dragon form, he can choose if he wants legs or not, if he doesn't, he basically just moves like, well, a snail. Obviously faster than a snail, but still. He doesn't leave a trail behind most of the time though, because he actually needs that stuff thank you very much and leaving a trail behind is pretty messy obviously.

Whenever he uses legs he just walks as any other two legged creature.

Because of his unique biology, he can basically shift between Eastern and Western dragon form at will. He can manipulate his body far more than that, but anyways.

So, Danny has outlived his friends and family, so there isn't much for him to really, well, do anymore. Like, at all.

The GIW was and still is persistent as ever though. Even if he's outlived the original members that were gunning for him.

Apparently, becoming a goo dragon and ascending to his status as King of the Blob ghosts bumped up both his valuableness and his threat simultainously.

Which he guesses is fair because if he saw a guy turn into a giant dragon and he doesn't have a positive relationship with he would see him as a threat too.

So, how did this lead to him being locked up inside of a heavily fortified base created explicitly for him to be contained within.

Well, funny story that (It's not).

He was just minding his business, having recently broken out of another containment facility by the GIW to try and contain him, and he went back to the forest near Amity Park to just chill as he always did.

A few... weeks? Months? He honestly couldn't remember, he was confronted by the GIW. Didn't take them seriously, got this gas/liquid thing shoved inside of him, knocked out, then woke up in contaiment.

Which is basically a giant hole in the ground.

Except that it's a high-tech hole in the ground.

Something, something, ectoplasmic suppressors or whatever that leave him less able to manipulate his own ectoplasm, which is a bummer. He can still manipulate it, of course, just to a far less degree than he could've before, along with that liquid that'll be pumped into him via some metal round in the ground directly below him whenever he gets too rowdy.

Well.

Consider him effectively contained.

So, time passes, how much he couldn't tell you since his concept of time is warped after living for so long plus, it's not like anyone there would really tell him if he asked now would they?

However, today seemed to be an exciting day, because something was happening.

He could see it in the way scientists scramble for an exit and how the guards run through his area. Of course, some still stay to 'guard' him, since he thinks he's some kind of priceless item.

A scientist's words, not his, but being referred to as priceless is nice.

And then wouldn't you know it?

That one scientist that said they would do their best to help him actually pulled through with their words! Thanks, Henry, he has decided that he will not kill you!

(He wasn't going to do it anyways, but it's fun to scare people.)

With both the guards gone, the ectoplasmic suppressors down, and no one to stick that liquid shit into his system.

Well.

You can say he finally gets to go apeshit.

And a dragon is a formidable foe any day. Add to that a rampaging, bored of his mind, petty, dragon that's able to manipulate himself however he wants?

Even better situation for him, how the facility is seemingly being raided right now!

Danny then, no warning, shoves Henry inside of himself. For protection, and then continues his rampage.

Meanwhile, the Justice League, the ones raiding said facility, is currently here because of the Anti-Ecto Acts.

A set of laws they do not, and will not, stand by.

[reverieblondie]

Be Sweet to Me

Chapter 2

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara X Fem!reader

Warnings: None for this chapter, but there will be eventual smut, Pining, and teasing. Alternating POVs, wandering eyes.

Summary: He saved you, why did he save you? And why is he so familiar?

A/N: Okay I know I haven't updated this series in a while BUT! I swear I will never just leave a series unfinished! I hate when I get invested in something and the writer doesn't finish! So updates might be slow but that's because I am putting a lot of thought into this. (Plus just slow writer, sorry!)

Chapter: 1 <- ///////// -> Chapter: 3

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It tingles still….

Miguel rubs his hand on his neck where you had fixed his tie, hours later and he can still feel the tingling warmth your fingertips left behind. Even the slightest touch stirs him still, he thought he would be over this by now considering how often you two bump into each other and all your friendly gestures. Every time it's an electric shock through his system. -Annoying…

Layla says it’s from being touched-starved but he rather eat a pile of rocks before he admits that to himself…though…the sensation only happens when you are touching him. -of course. 

From the top of the building Miguel watches as you walk back to your apartment, you have been working late again… he told you to get home on time but of course, you don’t listen to him… it’s dangerous to be walking home alone at night, especially with the hopelessly addicted taking every opportunity to mug people for their fix. Hints why he’s here surveying the city, not you, why would he be watching you? He just happened to be in the area when he spotted you, nothing weird. 

Miguel watches as you walk without a care bobbin your head to whatever you're listening to. You shouldn't be walking around at night with earbuds in, how irresponsible…though that thought quickly dissolves into another as his stare lingers on you. 

Have you always looked this good? Your hair cascading perfectly down, shining bright eyes, and the way your hips are swaying so…tantalizingly. Miguel groans and turns away from you, shutting those thoughts down instantly. He can’t think that about you, he works with you, you're annoying and touchy, and if he had thoughts about you it could complicate things. 

Plus, besides all that being Spider-Man was filled with a lot of responsibility and then there was the multiverse and…everything that went with that….

No, this was best…being alone meant he could be focused, he couldn’t afford to slip up…to let anything distract him…

Shaking off the feelings Miguel’s eyes go back towards you. As he continues to watch you he sees that it’s no longer just you walking down the dark sidewalk but a hood-clad figure steadily approaching with their head down. Okay, Miguel knows from experience what’s about to happen, it’s textbook at this point. The guy is going to pull out a weapon and take your stuff. Miguel or well Spider-Man will make sure he doesn’t get far with your things. 

Right on cue, as the man is about to pass you he speeds up, grabbing your bag and pulling. Though this doesn’t go as Miguel expected…

Usually, the bag gets grabbed, the person screams for help and the burglar goes off running for him to web up and get the bag back. Instead, you hold onto your bag pulling back, the guy looks at you surprised and Miguel matches the expression.

Pulling the guy's face goes from surprised to irritated, “Let go of the bag!” 

You pull back, “You let go of the bag, asshole!” 

“Don’t make me hurt you!” The man starts to go for something hidden in his waistband and Miguel knows that now he has to intervene. 

As the tug-of-war match continues it is interrupted by Miguel or Spider-Man jumping down and scaring the absolute shit out of the two of you. The guy gives one more tug before he relents, pushing the bag back at you and running away. Typically Miguel is just running and webbing up the attacker not giving the attackie any attention, but this was you and despite his logical thinking he decides to stay by your side. Very atypical for Spider-Man. 

Turning to look at you he sees you on the ground looking up at him completely gobsmacked. Okay, you look surprised…maybe he should say something to ease the tension…

“Usually people just let go of the bag” -nice, meet her actions with judgment. Way to go Miguel...

Tilting your head at him you stand up, “Why would I have done that? I’m not going to let some creep try and take my stuff” 

He sighs, sliding his hand down his face and he feels his patience thinning. “What you did was reckless and you could get yourself hurt or worse, killed.” 

Placing your hands on your hips you cock an eyebrow at him, funny you must have picked up the expression from him. “Aren't you the one who says we have to learn to protect ourselves?” 

Miguel can’t help but step forward meeting your combative attitude, clearly, you saw a video of the bus incident, “Yeah but that doesn’t mean act reckless and get yourself hurt” 

 “And to think, everyone thinks you don’t care about the city or the people,” you say with a giggle. -only you can meet this whole thing with some kind of humor, being friendly to a masked man whom the city hates. 

“People can believe what they want.” he turns away to end his conversation with you. 

“Well, I believe in you, Spider-Man.” 

This makes him stop in his tracks turning towards you once more, “What?”

“I bel-” he holds up his hand silencing you as he approaches you closer and closer. Why is this bothering him? 

“I heard you, why?” you're backing away from him, and he reads your face, you should be scared…but you're not…

“Well, I believe that someone who looks after the city like you can’t be a bad guy…” 

He's still approaching you, he’s intimidating you back into a wall successfully cornering you. “Maybe they are all right to hate and fear me…maybe you're wrong for seeing me as a hero…” 

Why is he doing this…

He has too…

He has to push you away…he has to keep you distant, everyone distant…

Miguel becomes lost in his thoughts, he knows he needs to distance himself, He wants you to be scared, to make you hate him…though he does want your friendship, but he can’t risk it. Not after everything that has happened. 

Then a rush of warmth spreads through him, and your soft hand is pressed to his shoulder…it's a comforting gesture like you're trying to console him. To reach out to him. Miguel's breath nearly stops; it feels like lightning rushing through him.  

“You're not perfect, but you're not as bad as you want everyone to believe.” 

He feels his eyes widen and he knows from the slight tilt of your head that his expression is being reflected through the mask. Miguel backs away no longer caging you between his arms. Shaking off the feeling he turns away from you, irritation blooming within his chest. Why do you always know how to rattle him…

��Just get home without getting yourself killed…” 

Shooting his red web he swings off away from you, lighting still lingering through him from your touch. 

Finally home…

With a groan you take off your shoes and put down your things, stripping away your work clothes as you make it through your apartment towards your bedroom. Today has been…interesting to say the least…

Getting dressed into your comfortable clothes you lay back in your bed staring blankly at the ceiling until you can’t suppress the urge any longer. Reaching aimlessly you grab your pad and search for the thing that has consumed your thoughts on your walk home. 

Spider-Man, 

Looking him up you see, what you expected, people complaining about him. News outlets saying that he is a menace and needs to be stopped. People talked about him, sharing their experiences, the overwhelming consensus being: that people were not too fond of the grouchy spider. You however were more lenient in his behavior. 

Having to save a city can’t be easy, sure he could use some consulting with a good PR agent but he's trying his best to protect everyone. He came to your rescue tonight, he just seems like he’s tired. Irritated for sure but not evil.

As you're scrolling through the articles about him you stop on a picture of the masked vigilantly. Unblurred pictures were a rarity and this was one of the very few, considering you just had an encounter with him the picture does little to actually depict the stature of him. How intimidating he is, it's funny you hardly ever get intimidated, the only person who has intimidated you lately is…

Your face scrunches and you look back at your tablet looking at the picture again then you quickly open up another screen typing with haste till both pictures are side by side. 

It's a picture of Miguel in his lab coat standing for a picture with the whole genetics department, a request made from the higher-ups for all the departments to do group photos. You remember how pissed Miguel was having to take the picture, a permanent frown on his face as the rest of the department smiles brightly, including you right next to Miguel. You had tried everything to get him to smile but nothing seemed to work. 

Looking at the picture you see how big Miguel is compared to everyone else. Tall and muscular just like a hero you know, and they both seemed to be rather…grumpy…

Closing the screens you shake your head at the crazy thought. Miguel O’Hara is not Spider-Man there's just no way! 

Laying in bed you stare upwards as your brain ticks with the possibilities. There could be crazier guesses but Miguel? Really? How could you even figure something like that out? Plus do you want to know? No, it’s too outlandish…

After a long night filled with dreams of Spider-man and Miguel you can’t help how you're starting to see even more similarities…

At work, you go through your usual duties, bring assignments to Miguel, and checking developments from projects you had sent off, the usual. Miguel of course was at work by the time you arrived, always so early stretching himself so thin for this place that you didn’t even think he truly likes. Everyone had their views and thoughts on Alchemax but they typically didn’t challenge the higher-ups like Miguel did. Honestly, it's one of the first things that drew you to him, he wasn’t scared to call people on their bullshit no matter who it was.

That’s kinda heroic, isn’t it? Standing up to big corporations when they are being jerks? 

Turning your head you watch as Miguel reads through reports and wipes his hand over his face in irritation…huh? That’s another thing he did…

Instead of wondering what could be making him irritated like a good coworker you just rest your chin in hand and observe…looking for something...

Taking his lab coat off he seems to be getting even more frustrated, leaning it over his chair as he starts frantically swiping at screens. Watching his back you see how his muscles seem to fight the shirt's material like it wants to rip at any moment. Placing his hands on his waist, you can’t help how your eyes follow his strong arms, to his narrow waist, then wandering to his ass…

A part of you is screaming to look away. This is a HR complaint waiting to happen, but as you tilt your head you look at his ass more carefully a thought crosses your mind. The flashing thought of Spider-man walking away from you and then swinging away. Sure, it might be creepy to have checked out the hero's butt, and to now be doing it to your co-worker…just the similarity is uncanny…Can you even recognize someone from their butt? 

Very discreetly you pull out your phone to look up pictures of Spider-man. You find one, from behind. As you look at the picture and then at Miguel you think that it is uncanny how similar they look from the back.

Miguel then turns to you suddenly catching your eyes being on him. You feel your cheeks warm and quickly put away your phone and start arranging your work.  

“We are going to have to stay late tonight,” he says in a grumble. 

Miguel seems tired…the bags under his eyes are more prevalent than normal. Honestly you don’t know if he could handle a late night of work, it looks like he hasn’t slept in days. Usually, you would give some kind of sassy response to the news, perhaps saying how he couldn’t even stay late because of how he looks, but today you decide to remain quiet; this might be a good opportunity for you to do some…investigating…

He’s got to get rest, he can feel his head bobbing as he stares at the different samples trying to urge his eyes to focus and his mind to wake up. Miguel is tired and he can feel his body becoming sluggish. It's been 72 hours without proper rest and it's starting to take its toll on him. He can't keep doing this but he has no other option. 

Miguel stands up stretching, his muscles stretch and pop and as he extends his hands up above his head. As he gets lost in the sublet moment of relaxation he hears your steps approaching carefully, almost like you're not trying to disturb him. -that's different from how you typically act. 

Opening his eyes he sees you waiting patiently with a smile, two hot cups of coffee in your hands.

“Tired?” you ask in a teasing-like manner as if the wrinkles and bags under his eyes were not a dead giveaway to his affliction.

“No” - lies…

Holding up one of the coffees towards him you smile gently. Of course, you thought to bring him coffee, you must have clocked how sluggish he's been moving today. With a careful lazy motion, Miguel takes the cup from your hand and gives you a nod, he can’t bring himself to do more considering how exhausted he is. 

Turning away from him Miguel's lazy gaze goes to your figure as you start to pittle away organizing his desk. Miguel feels his eyes rake all over your body in a cloudy haze, you look so…soft…so malleable, he could easily move you around, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his fingertips. Miguel quickly shakes away the delirious thoughts and instead starts drinking the piping hot coffee. 

As the coffee enters his mouth he suddenly no longer feels the waves of tiredness but the sharp hit of disgust. What did you make this with dirty dishwater? 

“I hope you like the coffee, they didn't have what I usually make, so I tried something different.” swinging back around you smile brightly towards him. Typically Miguel would have no problem spitting it out and giving his criticism, but he can't seem to bring himself to do it. All that he can think about when he sees you looking at him expectantly is how kind you are towards him. It brings him to give a tight-lipped smile along with a nod that has you beaming at your experimentation. 

Right as you turn around Miguel is spitting the foul liquid back in the cup unnoticed by you, he knew you were not good at making coffee but that crap was ridiculous!  

“So…I have a question for you Miguel…” you say casually.

Miguel places the foul drink down while he takes his seat back at his desk. Humming at your question, he’s half paying attention to you. He just needs to fix these reports and then he has to get back to society. As Miguel's mind races with thought he continues to feverishly type, until he hears the word ‘Spider-man’ slip from your lips and he pauses turning to face you. 

“W-what?” 

“I asked what you think of this Spider-man guy?” Miguel studies you, he feels his nerves on high alert…could you…no. You're smart but you couldn’t have figured that out. Maybe you're just wanting to talk about last night? He just needs to stay calm. 

“I don’t,” he responds flatly as he goes back to work.  

From the corner of his eye, he sees you plopping down to sit on his desk, looking up he sees that you're already looking down at him. It's kinda intimidating…your look is so intense…focused on him. Miguel can tell you want to say more, and a part of him wants you to. Then your classic sweet smile spreads to your lips.

“Did you hear he got punched by an old lady?” -uhhhgggg…biggest misunderstanding….

Miguel can no longer resist the temptation, “Why are you asking about him?” 

“Just curious I guess…” 

“Why?” 

He watches as you shrug “Just he’s interesting, a guy who seems to hate the city but then he’s always saving it. Makes you wonder.” 

Miguel can’t control the words that slip from him next “What do you wonder…” 

You look at him surprised before you answer very simply, “How he’s doing”

Miguel and you watch each other for a beat. Right as your mouth opens to say something else his watch starts blaring. -shit…

Getting up quickly he excuses himself, making some excuse but an important call he's been waiting on. Going out of the lab into the empty hallway he ducks into the nearest bathroom to pick up the transmission. Popping up he sees Peter, 

“Miguel, sorry to disturb you but there is a problem…we got a lizard anomaly in your area.” 

Miguel looks at him confused, “Wait? In my dimension?”

That hasn’t happened in a while…damn, now he has to go handle that. Typically he would send people to deal with it, but he doesn't want to deal with the aftermath of people seeing more spiders in the city. If anyone found out about the multi-spiders or the HQ or what he’s been doing it could lead to catastrophic events. 

Coming back to the lab you look at him confused, before you can ask what the call was about he’s cutting you off, “I have to go, go ahead and clean up and get out of here.”  

Furrowing your brows you get closer to him as he gathers his things, “Wait what? I thought staying late was your idea. Now you're just leaving? Is everything alright?”  

Why must you ask questions… “I am fine, I just have to get out of here, important date…” 

Miguel starts heading to the door typing on his watch and finding the anomaly coordinates when your voice calls out to him. 

“Where did you go yesterday?” 

Miguel stops in his tracks and looks over his shoulder back at you, he needs to go deal with the anomaly but your question is laced with seriousness. He sighs…

“Mind your own business, and clean up. Then get home.” 

With that he leaves, this just isn’t his night. 

What the hell? Of course, he runs off, it was his idea to stay late then he runs off leaving you to have to wrap up everything, and what’s with his cold response? Sure, you know it’s not your business, but what is he always doing? And a date? Does he mean a date date or something else? Why is he so infuriating!  

Going to his lab table, you grab the coffee he didn’t finish and start cleaning up his desk. What could be so important that he had to leave in such a rush? Why is he so irritated, and tired? As you shuffle together his reports you pause for a moment, what if…

No-

You quickly shake the thought of putting down the papers and going to the sink to pour the coffee out. You're trying to just clean up and not let your imagination get the best of you but the same thought keeps flashing in your brain…Spider-man….Miguel…

Tapping your foot you look around at the lab, and Miguel's desk. You're playing back your interactions in your mind, how frantically he had to leave, how tired he seemed…

Taking out your phone you quickly type the news and see that there is a breaking news update…and just like you suspected there is, pressing the video you watch the alert. 

“Citizens in East Neava keep alert, the masked vigilante known as Spider-Man has been spotted in the area fighting an unidentifiable creature. The police report that Spider-man has been inquired and are now taking the opportunity to comb the area to find him, they suspect he can not get far due to his inquiries, and that they will finally bring this menace to justice.” 

While the news plays you watch a video of the fight, Spider-man is fighting some kind of reptilian creature. The footage is shaky and grainy but the last thing you see is the creature getting thrown and Spider-Man getting his side ripped into as he lets out a strained cry. Then the video cuts off. 

