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Chapter Twelve - "If You Want to Know How Much I Love You, Count All the Waves in the Sea."

It's the final chapter ;-;

Everyone's favourite Pretty Ship Boys celebrate their freedom. CW: Smut, in varying degrees of BDSM-ish-ness.

Prompts used (contains spoilers); - ‘Fucking Like Rabbits’, ‘Marathon Sex’, ‘Caught Fucking’ - @anyfandomgoesbingo (Kink); - ‘Heavy Bondage’, ‘Forced Orgasm’ – Any Fandom Goes Bingo (Dark); - ‘Kink: Tentacles’ – @buckybarnesbingo (B005); - ‘Fingered to Orgasm in a Public Space’ – @fandombingo ; - ‘Shibari’, ‘Breeding Kink’, ‘Caught Masturbating’ - @fandom-free-bingo (Flight Edition); - ‘Sleepy Sex’ – Fandom-Free Bingo (Frosty Edition);

- ‘5 Times They Have Sex Together & 1 Time They Get Caught’ – @julybreakbingo (4x4); - ‘Blindfolded or Gagged’, ‘Bruises or Hickeys’, ‘Kink: Lazy Sex’ – July Break Bingo (7x7); - ‘Bondage Art’, ‘Dom Drop’ – Kinky Things Happen Bingo (discontinued); - ‘Culture: Public Displays of Affection’ – @multifandom-flash Bingo (Taboo – 6045); - ‘Orgasmically Delicious’ – Multifandom Flash Mini Bingo( Thanksgiving – 7023); - ‘Somnophilia’ – Multifandom Flash – New Year – NSFW; - ‘Tentacled Terror’ – Multifandom Flash Bingo – World Oceans Day – Aquatic Animal; - ‘Walk the Plank’ – Multifandom Flash Bingo – World Oceans Day – Extra +1; - ‘Underwater Kiss’ – Multifandom Flash Bingo – World Oceans Day – Mer; - ‘Kink: Fingering After Sex’ – Pre-July Break Flash Bingo; - ‘Skinny Dip’ – @sweetspicybingo (Sweetheart); Check it out below, or on AO3 here! All below the cut because all the smut. Boards at the end!

One.

The morning after my Lieutenant made sweet, beautiful love to me, I stirred and stretched out muscles stiffened by deep sleep. The motion of my hips at the movement brought a sudden awareness of the cock still inside me, twitching and filling as the man behind me stirred.

He let out a soft sigh, arm curling tighter around my waist as he shifted automatically. “Mm, morning…” he breathed, burying his face in my throat. With a contented purr, I tipped my head to ease his access, pressing back against him.

“Hey, Sailor,” I hummed, one hand reaching back to knot in his hair. The mouth on my neck moved harder, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin, and I let out a quiet groan as his hips shifted once me, his length beginning to stretch me out as he grew harder. “Fuck, that feels good…”

He grunted happily, his hand snaking between my legs to caress my clit, light and lazy. “Just enjoy, my sweet, sleepy boy… I’ve got you.”

I nodded and sighed contentedly, relishing in his gentle movements, the way he rocked against me causing stars to spark behind my eyes. “God, yes… You make me feel so good, Gregor…” I murmured, holding on a little tighter, legs inching apart. The way he unmade me, with such care and attention, brought tears to my eyes, my fingers curling in the sheets as I came undone. It seemed almost effortless, the manner with which he made me dissolve, his hips moving slowly but firmly against me.

I was already trembling once more by the time his pace began to increase, and a quiet groan escaped me as he whined and tried to move me back nearer. His eyes widened in surprise as I straddled his hips, whimpering in pleasure as he re-entered me.

“You’re so hot,” he breathed, hands finding my hips as I rutted eagerly, his head falling back. “Fuck – you take it so goddamn well, baby boy, already riding that cock like a pro…”

I moaned breathlessly, the angle offering a new, deeper reach that had my eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Oh, God, that’s- fuck, th-that’s-”

His grip shifted to my ribs, pulling me down against his chest to kiss me deeply. “That good, sweetheart?” he breathed, hips pressing up to meet mine. “Enjoying that thick cock buried so fucking deep in your tight pussy, beautiful?”

I mewled uselessly, burying my face in his throat, nipping and licking with a desperate need to bring him as much pleasure as he brought to me. “Please – God, yes, so good, so deep, I can’t- I’m going to come, Captain, please, pl-” My words died amongst a rapturous moan as he snapped his hips up roughly. He’d only been gentle with me until now, sweetly making love to me with cautious movement.

But now his fingers dug into the soft skin of my back, fucking up into me with fierce, wordless need, grunts of pleasure falling readily. As my muscles tensed and I met his thrusts with my own spasmodic movements, crying out frantically as he sent me hurtling into the abyss.

He growled aloud with the effort of restraining himself until my quivering began to subside, only then allowing himself to bury himself inside me with a deafening groan, frantic hands grasping at me.

It wasn’t until his cock had finished twitching inside me that he finally fell still, panting and clutching me desperately against his chest. “You’ll be the death of me, sweet boy,” he whispered breathlessly, pressing a trembling kiss to my sweat-damp temple. “But it’s a death I’ll go to gladly, and with a smile on my face.”

Two.

It took two weeks of tender, mind-blowing lovemaking, each adoring rock of his hips matched by the mellow motions of the ship on a calm sea, for Greg’s bullet wound to heal enough for him to exercise a little more.

Watching my lover haul on ropes with a broad grin plastered across his face, sun-kissed skin taut over straining muscles, had my chest aching with love. He was truly in his element once more – and I’d never found him more beautiful. I had every intention of showing him exactly how much I wanted him once our day was over; the return to duty took its toll, however, and he was asleep the moment his head touched the pillow, lips curled up at the edges and parted in soft, breathy snores. I could only grin to myself, fingertips delicately caressing the bare skin over his spine as he tucked himself further into my side, cheek pressed to my bare chest, purring with unconscious contentment.