You stand there stiff, You're in the east city…Spider-man is hurt…and that cry…it…it can’t be true…

“Miguel…” 

Taking one last look at his desk, you're sprinting for your things, rushing out of the empty building. You're unsure, your mind is clouded with suspicion and confusion. You don’t know if they are the same…but if they are…he needs help…

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[6feathered6siren6]

The Devil’s clairvoyant(Part one/?) Ronin x Reader(able to see ghost)

Trigger warnings:

Death/ghosts

You were always able to see ghosts, scaring everyone you told this fact to. You see how they died by the marks on them. The floating heads, the stab wounds, broken bones when they died. But you noticed there were a lot of ghosts nearby an alleyway. You were always tempted to go in there. Seeing why all the ghosts are getting killed. 

The ghost, Ethan, has followed you home since he found out about your abilities. He stared you down as you tried to ignore him. Well, tried. 

“What do you want,” you were annoyed about him following you. You crossed your arms as you looked up at the young male from your office chair. 

“I want peace.” He grutched out, you figured he was shy but he just sounded grouchy. “I want to know how I died.”

“If I do that, will you leave me alone then? I barely can go to the bathroom because of you.” You sighed, rubbing your temple. Ghosts always have a demand. But the ghost nods. 

On the next day, you walked into the alleyway. Graffiti lays on the walls as the same of dried blood. You cringed as you smell the blood as well. You sighed out as you heard Ethan speak up again. “Yooo, look this mark is new.” You took a look and it was more dried blood. You really wanted to leave this place. But nothing was here, you continued to walk forward until you stepped on something. You looked down and saw a leg. You slowly gazed up and saw it was Ethan. His head was bashed in by some blunt object. 

You wanted to throw up but swallowed what almost came up. “E- Ethan. I think this is yours…” You pointed at his body. 

“Oh, shit! You right, man!” He crouched near it, pointing at it. “Man, don’t I look gross.” You wanted to roll your eyes or vomit or scream. You haven’t decided yet, might pick all of the above. 

“Stop poking at your body, you are disrespecting the dead. Or at least your dead body!” You crossed your arms, taking a breath of the iron scented alleyway. As you looked up from the body, you saw all the ghosts that lay in this alleyway. They all had mixed reactions, ones that wanted to talk to you, some that looked mad, then some who looked scared.

As you were about to turn, you bumped into something, as you took a step back and looked up. You saw a male, his plum colored mullet covered by a horned beanie, his dark eyes that scream joy and curiosity, his clothing screaming punk alternative aesthetic. 

“Well, well, what drags you here?” His crowbar, that you somehow didn’t notice, was against his shoulder, ready to use at any time. “Such a darlin’ person dragged here by…” He expected an answer.

You stayed quiet for a moment, staring at his crowbar, knowing if you said the wrong thing. You would be next. “Ghosts. One called me here.”

His eyes raised for a moment before laughing. His deep chuckle sent shivers down your spine. “Ghosts? Really? What do you do then, help them to the other side?” 

You pierced your lips, “Not really.” 

A male ghost behind you grunted, “Another one? We’re too crowded to have another.” You took the chance. 

“There’s too many here, some said it’s too crowded here.” 

His eyes looked for lies, but smirked. “Really?” He laid his crowbar at your throat. “Tell me more, medium. How many do you see?” 

You turned your head to see the crowd. “Many…” You looked at him again. “Way too many for them to be in this alleyway. About a hundred(100).” 

His eyes turned serious, but the smirk stayed on his face. And he swung. As everything turned to black, you heard. “You are gonna tell me everything, medium.”

So I'm back to writing fanfiction on a new account, and after 3 years. So I'm kinda rusty, sorry if it's not good, but I promise I'll get better in time.

Part 2

[fictionfixations]

IM STARTING LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

the only thing i know about it is that it has a period tracker, apparently the videos for it are horny (i heard amalee talking about how she opened up a lads video and then there were men whimpering and she'd done it in public not thinking it would be anything bad 💀💀💀)

and i actually finally saw the game for the first time on mina's channel and she was showing off some of i think her caleb cards and like highlights of stuff or something? there was one where it seemed like he was being possessed or something idfk and was trying to eliminate us and then he was like no

and then another where theyre in space and like make out

and then one thats lowkey kinda freaky where we put a collar on him and shit like

HUH

so yeah thats all i know LMAO

or well i hopped into one of mina's streams of i think it was her stream anniversary or something? the one where she announced like a new model (she showed the art the actual model isnt coming until i think april? i forgor) and her and i think allegra were talking about caleb's red flags cause hes apparently a yandere or something?? mina was on caleb's side and allegra was like wtf that mans a walking red flag 😭😭????

im not sure what my stance on it is ill see when i actually interact with him yknow? like it could be a jumin han from mysme thing where his whole deal actually pisses me off hella hard, i have no idea (although that could also partially be because i am SO biased towards jaehee you have no idea)

IM FINALLY IN ive been trying to get lads to work since 10 am (its 5 pm almost 6) IM NOT KIDDING it took awhile because it said it wasnt compatible with the device and then the loading time took forever i cant believe theres no loading bar for like verifying version info or whatever it was i forgot because i couldnt tell if it was broken or if it was DOING THE THING

holy shit

imma like cry if this continues to take so long every time i try to start the game LMAO

i was gonna give her blue eyes only but the red looks really cool.

i usually yap a lot more but im worried having multiple stuff open is gonna break the game cause it makes scary noises and last time that happened i fucked up the downloading process of the new update on hsr

To minimize lag imma switch to yapping on mobile so I don’t keep making it harder on my pc

That means less images but I’ll manage

Me setting the first name last name to my favorite oc:

Nickname is prince since usually my username is like pr1nce_thcseus so I default to being called prince

Sorry unicorns??? OH SECTOR

Wtf is up with my level I thought I was b cause I paused it then it switched

???? NAhhh not us an anomaly

Oo MC TRAUMA???

TARA I LOVE YOU in a maybe Wanna run off into the sunset together and get married

I suspect the men will knock my boots off though lmao they are the main focus

Also Wanna say love our boots

MAN SPOTTED

wait have I seen this before 😭??? It felt weirdly familiar for a moment and then nah

Not me low key getting jumpscared seeing him move like holy shit please don’t kill me ��

Man my laptop does not like the fighting mode

Thank you keyhints for telling me what buttons are what to do what because if I had to manually press it with a mouse I think I’d just die all the time 😭

Not me bumping into my keyboard and it kicking me into a different tab

I was so scared I’d have to relaunch

I’m happy in dialogue it lags less on my end

Helps immersion

XAVIER

Like my savior

Hahahahahha

Look I’m using this as an excuse to thirst (i feel this is a judge-free zone)

Is it just me or does Tara look like max…????? Life is strange protag I might’ve gotten name wrong

Why you memorize phone number

PULLINGGGG

Guaranteed within 69 pulls hahhahahaa

Select who I want to meet?? I’ve only seen Xavier 😭

Wait did the watch see Xavier???

NOO BEING UP AND READY AT EIGHT????

Tara are you into Jenna or do you just like looking at attractive people

Kid I have drained my social battery please leave

I thought that said luka

Holy shit man alert

What the bruh is skilled with his fingers hahahahahhaga

I was gonna say istg if i hear another character named LU KA

Lmaoo

I think I just discovered a preference??? Is it just me or the one earring kinda hot 😭

IN YOUR HEART?? GIRL

wait should I be playing with earbuds

I think maybe it will enhance the experience? Hold on

Zayne’s appearance reminds me of iida

OH IM SUPPOSED TO actually move

I regret not turning the music down since they’re always a little too loud if I use earbuds

‘People who have evol are called evolvers’ I thought that said revolver 💀

?,? CALEB

A

*stares suspiciously* he doesn’t give me Yandere vibes….

You say aviation in front of me I think of that one thing that goes under all known laws of aviation bees should not be able to fly because they’d be too heavy to move their fat body off the ground or something 💀

???? Is Caleb a sibling or close friend

I think it’s the latter but it’s unclear

Girl wth I didn’t know this was horror

I wouldnt have put the earbuds on

Anyway so far I feel I’ve been charmed by Xavier

Pretty

I forgot he’s on Home Screen I backed out expecting him to not be there and then he’s still there oop

Ahh more pull stuff

How many can you have in one team

‘Why are you sitting in the waiting area’ SHUT UP ZAYNE

Huh that’s cool a thing that auto draws from memory

I don’t think Zaynes for me

The seal is adorable

49%……. I can’t escape the numbers (orv fan)

AH QUICK TIME EVENTS????

I would’ve thought auto would do it for me 😭

NOOO ITS FORCING ME TO PURSUE BUT I HAVE MORE I WANN ADD TO THE TEAM

DUDEEEE

AGGHHHH

LMFAO

i have to stop here i cant really do anything else right now to be able to proceed and binge the story 🤷

how do i feel about it? i dunno. i havent really gotten that far enough to be super invested or see any big twists or anything

im liking xavier though and maybe rafayel im not sure i need to interact with him more

also i clicked under deepspace and holy shit so much story 💀 this is what i get for procrastinating from this game for so longg

[bropunzeling]

marriage bets mattdrai number 9?

a kiss in public

Matthew is a grown-up. He has a mortgage. Eighty-two nights a year, he gets onto the ice ready to get his shit wrecked by someone his size or bigger. Not much scares him.

Spending a week and a half with his in-laws -- technically; they don't even know they're his in-laws -- for the first time does.

"You're doing fine," Leon says. They've just finished dinner -- early in deference to Leon's niece, eighteen months old and only interested in running around the table, tugging Bowie's ears, and clearing her plate one single pea at a time -- and are taking bedtime as an opportunity for a break from the familial togetherness. "They like you."

"You say that," Matthew grouses. Leon wasn't the one getting a shovel talk from Kim half an hour ago. Glaring while holding a babbling toddler should not be all that intimidating, and yet.

"Trust me," Leon says. As they walk, their steps start to sync up, their arms swinging in rhythm. Leon's hand taps Matthew's, then grabs it. "They do."

Matthew chews on his lip. Maybe if things had gone to plan last year, this wouldn't feel so -- he doesn't know. They were supposed to go to Germany mid-summer, finally meet Peter and Sandra and Kim not through the medium of FaceTime. Then he and Leon were supposed to peel off to somewhere warm and sunny for a few days. Spain, reprised.

It's amazing how a broken sternum can fuck up one's plans.

So they put off the visit for another twelve months. Matthew's still only talked to his in-laws -- technically -- over the phone. He doesn't know them well enough to know what they make of it, this. Him and Leon. He can't tell how he measures up, if they even like him, if this is how they would treat anyone Leon wanted them to meet. When he's asked, all Leon's said is he hasn't had many opportunities to bring anyone home.

"I just," Matthew says as they continue on their way to the river. The Rhine in the evening is dark and glittering, the reflections of street lights and windows refracting on the surface. "It would really suck if they didn't like me."

Leon squeezes his hand. His shoulder bumps Matthew's. "Well, they do like you," he says, pulling them to a stop by the riverbank. "Just because my family isn't as obnoxious as yours -- "

"We're not obnoxious," Matthew cuts in. "Enthusiastic."

"Uh-huh," Leon says pointedly. "My point is, they're just quieter about things."

Matthew knows that. But -- "They're not just being polite?"

Leon shakes his head, letting go of Matthew's hand to slide his arm around Matthew's waist and tug him in. Matthew's own arm falls naturally to find Leon's back, linking them together. An easy gesture they have so few opportunities to practice.

"They like you," Leon repeats again, quietly. "You're easy to like."

If they were at home -- in Matthew's house, horsing around in the pool; at Leon's, watching Bowie run around the yard; on the ice, chatting before it was time to split up for the faceoff -- Matthew might make a joke about that. How there was a time there when Leon didn't. How it took getting married for Leon to admit that Matthew might not be the worst.

Not here, though. Not now. Now, Matthew leans in, until they're pressed together all along their sides. Relishing the anonymity of Leon's hometown, of being somewhere no one can recognize them. Where they could be any other couple out for an evening stroll, spending time in each other's company.

"Hey," Matthew says, getting Leon's attention. When Leon turns his head, he ducks in, kissing Leon once, fast. When he pulls away, Leon chases his mouth. Once, slow.

They break apart again. Matthew digs his chin into Leon's shoulder. "I'm glad I'm here."

Leon pulls him in closer. No separation. "I'm glad you're here, too."

[hysteria-things]

req for ethan landry:

how ethan acts when he’s jealous, write some scenarios and how he’d act PLEASE IM SO THIRSTY FOR ETHAN LANDRY CONTENT

PRIZED POSSESSION

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: grumpy!ethan landry x sunshine!fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: scenarios where your boyfriend gets jealous.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SUGGESTIVE, swearing, jealousy, possessiveness, making out, mentions of killing/blood, stabbing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3,215

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: HE’S FINALLY MAKING A DEBUT😩🙏

most of the gifs are by @championwearingachampion :)

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… sees what you’re wearing while walking back to your dorm from class.

being the boyfriend that tells you what to wear isn’t a part of ethan’s personality. he doesn’t care what your outfit is because, at the end of the day, you’re his and will always be. on this particular school day, it was warmer than usual. you’re wearing one of your basic hot weather outfits — a tank top with a skirt. nothing too fancy, but comfy and casual.

while mindlessly walking down one of the many campus trails, ethan can spot you from a mile away. he does a double take, not believing his eyes when he notices what you’re wearing.

the multiple guys staring at you up and down have his blood boiling. with that, he walks over in long strides, blocking your path so abruptly that you bump into him. you stare in shock, but smile when you recognize the person. “oh, hey! i didn’t know you’d be around here at this time.”

he huffs through his nose. “kiss me.”

“what��”

grabbing your jaw softly, he pulls you in so your lips can touch, moving in sync with hunger and passion. leaving you breathless, you look around with flushed cheeks, noticing the men that were staring at you awkwardly walk away. “was this you trying to make a statement?”

without another word, he grabs your cheeks and kisses you again before pulling back and continuing about his day.

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… despises when another man touches you.

the wetness on the thin fabric of your witch costume makes you shiver, the coldness running its coarse through your body. a small gasp leaves your lips, but one of your classmates that you’re acquainted with looks scared, a half-emptied cup in his hand while the rest of the liquid is on your dress. “i am so sorry.” he panics, grabbing paper towels on the nearest surface. “i’ll help you get it out.”

with the small napkin you have for your drink, you wipe your torso as you ensure to the boy that it’s okay. “don’t worry about it! it’s black; you won't be able to see the stain, anyway.”

“what’s going on over here?” a voice asks, the presence of ethan standing close to you. you roll your eyes playfully, resting your hand on his shoulder to let him know you’re fine.

he looks between you and the stranger before continuing. “what’s happening? don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself?”

the kid backs up abruptly, raising his hands in defense. “listen, man, i’m just helping her clean my drink that i spilled.”

ethan pulls out three crinkled-up tissues, holding them into view with a fake smile. “i have the supplies right here. now take a hike.”

the guy sighs. “my bad, bro. i didn’t know she was your girl.” he says, getting as far away as possible from the two of you.

you stomp your foot and whine. “he was just trying to help eth.”

“he was trying to get into your pants.”

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… hates when chad talks to his girl.

a giggle from your direction has ethan’s head snap towards you, noticing that you’re on your phone. he affirms in his mind that it’s just a funny video or something, but then chad laughs too. his eyes now dart over to his roommate, who’s also looking down at his phone.

what the fuck?

you and chad tap away on the screen, still finding whatever it is so amusing. ethan, however, finds this shit unamusing.

getting up from the chair, he comes over with a strained grin. he takes a peek at your phone, noticing that chad sent you a funny meme of some sort, with the text: saw this and it reminded me of you!

god, he never wanted to kill anybody more.

as everybody knows, the two boys are roommates in college. they get along fine and chad might even call ethan a friend, but deep down he hates how his buddy is with you. chad always has this charm to him that seems like it follows wherever he goes, but whenever he talks or looks in your direction, ethan can’t help but feel possessive.

on that note, you’re currently pushed up against the wall next to sam and tara’s apartment door with your boyfriend’s lips moving in sync with yours. “i don’t like how he looks at you… or talks to you.” ethan says, breaking the kiss for a millisecond before diving back in.

“but he’s your friend,” you whine, your mouth feeling puffy from the continuous heat and stimulation.

“chad is not my friend.” he says against your lips. “he pisses me off.”

“don’t”—kiss—“say that.”—kiss—“he’s nice.”

thank god nobody is in the hallway, or they’ll be getting one hell of a show. your fingertips intertwine with his curls, a small moan tickling your throat when he bites your bottom lip.

after some more bickering between sloppy kisses, he finally pulls away so the both of you can catch your breath. your eyes are glazed over, pouting while giving your boyfriend a look. he rubs your swollen lip with his thumb to clean off some spit. “delete his number, too.” he says, pecking your cheek before opening the door to go back inside, holding it for you as you follow; and deleting chad’s number in the process.

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… notices a flirty comment under one of your instagram posts.

the audacity guys have is something ethan will never understand. the amount of people trying to get with you in your comment section is so pathetic it’s laughable.

you spot your man at the designated spot where he told you to meet on campus, walking over with a big smile. “hi!” you beam, stopping in front of him to put your school bag down. when he doesn’t answer, you pout, noticing his grumpy state. “why the sad face?”

see, he isn’t the type to be insecure. sure he portrays as the shy dorky guy that a lot of people can’t tolerate, but he honestly doesn’t care what others think. nonetheless, scrolling through your posts to see guys comment about how beautiful you are when it’s obvious you‘re taken rubs him the wrong way.

he shrugs, looking up at you since you’re standing and he’s sitting. “i wish i’m the only one that can stare at you.”

“it’s not my fault everybody has eyes,” you say jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. it doesn’t work. instead, he makes a face before rolling his eyes.

snaking your arms around his neck while you throw your legs across his lap to sit, you kiss his hair. “stop worrying so much, e. i love you, not anyone else. you.” you tell him, poking at his chest and planting a long kiss on his lips. “and if you keep making faces it’s going to get stuck like that forever.”

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… keeps a close eye on you.

being on the subway is probably one of your least favorite things to do. on top of that, you got separated from ethan who stands on the other side of the subway. there’s no more available seats, so you just stand there quietly. you have your earbuds in, one of your playlists on shuffle as you patiently wait for this ride to be over. trying not to make eye contact with anybody, a small touch on your leg startles you. it wasn’t an inappropriate touch, it was one to grab your attention.

turning to see where it came from, you see a kind-looking middle-aged man smirking warmly at you. you take out an earbud. “yes?”

“would you like to switch spots? i can stand. you look uncomfortable.” he says, adjusting himself like he’s about to get up from his spot.

“no, thank you. i’m almost at my stop, but thanks for offering!” you politely decline.

the man clears his throat. “are you sure, young lady? i may be old, but i’m more stronger than i look. i wouldn’t mind standing.”

your laugh ethan knows all too well gains his attention, although he has been watching this interaction since the moment it started. hell, he’s been watching you since you guys stepped foot onto the train. he can’t hear what you’re talking about, but alarms go off in his head. what can be so goddamn funny?

BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ. BUZZ.

messages come rolling in on your phone as you feel the vibrations in your hand. sighing, you don’t have to check who it is before you open them.