The feeling of him nuzzled up against me, happy and resting easily, was enough to drag me into a heavy sleep of my own. When I woke to the gentle rocking of the ship, he was still unconsciously burrowed into my side, getting some well-deserved rest. I smoothed his hair adoringly, smiling when he let out a gentle, contented sigh and pressed closer.

The movement made me starkly aware the length digging into my hip ad leaking against the thin cotton covering, dampening my own boxers. I paused only briefly as my eyes flicked to his face, checking for any sign of impending consciousness and smiling when I found none. Moving with slow, cautious gestures, I inched away from him and down the bed, the absence of my body against his leading him to roll onto his back. The outline of his hard cock stood at attention had my mouth watering and the space between my thighs throbbing with desire as I knelt between his legs, carefully peeling down his boxers to reveal his thick, engorged length to my ravenous gaze.

My eyes shifted to his peaceful expression once more before I shimmied closer, delicately running the tip of my tongue along the underside of his cock as it twitched under my attention. A soft, low whine sounded overhead as I took his length between my lips, sucking lightly and purring at the taste of him on my tongue.

It wasn’t until a third of his cock was in my mouth and my head was bobbing, smooth and slow, that he began to stir, letting out first a sleepy, aroused moan, then a second, shocked and eager, as his hand found my hair and he thrusted weakly.

“Holy f- God- Guh-Good morning to you too, Snowflake,” my Captain stammered, one eye opening to gaze down at me as my tongue swirled around his cock, cheeks hollowing from the effort as I sucked on his length a little harder. “Fuck, a hell of a way to start the day, sweet boy… My God, I love that mouth, you feel so fucking good…”

With a soft hum of happiness, I buried him a little deeper, letting his tip brush the back of my throat and eliciting a sharp groan from my lover.

When I drew back infinitesimally, he whined through his teeth, attempting to pull me closer until my fingers closed around his wrist, holding him off until I could release his cock and fix him with a level stare. “I’ll be back to it in a moment, my love,” I murmured, trailing soft, gentle kisses along his length. He let out a quiet whimper of protest, but dutifully ceased his tugging on my hair, letting his hand fall to the bed with a frustrated thump. Watching me carefully as I moved, his gaze finally lit up with understanding as I settled a knee either side of his head.

Immediately, his tongue strained to meet me, skimming over my slick folds as his arms wrapped around my thighs, attempting to drag me closer and groaning in frustration when I held steady. “Please- fuck, fuck, please, baby- please, my baby boy, I need you, I need-”

His words died with a rapturous moan as I settled atop him, his tongue desperately lapping and licking and probing with a feral desperation. I trembled at his eagerness, relishing the enthusiasm of his mouth against me, nails clenching against my legs in his frantic desire. My own pleasure made me just as needy, and I leant forward to take him in my mouth once more, whining at the feeling of his tongue sliding inside me, reaching desperately for the core of me, searching for some hidden part of me that only he knew.

When he skimmed his tongue over the bundle of sensitive nerves I cried out, ducking my head quickly and taking every inch of his cock deeply in my throat, working him with every movement and bit of pleasure he gave me. My own hands found his legs, one tracing a line over a delectable curve of muscle to roll his balls gently, eliciting a grunt of pleasure and a renewed vigour between my own thighs.

On and on the cycle went, each of us pushing the other higher, working one another with increasing desperation as we grew closer to our inevitable conclusion. I could feel every muscle in his body trembling desperately as he fought to restrain himself, refusing to let go until I could join him in that blissful hurtle headlong into abyssal pleasure.

It was the taste of the short bursts he couldn’t contain that sent me over the edge, the taste of him in his desperation proving too much for me to handle. His grip was hand on my waist as he held me to him tightly, tongue lapping as he groaned and jerked. I could feel his fingertips digging into my flesh, hard and bruising, keeping me close while I writhed and spasmed, swallowing hungrily around his pulsating cock.

Three

Greg left me spent and weak, laughing shakily with the force of my orgasm, a gentle kiss pressed to my forehead and murmuring for me to get a little more rest. I could only hum my agreement, eyes closing of their own volition, every inch of me depleted. The door closed with a quiet click, and I was alone, lulled by waves and the distant timbre of the Lieutenant’s voice as he spoke with those early to rise on deck.

But in my half-conscious state, as life crept back into my tender muscles, true sleep eluded me. Instead, wreathed in sheets still sweat-damp and warm, I could only become increasingly aware of the scent of him. His unique aroma of salt and weather-worn rope and home settled low in my abdomen, the ache between my thighs returning insistently. The memory of his tongue on me and his cock buried in my throat came unbidden, and I swallowed, one eye opening thoughtfully.

The space between my legs was still slick and sensitive, earning a soft moan as my knees fell apart and fingertips trailed slowly over my slit. The knowledge that his mouth had not long eagerly followed the same path had me growing wetter, and I couldn’t restrain as whimper of pleasure as I slipped two fingers inside myself.

“Fuck – yes, Lieutenant, just like that,” I breathed, head falling back, hand moving slowly and replaced, in my mind, with his.

Lost in my fantasy, whimpering quietly, I was not present enough in reality to hear that soft click once more, the door to the Captain’s quarters offering the perfect view of my exposed thighs beneath a rucked sheet as I squirmed and mewled pitifully.

It wasn’t until he cleared his throat that my gaze shot up, and I felt myself burn crimson, legs snapping shut in shame as I bolted upright. “Shit- I’m sorry, I- I was just-”

“Shut up,” he murmured, shedding his shirt as he stroke closer, the sheet dragged hungrily from my body. I barely had time to register my embarrassment before he was on his knees before me, pulling my legs apart with a growl. “Insatiable, aren’t you?” he purred, trailing a fingertip over y slick folds, a hint of a rumble in his voice sending a shiver down my spine. “Freshly come-drunk and already desperate for more…”

“Couldn’t help myself,” I gasped, fingers curling in the sheets as he slid two digits inside me, pumping slowly. “You – mm – you tasted so good, made me feel so good…”

He pressed gentle kisses along the inside of my thigh, skirting along the side of my slit and making me whimper. “And you thought you’d take matters into your own hands, hm? Without your Captain’s permission?” He tutted, fingers curling inside me and eliciting a sharp gasp. “You’d deny me the opportunity, Sergeant?”

“N-no, Sir,” I stammered quickly, vehemently shaking my head. “You- you were busy… I didn’t want to interrupt…”

His hand drew back to administer a stinging slap to my wetness, and I yelped in surprise, blushing at the pleasure that coursed through my veins and nodding hurriedly when his gaze flicked to mine, seeking clarification. With a smile, his digits slipped inside me once more, pulling a stuttered groan from parted lips. “Never too busy for you, sweet boy,” he murmured, tongue flicking teasingly against my clit, my hips jerking needily. “Certainly never too busy to take care of this sweet, soaked pussy…”

I mewled helplessly as his fingers moved more firmly inside me, knees falling further apart, my wanton desperation earning an approving smirk. “Please- please, Sir… Take care of me, please…”

His eyebrow arched, stern and playful, and he lifted his head from between my legs while I whimpered. “Oh – you think it’s going to be that easy, do you?” He clucked his tongue sympathetically as he removed his fingers, leaving me aching and empty. “No, my pet… You stroked this pretty pussy without my permission, and I’m going to make sure you learn.” A hand found my abdomen, pinning my squirming hips to the sheets, eyes meeting mine once more and glowing with pleasure when I nodded infinitesimally.

Even as my eyes were covered, leaving me blind and exposed, I felt anything but vulnerable. I trusted the man trailing his fingertips down my chest with my life. Rope passed around my wrists and pulled my arms overhead, and my back arched without fear, offering myself willingly and eagerly for a punishment I was certain I would enjoy. I held no doubt that I was safe from harm here, even as firm hands pressed my legs apart once more.

“You seem to be under the misguided impression that this is your pussy, Sergeant,” he purred, punctuating his words with another sharp slap to my wetness, earning a whimper of surprise and pleasure.

“But that’s not true, is it?”

Another strike, and my cheeks coloured at the sound of his palm against my soaked slit.

“This pussy belongs to me, pet. Mine. Do you hear me?”

My thighs inched further apart at the next impact, and I arched into his touch, nodding desperately.

“I said, do you hear me?”

Another slap, harder this time, and I yelped, eyes rolling back in pleasure behind my blindfold. “I hear you! Yours- I-I… I belong to you…”

Slap.

“Louder.”

“I’m yours,” I groaned, pressing closer needily.

Slap!

“Louder!”

“My pussy belongs to you, Sir!” I cried, straining against coarse ropes, frantic to touch myself – or to convince him to – as my wetness flowed readily. “Yours- all yours, to fuck and touch and- please, Lieutenant, please!”

Without warning, the blows stopped; the bed beneath me shifted as he moved away, and I let out a soft, tortured sob, hips rutting, desperately seeking any form of friction I could find.

More movement, and I stilled, the tip of cock his trailing lightly over me. My breath stuttered in my chest, and I hardly dared move, every nerve in my body focused intently on the leaking, rubbing head of his length rutting against me teasingly. “This is what you need, isn’t it?” he breathed, a hand wrapping tight around my hip as I nodded weakly. “Stroking this pretty cunt and fantasising about getting fucked like a whore….”

With a whimper, I nodded again, straining against his grip as my desperation increased, veins thrumming with the need to have him inside me. “Please, Captain…”

I cried out in surprise and delight as he pressed into me without warning, the thickness stretching me open quickly and sparking stars behind my eyes with the pleasure of it.

“There you go, pet… That’s what you wanted, hm? Someone to split you in half and treat you like the needy slut you are?” His mouth found my throat as he fucked me roughly, leaving searing marks in his wake, while I could only sob and cling to him, helpless against the waves of pleasure thrumming through me with each thrust.

“N-not someone,” I stammered weakly, back arching to press myself blindly closer. “Just you – only you, Sir, please…”

I felt his gentle chuckle against my skin, and a warmth spread through me at his quiet delight, his hands holding me a little tighter. “That’s right; you’re mine, aren’t you? All mine.” I nodded desperately, a broken whimper of relief slipping between my lips as his fingers found my throbbing clit at last. “That’s it, Sergeant. You take it so well – such a pretty toy for me to play with.” His thrusts grew rougher and less rhythmic, and his free hand curled in my hair, clutching me tighter to his skin scented of sweat and sea and something intrinsic to my sailor. My legs wrapped around his hips to take him deeper, every stroke increasing my wetness – and the accompanying sordid sounds, which only served to drive me higher.

The lieutenant noticed the pressure before I did. He grunted and increased his pace, and it was then that I whimpered my need, warning him of an intense, impending something. His mouth found mine as he drew back, and I wailed in surprise and pleasure as my body gushed readily, soaking sailor and sheets in equal measure. No sooner had flood faded to a trickle than he was inside once more, grunting his delight at my neediness and pounding me into the mattress with brutal, sloppy strokes.

My nails tightened against my own palms, my sobs breathless and frantic. “Please- please, fuck, I need you! I need you to fill me up, Sir, please – need you to stuff me up – I’m yours, Sir, please!”

With a groan of surrender, he buried himself to the hilt inside me, the feeling of his cock pulsing as he released hot ropes deep within me drawing me over my own precipice with an inhuman howl.

I expected him to untie me the moment he pulled back, moving to his knees between my thighs with a soft sound of effort.

But instead, his fingers travelled over my slick, leaking pussy, making me whimper and jerk sensitively. He shushed me softly as two digits slid into my bruised hole, pushing his steadily dripping seed back inside me with a low rumble of pleasure. “That’s it, my sweet boy… Don’t want any of your Captain’s precious cum going to waste, do you?” He purred as I shook my head hard, a thumb gently smoothing over the flat skin of my abdomen. “One day I’m going to fuck a baby into you, Sergeant. I’ll fuck you until you’re all full up and fat for me… Would you like that, sweet boy?”