ETHAN❤️

did he just touch you?

i’ll kill him

what are you doing?

girl

stop talking to him

come over here

the fuck😂

i really can’t

it’s way too crowded which makes it hard to move

i hate subways🙁

then stop talking to him

what is he like 60?

you’re cute when you act like a disobedient toddler

but you need to control that green-eyed monster of yours, mr. landry

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎… will threaten anybody who talks bad about you, even his father.

getting a girlfriend was far from the plan. detective bailey and quinn weren’t fond of the news that their family member got a significant other, and were even more shocked when he said it was a serious relationship. “it’s not serious, son. don’t be ridiculous.” his father would say to him repeatedly whenever ethan said he loved you when his relatives talked shit about you. however, there are times ethan feels guilty. you don’t know the ghostface persona he’s hiding, and he wants to keep it that way.

during the interrogation in the movie theater and when they revealed themselves to tara and sam, somehow bailey found a way to bring you up into the conversation, even if you had nothing to do about it. “i wonder what y/n would think.” he says sarcastically, earning a chuckle from quinn. “she’s your weakness, ethan. you’ve always been too attached, but look at you now. you’re on a roll! she’s too much of a distraction; keeps getting in the way.”

ethan grips his knife harder than before, charging forward before his sister stops him. he holds up his knife in a threatening manner. “weakness?” he repeats, scoffing. “she’s not my weakness. i. love. her. keep her name out of your fucking mouth, you hear me?”

let’s face it, he’s obsessively in love with you. he’d fucking kill for you. well, it’s not like he hasn’t done that already.

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𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐎…catches whoever says anything negative about you.

tara is hanging helplessly off of the railing in the movie theater where it’s a 2 v. 3 fighting match. the two girls scream in fear while ethan swings his knife up in the air trying to stab at tara’s ankles. she dodges each throw, unfortunately. alas, she is smart, and knows exactly what to do to get under his skin.

“do you think y/n actually loves you?” she spits, making ethan pause his actions. rage plasters over his face. “you’re just some freak in a mask. she’ll leave you as soon as this is over — if you survive, that is.”

jealousy pangs in his chest, swinging at her more violently than before. “oh, will she?” he yells, the noise of the blade slicing through the air echoing throughout the area. “maybe nobody sees it around here, but she’s mine.”

a screech falls past tara’s lips are she slips from her grip, the sharp metal in ethan’s hand stabbing her right in the abdomen. she screams, the both of them tumbling to the ground when their bodies collide with full force. “after tonight, she’ll know just how far i’ll go to make sure no one else even thinks or speaks about her.” ethan continues, raising the knife and getting ready to attack.

“gotcha!”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[parkitaco]

for the kiss prompts <3 45 if it's alright!!

"I'm just saying," Will says, huffing indignantly as he steps over a tree root, "If you weren't being a baby about driving, we would have been at your house already."

"I am not being a baby!" Mike yelps, for what is maybe the fourth time, and in his indignation he sucks in a mouthful of spores. He coughs, and Will pauses to lift an eyebrow in concern as Mike doubles over.

He purses his lips, looking unsure of whether to reach for him or not, and Mike shoots him a scowl as he straightens back up. "'Wow, Mike, are you okay?'" he mimics, in a piss-poor imitation of Will's voice, and is pleased to see that Will's mouth twitches upward. It's been harder to make Will smile, lately, though Mike supposes that's a natural response to the apocalypse, but- still. It feels like a small victory, when one of Mike's dumb jokes can still make Will's mouth tick up in amusement.

"You're fine," Will says dismissively, and then, with another twitch of the eyebrows, "You baby."

Mike gasps in mock offense, clapping a hand to his chest, and Will huffs out a breath that could, under the right circumstances, be considered a laugh. Mike's heart doubles in size. "I'm sorry," he says, as he steps over a root and continues marching through the forest, Will hurrying to catch up with him, "But neither of us has a driver's license, so-"

"So what," Will argues, which is the same thing he'd said when this conversation started twenty minutes ago, and it's equal parts endearing and infuriating. "It's the apocalypse, Mike, walking three miles alone is way more risky than driving down an empty road at twenty miles an hour."

"Neither of us know how, though," Mike points out, scowling, "And I'm still traumatized from the last time I was in a car with an underage driver behind the wheel, so."

Will frowns, just a little, and even though Mike didn't say Max's name aloud, he can tell they're both thinking about it when Will replies, "Yeah, well. I actually do know how to drive."

His voice is too quiet, now, none of the mostly-fake edge from earlier, and Mike mentally curses himself out for inadvertently bringing up such a depressing topic. "Yeah?" he asks, as lightly as he can muster as he bumps his arm against Will's, and is entirely too relieved when Will presses back. "Since when?"

"Jonathan taught me," Will says, mouth twisted in a wry little grin, "Last fall. Right after we moved to Lenora, because he thought it would get me-"

Will's voice cuts off sharply, and Mike glances over with a question on his lips, only to find Will staring down at his leg. Mike follows his gaze, and his eyes widen in horror when he sees a thick black vine slowly winding itself around Will's ankle.

Their eyes meet in horror, and Will has exactly enough time to utter a panicked "Mike-" before he's gone, yanked to the ground in one fluid motion.

Mike utters a noise halfway between a scream and a sob, and he's off after Will before he's even thinking about it, knees scraping the ground as he frantically crawls after Will, reaching for his wrists.

His fingers touch his palms, then scrape over his forearms, until Will's fingertips fly out and catch the sleeve of Mike's sweater, and Mike grabs his upper arm and holds on as tight as he possibly can.

"Mike," Will says again, like he's not even thinking about it, and Mike pulls him to his chest, watching Will frantically kick at the vine. "It's- got me, hang on-" he hisses against Mike's shoulder, as the vine wrestles at his leg, hard enough that Mike can feel Will straining to keep hold of him.

"Okay, shit, okay-" Mike says desperately, reaching desperately for the bat shoved haphazardly into his backpack, Will's fingers digging painfully into his arms, "You- hold your leg still, okay, I don't want to hurt you-"

"I don't care, Mike, just get rid of it," Will says, thrashing his leg again as he tucks his face away against Mike's shoulder, whimpering. He's scared, Mike realizes, because of course he is, but the realization strikes some deep, protective instinct in Mike. He presses one hand against Will's back as firmly as he can manage as, before he can think too hard about it, he brings the bat down hard on the vine just off to the side of Will's leg.

The vine shakes a little, and Will's fingers dig harder into his skin. "Again," he commands, but it sounds small and afraid as he speaks into Mike's collarbone, "It's- it loosened, so-"

"Yeah, okay," Mike says, lips brushing over the top of Will's head as he leans forward to bring the bat down again, harder this time. The vine loosens further, and Will kicks again, shaking it almost all the way off. Mike brings the bat down again, pulling Will closer at the same time, and Will shakes his leg free, instantly recoiling into Mike and hissing as the vine snakes away into the woods.

"Shit," Mike murmurs into Will's hair, breathing hard as he curls his arms protectively around Will's back. "Are you okay?"

Will lifts his face, and Mike's heart does a complicated twisty thing when he sees that his cheeks are stained with tears. "S' it gone?" Will asks hoarsely, and Mike nods quickly, reaching up to brush Will's hair out of his face. "Then- yeah, I think I'm okay."

"Good," Mike murmurs, and as Will tries to shift away, he finds his arms tightening around him instead, keeping him in place. Will freezes, glancing up at him with wide eyes, and Mike swallows. "I- sorry," he whispers, loosening his grip a little but still not letting go, and despite his efforts his gaze falls to Will's lips. They're- very chapped, from the unnatural cold in the air, probably, or maybe from the nervous lip biting that Mike should- definitely not be noticing.

He's not sorry. Not for any of it, really. He probably should be, but he's not.

Mike leans forward and presses his lips to Will's.

Maybe it's sheer dumb luck that Will kisses back. Maybe Will's just hopped up on adrenaline, or maybe it's the heat of the moment, or maybe he's not doing it on purpose, but frankly Mike would be fine with any of those reasons, because Will is kissing him back, and it's tentative and shaky and nervous, but it's happening all the same.

Will's lips are warm, and chapped just like Mike had been noticing, and it's a glancing sort of kiss, more chaste than Mike would maybe prefer, but it's- something. They're something.

He pulls back after a minute, sucking in a soft breath as his eyes flutter open and meet Will's own. "Don't scare me like that again," he whispers.

"Can't promise anything," Will murmurs, mouth twisting into a small, rare smile. I made him smile, Mike thinks, a thrilled flame flickering up his spine, again.

"Try," he retorts, and Will presses his forehead against Mike's, laughing lightly.

He glances up, eyes wide and pleased as their noses brush. "I'll do my best."

Good enough. "Sorry I kissed you."

Will quirks an eyebrow. "No you're not."

"No, I'm not," Mike agrees, and grins all teeth.

Will laughs, and it's such a sweet sound, quiet and soft but so loud in the dead silence of the woods, and Mike leans in to catch his lips with his own again.

Again, Will kisses back.

[lvyu]

greatest gift

. . ♡ ･ﾟdreamwastaken x reader

↳ children are a hassle, but they’re worth it. 

warnings: use of dream’s real name, pregnancy/childbirth, reader has female anatomy but no pronouns used

[ dreamwastaken ]

the pregnancy was sort of a ‘if it happens, it happens’ situation. you figured you were in a stable point of your lives at that time and truth be told you did want a child, it just wasn’t the number one priority, but hey, if by chance you did get pregnant, then amazing! (does that make sense?)

but about six months after the initial baby discussion, boom, pregnant!

when you do tell him, he stands still for a moment, taking in the information you just told him. after a few seconds he kneels down and takes a deep breath, what you initially assumed was out of confusion or fear, but he looks back up at you with a hand covering his mouth, poorly hiding his smile.

“holy shit, really? really, you’re not kidding? we’re gonna be parents?”

definitely anxious a lot, he really wants everything to go perfectly, and who could blame him?

the type to say “it’s not good for the baby!” while pouting to literally anything because he’s so worried about everything constantly.

talks to your baby bump so much, doesn’t even care if the baby can hear him or not. and oh god, the first time he feels her kick? he’ll lose it. he’ll actually cry, reality just hits him and he’s in shambles because ‘i’m having a baby! we’re having a baby!’

also refuses to know the gender until she’s born. 

he doesn’t care if you know the gender, he just asks that you don’t tell him. when you were only eight weeks along he came up to you and said: “don’t let me know the gender before they’re born, no matter how much i beg, promise me.”

you, of course, kept your promise which annoyed him to no end when he got real desperate to know.

“you made me promise not to tell you.”

“god, i hate myself from two months ago— i take it back, please.”

“no.”

super excited and nervous to tell your family and friends! 

you set up a small dinner to tell any of your nearby family. it goes fairly well up until you actually have to tell them. in his defense they did understand, even if all he did was gesture to the both of you and say ‘baby’.

apologizes to you so much after they leave because he swears he was going to get it right, he really wanted to do it right. beats himself up over it for a while, even though you continuously tell him it’s alright.

thankfully for him, telling your other friends and family via video chat and call went much smoother.

any chance he got, he would be constantly around you and especially when you’re in your third trimester where’s he’s basically: “are you okay? do you need water, food, massage, literally anything— oh my god, are you going into labor?”

oh god and when you do go into labor? yeah, he’s calm, but just so he doesn't panic you further. he’s still semi-losing it though. 

your water didn’t break, but you did get contractions which is what prompted the just-in-case hospital visit, which you insisted wasn’t needed, saying it was just like the false labor scare like the one you had a week ago.

“just get in the car, please, i swear. just a quick little visit to the doctor.”

“you owe me twenty dollars when we find out this is just another scare.”

dream did not in fact owe you twenty dollars afterwards and it was not in fact another false scare and you were in fact going into labor and having your first child.

“see! hah, i told you it wasn’t another scare!”

“clay, please shut up— i feel like i might drop dead, shut up for the love of god.”

“sorry, sorry, shit. here— my hand? is that helpful.. i don’t— do i call my mom, dad... your parents? babe, ooh okay.”

he starts mumbling to himself after you whine because oh right!— you can’t speak you’re having contractions and that probably hurts a lot. goes into the corner like scared dog and just calls his mom while a nurse attends to you.

she doesn’t pick up the first two times and he nearly screams.

it’s a relief that it (the contractions to actually pushing) only last six hours, though you’re still exhausted by the end of it and almost immediately close your eyes when you get the okay.

it scared the shit out of him, he thought you were about to die, no lie. he tunes everything out, doesn’t even hear the doctor say it’s a girl. 

a nurse has to tell him you’re not dying three times for him stop panicking, though he doesn’t fully calm down until you open your eyes again when you’re handed your baby.

and then he hears them repeat it that it’s a girl? he’s crying, just a little bit, but he’s trying to wipe his tears away rapidly, and he’s smiling and laughing too, though his laughs quiet. 

oh god, he can’t even speak once he sees you cradling your little girl, he’s just in complete awe— because you did that? you both did that? created something? it fucking blows his mind.

yeah it’s basic biology he was taught when he was thirteen, but hey, let him have it.

she’s crying so much, and normally it might’ve been annoying but right then, he’s so happy. he sort of pets her head for a few moments, he leans over the bed— he doesn’t want to disturb you and ask you to move— and kisses the side of your forehead, as sweaty as it is.

after the initial happiness and giggly moment, he shyly asks if he can hold her. you nod, (”of course, yeah, yeah” you sound breathless, he notices) and sit up further, scooting over so he could sit too and passed her off into his waiting arms.

“oh, hey,” clay sits on the hospital bed, glancing at you before looking back at her, and he looks oh so lovingly at her, like she’s everything. “hey sweetheart— i’m... i’m your dad, yeah?” 

super overprotective of you and the baby!

won’t let you do much once you get back home for a few days because he insists on recovery, and don’t even fight him on this. he’s so stubborn.

he was in the routine of already being up during some parts of the night and early mornings, which fortunately meant he wasn’t always woken up by a crying baby, though he still had his fair share of it.

when he is awake and working though, he spends time next door to the nursery so he can get to her quicker. he still has issues quieting her down though, it takes him a few minutes to find out what’s bothering her.

he gets frustrated really easily too, and he hates it.

he knows it’s illogical and babies cry and it’s not always easy to quiet them— please, he read every baby and parenting book out there, i’d be concerned if he didn’t know it— but that knowledge doesn’t stop him from getting upset with himself for not being better.

doubts himself so much, somebody get it through his thick head that parenting is hard and he’s doing perfectly okay.

while you’re at it, tell him getting frustrated with parenthood isn’t a crime and doesn’t make him any less of a wonderful dad.

speaking of parent problems...

he makes sure you feel loved and like a good parent to your little girl, because he loves you and wants you to know it! 

need a break from the baby? it’s okay, he’s got it, and that’s perfectly understandable, he needs a break sometimes too.

that being said though, he believes in equal time and responsibility.

about four months after she was born, at night when you had a moment of peace and your girl had been put to bed, you talked about your worries and anxieties and he listened, and shared his too. he wanted to make sure you knew you weren’t alone, that he got scared sometimes too.

he calls out your name, quiet and soft, as to not wake the baby in the next room. “we should just try taking it day by day. and you know, talk to each other, ‘cause i’m always here.”

( :c )

proud dad, proud dad!

wants to document every day of his girl’s life.

no lie, check his phone and there are like a thousand photos of her, in less than two weeks— yes, you have to tell him to delete some to make space.

“you have to get rid of some, clay...”

“babe, i can’t! and look, she’s so adorable.”

you eventually convince him to by telling him he needs to make room for more. though, he still uploads a good chunk of them to his computer. (hard drive? i’m not a computer person!)

he’s never been so thankful to have a stay-at-home job, because he thinks he would die if her ever missed... well anything really.

also! if you have an obligation (job, schooling) that requires you to be away from home for any amount of time, don’t worry he’s got it!

firstly, sends you soooo many pictures of her— and secondly, he’s read every baby and parenting book, don’t even worry about it. 

(maybe worry a little bit, he still can’t even make spaghetti.)

overall, loves his daughter so much :( 

[kaijime]

watch your mouth

includes. osamu miya x f!reader

cw. corruption kink, virgin reader/first time, osamu wants to breed u <33, dubcon, kitchen sex? [it’s in his shop so?], fingering, pierced dick [prince albert piercing], vaginal penetration, size kink, praise kink, tummy bulge, breeding kink, slight dumbification, creampie, thigh slapping?

wc. 3k

a/n. my piece for @seita’s corrupt-a-virgin collab, thank you for letting me join!!

osamu miya likes to think he follows a strict routine. he wakes up early, shows up for his job, works, and goes home, waiting for tomorrow to arrive and the cycle to repeat itself.

but ever since you've entered his restaurant, you've become a part of his routine.

he sits behind the kitchen counter, watching in admiration how you tend to the customers. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't staring at your ass, but it’s not a lie if he doesn't say it right?

"samu?" there's that nickname again, the one you deemed him ever since that interview for the part time job. "this customer says you forgot to give her a part of her order"

"no i didn't"

"yeah, look" you approach him with the receipt in hand, pointing to a small part of the inked writing. "see?"

he can't see. or at least he can't see the receipt. he's too focused on you, pressing up against him. he knows you're not at fault, but you couldn't be that innocent.

you couldn't be innocent enough to not know the things you were doing to him, the things you were making him feel, the urges that blossomed with every lingering look and longing touch you left on his body. you just couldn't be.

right?

yet, even when his idiotic brother dropped by his shop and shamelessly started flirting with you, you, it seemed like you didn't catch onto what he was doing.

"what's the freakiest place you've ever had sex in?" the fake blond asked, and osamu would've stopped him, if he wasn't curious to hear the answer for himself. still, he doesn't drive his full attention away from the counters he's been wiping, seemingly focused on the simple task.

you chuckled awkwardly under your breath. "that's inappropriate, tsu-"

"c'mon, tell me" he bumps his elbow against yours "can't be that bad"

"no i-... i've never uhm..." osamu can tell you're stumbling and stuttering to find an answer, so he lends you a few helping words.

"'tsumu” he calls "will ya stop harrassin' my employees?"

"'m just talkin' to her samu, no need to make a big fuss" he downs the last of his food and leaves, supposedly in a sudden rush.

it doesn't seem like it’s been hours since then, but the moon hangs low, and the crickets sing outside the window in spite of the late hour. despite the passing of time, not a single word has been said between you and your boss about the conversation you had with his brother, and every minute that passes only seems to thicken the tension between the two of you.

"shit" you mumble, mostly to yourself. you didn’t expect him to shoot up from his place, bent down searching through the lower cabinets.

"watch yer mouth" he says, an evident frown on his face, where he would once smile at you and nod in greeting.

"sorry" you reply, lip pouting slightly while you cleaned off your finger with a paper towel "just got a papercut" the blood tints the paper red and you wince at the stinging sensation.

"here" he holds out his hand to examine yours, even though you already cleaned most of it off, there's still a slight trickle of blood. he wipes it out with the towel he always hangs on his shoulder.

as he cleans your hand, he can't help but think about how it'd look so pretty wrapped around his cock. it would certainly bring more relief than his fist after all this time he's spent thinking about you while stroking himself late at night.

it’s not the first time thoughts like these cloud osamu's mind, but this time he's a little less discreet about it. he stares at your hand like he wants to devour it, and you'd be a fool not to notice it.

"samu?" you call out to his faraway mind, and he snaps out of his thoughs, loosening his grip around your hand.