I whimpered weakly, nodding and squirming pointedly, wrapping my legs around his waist when he crawled atop me and crushing my lips to his once more.

Four

I was barely able to walk by the time night settled over the ship once more, but my Captain still was not done with me.

My body was littered with bites and scratches and blooming bruise, and the ropes had gone from being simply passed around my wrists to tied around my body in intricate patterns. I was bound and helpless, my thighs secured to my chest, leaking hole on display and offered to his mercy.

And what mercy it had been.

He’d taken me every which way until I was sobbing at the oversensitivity, weak and trembling and no longer able to support my own weight. At that point, he’d simply tied me up and tossed me to the sheets before continuing his exquisite torture – frequently checking in to affirm my consent, of course.

It seemed to me he was determined to make up for the time we’d spent together before this was a part of our relationship, and for the period of his recovery when the roughness he now treated me with wasn’t possible; a notion to which I was only too eager to comply. But even the impressive creature that was my Captain had limits, and after several orgasms and little sustenance, he’d all but emptied the tank.

I’d assumed, at that point, that the marathon was over, and my ‘punishment’, delicious as it had been, had reached its conclusion. But he had simply smiled at me, secured my thighs to my chest in a delicate entrapment of rope, and slid two fingers inside me, my whines falling on deaf ears. He’d made sure I was clear on how to stop this – words and gestures that would bring an immediate halt to proceedings for any reason – so he simply brushed a tear from my cheek with his free hand, working me with a practiced skill that set my bones alight while he crooned. “Just one more, sweet boy… You can give me one more, can’t you? I know you want to…”

I nodded my agreement to the latter, wriggling weakly against my binds.

I’d sell my soul to the devil if you asked it of me.

“I-I don’t know if I can,” I mewled pitifully, voice broken from cries and moans. “Please, Sir – I’m so sensitive, I-I don’t know if-” I cut myself off with a cracked groan as his digits curled inside me, my tenderised walls quivering in a painful pleasure.

“Oh, you can,” he purred, hand moving a little faster, “and you will.” His thumb brushed over my clit, and I jerked, fresh tears leaking free as my eyes squeezed shut.

“Please – I can’t, Captain, I can’t, I-”

His fingers curved again and he worked me deeper, removing all semblance of coherent thought from my mind with the motion as I wailed. I’d long ago lost any concern of being overheard – there simply was not space left in me to care, or to consider the matter at all, let alone moderate the sounds I made.

He knew my body better than I did, and when his digits began to speed up in response to some unknown stimuli, I whimpered, giving the ropes that held me fast an obligatory but pointless tug. “Please, Captain… I’m- I…”

He leant down and brushed his lips over mine, surprisingly sweet and chaste, before pressing his forehead to my own tenderly. “Come for me, Snowflake,” he breathed, his gaze locked intensely on mine.

I couldn’t look away as I unravelled for him, every muscle in my body straining and striving at the ropes to do something against the beautiful torture – whether to seek more or make it end was unclear – and cries fell unbidden from my bitten and kiss-flush lips. His hand never stilled nor slowed until my spine lost its bow-taut curve and my tears ran freely, every inch of my body loose and powerless sae the rhythmic clenching of my overworked pussy around his fingers. His movements were slow, exhausted, as he drew back, earning a weak whine, and untied me, easing my aching limbs into more natural positions.

It wasn’t until he held me in his arms, my head upon his chest, that I noticed his trembling, and tipped my face up to look at him, pulling the sheets closer about us. “Are you okay?” I murmured, brow furrowing with concern. He nodded slowly, pulling me tighter against him.

“A bit of a… Dip, of sorts. It takes a toll sometimes, being a dominant… There are occasions when the feelings fade and it’s a little… Uncomfortable.”

He offered me a weak smile, but my frown only deepened, his reassurance doing little to alleviate my worry. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

His head tipped slightly as he considered the offer, before the cure of his lips softened, gentle brown gaze locked on mine. “You could hold me?”

No sooner had the suggestion – the soft, almost hesitant request – left lips slightly bruised by passionate kisses than I was in motion, bundling the lieutenant flush to my chest and pressing my cheek to dark, sweat-damp hair. “I’ve got you, Gregor. My sweet, wonderful, perfect Captain. You’re incredible. That was incredible. I’ve never felt so…” I trailed off as I fought for the words, a low shiver working through my depleted body. “Much.”

He hummed contentedly, pressing his lips to my chest and nuzzling closer as exhaustion caught up with him. “Good… That’s good,” he murmured, voice slurring, trembling subsiding. “That’s good… ‘m good.”

I bit back a fond chuckle, fingers caressing his spine. “You’re perfect,” I clarified softly, smiling as I brushed a feather-light kiss over his forehead.

Five

I was on deck when my Captain awoke, driven from the warmth of our shared bet a short while before by the alluring dawn calls of the seabirds. My body ached in the most satisfying of ways as I rested with my forearms on the railing, face upturned to the dazzling display scattered over the glassy open. It was a mild morning, warm and clear, and the sea was surprisingly settled so far from shore – we’d dropped anchor sometime in the evening while Greg and I were otherwise indisposed, ahead of a scheduled stop for supplies. The south coast of Sri Lanka was a little more than a haze in the distance, and I was, admittedly, somewhat nervous about shore leave; it hadn’t gone especially well for me last time, after all.

But a lungful of fresh salted air and the barest hint of a breeze caressing skin warmed by the sunrise helped ease my mind – as did the arm snaking around my waist, lips skimming against my bare shoulder, eliciting a tender smile, my gaze still on the sky.

“Good morning, Captain.”

He purred quietly, pulling me a little closer, kissing up my throat slowly. “Good morning, Snowflake,” he murmured, warm breath washing over my skin and making me tremble. “I woke up and you were gone…”

I couldn’t help but smile infinitesimally at the innocent sadness in his voice, fingers trailing over the strong arm around me. “I wanted to take in the morning,” I replied, equally quiet, reluctant to break the reverent hush of the dawn, punctuated only by the whispered lapping of minute waves against the hull. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

“Mm, so you should be,” he hummed playfully, holding me tighter, and I grinned.

“Whatcha gonna do, Sailor? Make me walk the plank?” I teased back. My gasp was audible as he spun me quickly, pinned against the bulwark by his hands either side of me, face-to-face with his wicked smirk.

“I’m no pirate, boy,” he breathed, his mouth a half-inch from mine and making my heart race. “But… Maybe.”

Grinning, I kissed him quickly, then ducked under his arm, one eyebrow sliding into a playful arch. “Actually… A dip sounds quite nice right now…”

His eyes widened as I hooked my thumbs in slacks sitting low on my hips, throat bobbing visibly, and he glanced around. “Are y-”

The words trailed off in a groan as I turned, sliding down my trousers to reveal a bare – likely bruised – ass, stepping readily from my clothes and purring at the feeling of the warm sun on my skin. I could hear him beside me as I approached the rope over the space in the bulwark, and I moved slowly, unclipping it and stepping into the gap, eyeing the ocean beneath me with a grin. The moment I felt his fingertips skim my spine, I dove, eyes closing in pleasure as I broke the surface.

My body felt light and buoyant as I paused, lids parting to gaze into the depths. The sea above was a smooth, crystalline blue – but beneath the infinitesimal waves it became an explosion of colour, reds and yellows and greens in constant motion beneath corals in hues I could scarcely begin to explain. I watched for as long as I could, captivated, before my lungs cried out for air, forcing me to my own world once more.

Greg was staring down at me as I gulped in breaths, smiling fondly and slowly unbuttoning his own shirt. “Having fun?”

I grinned and nodded, leaning back. “You gonna join me, sailor?”

His eyebrow arched, gaze locked on mine as his own slacks hit the deck, followed quickly – and after a surreptitious glance – by his underwear. I purred with delight, then paused as he backed away.

… What the he-

My internal complaint was cut off by a blur as he dove over the bulwark a few paces further down the ship, emerging beside me with his eyes shining. “Hi, Snowflake,” he purred, sidling closer to kiss me softly.

“Where’d you go?” I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck, our legs moving lightly to keep us afloat. With a grin, he raised a hand, two snorkels hanging from his finger.

“I thought you might want a closer look.”

With a gasp of delight – and a corresponding wriggle that left me spluttering on inhaled seawater – I nodded, unable to contain my excitement. “Yes, please!”

He laughed as he helped me into my goggles, offering me another quick kiss before positioning the snorkel between my lips. I grinned around the plastic, earning a cackle. His own equipment slid into place with expert speed, and he crooked a finger at me before rolling, his face disappearing beneath the surface.

The goggles allowed for a much better view, and I gasped through the pipe, the sound chased by a peel of laughter. I followed in my Captain’s wake as he led me along, trusting him wholeheartedly to keep me safe.

The seabed rose sharply ahead of us, and his eyes flicked to me, offering a hand. I was only too happy to oblige, letting him pull me along toward wonder and mystery. It wasn’t until we grew closer that I could discern shapes amongst the colours, svelte fish and slow-moving turtles weaving amongst the bony appendages, orange shoals moving as one beneath us. I couldn’t hide my joy, and he squeezed my hand affectionately, drawing my gaze back to him. His own eyes were not turned on the majesty before us, but instead locked on my face, soft and warm as he took me in. I blushed pre-emptively when he moved closer, removing his snorkel to press his lips gently to my cheek and letting out a low, tangible rumble of delight when I did the same, turning my head to catch his lips with mine.

We took brief dives toward to coral reef, holding our breath as we inspected the life in more detail. I’d have happily stayed down there forever – but a fierce tug at my leg and a lowering of my eyes had me rocketing toward the surface, shock and worry making my heart pound. Greg followed me swiftly, head cocked in confusion as he grasped my forearm, panting. “Are you o-”

“It’s on my leg,” I grunted, just a moment from panic. “I… Don’t think it should be on my leg.”

His head ducked below the surface once more before popping back up, grinning broadly. “I see.”

“Oh, do you?” I quipped, eyes narrowing affectionately. “Do you see the thing wrapped around my leg like a… Like a…”

“Octopus?” he finished, deadpan, and I couldn’t help but snort.

“Can you get it off? I intend to get out of the sea as naked as I got in, thanks!”

He chuckled and ducked beneath the surface once more, and I could feel his hands on my skin, moving about the tight grip gently. My leg twitched with relief when the pressure disappeared, and he reappeared, a dark grey creature trailing up his forearm. “See? It’s fine. It’s cute!”

“Cute,” I repeated apprehensively, leaning closer to trail a finger along the rubbery flesh. “… If you say so…” A tentacle reached out to wrap around my hand, and I couldn’t help but smile softly. “… Yeah, okay… Maybe it’s kinda cute,” I conceded.

He laughed, gently lifting a tentacle from his skin. “They’re real popular amongst sailors on long journeys. I saw it a lot in the Navy,” he mused. My head cocked, and he smirked. “Well… They fry up quite nicely. And uh… Some people… Well… These little guys have a hell of a grip,” he added, his cheeks tinging with pink.

I frowned in confusion, then felt my jaw drop as comprehension dawned. “You mean they-”

“It’s not unheard of,” he interrupted, lip curling. “Not something I’ve ever… Partaken in myself, mind you.”

With a shudder, I stroked the octopus gently. “Well, none of that for you, little critter. Live long and prosper.”

As Greg carefully unpeeled the tentacled creature from his arm, he glanced at me, eyebrow raised. “… Did you just dismiss an octopus with a Star Trek quote?”