"right" he mumbles, clearing his throat "sorry"

"thank you" you almost whisper, if he wasn't so close to you, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

he turns and goes back to the cabinets, thinking about what you answered earlier. you'd never what? had sex? were you that uncorrupted?

it would make sense to him, and it would help ease the pain of seeing you let his brother flirt with you like he wasn't even there, but those are all selfish reasons he wants to believe, and he's too scared to ask.

apparently not scared enough.

“what were ya talkin’ about with my brother” he asks, nonchalant as ever, making your breath hitch as you turned around hesitantly.

“we were just chatting” you say, the slightest purse on your lips that tried to relieve the nervousness of the conversation.

“sorry about that” he apologizes. “he can be annoyin’ sometimes”

“oh no, he wasn’t” you lie, clenching around the table cloth you held in your hands. even if the talk had been going smoothly, you still felt on edge after the question his brother left you thinking about. “he was really friendly”

“really?” his hands find comfort in his pockets, and if you’d looked close enough, you would’ve seen the slight smirk in his lip, one that indicates how eager he is to hear what you had to say. “then why didn’ you answer his question?”

if only you knew how much it mattered to him, to know if you were a pretty untouched virgin or not. osamu miya likes to go for girls like you, college girls who look for a quick cashgrab as a part time employee, innocent little girls who unknowingly fall for his charms and next thing you know he’s ruining them with his cock.

but you feel different, you feel delicate. like a pretty piece of porcelain he might break if he continues to toy with you under his calloused hands. yet, he can’t help but think about how perfect he finds your body. perfectly ripe and ready to be filled to the brim with his seed, the perfect age to be plump and round with a child. his child.

“does it matter?”

oh, it does, especially when he pins you against the counter and grips your cheeks between his thumb and his index finger. “samu?” you ask, displaying that innocent look on your face he’d grown to hate.

“i told ya to watch yer mouth” his hands roam down your body until they grab at the back of your thighs. “now jump”

“samu i- i’ve never done anything like-“

“i said jump” hesitant with your actions, you jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he settles you on the shop counter, where he takes off your pants and runs a finger over your clothes slit.

“please” you grip his wrist and beg in hopes for him to stop, but he slaps it away, pinning them behind you with his other hand. he slides your panties down your legs and plays with your clit, circling the nub with his fingertips and watching as your expression changes from one of fear to pleasure.

“please what?” his breath shudders against your neck, where he nuzzles his head and finds comfort in your scent. he slowly inserts a finger into your hole, scanning your face and searching for any signs of discomfort, despite him practically forcing you into this position.

you’re not strong enough to answer him, too lost in the way his fingers feel inside you. you’d been too afraid to do anything by yourself, but god did it feel so good when you gave yourself up to him, slightly bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers and arching your back into his frame.

he’s fond of every little expression you make, the bite of your lips, the clench of your thighs around his hand, and the tilt of your head, willingly granting him access to the skin, all for him to mark, bite and suck. all for him to claim as his.

“d’ya like it?” he asks, putting another one of his fingers to use inside your tight walls, feeling them clench and suck his fingers back inside every time he was close to taking them out.

“yes! yes! i-i... mmh!” you can’t even finish the sentence, not only because you’re sobbing and clenching around his digits uncontrollably at the foreign yet pleasurable sensation, but also because his lips suddenly enclosed yours in a hungry kiss.

he didn’t even have to put up a fight with you, pleased to find you let him do whatever he wanted with your mouth. his tongue tangles with yours in a passionate clash of lips, until he pulls away at the feeling of your hips wildly bucking against his hand, a sign of your inevitable orgasm approaching.

“feels weird ‘samu! ‘s-‘samu please!” the implication of your sensations being new to you made his cock strained against his pants, threatening the thick fabric of his jeans to snap if he grew even harder. the tight knot in your stomach finally snaps when he curls his fingers, sending you into ecstasy as your vision blocked out and you moaned uncontrollably loud.

still, after everything, osamu hasn’t forgotten where he is, and he knows his shop isn’t a decent place to lose your virginity. so he puts you down with shaky legs and slips up your panties, catching you before your trembling thighs can treason you and make you fall.

“do ya have a car here?” he says, grabbing his keys from the counter and puts a hand on your hip, guiding you over to the door which he locks before he continues to walk to his car. the dim lighting of the parking made this the perfect spot, if he were to fuck you in his car, no one would see it. but he has self control, or at least he tells himself that.

“no, my friend usually picks me up” he hums an answer and opens the passenger door to his car.

“i live a few minutes from here” he explains “wanna come over?” he asks, fully aware that he’s taking a leap of faith and you could just refuse him. but that’s not the case, and he’s more than happy to see you hesitantly get in his car and put your bag in your lap, covering yourself as much as you can since he ‘forgot’ to give you back your shorts.

the short ride to his house is awkwardly silent, and terribly torturous. his hand had found home in your thigh, and it had only sent an ache between your legs like you’d never felt before, prompting a clench from your thighs every so often.

he wasn’t lying, he only lived ten minutes away from his shop, but the distance seemed so much longer when his lingering touch would leave you high with the need for more.

“you ready?” he asks, holding the door open for you again as he waits for you to take his hand and get out of his car. he’s quick with hoisting you up and wrapping your thighs against his hips, carrying you to his doorway and leading the way to his room. there, he gently placed you on the bed and stripped off his clothing, taking off the apron he should’ve taken off at the shop, his shirt, his pants and—

“eager?” he can see the wanting look in your eyes, he’d be a fool not to notice it. his voice only startles you out of your thoughts, enough to make you stand up and take off your shirt as well, now fully exposed to him if it weren’t for the bra covering up your tits. there’s only so much he can hold back, but right now, with those pretty puppy eyes you unintentionally give him, he just can’t help it when he takes off your bra and slightly suckles at your nipple, circling his tongue around your perky nub and watching your face warm up in embarrassment.

he takes you to his bed again, this time while he plants kisses all over your neck. he’s hungry with the way he nips and bites at the skin, leaving a trail of teeth marks that would need to be covered up in the morning. in the morning, because right now, you couldn’t be bothered to care about anything else other than the way he rutted against you.

his cock already seemed big when he hadn’t taken off his briefs, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he slipped them off and rubbed his tip against your clit, right?

he was huge, thick tip dripping precum, with a girth that looked too big to be real, pulsing against your pussy. he positions it against your drooling hole, using your slick to lube up his tip and feeling— metal?

you sit up, leaning against your elbows to see the prince albert piercing that runs along his tip, metal jewelry threatening to slip into your pussy, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“i-it won’t fit!” you kick and shake your thighs around him, only for him to put your ankles together and fold your legs over his shoulder, pinning you down and slipping in the pierced head of his cock. you wince and gasp at the sudden stretch, silenced by his mouth clashing against yours, eagerly nipping at your bottom lip, desperate to drink in all your saccharine moans.

“good girl” he praises, slipping in inch by inch of his cock into your tight virgin walls “fuck- this tight little cunt is suckin’ me in, want ma cock princess? yeah? gonna stuff ya full of me ‘til ya can’t even speak, you’ll just be a dumb baby for me”

“hurts!” your words only drive him closer to shoving himself in one smooth thrust, but he holds back, he sees how much you struggle to take barely half of him, he wants to make this good for you to. he wants to make your first time your best time, the one you’ll remember and think about if you ever fuck another man. he wants to mold your insides to fit his cock perfectly, he wants to train you to be his perfect little girl who won’t find another way to get off if she doesn’t have his cock, he wants you to depend on him to always make you feel good.

“‘s ok princess” he leans down, folding you into a mating press as he kisses your neck and slips in the last of his cock, covered in a thin layer of white sheen. “my good girl, creamin’ around me” he mumbles against your ear while he starts a slow pace into your pussy, carefully rutting his hips into you, almost afraid he would break you. “so pretty”

“please!” you sob, tears stream down your face despite his carefulness, it would break his heart, but he can feel the way your own body betrays you, clenching around him and pulling him in for more of the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your walls. “so big! c-can’t take it!”

“sure ya can, look” he puts a hand to your tummy, guiding you to do the same as he puts his hand over yours. there’s a small bulge, that appears and disappears whenever he thrusts in and out. “you’re takin’ it so well princess, keep yer hand right there” his other hand starts working tight circles against your clit, making you throw back your head at the sudden sensation.

“no! if you do that i-!”

“what are ya gonna do? cum? clench around my cock like yer doin’ right now every time i praise ya?” you fist the sheets to your sides, anything to relieve the aching between your legs and the tight knot that keeps forming in your stomach again.

“please don’t!” you desperately paw at his wrist, only to be slapped away and for him to increase the speed of his cock, rutting into your with more force. suddenly, the head of his piercing hits a different spot, one that left you gasping for air and arching your back against the mattress. “ah! right there- right there ‘samu!”

“yeah? you like it when i fuck ya right there?” he parrots, angling his hips at the same spot over and over, abusing it until he’s sloppily thrusting into you, on the verge of cumming and spilling all his load into you. “my pretty girl, moanin’ like a bitch in heat, all because i’m makin’ ya feel good”

“yes ‘samu! please please, please m-make me feel good! wanna cum, please!” fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you scream and beg for him, unwillingly rutting your hips against him as you cum around his cock, your high too much for your sensitive body as you whine uncontrollably when he doesn’t stop. you’re too overstimulated to say a word, gone too dumb on his cock to even realize that you’re babbling little nonsense words about how good you feel, and how much you want him.

“dumb lil’ thing” he says, giving one sharp, final thrust before he empties his load between your legs, deep inside you, careful not to move you too much in fear of his cum spilling out of your clenching hole.

he’s right, you are a dumb little thing, because as soon as he pulls out you’re desperately bucking your hips, blindly searching for him in hope he would fill up the sudden emptiness in your pussy, unintentionally spilling all his hard work between your thighs.

“no!” he grunts, slapping your thigh and grounding you to the mattress as you wince in pain, dark color blossoming at the skin where he’d placed the spank. “look what you’ve done, bad fuckin’ girl” he says, the sudden tone shift sends a tinge of fear all over your body, and you’re reduced to nothing but a kin to a stray puppy, a terrible look of guilt in your eyes, even if you don’t realize what you’ve done wrong.

“look at the mess you made” he mumbles, flipping you over and placing ass up “now i’m gonna have to fill ya up all over again”

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[prettierthanurbf]

So What?

Y/n walked down the halls to find her best friend, getting the overwhelming feeling she’d be stuck walking into class alone, when she finally bumped into someone she knew. “Oh, great.” She mumbled irritably.

He turned around with a grin. “Well, hello, y/n.”

She rolled her eyes at his cocky grin. “Where’s your brother?”

The question just made his grin grow wider, making your patience even thinner. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He teased.

She let her eyes wander around the halls to avoid eye contact when her eyes landed on him, sighing in relief, she pushed past his brother and hurried off to Tom. “Hey.” She said happily.

He looked up from his book. “Nice of you to wake up early for once.” He teased.

She laughed. “My parents are going to cut me off if I miss school to sleep in.” She explained.

He looked over her head, his eyes stopping on something that made his eyebrows furrow. “Mattheo’s staring at you again.” He whispered.

She quickly spun around to meet Mattheo’s eyes, turning back around so quick she almost fell over.

Tom helped her stand. “You alright?” He asked concerned.

She put a hand to her head. “I swear if he hexed me I’ll burn the little bastard.”

Tom chuckled. “Now I might just help you with that.”

Before y/n could say anything else, the teacher opened the doors for everyone in the class to walk in.

The whole class was a blur, mostly because y/n was asleep through half of it and hurrying to copy off of To ‘a notes during the other half, paying no attention to the teacher whatsoever.

Tom had to talk to one of his teachers before the next class started, which left y/n waiting outside on a bench alone with a book until class started.

Mattheo, who had grown bored of his friend group, walked off to bug y/n, sliding onto the bench and taking the spot a little too close to y/n.

She didn’t glance up from her book or move. “What?” She asked calmly.

He raised a brow. “No snarky comment? Hm.” He hummed. “Are you feeling alright?”

She rolled her eyes. “What do you want, Mattheo?”

“Ah, there’s the tone I was looking for.” He grinned. “What’re you reading?”

She clicked her tongue. “You could check the cover, you know.”

He shrugged. “It would sound so much better coming from your lips than mine.”

She shut her book, her finger holding the page she was on, snapping her head to look at him. “What do you want, Mattheo?” She repeated, this time a little less calm.

He smirked. “Maybe I want to help with your anger issues.”

“Maybe you should work on yours first.” She said back.

He laughed. “We could work on it together.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’d rather burn. Over and over. For eternity.”

He shrugged. “I could make it worth your while.”

She raised a brow. “What’s your angle, Riddle?”

He looked away with a small grin. “There’s no angle. I just think we could help each other out.”

“Have fun finding someone for that because I’m not your girl.” She slipped a small piece of paper into her book before getting up.

“But you could be.” Mattheo mumbled, but y/n had already walked off with all her things.

His shoulders slumped. “Great.”

Tom walked over to him laughing. “Did you seriously think whatever you were planning would work?”

Mattheo scowled at his brother. “It’s not like you’ve tried getting with her. Why is she so difficult.”

“She’s not into like that.” Tom said in a ‘duh’ tone.

Mattheo scoffed. “All the girls are into me like that.”

Tom shook his head and laughed a little more. “Not the one you like like that.”

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t like her like that, Tommy.”

“Then stop going after her, because I swear on my life and hers I will make yours a living hell if you break her heart or mess around with her for kicks. Got it?” Tom said sternly.

Mattheo put his hands up, a familiar teasing grin growing on his face. “It’s not that deep, brother.” And with that he walked off, another grinning glance at Tom before going straight ahead to see if he could find y/n.

He didn’t see her until school was over, when the clouds were making weird shapes up and the colors were changing from the sun going down, the black lake always looked prettiest at this time of day, which is why Mattheo chose to walk alongside it, also in hopes he’d find a weird creature in the water and draw it.

He came across y/n when he was walking back to the school, she was laying on her back, her head rested on her book bag, with a different book in her hands than she was reading hours prior. He walked over to her confidently.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

She sighed. “What?”

He sat down beside her. “So this is what you do after school?”

She rolled her eyes. “Quidditch practice was canceled today.”

He nodded. “Totally forgot you were on the team.”

She glanced at him. “Is there any reason you’re here or what?”

He shrugged. “Just wanted to know how you were doing.”

She pulled a piece of paper put of her robe, handing it to Mattheo without looking away from her book. “You read that and tell me how you think I’m feeling.”

His eyes scanned over the paper. “An animagus? Seriously?”

She shrugged. “Now I’ve got to wait for my uncle Newt to come down here and talk to me about everything.”

Mattheo handed the paper back. “So you can’t go home?”

She shook her head. “Apparently my brothers tore up the place pretty bad and they’re trying to get it under control.”

“So why don’t you just stay with me and Tom?”

She snorted. “Because it’s you and Tom. I swear both of you don’t know how to not argue, especially when you’re trying to do something ‘important’.”

Matthe scoffed. “We do not!”

She raised a brow. “So we’re just gonna play that game now?”

He shrugged. “I mean…”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re an idiot if you think you don’t argue with your brother a lot.”

“Just stay with us.” It came out more as a plead than a suggestion, which was not Mattheo’s intention at all.

Y/n laughed. “Beg me.” She joked.

He rolled his eyes. “Oh, ha ha, very funny.” He said sarcastically. “Just stay with us.”

She glanced at him from her book. “If I do will you go away?”

“Maybe.” He said.

She shrugged. “Fine. Just let your brother know so it’s not a surprise or anything.”

“Okay.” Mattheo got up. “Did you finish the other book?” He asked, stopping himself from running off to find his brother so he could talk to y/n some more.

She looked up at him. “Yes. I had most of my classes to read through it.”

“How long have you had this one?”

“Since lunch. Why?”

He grinned. “No reason, no reason.”

“Why?” She repeated, this time sternly.

Mattheo looked down at her. “You’ll find out.” He winked at her before running off to find Tom.

When Spring break rolled around, y/n, Tom, and Mattheo went to Tom and Mattheo’s mansion they inherited when their dad mysteriously passed away.

Y/n explored a little since it was a bit of an upgrade from where the Riddle brothers were staying when she last stayed with them.

She stepped into a dark ish bedroom with lots of books. She walked over to the blinds and pushed them open so she could get a better look in the room.

“I usually like the curtains closed.” Mattheo said, scaring the shit out of y/n.

She turned to him with a hand over her heart. “Warn a girl next time, Mattheo!”

He laughed. “Sorry, sorry.”

She continued to look around. “You know, your room is the darkest one in this whole house. And the most gloomy.” Her eyes landed on the bookshelves. “Except for the books. They’re gorgeous.”

He chuckled. “You can go ahead and take some if you want. I’ve read all of them so I don’t really care.”

She raised a brow before laughing. “You’ve read all these? Like actually, actually? You’re not screwing with me?”

He shook his head. “Is that a surprise?”

“Yes! In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never seen you open a book.”

“You don’t spend any time in the library.” He stated. “That’s where I am during my free time.”

“When you’re not walking around the lake.” She said.

He laughed. “You stalking me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself, Mattheo. I’ve seen you walking around like a loner because I spend most of my time by the lake. It’s where some of the hot guys at our school swim so it’s a pretty good view.”

Mattheo clenched his jaw before letting out a forced laugh. “I forgot you like staring at strangers who are half naked.”

She shrugged. “If they’re hot, they’re hot. I gotta stare.”

“You’re not like… staring at them like that, are you?” He laughed. “Cause that would be weird.”

“Oh, like how you look at me?” She said, raising a brow as a grin pulled at her lips.

He chuckled. “Now, darling, I think you’re just seeing things.”

“Oh?” She asked, walking over to him. “So if I were to take my sweater off you’d keep looking at my eyes?”

He laughed awkwardly. “Well, I think a lot of people would look, honestly…”

She raised a brow. “If your brother was changing you’d look at his chest?”

He rolled his eyes. “No. Obviously not.”

She nodded. “But you’d have a problem looking in my eyes instead of at my chest?”

“Well you’re not my sister so I can look.”

“Well now you just sound like a creep.” Y/n teased.

Mattheo scowled. “Well now you’re not being fair.”

“Oh no?” She grinned, unzipping her hoodie and sliding it off her arms. “My eyes are up here, Mattheo.”

“Screw this.” Mattheo mumbled annoyed. He cupped y/n’s face gently before pulling her in and pressing his lips against hers.

She pulled away for air after what felt like a short time period. “You do that to all the girls who try to take their sweater off?” She asked dumbfounded.

He shook his head and laughed, his hands still cupping her face. “You’re so blind sometimes, y/n.”

She raised a brow. “And you’re not?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “No?”

“You sound unsure.” She teased. “But you are.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling his hands away. “You are more than I am.”

“I’ve been in love with you since I met you.” She said quietly. “And you never noticed.”

He grinned. “So the flirting was getting to you?” He teased.

“I’ll cut your throat.” She said quickly.

He chuckled. “I’ll take my chances.” He pulled her in for another kiss, pulling away when he heard footsteps getting closer to his room.

She quickly pulled back and stood by the bookshelf, getting a book off the shelf quickly. “What’s this one about?” She asked calmly.

Matthe cleared his throat. “Uh, uhm… werewolves.” He said after clearing his throat.

Tom knocked on the door frame. “Hey, there’s hot water on the stove right now. I’ve got to stop by the market to get some more stuff for dinner. I’ll be back in an hour or so.”

Mattheo grinned at y/n as Tom walked off to get his shoes on and leave for the market.

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stay away from toman?

anime: tokyo revengers

character: ryuguji 'draken' ken

summary: takemichi discovers why his older sister was so adamant on avoiding toman when he and y/n bump into mikey and draken on their way home from school.

warnings: afab! reader, she/her pronouns, first person pov

"Take', hurry up!" I whisper harshly, squatting down beside my brother, who is currently putting on his shoes to go home, "Why do you take so freaking long just to do some shoelaces?"

Takemichi glances up to me, making a face as he continues to tie his laces. "What're you rushing me for?" He grumbles out, furrowing his brows.

I retort, crossing my arms over my chest with my bag over my shoulder, "I wanna' go home, I got... like, homework 'n shit to do." I look away once he gives me a suspicious look.

Ever since the start Takemichi told me he was a part of Toman, I've either been rushing him home when he doesn't have plans, or flat out ignoring him in public when he mentions he has business to take care of.

Most of the time, he dismisses it but recently, Take' has taken up a new 'alter ego' or something. Now, he's more concerned with what I'm doing and where I am, as if he was the older sibling out of us two. Although, I've gotten used to the switching.

"Well, you could always go without me, Y/N." He says, standing up and checking his shoes. He grabs his bag from beside him. "I'd rather walk with Hina than my sister."

Faking a gasp, I slap his arm before we exit the building. "Wow, you're such an ass." I sigh, frowning at him as I hold onto my bag strap, "To make it up to me, you're gonna' have to buy me ice candy."

My brother groans, checking for his wallet in his bag, "Why the Hell do I have to always pay for things when you get annoyed?" Take' says, pulling out cash.

"Because you annoy me and have to pay for it." I respond, feeling excited to get the treat, "And plus, I always buy you stuff when I upset you."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

He goes to refute it but instead his eyes land on a few bikes parked across the street. Takemichi then looks over to me. "Hey, Y/N, you're cool with me being a part of a gang, right?" He questions.

I furrow my brows. "Um... We've had this conversation before, haven't we?" I say, tilting my head as we both cross the street, "I'm fine with it, Take', just as long as you don't do anything unnecessary. No fighting if not needed."

He nods his head at me, looking at the ground as we walk on the pavement. I blink at him. No snarky remark.

I elbow his side. "If you come home with another bleeding cheek, I will beat you the fuck up, okay?" I joke, giving a smile as Takemichi chuckles along with me.

"Then, if you're okay with it, do you want to meet everyone?" He questions, making me widen my eyes.

I stop, waving my hands at my brother frantically. "Uh, no, no, no, no!" I tell him, shaking my head as my brother looks back to me, "I don't wanna' meet anyone from the Manji gang! I'm—I'd rather just not be associated at all..."

Takemichi blinks at me for a second before awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. He giggles out, "Geez, are you that scared of them? They're really not as bad as you think."

I rub the back of my neck and mumble quietly, "I know that myself."

We enter the shop and Takemichi goes straight for the snack aisle. He says, looking to me over his shoulder, "You know? Well then it should be fine. I know that you being my sister would immediately cause problems if there were people after me... for whatever reason." I furrow my brows at him. "I just want to know you'd be safe if that ever happens. And the commander could do that."

I blink at my brother as I open the freezer. "Hey, I'm fine, Takemichi. You act like it wasn't me getting you out of trouble. You can only kinda' punch because of me." I laugh, grabbing the ice candy I wanted. I tap my bicep a few times. "And look, I've got muscle. I'm a unit."

Takemichi laughs at me before shrugging his shoulders. "Just want to make sure you're safe, is all." He tells me. I give a reassuring smile.

We head to the cashier and pay for our things. Takemichi takes care of my ice candy and I had bought him two boxes of chocolate. One for him and another for Hina, since they have a date scheduled for tomorrow. I'm sure my brother is really excited for that.

We exit the store, going back on our way home. I begin to eat my ice candy when Tachimichi bumps into someone in front of us.

"I'm sorry, I—" He begins with stiff shoulders. But then, he relaxes. "Mikey? What're you doing here?"

What? Fuck no.

I side step my brother, getting a view of the blonde with a half up, half down hairstyle. I bite my lip, seeing how Mikey hasn't noticed me yet. The said guy waves his hand with a smile. "Takemitchy! Me and Kenny are grabbing some food. I got kinda' hungry after this morning's riot."

'Takemitchy'? 'This morning's riot'?

What?

I furrow my brows at my brother retorts, "Oh, right. Well, we're just on our way home."

Then, Mikey looks to me. He lights up, a smirk on his lips as he speaks, "Oh? Takemitchy, going around with another girl? You devil." He's just playing around, I can tell by the way he says it. He gives me a knowing look.

Takemichi waves his hands frantically, shaking the bag of chocolates. "Oh, no, no, no, I'm still with Hina and Hina only!" He states, loudly at that fact, "This is Y/N, my sister. Y/N, this is Mikey, Toman's commander."

I try to act surprised, widening my eyes at the two of them. Mikey holds out a hand to me. "It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N." He says, closed eye smile.

Bowing, I retort, "It's nice to meet you too, Mikey." It's the nerves running through me that makes me act like that. Why did I have to bump into him now? With my brother?

I feel a gentle chop against the top of my head. "Wow, you really are Takemitchy's sister." He laughs out, tilting his head at me as I stand up straight. I give him a squinted eye look. "You're the same age as me, and if you're related to him, then you're cool with me. No need to bow to me if you aren't a part of my crew." The last part is accompanied by sarcasm.

I nod my head once before exhaling slowly. "I'm going to head home now." I tell my brother, giving a reassuring look when he furrows his brows, "You can hang out with Mikey." I give a pointed look to my friend.

Just as I pass Mikey, ice candy in my mouth and I turn to continue on my way, I bump into someone else. I step back, balancing myself and my food to look up to the pers—

Okay, no.

No.

I immediately walk around him, pulling my hoodie down over my head and walking a little faster.

"Y/N?" I hear him say, making me stop.

I groan internally, closing my eyes and pushing my hoodie off my head. Turning around, I give a sweet smile to the three of them, now looking to me. "Hi, Ryuguji. Um... how are you?" I mutter out, tilting my head.

Ken squints at me, looking a little annoyed. "The fuck are you calling me 'Ryuguji' for?" He asks, tilting his head at me.

I notice the way my brother looks confused, and how Mikey is smiling and having the time of his life at the moment. I huff, rubbing the back of my neck, "Well, uh, that's your name, isn't it?"

Ken deadpans, walking closer to me with a raised brow, "Yeah, it is, but you don't call me by my last name." The closer he gets, the faster my heart beats as I switch my gaze from Ken to Mikey and my brother, then back to Ken.

His hand gently takes hold of my chin, making me look to him. "You alright?" He asks, overlooking my face as I stare at him. He runs his fingers up to caress my cheek. "Did something happen?"

I hear Mikey giggle out, "Oh, Kenny, what are you doing with Takemitchy's sister?" He puts emphasis on 'sister', which makes Ken widen his eyes at me and look over to Mikey and my brother.

His hand drops from my cheek as he turns. "What the Hell are you talking about?" He scoffs to Mikey, eyes landing on Takemichi, "She's not your sister." He seems to get side tracked, grabbing my ice candy and eating it for himself.

Bitch?

Takemichi takes offense, tilting his head at me. He says, "I think I'd know who my sister is, Draken." He walks closer before Mikey stops him, "Uh—How do you even know her?"

Ken looks back at me, raised brow. I look away immediately, hand behind my back as I continue to eat my ice candy I was handed back. He then stands beside me, arm going around my shoulders and pulling me into his side. I'm about to say something when Ken turns me.

I give a small yelp, my face now in Ken's chest as he wraps his arms around my back. I hear Mikey whistle and Takemichi give a sound of surprise. He huffs, "Take a guess, Takemitchy. How do you think I know your sister?"

I feel my face burn. At this point, I know for a fact that Ken is just trying to prove a point here. But that doesn't stop my brother from saying, "D—Draken! You might wanna' let go of her, Y/N's boyfriend might see and get upset."

Jesus Christ.

I internally facepalm at my brother. Oh God.

Ken laughs at that, chest rumbling against my face, "Oh, really? Your boyfriend, huh, Y/N?" I look up from my spot, clenching my jaw and squinting at him. Ken was having fun. He smirks at me. "Should I be worried? Is he scary? Will he kick my ass if I kiss you?"

I pinch his side, making him roll his eyes and release me. I fix my shirt and skirt before turning to Mikey and Takemichi.

"How've you been, Y/N?" Mikey questions, walking closer to us with Take' following behind, "It's been a while since I've talked to you. Kenny steals all your attention nowadays."

I retort, "You expect me to prioritise you over Ken?"

Take' gasps when he hears me say Ken's name.

Mikey shrugs his shoulders before Takemichi takes hold of mine, shaking me frantically. "Y/N, what the Hell is going on? How do you know these guys? You said you wanted to stay away from Toman!"

"'Stay away from Toman'?" Mikey and Ken both say.

I hold onto Takemichi's arms, stopping him from moving me. "Listen to me carefully, little brother." I say, looking serious, "Remember how I told you that my boyfriend was intimidating, and I didn't want to introduce you two because of that?"

He slowly nods his head. I then point to Ken. "Do you think Draken is intimidating?" I ask, to which Takemichi nods his head slowly, "Then you know why I didn't want to meet Toman."

He squints at me for a second before I feel a tap on my shoulder. I look over to see Mikey. "Wanna' come with us now that it's sorted out?" He asks, pointing to the shop we were just in, "Have lunch with us! I wanna' see how this all plays out."

Mikey makes his way inside before I can answer. I look back to my brother. "I'm dating Draken... okay?" I mumble out.

Takemichi takes a deep breath in, looking between me and Ken behind me. He sighs out to himself, "I guess I messed something up and now you're dating Draken..."

I furrow my brows. He then sees me and shakes his head. "Uh! I mean, I—I think that's fine! Draken is... strong. He'll protect you. That's... That's great news, Y/N." He states, nodding to Ken. There's a genuine tone in his voice. Like he's incredibly happy.

"Oh... you're taking this better than I expected." I say, pulling away from my brother, "I kinda' thought you'd freak out and tell me that Ken gets into too many fights."

I hear Ken scoff from behind me, "Excuse me."

I brush it off, patting Takemichi on the top of his head. "Well, I guess we can do lunch." I say, seeing my brother nod, "Thanks, Takemichi."

He gives me a soft grin. "It's alright, Y/N." He tells me, following Mikey inside.

I turn around to see Ken crossing his arms over his chest, looking irritated once again. "What?" I hum, raising a brow.

He pinches my cheek, making me click my tongue. "Why didn't you tell you were Takemitchy's sister, huh?" He complains, tilting his head at me, "And why the Hell didn't you tell him who your boyfriend was when you found out he was a part of Toman?"

I hold onto his wrist as he lets go of me. "Because I didn't want you grilling my brother." I state, pouting at him a little, "Take' knows things about me that I'd be embarrassed to tell you. He might've told our parents if he found out I was dating one of Tokyo's strongest gang members."

He smirks at me. I can't help but smile back at him. Ken retorts, "I'll let it go. And because of this, you're gonna' have to meet Toman."

I widen my eyes at him before sighing, following him to the store, "Fine... I haven't spoken to Mitsuya in a while." I slip my hand into his, squeezing it a little. "Does that mean I'm a gang member now?"

"No." He says sternly, entering the shop.

"Aw, how come?" I chuckle, tugging him to the freezer, "Remember when I slapped Mikey for entering the room I was changing in? His cheek was swollen for like, hours. I'm practically a threat to your boss."

He rolls his eyes at that, grabbing the same ice candy Take' had bought me before, which he stole. "Not much of a threat, baby." He claims, handing me the treat, "Pretty sure it was from me punching him that his cheek was swollen for."

"You have no evidence." I huff, walking to the cashier as Ken follows behind.

"I have plenty of evidence. Just ask Mikey." He tells me, paying for it. We exit the store, Ken looking around. "Damn, what's taking them so long?" He sits down, impatient look on his face.

I stand in front of him, in between his legs and holding the ice candy in between my lips. "It's Mikey. When he wants food, he goes bulk." I say, putting my hand in his when he holds it out, "At least now, I can hang out with you in public. No more sneaking around."

He frowns a little, pulling me closer. "But that was fun." He sighs out, "You only got caught like, twice. I'm so proud of you."

My cheeks heat up at the last statement before Ken finishes his ice candy, putting it in the bin beside him. "Well, you better be. It wasn't that easy. Takemichi kept waking up randomly in the middle of the night." I inform Ken.

I eat my ice candy, swallowing the part I had before Ken tugs me closer. Before I can ask, he leans up from his spot on the bench and presses his lips against mine. I'm a little surprised by it, but I eventually close my eyes and use my free hand to caress his cheek.

I can tell he's sinking into this. We haven't actually seen each other in maybe a week more. He's been held up with Toman business and I didn't want to be in the way. I've missed him, since texting is a downgrade to actually talking to him.

Ken keeps his grip on my hand, not letting me go. He's probably just as reluctant to let go as I am. But alas, breathing.

I pull away first, Ken dragging himself closer before he opens his eyes. He scans my face for a second before leaning back, a gentle blush over his cheeks. "Hey... missed you." He told me.

Feeling a rush of excitement after hearing that, I lean forward and wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "Aw, aren't you cute?" I giggle, his arm curling at my waist, "I missed you too, Ken."

"Euh..." I hear someone say, "Am I gonna' have to get used to that?"

"Yeah. It's alright, they don't do it in front of the rest of the guys. Just the close ones." Another person says.

I pull away from Ken, hands resting on his shoulders as we turn to see Mikey and Takemichi. The commander is seating a pork bun and Take' is holding three bags full of snacks.

A little embarrassed, I look away and continue to eat my ice candy. "Do you regret being so cool about it now, Take'?" I joke, smiling at myself.

He retort, "Maybe a little bit. But at least now, you'll be safer in the future with Draken."

I feel Ken stand up, hands in his pockets. "Alright, let's get going before Mikey falls asleep."

[vanderlustwords]

What if Steve leaves and she finds out she’s pregnant? I really love your alternate ending where he leaves for Peggy and wondering if you could write more about it. Doesn’t have to be him leaving a child behind that was just a question that popped into my head

Pairing: (past) Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs/Comments are much welcomed ♥

Continuation of: This Dress is Karma || Alternate Ending

Warnings: unbeta'd. Angst ending for Steeb.

Note: I don't know how you roped me into writing a 2.3k continuation but here I am LOL

Count: ~2.3k

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You shut the door with a soft click, waiting until you hear the quiet footsteps fade away. The lump in your throat gets harder to swallow as you turn around, leaning back against the door and let out a shaky sigh.

You can't help but think those were some brave words you said to Steve. You desperately wanted them to be true. You did want to be so happy that it would physically pain Steve if he were to ever witness it.

You wanted it to be true that you were never going to see him again because he had hurt you so much, and he needed to stay away from you.

But when you lift your trembling hand to your stomach, you wonder if everything you said had been nothing more than a brave front.

"You alright?"

You immediately look up and see Bucky stepping out of the guest room, fully dressed with towel-dried hair.

You swallow and force a smile as you drop your hand.

"Yeah, you ready to head out?" You ask him as you stand up straight.

Bucky nods with a grumble before he grabs a strand of his hair. "I need a haircut first, though. Do you think we could find a barber first?"

"Sure," you say, turning around and opening the door with Bucky following you behind.

"You sure everything is okay?" Bucky asks you again.

The way your throat feels raw, the hysterical words that want to escape your mouth make you feel dizzy. You want to put your hand against your stomach again as if to see if you could suddenly feel a bump.

But you refrain because Bucky would get suspicious. Well, he'd probably think you had a stomachache first, but if you didn't stop acting strange, he would pry.

"Everything's fine," you mumble.

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As the weeks pass, more and more things begin to slip from you.

There is a layer of never-ending panic that sits right beneath your skin, crawling and setting your nerves on fire.

When you began to get morning sickness and threw up into the toilet, you began to shake.

The reality of your situation began to hit you.

You were pregnant.

With Steve's child.

Steve, who had abandoned you and was grey and old and probably would pass away soon.

The notion of it all had you throwing up in the toilet again.

You were alone, and you were scared.

What were you going to do? You couldn't rely on Steve anymore.

You looked down at your relatively flat stomach still, placing your hand against it.

There was a life growing inside you. What were you going to do?

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It was harder to hide when Bucky came over almost every other day, even though he didn't live with you. He had stayed for a week after the confrontation with Steve but quickly found his own place.

Initially, that had made you feel more alone, like everyone couldn't wait to escape from you. But it had worked out when you needed alone time.

Bucky was currently in your kitchen, cooking up steaks for lunch for the two of you.

The smell of it made you deathly pale.

"What's going on with you?" Bucky asked with a frown as he set the steaks aside to rest.

You had to swallow hard before you could answer. "Nothing," you said weakly. "I'm—I'm sorry. I know you came all the way here to cook but I'm not really hungry."

"You've been saying that for days now, doll," Bucky pursed his lip. "I feel like I haven't seen you eat a proper meal lately. What's going on? I know things have been...hard. Especially since you last saw Steve, but this isn't okay. I need you to eat something in front of me that isn't pretzels, bananas, or bread."

The idea of sliding a piece of steak basted in butter had your stomach knot itself painfully.

You shook your head, but when Bucky insisted, slicing the steak and you watched the juices run, you couldn't hold it in anymore.

You took off to the bathroom in haste.

"Hey—" Bucky called out and took off after you, but you were quick to shut the door before you fell to your knees over the toilet and hurled.

"What's wrong?" Bucky yelled through the door, trying to jiggle it open but found you had locked it. "Open the door, doll. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine," you said shakily as you grabbed some toilet paper and wiped your mouth, eyes hot with tears. "I just—I just haven't been feeling well."

The silence on the other side of the door only lingered for a moment before Bucky used his metal arm to turn the doorknob so hard, it broke open.

He found you sitting on the floor, over the toilets, eyes rimmed red and your face pale.

Bucky carefully walks in and kneels slowly before you.

He thinks back the couple of weeks and how you've been going to the bathroom a lot more, and how you don't like going to restaurants to eat. You've been eating at home and the strangest things and wearing more flowy shirts.

He looks at your face, and the way you're trying to hold back your tears makes Bucky feel dread.

"Doll..." he calls you softly. "Are you—Are you pregnant?"

You let out a choked sob in response, face dropping as you close your eyes.

Bucky's quick to hold you in his arms as he strokes your back, his heart dropping.

There was only one person who could've gotten you pregnant.

There had been some dumb shit Steve's done the entire time Bucky's known him. Always getting into scraps he couldn't finish, always prideful when Bucky wanted to help him.

But it had been the first time Bucky's ever been so fucking pissed at Steve. It was the first time Bucky couldn't defend or make an excuse for his friend.

"Bucky, what am I going to do?" You trembled in his arms. "I can't—Steve isn't—I want to keep it but I'm alone."

Bucky swallowed so hard it was painful.

There was no fucking way he was ready to be a dad or step up in any kind of way—that is, if you even let him.