We scrambled back aboard the ship full of laughter, dripping and nudging one another, the faint marks on my leg giving the only indication as to what we were chortling about. I was light on my feet as I darted across the – mercifully still vacant – deck, snagging my slacks and stepping behind a few crates to shimmy into them. No sooner were they over my backside, however, than fingers caught the edge, sliding beneath with a purr in my ear.

“Now, now… Is that really necessary?” he murmured, and I trembled beneath his touch.

“Out here? Probably,” I chuckled weakly, letting my head fall back against his shoulder with a soft sigh. The sound morphed into a low, longing whine when his fingertips skimmed against the edge of my pubic hair, legs inching wider apart of their own accord, earning a chuckle from the Lieutenant.

“You don’t seem especially shy, Snowflake…”

I blushed softly, but I couldn’t keep my hand from curling around his arm, needily pressing myself closer. “You make it hard to behave myself…”

He grinned against my throat, purring his delight. A soft twitch of his hips made me gasp gently, shivering. “You make me hard,” he murmured, his length pressing against my ass through my slacks pointedly. I trembled and whined, pushing back against him, and his free hand travelled to cover my mouth as we heard movement on deck. “Do you think you can be quiet?” he breathed, pulling me to the mast and flush against his chest, the hand in my slacks teasing my already-wet slit slowly. I paused before nodding, breath coming harsh against his palm. My eyes rolled back in pleasure as a finger slid patiently inside me, his arms around me the only thing that kept me upright as my knees threatened to give way. The lips at my throat made me mewl pitifully, nails digging into his flesh as I fought to keep my voice down. He wasn’t going to take his time with me, that much became quickly clear; his thumb found my clit as a second digit pressed into my willing body, curled and precise, seeking out the spot that made me sob.

I wailed against his skin as he fingered me roughly, feeling heat rise in my neck at the wetness pooling in his palm. I may have been quiet, but the sound of his hand moving against me was lewd and deafening, and I couldn’t shake the certainty that we’d be discovered – not that the fear stopped me from pressing my hips closer or rutting harder. His touch was too much for me to bear, insistent as he was, and within minutes I was quivering, each muscle in my body burning with desire as they contracted under his will.

“That’s it, sweet boy,” he purred, lips brushing against my ear as he held me tighter. “So quick, so good for me… Come for me, Sergeant. I want to feel that pretty little cunt squeezing me tight.”

I cried out into a hand that pressed harder against my mouth as he worked me faster, body crumpling against him, helpless and powerless against the convulsions of my frame as I tightened around him on cue. His face buried in my throat, nipping sharply, his wrist only slowing when the rhythmic clenching of my pussy around his digits began to ease up.

And One.

By the time I could feel my legs again, I was trembling, stunned by his efficiency. “You continue to exceed all expectations,” I croaked weakly when his hand shifted from my mouth, leaning back against him tiredly. He simply chuckled softly in response, pressing a kiss to my temple, and slid his fingers from my slacks, earning a shiver of delight at the sound of him licking them clean beside me.

“I do my best,” he replied with faux modesty, sliding his hand into mine. “I do so love watching you come for me, Snowflake.”

With a snort, I flashed him a broad grin. “Feel free to do so anytime,” I replied, winking, and he arched an eyebrow. Silently, he shifted me from his body, leading me out of our hiding spot and across the deck. My cheeks flushed, eyes lowering to avoid eye contact with any of my crewmates, but nobody glanced our way save to call a casual ‘good morning’. His voice was steady as he replied, echoed by my own shaky greetings, envious of his nonchalance. I let out a huff of relief as the heavy cabin door closed behind us, and he turned to me once more, eyes sparkling.

“I think they need to come back off,” he purred, inclining his head at my slacks. “And I think you need to have that ass in the air for me, sweetheart.”

I gulped and moved quickly, obeying without question, flushing at the wetness coating my thighs as they were exposed to the cool air inside the cabin. He smirked as he watched, arms folded across his chest, humming contentedly to himself. I felt exposed as I assumed the requested position, bare ass and dripping pussy facing him as I bent over the bed, my cheek pressed to the sheets with a soft, needy whine. “Please,” I breathed, wriggling eagerly, enchanted by his desire for me. “Please, Sir, I-I need-”

My words died at the sound of his footsteps, breath seizing in my throat. He moved slowly, deliberately, each pace patient. I could all but feel his eyes on me, hungry and predatory, and shivered with delight.

I expected the touch of his fingers, or maybe the sound of his slacks hitting the floor – but instead I groaned aloud as his tongue passed over me, his own delighted purr vibrating against my wetness. Hands curled around my waist, holding me to him as his mouth explored me with astonishing ability, earning a cacophony of whines and whimpers for his efforts. The wetness on my thighs intensified, fingers clawing needily at the bedsheets, mind blank under his talented tongue. “Fuck – Greg, Lieutenant, Captain, please, please…”

He drew back long enough to kiss my exposed ass, humming happily to himself. “Yes, Snowflake?”

I pressed back eagerly, inching my legs further apart. “Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me. I’m aching, and dripping, and-”

My voice cut off once more as he pushed inside me quickly, driving any residual thoughts from my mind as my body jerked beneath his thrusts. The hands on my hips grasped tighter, fingernails pressing into my skin as he pulled me against him. “God, I love fucking you,” he breathed, moving slowly and forcefully inside me, making my breath hitch with each stroke. “You feel so fucking good…”

I moaned uselessly, broken and desperate as I rutted back against him, one hand travelling beneath me to caress my clit eagerly, lost in the feeling of him inside me. “You’re so good to me,” I whimpered, reaching back to grasp at his wrist as his hand found my shoulder to pull me closer. “So good – so, so, so g-”

“Hey, Cap, we’re just abo- Oh my God, really? Lock the door!”

With a yelp of surprise, Greg’s bodyweight found my back as he flattened himself, reaching over me to snag the duvet and cover himself as best he could. “Neri! Get the fuck out!”