Fuck, you two didn't even have feelings for each other or anything. There was something, maybe, Bucky thought for the future. But now?

"You're not alone," Bucky reassured, keeping his voice still for your sake. "I'm here. I'm here all the way and I'm not gonna leave you, doll. Ever."

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You manage to keep the fact that you're pregnant under the wraps easily. It helps that since saving the world, no one really meets up anymore. A part of you worries because you can't find Wanda anywhere, but you know she can find you if she wanted to.

Sam might be the only other person who knows, and Bucky was begrudging when accepting his help.

Months pass, and you're surprised how dedicated Bucky is. You're pretty sure you're on the verge of a mental breakdown constantly. A part of you worries Steve will show up, but Bucky reassures you that there's nothing Steve could do even if he did show up.

"Fuck..." you swore as Bucky was in the middle of figuring out how to build the crib the two of you got from Ikea. He looks up at you alarmingly. "I think my water just broke."

"Oh, shit, okay, okay!" Bucky jumps up right away and starts running around to grab the prepared bag as he helps you out into the car. "Don't panic!"

"Bucky, I'm literally about to push a baby out of my body. I'm going to fucking panic if I want to," you snap, and Bucky bites his lip to refrain from speaking as he zips through traffic.

"Oh, god," you say under your breath. You were having a baby. You were actually going to have a baby.

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"Bucky, you can't just carry her everywhere," you grumbled as you pushed the stroller through the park. "You're spoiling her."

"Yes, I can. She wants me to carry her and whatever my princess wants, she gets." Bucky declared indignantly at you while sticking his tongue out.

You sighed with a smile.

You couldn't believe a year has passed. Despite the time passing, you never really felt fully prepared as a mother. You were scared you were fucking it up all the time if you're honest.

Bucky holds your hand, and you give him a shy smile. That was new too. Slow and steady, as Bucky has always been, and you think you were falling for him because of that.

When you look up, your heart stops.

"Oh," Steve blinked.

Another year has passed, but you find Steve doesn't look too different. A little more tired perhaps, but still...Steve.

You feel panic creep up in your chest that threatens to become a panic attack before Bucky squeezes your hand.

"Breathe, doll," he whispers encouragingly to you, but it's loud enough for Steve to catch.

You do as he says, taking a few calming breaths. You want to keep walking, but it seems Steve can't stop staring at the child in Bucky's arms.

"Why don't you take Hazel to the pond? She really likes looking at the ducks," you tell Bucky, and he nods, warily looking at you and Steve. He sends Steve a curt nod before he takes the stroller with him and walks off.

Steve's eyes trail after Bucky.

You know then that he knows. It's not hard after all. Hazel looks like a spitting image of Steve, something that had been hard for you to deal with at first. Her blonde hair and blue eyes—the blue eyes were easier since Bucky's eyes were blue too, even if a darker shade.

But Hazel was so lovely; you loved her so easily.

"When did you know?" Steve asked.

You shrugged. "The day before we all saved the world."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Steve's voice was pained and betrayed, and you cocked your brow at him.

"Why? So you would stay?"

"Yes, I would have!" Steve insisted.

The sheer stupidity of the situation had you give a humourless laugh.

"The last thing I want is for you to stay because of a baby, Steve. You wanted to leave, despite everything, you chose to leave. We would only hate each other in the long run."

"That's not true," Steve denied. "When I made that choice, it wasn't because I didn't love you anymore."

"No, you just didn't love me enough."

The words rang clear, almost throwing Steve off-kilter.

The silence fell, and the two of you could hear Hazel laughing with Bucky in the distance as she shrieked.

"Don't you think I deserved to know about her?" Steve asked with his lips pursed.

"No," you answered honestly. "What do you, a 90 something-year-old man, have to offer her? You certainly can't step up and be her father. Your time keeps running out and the last thing I need is for Hazel to have instability. Did you want to be her grandfather? She's already met mine, so do you want to pretend to be Bucky's?"

"So, you're just gonna lie to her and let her think Bucky is her dad?"

Your eyes flash angrily.

"Bucky is her dad. He's the only dad that counts in every way. Do you know how hard it was for me? I was scared shitless, Steve. You can delude yourself into thinking otherwise, but you're unreliable. I couldn't come to you for help," you snap at him. "Do you know who was there every time I was puking my guts out, crying or screaming, or wanted pickles with peanut butter at 2AM? Who do you think was there for every appointment. Who bought fifty parenting and baby books to study religiously? It was Bucky. Even though I knew he was scared too, he was there. So, don't fucking try to make me and Bucky look like the bad guy. You have NOTHING to offer to Hazel."

Steve stood there wide-eyed, guilt crowding over his eyes. Steve doesn't want to say he regrets going back because that would mean a lifetime of regrets he can't get back.

"You're right," Steve said slowly, trying to appease your anger. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. It's not my place to say anything."

Even though Steve says it, he looks over to the little girl squealing in Bucky's arms. He looks at her blonde hair that she clearly got from him and your nose.

He and Peggy had children—children he loved more than anything.

But...the idea of his child with you...that was another reality he missed.

It seems to be that way always for him, Steve thought somberly. He was always missing something. Maybe you had been right about him.

Steve listens as you take a deep breath in and exhale.

"Do you want to meet her?" You offer, and Steve can tell it's difficult for you to say those words.

"If you're okay with it," Steve said slowly.

You nod stiffly. "It's fine as long as you respect my wishes and refrain from telling her you're her bio dad. I want to save that conversation for when she's older and able to understand it more."

You don't say it, but Steve is already thinking how he'll most likely be gone by then.

The two of you begin to walk towards Bucky and Hazel.

"What will you tell her?" Steve asked.

"The truth," you shrug. "That you were the world's greatest hero and you loved her and would've loved to get to know her if you stayed, but you didn't and it wasn't her fault."

"Right, it was mine," Steve felt a sting in the back of his throat.

"I don't think it was anyone's fault," you tell him. "It's just karma, Steve. I wasn't enough for you and now you're not enough for Hazel."

Right, Steve thought somberly as he looked at you in your summer dress. It was different from the sexy red one that used to drive him insane.

It was a calm peace, a show of your motherhood and graceful maturity.

This dress is karma, too.

[quindolyn]

hi love! I’m in love w ur blog, Could u do a marauders smut w an obedient sub james and a bratty sun reader and like punishment w dom remus and james? (sorry if that was confusing)

She’ll Never Learn || Poly!Marauders

Word Count: 3612

A/N: I kinda like this piece, we’ll see. In the course of writing this piece I was delayed a good hour because my laptop died on me and I broke my charging cable earlier today so that’s a whole shit show and I had to finish this on my school computer. That’s how much I love you guys. And a special thank you to everyone who bullied me, I still procrastinated for another 1-2 hours after that.

Warnings: face slapping, words like stupid and slut used, male penetration, exhibitionist kink, dom/sub, degradation, poly obviously, i’m tired please tell me if there’s any that I missed

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Part 2

The fact you couldn’t do it was half the fun. For you anyways, the whole thing seemed to make James nervous, he’d broken a few rules here and there before but never had he been so conscious of the disobedience he was about to take part in.

“Our Daddies are gonna be mad if they catch us,” James grumbled as you pulled him up the staircase to the boy’s dorm, dragging him by the sleeve of his school issued button-up. 

Had he put up any resistance he would’ve easily been able to cease your assent up the staircase, his body strong and toned from Quidditch but he didn’t, he allowed himself to be pulled up the stairs to the dorm room he shared with Sirius and Remus.

“Well neither of them have to know, now do they?” You asked him as you opened the door to their dorm which they kept tidy for you, knowing that you couldn’t stand mess.

As you kicked the door closed behind you and toed off your shoes you caught a glimpse of the boy’s face as he studied your form unabashedly as you started expertly undoing the buttons on your top before shrugging it off your shoulders and letting it pool at your feet.

“Come on Jamie,” You cooed mockingly as you strode towards him, his eyes glued to your breasts, “If they don’t know about this then we can have fun, it’s so hard with them sometimes isn’t it, with them getting in the way?” You watched his Adam’s apple bob as you played with the scarlet material of his tie, teasingly tugging on it. 

“But if they find out-”

You cut him off by pulling him down by his tie, melding your lips with his, though he was considerably taller than you he bent all the way down to kiss you, becoming pliable in your hands as you ran your fingers through his raven tresses.

Lacing your hands together at the back of his head, interweaving your fingers with his fluffy curls you pulled slightly, resulting in the man’s mouth to open as a gentle groan tumbled from his lips. You smirked into the kiss, knowing that you had won as you backed yourself up towards one of the beds in the room, you allowed yourself to sit when your knees bumped up against the mattress. 

“Want this off,” You muttered, clumsily working on undoing his tie until you were able to pull it off of him. “This too,” You said, already starting on the top button of his shirt.

Having pushed the pesky garment off of his broad shoulders you took a moment to run the palms of your hands up and down the smooth muscles of his muscled chest. Goosebumps rose under your touch as he leaned in towards you.

“Good boy,” You murmured, throwing your head back against the pillow, knowing that the praise would do just the trick to convince him to break the rules with you. Corrupting him, now that was also a part of the fun for you, little old Jamie would’ve never fathomed doing something like this if you hadn’t convinced him, there was just something so undeniably hot about the way you could so easily manipulate him. The way that with two simple words we was a whimpering mess with his mouth latched on your nipple.

You whined as he lifted his mouth moving it to the other nipple both at the loss of contact and then the new found stimulation.

James didn’t hear the opening and the closing of the door from behind him, too focused on sucking on the delicate flesh of your tit but you did, Remus and Sirius had caught you. Smirking to yourself you realized that if you worked the next ten or so seconds correctly you would be in for a treat. 

“Jamie!” You moaned, dramatically thrusting your chest up into his mouth, “Feels so good when you suck my tit Jamsie, making me so wet.” Deciding laying it on extra thick was only going to help your mission: you wrapped your legs around James’ waist and started thrusting your hips into his. 

“Can you believe these two?” The dark haired man asked his partner incredulously, “Did you give them permission to do this?”

At the sound of Sirius’ voice James jumped off of you, a guilty look gracing his face as he immediately dropped to his knees in front of them, not even wiping the spit from his mouth.

“No Pads,” Remus responded, his eyes on James rather than Sirius, a frown took over his face as he moved his gaze to your half naked form, “Did you?”

“Nope,” Sirius replied, popping his p as he stuck his hands into the front pockets of his trousers, lazily sauntering over to where James sat subserviently on the ground, “Thought you were my good boy Jamie, what happened?” He asked in a sickly sweet sort of voice that had James in a puddle at his feet and you rolling your eyes back in your head, not noticing Remus’ piercing gaze set on you. If you paid close enough attention, the tension radiating off the man was suffocating but Remus had always been able to blend into his surroundings, making it all the more startling when he pounced.

James’ response came in the form of a pathetic little whine as Sirius turned his face up to meet him with his index finger, the boy was malleable in the other man’s grasp. 

“Come on, answer Daddy’s question, don’t be a brat,” At the very mention of the word brat James’ eyes snapped up to Sirius’, that was his worst nightmare, being a brat, failing either Sirius or Remus. It terrified him, and Sirius knew James like the back of his hand. 

“M’sorry, m’so, so sorry I didn’t want to break the rules but (Y/N) said that it would be okay, that we wouldn’t get caught and then she kissed me and-” He rambled, his hands nervously tumbling about each other in his lap, his gaze never wavering from Sirius.

“Pathetic slut,” You swore, stalking off from the bed to where Sirius stood in front of James, “You were just as into it as I was, both of us broke the rules don’t try to back out now, don’t be a bad boy Jamie.”

You opened your mouth to continue but you were cut off by a sharp slap to the side of your face as Sirius’ hand met your cheek.

“Ow,” You whimpered, clutching the side of your face in your hand as you glared at Sirius, taking a step back towards the bed, “What was that for?”

“Oh don’t act stupid, you know that you get punished when you break the rules Puppy. And calling James a bad boy,” His eyes softened as he tore them from you, moving them to gaze down at the boy who still knelt at his feet, “You’re not a bad boy are you Jamie?”

He shook his head silently, eyes locked onto Sirius’.

“He’s acting like one, throwing me under the bus,” You grumbled, still rubbing the side of your face. 

“Did anyone say you could talk?” Remus questioned you, his voice oddly calm as he strode towards you, in no time at all reaching your body.

He raised a hand to the side of your you were clutching, coaxing away your hand to replace it with his own. He ran the palm of his hand over the flesh before pulling it back to bring it against your face, more harshly than Sirius had.

The action pulled a whine from your throat as your flesh was abused by the calloused palm of Remus’ hand. In a second he had adjusted his hand so that it was gripping your jaw, using his hold on you there to tug your entire body closer to his person.

“You really expect us to fucking buy that,” He squished your cheeks together harder and harder with every passing second, “Jamsie has always been our best boy, you on the other hand Puppy, you’ve got a bit of a bratty side to you.”

“It’s not fair,” You tried to wiggle yourself out of Remus’ grasp, moving your hands to grapple at his wrist, trying to pull away from him but he was unmoving, not only being much taller than you but much stronger than you, your efforts were in vain, “He broke the rules too, he’s not your good boy he’s a fucking slut!”

“That’s it!” Sirius’ voice rang through the dorm, still positioned next to James who still sat on the floor now with his fingers entangled in the other boy’s dark curls, “On the bed, now.” His command left no room for argument as Remus let go of your face, but you just stood there, not moving until he gave you a not so gentle nudge towards the bed you had previously been seated upon.

You had to stop yourself from trembling as you sat upon the bed, it wasn’t that you were scared. No, this was exactly what you had hoped for, you were giddy.

“If anyone here is desperate, puppy it’s you, look at this,” Sirius sneered, pushing your legs apart so that your bare pussy was on display, just as you had forgone a bra you had decided to go without panties, anticipating this moment. “No panties,” He tutted, crouching down so that he was level with your pussy as he boldly ran a finger through your sopping folds, “You planned this didn’t you?” HIs eyes darted up to meet yours and with a single glance he knew.

“Course she planned it, Pads,” Remus chimed in from where he leaned against the frame of one of the other beds, “Are you just now figuring that out? Our puppy thought she could break the rules and we’d make her feel good, thought she’d enjoy her punishment.”

As his words washed over you you felt a wave of disappointment, they weren’t going to give you what you wanted.

Sensing your disappointment Sirius recaptured your jaw in his hand, “Don’t pout baby, you’re gonna take your punishment like a good girl, yeah?”

Putting on your best “James face” eye wide and pleading, lips pushed out in a small pout, head cocked to the side you extended a single hand to grope at Sirius’ crotch, squeezing his clothed member in the palm of your hand.

“Daddy,” You begged, knowing that you were breaking another rule, touching them without permission. 

Remus rolled his eyes and was at your side in the blink of an eye, wrenching your hand away from Sirius’ bulge, “You know you’re not allowed to touch without permission,” He scolded as though he was bored with your insolent behavior. “Did you forget?”

“No, Daddy,” You shook your head looking up at him as Sirius’ adjusted so that your head was turned towards the other man.

Remus’ hold on your wrist tightened, “Oh, so you just decided to break the rules?”

You stuttered, not quite sure how to answer his question, “I-I…”

“That’s what I thought,” He spat, letting go of your wrist so that it could land on your thigh, not bothering to look over his shoulder he spoke to James, instead keeping his eyes on you, “Jamie, can you pull up the armchair for me?”

Rushing to obey, James squeaked out a small “yes” before pulling the aforementioned chair to the foot of the bed before redirected by Remus to place it by the side of the bed. You couldn’t help but ogle the boy as he moved about the room, well developed muscles rippling under his skin as he stretched and twisted his body.

“Up,” Remus ordered you with a flick of his wrist towards the chair you were pulled from your seat and dragged to the chair by some invisible force. With another flick of his wrist you were positioned to his liking, legs spread and thrown over the arms of the chair, arms linked together behind your back and as you tried to tug yourself out of that position you found you were immobile. Remus and his fucking talent for wandless magic.

“I’m uncomfortable, Daddy,” You trilled, trying to move in your seat and failing tremendously. 

“What did we say about talking?” Sirius scoffed at you undoing the buttons on his uniform shirt one at a time until he was able to shed his clothing.

“Jamsie, could you grab me a vibrator, the purple one?” Remus asked as he too rid himself of his shirt.

Being the dutiful boy he was, James promptly handed Remus the small clit vibrator who idly played with the switch, turning it on and then back off for a few seconds before his stern gaze lifted to your form and a small smirk graced his face. 

“Pads?” The werewolf turned to look at the boy, “You wanna do the honors?”

Sirius grinned like an idiot as he slid the toy from his lover’s hand, slipping it onto your clit before turning it on, placing a light sticking charm on you as to ensure the toy would stay put. 

“No cumming unless we say so, do you understand Puppy?” Everything about him from the tone of his voice to his eyes mocked you as he spoke, letting you know he was having way too much fun with this.

You managed a small nod but couldn’t help but jolt at the sudden pleasure that coursed through you as the vibrations of the vibrator stimulated your clit. If you had been physically capable you would’ve bucked your hips up but that being impossible left the pleasure to only fester more as the itch to move intensified the ecstasy setting deep in your bones.

Being so distracted by the stimulation on your clit you almost missed as Remus took James’ face in his hands and meshed their lips together, pushing his tongue into the smaller boy’s mouth, Remus dug his hands in his hair. The moan that James released as Remus tugged on his locks must’ve made Sirius feel left out because in a second he was behind the two boys tugging Remus’ face away from James’, interlocking his lips with the taller man’s, he replaced Remus’ hands in James’ hair with his own.

“Daddy,” You whined, not addressing either of them particularly just wanting attention. 

“Shush, they’re giving me attention right now,” James said to you, looking to the other two boys for approval at his show of dominance.

Remus granted such, pulling away from his kiss with Sirius to extoll him, “Good boy Jamie, putting Puppy in her place.”

Getting the approval he craved at all times a gigantic grin cracked across his face, “May I touch you Daddy?” 

“Yes you may, good boy.”

Not wasting a single second, as eager as ever, James lunged towards the larger boy, attaching his lips to his pulse point, gently sucking small marks that bloomed in brilliant shades of blue and purple along the side of his neck.

The distinct clink of metal drew your attention to Sirius where he stood undoing his belt allowing him to drop his trousers, leaving him only in a pair of dark grey boxers which proudly displayed his prominent bulge. 

Sirius didn’t even spare you a glance as he moved back towards the pair, pressing his erection against James’ back while shamelessly groping his firm ass. James threw his head back onto his shoulder, abandoning Remus’ neck as the erection pressed into him and the hands on his ass overwhelmed him.

“Want inside him Rem,” Sirius groaned while he laved his tongue up and down the expanse of James’ neck, “Need inside of him,” He corrected himself.

“You think you’re ready for us Jamie?” The lycanthrope murmured in his ear, “Are you ready to take our cocks.”

Despite your most valiant efforts a moan escaped from your mouth at Remus’ words, watching James get fucked was one of your most favorite things, he was so beautiful stretched out on one of their cocks, a sobbing, moaning mess as he was split in two. But usually you got to touch him, or Remus, or Sirius, or at the very least yourself. 