“I was ju-”

“Not the time!”

The door slammed closed once more, leaving us in a horrified silence, and I turned my head to catch the eye of the sailor atop me just as raucous laughter broke out on the other side of the wood.

A few seconds later, we were chortling ourselves, his arms wrapping around me to hold me tight to his chest, tears streaming down his cheeks as he creased up. “Well… It was bound to happen sooner or later,” he cackled, shaking his head affectionately. “I’m so sorry…”

I snorted back, pressing my forehead against his throat briefly before meeting his eyes once more, touching my lips to his. The joy blooming in my chest had the tears beading along my own lash line spilling onto my skin, my forehead pressed against his own tenderly. “I love you so much, Grishenka,” I whispered, thumb smoothing along his cheekbone rapturously, and he smiled.

“I love you too, Snowflake. Infinitely and endlessly.”

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42donotpanic · 6 months ago

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Bitten (for your blood)

Summary: Clint is hungry. But maybe biting his own Personal Dragon isn't the best idea...

Pairing: Clint Barton x Kai Krüger (ONBC) x Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 1343

Raiting: Teen and Up Audiences

Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Dragons, Dragon/Werewolf/Vampire Relationship, POV Original Character, Vampire Clint Barton, Werewolf Bucky Barnes, Biting, Minor Injuries, Blood Drinking

Written for:

@tropetember : Day 14 - Monstrous / Cultural Differences / Language Barrier

@augustwritingchallenge : Trick-AU-Treat - Bitten

@comfy-vember : Day 3 - Forehead Kisses

@ao3tagbingo : Polyamory

@buckybarnesbingo : Interspecies

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Obedience Training - Frosty Edition

Bite - Flight Edition

* Secret Signals, Hunting - Valentines Edition

* "I'm going to kill you.", White Fang - Book Night Edition

* Bite Marks - Wild Edition

* "In Some Cultures That's Considered a Dick Move.", "I told you not to do this!", Licking Lips - Maritime May

* Playful Growls - Pride Edition!

* Bite Marks - Plural Edition

* "You had no right to take it.", Unwillingly Donated - August Chaos Discards

* "Why Didn't You Tell Me?" - Bug Edition

* Bite Marks, "Just... Don't.", Growling - Medical Edition

@fairytalebingo - Dragon Fire

@anyfandomaubingo - Vampire AU

@multifandom-flash

The Undead - Clint Barton Bingo

Short Story - National Writing Day

@anyfandomdarkbingo - Dracophilia

@seasonaldelightsbingo - drawing circles with their fingers on the others skin to calm them down - Under the Sea Edition

@fandombingo - It wasn't this bad before.", Stained with Blood - Wonderland Edition

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nekoannie-chan · 9 months ago

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Bruises

Title: Bruises.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X STRIKE member!Reader.

Word count: 122 words.

Square: 4 “Bruises.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: STRIKE doesn’t have the kindness training.

Major Tags: Bruises.

Additional tags: This is my entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Flight Edition.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

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Steve saw the bruises on your leg and arm, at first he thought someone had done it to you.

He was just about to come over to ask you when the training started when he realized the real reason; the STRIKE team training was very aggressive. Now it all made sense.

Although it did seem strange to him that such training was allowed, there was a reason they were one of the best teams the organization had.

In the end, Steve came over to talk to you, maybe he could do something to get them to train differently.

Even though he knew that he would surely have to face an argument with Rumlow, the only thing he cared about was your safety.

#flight edition #fandom free bingo #steve rogers x reader

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fandom-free-bingo · 1 year ago

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INFO & RULES - FLIGHT EDITION (January)

- Feel free to interpret the prompts however you wish - the world is your oyster! <3 - No restriction to one prompt per fic/chapter. - You can merge this event with others, so long as the other event permits this. - Please mark rating clearly, and use CW where applicable. Posts not adequately marked will not be reblogged. - Use the tag #FandomFreeBingo and tag @fandom-free-bingo on tumblr for a reblog - don't forget to also add in the pairing/characters, the fandom and the warnings in the tags please <3 - The second event (Flight Edition) will run until February 29th. Feel free to post after this date, however - works will be reblogged until January 31st, 2025, and the Ao3 collection will be open indefinitely. - Two cards (at most) of each size for each participant. - All media forms, fandoms and original works are welcome! - You can request square changes twice, for up to a week after the card is issued. - Be respectful to other participants. - Be kind to me!- Ao3 collection can be found here! - This season we are offering BOTH 5x5 and 3x3 cards - please let us know which you would like!

Why Flight Edition? Well - January 5th is National Bird Day! Why? "National Bird Day is a celebration of the wonder of birds and a time to raise awareness about the many threats that bird species face on a daily basis. Birds have long captured the imagination of humans as they effortlessly soar through the skies. It is no wonder that so many people have become either professional or amateur ornithologists (people who study birds). While birds may seem to live carefree lives, many of their natural habitats are under attack. Additionally, poaching and the illegal wildlife trade threaten many bird species. With these factors in mind we need to do everything that we can to protect our birds and their environments." [1]

Basically.... Because they're beautiful and majestic creatures, and we didn't want to lean into the whole 'winter' theme again, because it's not winter everywhere! So... Take Flight! <3

My favourite bird (uh, today-) is below the cut... Look at this majestic boy-

The resplendent quetzal lives in tropical forests in southern Mexico and Central America - and their population is decreasing. They've been given 'Near Threatened' status. Look at that fuzzy little head, and that MAJESTIC tail!

I like birds.