The idea of not being able to touch yourself was absolute hell. Throw in the vibrator attached to your clit and your explicit order not to cum you were absolutely fucked as pleasure began to simmer in the pit of your belly, making your orgasm seem less and less far off.

You watched, practically drooling, as your boyfriends disrobed allowing their hard cocks to spring out against their stomachs, each distinctly different from the other but completely mouth watering in their own way. Your boys were perfect, all the way down to the tips of their pricks but something about seeing them in all their perfection and not being able to touch them made you a surprising mix of angry and turned on. Especially when you considered that it was them who had put you there, tied up and horny.

“Can I join Daddies, pretty please?” You begged as you watched James situate himself on the bed on his hands and knees, pushing his ass back towards Remus who was settling in behind him. “I’ll be a good girl I promise!”

“You wanna be a good girl?” Sirius mocked, pumping his cock in his hand to get it harder.

You nodded your head pathetically, giving Sirius the best puppy dog eyes you could muster with the haze settling into your mind.

Remus spoke before Sirius could, his eyes focused on the pool between your legs, “Can’t take you seriously when your pretty pussy is on display for us like that, makes you look almost as pathetic and desperate as you are.”

You groaned at the degradation, turning back to Sirius, even if he did agree to free you you would still need to convince Remus but it would at least be a start.

“If you wanna be a good girl you’re gonna sit there and be quiet while you watch us fuck Jamsie.”

Feeling defeated you wished you could drop your head into your hands, but the full body bind that had been placed on you made it hard to so much as blink.

You watched, despite yourself really, with bated breath as Remus pushed into the warmth of James’ opening, having used a lubrication spell to prepare him. The moan that the boy released went straight to your pussy and made it hard for you to think clearly as you watched him drop from his hands to his elbows before Sirius helped him back up so that he could push his cock into his mouth.

Screw waterboarding, this was a special kind of evil, cruel and unusual. With every sound of skin slapping against skin, the wet gagging noises that came as Sirius forced his cock further and further down James’ throat accompanied by the vibrator still stimulating your clit, it had your body going into overdrive to work to suppress your oncoming orgasm to the point where is was painful.

Before either of your three boyfriends showed any signs that they were even close to their orgasms you were screaming, “Please let me cum, I’ll be a good girl I promise please! I’m so sorry, please forgive me!” 

You sounded piteous.

“Shut up,” Remus threw at you as he picked up his pace in thrusting in and out of James, drinking up his moans like they were the only things keeping him going.

“Please, I’m gonna cum I can’t stop it please!” You cried out, tears rolling down your face at the effort it took you to suppress your climax. You weren’t lying, your orgasm was approaching you without remorse and no matter how hard you tried to fight it, it was by far a losing battle.

You held on for as long as you could, trying to use the lights and sounds in the room to tether you but before you were completely overwhelmed by the pleasure boiling up in your stomach and rising up your spine you screamed, “I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry Daddy, wanna be your good girl!”

As most of your orgasms were this one was absolutely overwhelming, flooding your senses with pure, unadulterated pleasure until all you could focus on was the warm feeling that washed over you and the ache in your cunt as the vibrator continued its assault against your pussy.

The added stimulation made it harder to come back as your climax subsided and the noises and voices that had once sounded muffled, as though you had been under water were clear as they reached your ears.

The first thing you heard as the fog began to lift from your head was a familiar but far off voice, “She’ll never learn will she?”

“Doesn’t look like it.”

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[5-seconds-of-bucky]

The Dock

A/N: So I’m writing for Bucky now...☺️ I wrote this for @wkemeup’s 9k writing challenge but also not? I’ve had the idea in my head for a while now so I thought I’d participate! I included the prompt, but it’s not so much the plot of the story so much as just part of it. Anyways, happy reading!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Avenger!Reader

Summary: After a long time of mutual pinning, a night on the dock helps you and Bucky finally confess your feelings for each other

Word count: 4.5k+

Warnings: Swearing, reader gets catcalled, violence, excessive usage of the middle finger

Prompt: Character A is the target of harassment on the street. Shamed, they pretend it doesn’t bother them. Until it happens in the presence of Character B, who reigns hell on whoever dared to upset [A]

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You awoke to your head bobbing on the car window and the sound of crunching gravel as the car pulled into the driveway of Tony’s lake house. Your neck ached from leaning over in a strange position for so long and you groaned as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes.

Bucky grinned from the seat beside you. “Sleep well?” he asked, nudging your calf with his foot. “You got a little drool there.”

“Oh, shut up.” You stuck your middle finger up in his direction. “I slept very well, actually. Thank you for asking.”

“I can tell.” You lifted up your other hand to flip him off again, causing him to chuckle. “Ooh, two middle fingers. I’m really scared now.”

The two of you were too busy teasing each other to realize that the car had stopped and Sam and Natasha had already gotten out of it. A knock on the window your head was resting on made you turn around, seeing Sam’s face a little too close for your liking.

“Are you two gonna stop flirting and help us with the bags or should I let you bake in the car?” he asked. With a roll of your eyes, you opened the car door, making sure to bump Sam in the process. Bucky felt heat rise to his cheeks, glad that you weren’t looking over towards him to see it. “I’m taking this silence to mean that you do want to roast in the car.”

“Sam, would you shut up?” you laughed, casually sticking a middle finger up behind your back as you walked past him to the trunk.

“You and these middle fingers today,” Sam muttered.

“I have another one if you’d like to see it.” You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder.

“I’m good.” He picked up his bag from the ground before heading towards the house, which the rest of the team was already situated in. You went to grab your suitcase but Bucky swatted your hand away, grabbing it himself and closing the trunk.

“I got it,” he insisted like the true gentleman he was. As much as you wanted to argue, you knew it wouldn’t get you anywhere.

“Why thank you, good sir.” You bumped his shoulder with your own and walked ahead, jumping up the three steps to the porch and opening the door.

“All in a day’s work.” He lifted the suitcases up the steps with ease and slipped past you to get inside. The feeling of air conditioning inside the cabin was a major relief from the heat outside.

“Glad to see the lovebirds finally showed up,” Tony said once you and Bucky were completely inside the cabin.

“You better watch out, Tony. Y/N’s got middle fingers for days over there.”

“Shut up, Sam!”

A chorus of laughter rang out throughout the cabin and you made sure to shoulder check Sam as you passed him to get to the kitchen.  

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“Okay, I have the perfect plan to get you and Barnes together this weekend,’ Natasha said as she pulled out clothes from her suitcase. You two were sharing a room for the week and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or not. You loved Nat to death but lately she had been trying especially hard to get you to make a move on Bucky and it was only slightly annoying.

“The perfect plan, huh? Even more perfect than the last perfect plan?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I forgot to account for the fact you both have a tendency to wake up at ungodly hours in the morning last time. I promise it’s foolproof this time.”

“Well then, let’s hear it.”

“Alright. Before you got in here--you know, when you were busy flirting with Bucky.” She winked, to which you rolled your eyes. “Well Tony was talking about taking the boat out and going tubing. So what we have to do is get you and Bucky to go on the tube together. Tony’s a crazy driver so you’ll get thrown off pretty fast. Bucky will get so worried he’ll just have to confess his love to you.”

“Two issues.” You pointed a finger at her. “One, how am I going to get Bucky on a tube? It will be hard enough to get him on the boat alone. Two,” You held up another finger. “why would he confess his love at that very moment? That’s insane.”

“One,” She grabbed one of your fingers and put it down. “he’s whipped for you. I guarantee that if you ask, he’ll do it without a second thought.”

“Sure he would,” you scoffed.

“Uh, I know he would.” She gave you a knowing smirk. “Two, he gets worried about you all the time and I’ve seen him get close to confessing every time. We just gotta push him over the edge.”

“Bucky getting protective is just him being my best friend. He used to be just like that with Steve too.” You put your arm down, shuffling over to your own bed to take some clothes out of the blue suitcase on top of it.

“No, it’s definitely more than best friend love.” She moved to sit down on your bed.

“Either way, it usually ends in some kind of fight and I’d like to avoid that this weekend.”

“Who’s he gonna fight? Tony?”

“I mean, you never know.” It wouldn’t be the first time.  

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“I can’t wait to get back and shove these things in my mouth,” you said with a grin as you exited the bakery behind Bucky, a bag of donut holes in your hand.

“Gee, really? It’s almost like you haven’t been talking about it for the past three days,” Bucky chuckled, reaching for the bag.

You pulled the bag away from him with a fake scoff. “Oh, I don’t think so, mister. We have to wait until we get back. The anticipation makes them taste better.”

“You’re insufferable.” He elbowed your side and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Damn, you looking fine over there, mama!”

You took in a sharp breath. It wasn’t all that uncommon for you to get cat called while out and about. You were in New York City, for fucks sake. That didn’t mean that it made you feel any less uncomfortable, though.  

As much as it stung, you didn’t want to start anything. You stared straight ahead and prayed Bucky didn’t hear it. Much to your dismay though, he stiffened next to you, subtly glancing back to see who was talking to you in such a vulgar way. Damn that supersoldier enhanced hearing.

“Hey, sweetcheeks!” You felt a tug on your shoulder. “Didn’t you hear me?”

You huffed, shaking the harsh grip off your shoulder and picking up the pace. You expected Bucky to keep going with you so you continued walking, frowning when you noticed he wasn’t beside you anymore.

“Listen here, you little shit,” Bucky seethed, stepping in front of the man and blocking you from his sight. “She obviously doesn’t want to talk to you. Leave her, and every other woman you ever lay your beady little eyes on, alone.”

“And what’re you gonna do about it?” the man smirked. “She need her boyfriend to defend her?”

Bucky stepped closer, crossing his arms and giving the famous ‘Bucky stare.’ “Doesn’t matter who I am. You better back the fuck away before I make you life hell.”

A few onlookers started lingering around, some with their phones out and recording the scene, almost as if they wanted to see a fight break out between the two men. ‘Winter Soldier vs Everyday Pedestrian  was sure to be trending somewhere soon enough.

“Buck,” you said quietly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and ignoring the obvious stares you were receiving, most notably from the man whose face Bucky was ready to punch in. “Let’s just go.”

You could see the gears turning in his head, trying to decide if he should let it go or punch the living daylights out of the guy. He let out a soft sigh after a moment, relaxing into your grip. With one last look at the man, he turned around and placed his hand on the small of your back, gently pushing you forward.

“Aye, it’s all good. I’m sure I’ll see that tight ass ‘round here soon anyways.”

That was the last straw for Bucky. He growled with a ferocity you hadn’t heard before and whipped around, not even hesitating to use his metal arm to punch the guy. The crowd gasped, more bringing their phones out to capture what was sure to be a great fight.

“What the fuck was-” Bucky grabbed him by his collar, pushing him up again the exposed brick of a restaurant.

“There’s plenty more where that came from and, judging by the way you’re looking at me, I bet you don’t want to see it. So do the rest of humanity a favor and fuck off.” He let go of the man’s collar and stepped back, unclenching his fist and pivoting back towards you. “Come on, doll.”

You shook the shock off your face and fell into step next to him. His arm warped around you, pulling you into his side. You could feel the fumes radiating off of him as you walked back to the tower, choosing to stay quiet as you let him cool off.

You paused once you reached the entrance of the tower. Tony probably already knew about what happened and he sure wasn’t going to be happy about it. Bucky’s media presence hadn’t necessarily been bad lately, but it wasn’t perfect either. The public was still wary. To many, the Bucky Barnes and the Winter Soldier were still the same person.  

Things definitely felt off when you entered. You got the side eye from a few people in the elevator and you weren’t sure if it was because of the fight fiasco or because of how tightly Bucky was holding you to his side.

“Want to eat these in my room?” you asked once you stepped off the elevator.

“Sounds good.” His voice was distant as his eyes searched the room.

“Mr. Barnes,” FRIDAY’s voice startled the two of you, making you drop the donut holes. “Mr. Stark has requested to see you in his office.”

Bucky sighed. “I’ll be there in a few.” He picked up the bag and handed it back to you. “Apparently, I have business to attend to.”

You simply nodded. He went in the other direction towards Tony’s office pausing at the door before knocking. You sent him a thumbs up before he went in, but he didn’t look back at you to see it. You retreated to your room, placing your wallet on the dresser and popping a donut hole in your mouth.

“Maybe I should get a plate,” you wondered aloud. You needed to grab your water bottle anyways. Might as well make the trip. You put the donut holes on your bed and started making your way to the kitchen.

“She’s perfectly capable of handling herself, you know.” You couldn’t help but stop as you heard Tony’s voice through the door of his office.

“But she shouldn’t have to.” Bucky sounded stressed and you could only imagine the hell Tony was reigning on him. “Her ignoring him wasn’t going to do anything. I didn’t want to beat the guy up but he was harassing her and it needed to stop.”

“And this doesn’t have anything to do with any particular feelings you have for her, right?” The sarcasm was heavy in his voice.

“Tony-”

“I don’t want to hear it, Barnes. You know how the public sees you. I don’t know how we’re going to fix this.”

“That guy harassed her! I couldn’t stand there and just let it happen!” God, you wanted to give him a hug so bad right now.

“I don’t care what it was, Bucky. Having heart eyes for Y/N doesn’t mean-” You took that as your cue to leave. You grabbed a plate and two water bottles from the kitchen and made sure to take the long way around to your room in order to avoid whatever was going on between the two of them.

Bucky showed up a half hour later, plopping down next to you on your bed with a little more space than usual.

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“I’m just saying, it could work.” Nat got off your bed. “The cookout’s starting soon. Put on something cute.” She was gone before you could respond, leaving you to look for an outfit that would, as Nat liked to say, “knock Bucky off his ass.”

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“Ooh, Y/N, looking to impress someone?” Sam called out as you walked out into the backyard. It seemed that most everyone else was already out there, helping make dinner or sitting on the dock.

You stuck up your middle finger in reply, knowing exactly what he was trying to do.

“Oh stop it, Sam,” Wanda said as she walked towards you. “You look amazing!”

“Aww, thank you! You look absolutely stunning yourself.” Wanda reached out her hand and nodded towards the dock, urging you to come with her and join the group. You grabbed it and let her drag you down there, giving a small wave to Bucky as you passed him near the grill.

Bucky waved back, a grin spanning the expanse of his face at the sight of you. He kept his gaze on you as you made your way down to the dock, not even realizing just how intently he was staring.

“Someone’s staring at you,” Nat said with a suggestive smirk once you were close enough to the dock.

“He has a starting problem. We all know that,” you argued, sitting down across from her.

“I don’t know. He looks like he wants nothing more than to-”

“Nat, I love you, but please shut up.” She raised her hands up in the defense and Wanda giggled.

“I’m just saying.”

“You okay over there?” Steve shifted his focus from the burgers to his 100-year-old friend for a second, of course noticing the sudden silence that ensued the second you entered Bucky’s line of vision. “Buck?”

“Huh?” Bucky’s head turned sharply in Steve’s direction.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay.” A shy smile.

“Are you going to ask her out soon?” He flipped some burgers over and pulled the lid of the grill closed.

“I’m getting to it, yeesh,” Bucky chuckled.

“That’s what you’ve been saying since forever.”

“And it’s what I’ll keep saying every time you pester me about it.”

“Well if you don’t make a move soon, maybe I’ll swoop in-”

“Nope! You will not do that.” He nudged Steve in the shoulder and started making his way to the dock. “You absolutely will not do that.”

Soon. He was going to do it soon.

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“Who’s next?” Tony called from the driver’s seat of the boat. You handed Sam a towel as he got back on the boat, drenched from flying off the tube a second earlier.

“You should go with Bucky.” Wanda nudged you with a teasing smile. You glanced over to the man in question, seeing him sitting next to Steve. He wore a t-shirt and swim shorts with a pair of sunglasses perched on his nose, and he looked damn good.

“I’ll go,” you announced, standing up and taking your t-shirt off, leaving you in your favorite swimsuit and a pair of shorts. You handed Wanda the shirt so it wouldn’t get wet. “Anyone wanna go with me?” Wanda jabbed your leg and gave you a playful glare.

“Go with her,” Steve muttered to Bucky, bumping his shoulder with his own.

“I don’t know, Steve.” Bucky sighed. Steve rolled his eyes, knowing that his best friend just needed a little push. 

“Bucky will go with you,” Steve said a bit louder than necessary. Bucky groaned quietly at his friend, taking off his sunglasses and putting them in his seat. He made sure to give Steve a certain look before making his way towards the back of the boat. You both grabbed your life jackets and started securing them as Sam moved out of your way.

“Cyborg!” Tony called out. “You going to take your shirt off?”

You felt Nat snort as she helped you off of the back of the boat and onto the tube. “Yeah, Bucky. Why don’t you show off your muscles for your girlfriend here.”

“Nat!” You paused for a second to look back at her with fake betrayal.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” He snapped the last clasp on the life vest and checked to make sure you were all the way on the tube so he could start getting on.

“Oh, come on, Buckaroo!” Sam laughed. He started a chant of “take it off” with the rest of the team (even you, though you’d never admit it).

“Fine,” Bucky grumbled, hastily taking off the life jacket and shirt. He threw the shirt to the middle of the boat and resecured the lifevest, ignoring Nat’s hand offered out for help as he climbed on the tube. His famous Bucky glare melted off his face the second he saw your bright smile and he found himself smiling too.

“I don’t know how well this is going to go but it’s gonna be fun,” you said as he grabbed onto the handles.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Tony’s a crazy driver and we’ve never been able to get you on a tube before. I’m betting you’ll fly off in the first three minutes.”

The tube jerked forwards before Bucky could say anything else. You started picking up speed quickly and soon enough, Bucky was holding the handles with a death grip. You ended up being right and about two minutes in, you hit a wave that threw him off.

“Are you okay?” you asked in between laughs as he struggled to get back on.

“Yeah,” he muttered, a hint of annoyance on his face. You threw a thumbs up to Tony, who nodded and started moving again. “It’s like he’s trying to throw us off.”

“Well half the fun is falling off.”

“You people have strange ways of entertaining yourselves on Sunday afternoons.”

“What would you suggest we rather do then?”

“I don’t know. Something that doesn’t involve giving myself whiplash for ‘fun.’”

“You’re such an old man.” You let go of a handle to smack his arm. Of course, at that exact moment, you hit a wave strong enough to throw both of you off. You shrieked as you flew off of the tube before smacking the water. Whether it was the lack of paying attention or a scheme by Nat and Steve, the boat kept going, leaving the two of you floating in the middle of the lake by yourselves.

“Where are they going?” You furrowed your eyebrows, though a grin was still evident on your face.

“Are you okay?” Bucky ignored your question as he swam over to you, worriedly grabbing your face and checking for injury.

“Buck, I’m fine,” you said, though you didn’t do anything to stop his injury check. He sighed and looked towards the direction the boat went. It seemed that they were already long gone.

“That shriek had me worried there for a second, doll.” His hands dropped from your cheeks and you found yourself missing his touch.

“No need to worry. I’m all good over here.”

“Good.”

A lull of conversation fell over the two of you as you treaded water. You slowly moved closer, noses almost touching when Bucky glanced down to your lips. You nodded. I want this too.

His lips brushed over yours: eyes closed and hands dipping under the water to grab your waist.

“There you are!” you heard Sam’s voice shout. You quickly separated, looking awkwardly down at the water as you tried to focus on anything but each other. “Thought we lost you. Didn’t interrupt anything, I hope.” He smirked at Bucky.

This time, it was Bucky flipping him off.

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You tried to be quiet as possible as you tiptoed through the hallway, hoping that you wouldn’t step on any particularly squeaky floorboards in the dark. You started opening drawers once you made it to the kitchen in search of a flashlight. Did Tony even own basic technology like that?

“What are you doing, doll?” A soft voice broke you from your thoughts. A pair of blue eyes stared back at you.

“Did I wake you up?”

“No.” He shook his head.

“Oh, okay.”

“You look like a deer in headlights.” His lips turned into an almost smile. “Are you running away?”

“Just down to the dock. Need to clear my mind.” Nightmares.

He nodded. An unspoken understanding. Maybe that’s what made you such great friends.

“Mind if I join?”

“Sure.” You finally found a flashlight and grabbed it, sliding the drawer shut with your hip. You slid the glass door to the porch open, leaving Bucky to follow you out.  

Warmth surrounded you as you made your way to the dock. The humidity was atrocious during the day but at night, it was somehow comforting. The buzzing of bugs in the surrounding woods brought you a level of peace that the hum of air conditioning inside couldn’t. You sat down at the edge of the dock, dipping your toes in the cool lakewater.

Bucky sat down next to you a moment later. Your silence contrasted with that of the busy summer night, but it was comfortable. Nothing needed to be said; the presence of each other was more than enough.

“You know,” he started, his gaze not leaving the shoreline across the way. “I’m here if you ever want to talk about it.”

You glanced over to him for a second, taking subtle notice of his features when his guard was down. The dark circles under his eyes mirrored yours, yet he looked relaxed.

“And what if I don’t?” The slight stain of your voice didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“I’m not going anywhere.” His head turned to meet you eyes. The soft upturn of your lips and content sigh told him that was the right answer. Your hand inched closer to his, your pinkies brushing on the splintered wood of the dock.

“How do you always know what to say?” Your gaze followed his across the lake, catching sight of a few deer grazing on the grass at the edge of the woods.

“I guess being alive for 106 years has to give me some kind of wisdom, right?”

You snorted, breaking the quiet atmosphere the two of you had created for the first time that night.

“I dunno. You’re still kind of a dumbass.”

“And you're still kind of a smartass, so where does that get us?” A grin spread across his face and there was no sight you loved more.

“God, I love seeing you smile.” A blush coated his cheeks at your words and he prayed you couldn’t see it in the dark of the night.

Your hands inched closer for a second time that night. A metal hand reached across to grab yours, his other arm going around your waist to pull you closer. Your head rested beneath his chin as he rubbed circles into your side.

“Thank you,” you mumbled after a few minutes of quiet.

“For what?”

“Your face.”

His chest rumbled with laughter and he squeezed you just the slightest bit tighter. “Glad I could be of service, doll.”

“Seriously, though . . .Thank you for being around. I know we joke around a lot but it really means a lot that you’re willing to sit out here with me.”

“I mean, technically, it was more of me inviting myself than putting myself through the torture of sitting here with you.”

You pulled away from his chest, shifting yourself so you could look at him better. “For real, Buck.” You put your hands on his cheeks. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Just do it, Bucky. Now’s the time.

He let out a breath as he smiled, looking anywhere but in your eyes as he contemplated what to do next. The hand not holding your waist came to brush back a piece of hair that had fallen in your face.

“Can I kiss you?”

You looked shocked for a moment, leaving him to wonder if he’d been reading it wrong all along. “Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry! I thought that-”

You cut him off, pressing your lips against his. Your hands moved to wrap around his neck as his grabbed your hips. It was everything you needed and yet it still wasn’t enough.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this to happen,” you breathed once you pulled away. This grin on your face mirrored his as he pressed his forehead against yours, wanting to keep you as close as possible.

“Actually . . . I think I might.” He dipped back in for another kiss, this one a bit softer than the first, but just as passionate.

A sudden breeze swept through the night and you shivered. It would have been a relief from the heat if you weren’t already having chills due to the man in front of you.

“Let’s get you back inside, doll.”

You were reluctant to let go of him. The moment you’d been waiting for for so long finally happened and you felt yourself scared to be too far from him.

You shifted your weight back so he could get up, not realizing just how close to the edge of the dock you were. Bucky let go of your hips before you could warm him and you felt yourself falling backwards in slow motion. A small yelp left your lips and Bucky’s attempt to save you was futile as your hands slipped through his.

“Cold, cold, cold!” you chanted once you surfaced, barely hearing yourself over how loud Bucky was laughing.

“Are you okay?” he choked out in between his laughter, kneeling at the edge of the dock and holding his hand out towards you. You grabbed his hand with a glare.

“I have half a mind to yank you in here with me.” His eyes widened at your words.

“Don’t you dare!” You tugged his arm lightly, just enough to get his face closer to yours.

“I guess I can spare you. Just this one time.” You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling yourself up onto the dock. “But I think I deserve a hug for my troubles.”

“Can’t deny my girlfriend that, now can I?” He pulled you into a hug, cradling your head on his chest and pressing his lips to your hairline.

“I’m your girlfriend, huh? Damn, we’re moving fast! Do you have the wedding planned already?”

“Oh please. I think we all know we’ve basically been dating for a while now.”

“Perhaps.” The two of you stayed in that position for a moment longer before another breeze came.  “Should we go in now that we’re both wet and cold?”

“That sounds like a fantastic idea, doll.” Keeping an arm around each other, you slowly made your way back to the cabin, already making plans for a proper date once the trip was over.

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In a Heartbeat  -  Six

Pairing: Fireman!Bucky X Reader 

Summary: You’ve always been careful with your heart. With your condition, you don’t exactly have any other choice. The last time you let someone in, you paid the price. A price you don’t plan on paying again. Until Bucky comes in and shatters your carefully crafted world.

Warnings: Fluff, Language, Implied Smut, Angst, Injuries, Angst,

Word Count: 2.9K

A/n: hi here’s the second last part! I hope you guys enjoy. I’m in a weird place mentally right now because there’s been so much going on in my family life that I have no idea how to process. But I hope you guys enjoy this because I really enjoyed writing it. We will have one more part and then this series will be finished!!!

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~*~

The smell of coffee pulls you from your sleep.

Eyelids flutter open and you’re confused for a moment until you remember last night. A small smile spreads across your face and you stretch in Bucky’s bed, taking note of the sore spots on your body.

You push yourself to a seated position and take a look around the room.

Bucky’s gone, but you can hear him rummaging around in the kitchen.

You slowly leave the bed and walk to the bathroom, stopping on your way to pick up your discarded clothes.

After you’ve finished, you make your way to the kitchen, your heart filling with warmth when you see him.

He’s got his bare back to you as he prepares something, wearing nothing more than a pair of sweatpants.

“Morning,” you whisper, trying not to startle him. He glances over his shoulder and smiles at you. “Good morning.” You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

He stops whatever he was doing and holds your hands, leaning into your touch and sighing.

“How’d you sleep last night?” He asks after a moment of silence, pulling a pan off of the hot element then turning around to look at you.

You smile up at him and he swears his heart melts.

You're so beautiful. Glowing and angelic in the early morning sunlight peeking through a partially opened window.

“Not too bad at all.” He smiles, leaning down to press a soft and sweet kiss to your lips.

“Yeah, same here. Got far more sleep than I should’ve, though,” he murmurs, trailing kisses down your neck. A soft sigh slips past your lips and your head falls back, granting him more access.

His hands find your hips and he hoists you up onto the counter, knocking a glass off and sending it shattering to the floor.

“Jesus!” You exclaim, jumping at the sound and hitting your forehead against Bucky’s. The two of you groan, the brunet’s eyes widening with fear.

“I’m sorry!” He exclaims, looking between the broken glass, your face, and your chest as if to see if your heart’s about to give out.

You smile softly at him and cup his cheeks gently, pulling his face up until he’s looking at you.

“It’s okay, James. I promise I’m not as fragile as you think. I can handle a few loud noises.”

He sighs and bumps his nose against yours a few times before lowering his head to the crook of your neck.

“I just don’t want anything to happen to you. I worry about you, (Y/n).” You wrap your arms around his torso tightly, one hand finding its way into his hair to massage his scalp.

“I worry about you too. Of the two of us, I think you’re more at risk than I am.” He chuckles against your clavicle and shakes his head, pressing his lips against your skin while mumbling “it’s not a competition to see who’ll die first.” Then he pulls away to stand upright and look at you with those piercing blue eyes of his.

“But just because my line of work is dangerous doesn’t ever mean that I don’t worry about you.” You lean up and kiss him softly, ending the conversation as your lips move more passionately against his.

He pulls away after a long moment, eyes dark and lips kiss-swollen.

“You stay up here while I clean this up. Then... how about we take this to the bedroom?” You nod, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you watch his muscles flex while he cleans up the broken glass.

~*~

You sit in front of your apartment in Bucky’s truck, his hand in yours as the two of you talk about your heart.

“I’m not as fragile as you think I am, James,” you reiterate for the thousandth time. He sighs, thumb rubbing over the back of your hand.

“I just want you to be safe, doll. I want what’s best for you.” His words anger you far more than they should and you pull your hand from his grasp.

“I wish everyone would stop assuming that they know what I need. Everyone always thinks that they know what’s best for me but they don't! I know what’s best for me. I’m sick of being treated like a child because of my illness. I just want someone to take my side for once and let me be me and live my life the way I want to! Is that really so much to ask?!”

Your outburst has your heart beating hard and, as if sensing that, Bucky tries desperately to defuse the situation.

“Doll, I do have your side, I just-”

“No! That should be it! If you had my side you wouldn’t be justifying treating me like a child, James.” He frowns, reaching for your hand only for you to pull it out of reach.

“I-I’m just gonna go.” You leave his truck without another word, frustrated and flustered but not willing to go back on what you said.

He sits in front of your building, three little words on the tip of his tongue and absolutely flabbergasted with the way the day has taken a turn. Things started off so well this morning.

You rake your hands through your hair, glancing at your phone as it starts to ring.

You can’t talk to him right now. Maybe later, but not right now.

Half an hour later, Natasha is blowing up your phone too.

You don’t want to talk to them.

You feel like shit for blowing up on Bucky like that but you needed to get your point across. All your life you’ve been treated like a child, even into adulthood. Nat hovers around you like a mother hen and now Bucky’s doing the same.

It absolutely isn’t unreasonable of you to want them to treat you like an equal. As much as they say that you’re more than your illness, you know that they still see it whenever they look at you, and you absolutely hate that.

~*~

“Miss (Y/l/n), can I use the washroom?” You glance over at the little girl before smiling softly.

“Not until Tommy comes back, Sammy. We can’t have too many of you out at one time, okay?” She nods, thumb in her mouth as she resumes her colouring.

You’re doing your rounds, making sure all the students are doing well when the blaring of the fire alarm goes off.

A few kids scream in fear, but you shush them quickly, eyes finding Wanda’s as ice shoots through your veins.

You’re not supposed to have a fire drill today.

“Okay everyone, single file. Follow me. Leave everything where it is, okay? We’ve gotta get out just like we always practiced. Right outside onto the field, c’mon,” Wanda says, standing up and leading the way out of the classroom. You stay at the back, waiting until all the children are out of the room before closing the door and following after them.

You descend the stairs, dark clouds of smoke already filling the hallways and making kids cry.

The school is hectic and chaotic as all the teachers try to get their students to safety.

As you reach the field you stop dead in your tracks, looking at Wanda with wide eyes.

“Tommy’s in the bathroom,” you whisper, horror plain as day on your face as you turn back to the burning building.

Smoke is pouring out of a few open windows, and the last few people are trickling out, some of them crying, some of them laughing, thinking it’s a game.

Sirens fill the air but you’re already running back to the building, knowing he’d be far too terrified to leave the safety of the bathroom.

“(Y/n) no! Wait for the fire department!” She shouts, but it’s too late. You’re already back in the building, a wall of heat slamming into you.

You take a few careful breaths then take the stairs two at a time in your haste to find the boy.

Your heart is already beating far too fast, you know that, but you can’t stop. Not now. Even as the smoke rises and the air gets stuffier you continue up the stairs.

Tommy’s somewhere in the burning building and you’re not going to leave him.

“Tommy!” You shout, squinting as a cloud of black clouds your vision right as you reach the second floor.

You crouch down, pulling the hem of your blouse up to cover your mouth and nose. It’s both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, it prevents smoke inhalation, but on the other hand, it’s preventing you from getting the oxygen you need.

“Tommy!” You try again, pushing your way through the familiar halls until you get to the boys’ bathroom.

You hear faint crying and you swear your heart shatters in your chest.

“Tommy!” You push into the bathroom and find Tommy cowering against the far wall, tears staining his cheeks.

“M-Miss (Y/l/n)!” He scrambles to his feet and launches himself at you, hugging you around your waist and sobbing against your chest. You kneel down with him, hugging him tightly and rubbing his back.

“I-I didn't know wh-what to d-do and I was s-scared!” He cries, sniffling against you and holding onto you for dear life.

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m here. You’re okay. But we need to leave. Do you remember what your daddy told you about fires? Cause I’m gonna need you to be my personal fireman, okay?” He sniffles a few times then nods, pulling away to wipe the tears from his eyes and take a few deep breaths.

“Alright. Let’s go.” You push out of the bathroom and are instantly hit with intense heat and the stench of smoke.

You push Tommy’s head down and as out of the smoke as you can and lift your other hand to shield your eyes as you try to find an exit.

The staircase has been engulfed by the fire, the flames devouring the only exit besides a window. But those are bolted shut to prevent any accidents.

Your chest tightens and your vision blurs, heart hammering much too hard in your chest. Your ears begin to ring and your knees buckle and you know you need your pills. Or at the very least, you need to sit down.

“The art room! It has the big windows and the heavy doors! Daddy says that heavy doors block out the smoke better!” You nod and follow him into the art room, collapsing on your knees as soon as the door is closed. You can’t breathe. The air just won’t find your lungs.

“C’mon miss (Y/l/n)! The window! We need to break it cause then they can hear us.” He grabs your hand and yanks with all his might, and his determination is enough to have you forcing yourself to your feet and banging on the window with as much strength as you can muster.

Tommy’s pounding against it with all his might, and you can’t help the tears that finally fall down your cheeks as your legs give out.

“Keep trying, Tommy,” you rasp, chest aching and heart pounding. He looks at you in complete fear, not sure what to do.

“Miss (Y/l/n)?” He asks softly, crouching down next to you as you cough softly. You take a few slow breaths, your heart stuttering in your chest.

“Keep going, Tommy. You’ve got this. You’re a fireman, just like your daddy and your Uncle Bucky.” Bucky. More tears fall down your cheeks at the thought of him.

Your eyes fall closed, head lolling to the side as the last of your energy leaves you.

You wish you could apologize to him. Tell him that you love him, that you appreciate everything he does for you.

The ringing in your ears grows until it’s deafening. Until the sound consumes you and pulls you gently into darkness.

~*~

The fire bell rings and the men are all on their feet, grabbing their gear and pulling it on as swiftly as they can.

“Rogers! I want you to sit this one out,” Chief Fury says, his arms crossed over his chest. The men all slow for just a moment before resuming their haste, Steve the only exception.

“What? Why?” He’s never been asked to sit out of a job before. Fury waits until the other men have piled into the firetruck.

“Now, it could very well be nothing but the call... it’s for the elementary school. I know your little one goes there and I can’t have you on the cal- Rogers!” Steve’s got his suit on and he’s in the truck in record time, jaw clenched hard and hands balled into tight fists.

The men are silent, having pieced it together and not wanting to argue with their captain.

Steve will take the heat from Fury after. All that matters is making sure his son is safe.

Almost as if realizing that there’s not one, but two people emotionally invested in this case, the eyes turn to Bucky. The brunet has his own eyes pinned between his boots, fingers of his flesh hand trembling slightly.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Sam whispers, his usual joking demeanour long gone.

The rest of the ride is silent, but as soon as they pull up to the school the men are jumping out and Steve is barking orders at them.

“Sam, you go make sure the building’s empty. Buck, you-” but the brunet is sprinting over to Wanda, a look of desperation on his face when he sees the tears on hers.

“Where is she?” He demands, his chest heaving and his entire world on the brink of collapsing.

“Sh-she went back inside to find Tommy. They never c-came back out.” He stumbles back a step, directly into Steve who waits impatiently for the news.

“She went in to find him,” Bucky whispers, the world around him going quiet as he turns and focuses solely on the burning building, searching for any possible sign of you.

Steve’s face falls, his heart crumbles and his whole world shatters.

“Tommy.”

The two race to the building only to be stopped by Sam and Clint.

“Entire entrance and staircase are up. There’s no way to get in there unless we break a window.”

Steve takes a few careful breaths then nods.

“Work on getting it as contained as possible. We’ve got at least two still inside.” Sam’s heart hurts for the blond as he races around the building like a chicken with his head cut off.

“Tommy!” He shouts, hands cupped around his mouth to amplify his voice.

“Wait, Steve! Look!” Bucky points to a spot on the side of the building where a second thinner stream of smoke is leaving the building, this one in a different direction than the others.

A second opening in the building.

The two are running to investigate, and Steve’s heart bubbles.

“Tommy!” The little boy is crying in the broken window, head completely out to suck in as much fresh air as he can.

“Daddy!”

“Hold on, Tommy! We’re gonna get you!” He drops his head to his radio and calls for the truck to be pulled around.

“Daddy, Miss (Y/l/n) won’t wake up!” The little boy cries, his face dirty with tears and ash.

Bucky can’t breathe. He thinks he might be sick.

He’s definitely going to be sick.

He stumbles away from the building, away from the people and anyone who can see him and collapses on his knees, dry heaving into the grass while the others pull the truck around.

Steve's up the ladder and at the window, telling his son to move out of the way so he can break the window further.

“C’mon Buck. We’ve got a job to do. C’mon.” Sam helps him to his feet and Bucky nods, grinding his teeth together in a pathetic attempt at hiding his tears.

“Sam! Come give me a hand!” Steve’s voice says through the radio. Bucky follows to the truck, mind numb, body numb, and ears ringing.

“She’s in here, but her pulse is sporadic. We’ve gotta get her out now.” That lights a fire under the brunets ass and he’s nearly throwing himself to the truck right as Steve starts climbing down, Tommy clinging like a koala to his back with one arm, the other wrapped in a sloppy sling.

The ambulances are ready, lights flashing and stretchers at the ready.

Steve rushes his son over, his oxygen mask pressed against the six-year-old’s face.

“Set him down, c’mon.” He does as instructed and takes a half-step back to allow the paramedics room to inspect him.

Bucky’s eyes move from his nephew up to the window where Sam disappeared, his heart in his throat as he finally sees movement.

Sam emerges, his oxygen mask on your face and your limp body strewn over his shoulder.

A familiar head of red hair is pushing a stretcher right to the ambulance, ready to take your body as soon as Sam’s down.

He lays you down carefully and Bucky’s immediately at your side, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Buck, give us some space, okay?” Nat whispers, her voice fully professional, though he can see the pain in her eyes. He takes a deep breath but nods, stepping back and watching as you get rolled away.

A hand is on his shoulder and he glances over at the person.

“C’mon. We’ve got a fire to put out.”