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blackwood4stucky · 1 year ago

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author: aspen blackwood

event: @fandom-free-bingo | flight edition

echoes of crystal springs | 🅼

fill: collars stucky [james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers] series: burning embers of a dying world synopsis: Brooklynd, the capital city on Vanaheim - 10923 Steve looked at the brunet haired baby boy with pointed ears in the bassinet, the omega he would one day take as his wife. He could just barely hear the adults talking on the other side of the room as they whispered about courtship and marriage. He couldn’t believe the Ljósálfar would travel so far from Álfheim to discuss such topics. He was a mere five year old boy, what did he know of alliances and weddings?

hoping these roses dull the pain, cover the scars and turn the page | 🅴

fill: overstimulation + alt | refusing to fight back stucky [james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers] synopsis: There were turncoats on the Lemurian Star.

something flickering in the night | 🆃

fill: alone pre-stucky [james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers] series: the call of darkness synopsis: Bucky doesn't understand why he's being called a sinner, certain things just aren't his fault

something in the way | 🆃

fill: free use stucky [james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers] series: the call of darkness synopsis: Bucky realizes that something is amiss.

tell me a lie to keep me in line, you swear it’s a sign but it’s the tortured who rise | 🅼

fills: betrayal + passing out from pain + torture pre-stucky [james “bucky” barnes x steve rogers] series: blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin synopsis: A tale of struggle and pride, desire and blood, longing and suffering, and the discovery of a witch.

aspen’s vault: fics masterlist | aspen’s world: bingo & events participation masterlist

#fandom free bingo #flight edition #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #wintershield #aspen's fics #aspen's world #aspen writes

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livsoulsecrets · 11 months ago

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Kitty and Yuri Fic

@fandom-free-bingo Prompt from Pride Edition Prompt: Lesbian Couple

Fandom: XO Kitty

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Summary: In their first day back in KISS, Yuri and Kitty reunite and finally address the tension between them.

Yuri turned around to leave…

And didn’t make it out the door.

Instead, with her hand still on the doorknob and her back turned to Kitty, she hurriedly spat out, “What did you want to tell me at the airport?”

Read on AO3.

Kitty hadn’t talked to Yuri in three months. The last time she had even heard from her was at the airport—the day Kitty left Seoul and Juliana returned. Yuri hadn’t even updated her Instagram since. Kitty supposed she had been too busy reconnecting with Juliana to bother with it.

They didn’t talk even when Yuri’s mom went back on her decision and allowed Kitty to go back to KISS. Kitty was pretty sure Yuri wouldn’t want to hear from her anyway, and the idea of getting that impression confirmed was enough to keep her away.

She had assumed they’d keep their distance when the new semester started. That was what Kitty had prepared herself for during the endless hours of her flight to Seoul and her move into a new room.

Kitty wasn’t even sure why she had agreed to go back. What did she even have in KISS that was worth all this trouble?

She might have managed to get closure on her relationship with Dae, but they were hardly friends. Her friendship with Q was still fragile as they tiptoed around each other. And things with Min Ho had been awkward since she let him down after his confession.

Yuri wasn’t talking to her. She had a girlfriend, a new brother, and endless family drama to deal with that she did not need Kitty contributing to.

Still, Kitty had come, and she hadn’t done it for anyone but herself this time around.

Which led to her getting ready for her first day back all alone in her new dorm. Her new roommate, Claire, had friends to meet with before class—people she could get opinions from, people she could talk to.

Kitty only had herself and her own reflection in the mirror.

And the stupid necklace clasp she couldn’t get closed on her own.

“Do you need help with that?”

Kitty’s concentration shattered, and she expected to find Claire walking back into their room. Instead, Yuri crossed her doorway.

Yuri’s hair was undone, falling down her shoulders with every step she took—it was longer than when they had last seen each other.

Kitty stared at her with unblinking eyes through the mirror’s reflection. She was sure she had started hallucinating up until Yuri’s fingers brushed hers when she collected the necklace.

Just like she had done the year before, Yuri brushed Kitty’s hair to the side with one hand before expertly closing the clasp on her first try.

“There you go,” Yuri announced, gently bringing Kitty’s hair back into place.

Kitty turned around to take a good look at her face. Her sheer proximity was enough to send her head spinning.

“Yuri,” she said dumbly, her eyes traveling through Yuri’s face, searching for any signs her dreams had escaped the nighttime and infiltrated her days too.

She found none. Yuri was exactly as Kitty remembered her—she was even better, because she was really there.

“Hi, Kitty,” she greeted, taking a step back.

Kitty cleared her throat and tried to smile. “Hi.”

Three months of imagined conversations and almost-sent texts… And the best she could come up with was Yuri’s own name and “Hi”?

She briefly wondered if it was too late to book a ticket home and never step foot in Seoul again.

“Can we talk?” Yuri asked. “I know we have class soon, but do you have a minute?”

“Yeah, sure,” Kitty mumbled, her voice rising a bit too much. She tried again. “We can talk.”

“I’m really glad you agreed to come back,” Yuri started.

“You are?” Kitty couldn’t help but ask, more confused than anything.

Yuri laughed—a startled, half-muffed sound she only ever made when she thought Kitty was making a fool of herself.

God, she had missed that laugh.

“Of course I am,” she confirmed. “I know we weren’t on good terms when you left, and we haven’t talked in a while, but I would have missed you if you didn’t come back.”

Kitty’s eyes widened. “You would?”

Yuri stifled a laugh. “Kitty, are you going to question everything I say, or do you think you can just take my word for it?”

“Sorry,” she hurried to say. “I just didn’t think you felt that way after… Well, everything.”

“I understand. For a while, I didn’t really know how I felt about anything either.”

Kitty found there was something very strange about Yuri’s tone, like there was more she wanted to say but was holding back against.

The tension between them hadn’t gone anywhere in the last few months.

It was like time and distance had amplified it—shaped it into a ticking bomb that could go off at any second and destroy this carefully built truce they were now in.

Kitty was nowhere near ready to approach that topic, so she settled for a safer version of her truth. “I’m really sorry for lying to you. I didn’t know what to do or how to deal with what I found out, but I should have been honest.”

“I’m sorry I lashed out, too. I was hurt, but that was because I trusted you a lot. I felt like…”

“Like I broke your trust,” Kitty completed, crossing her arms.

“I guess so,” Yuri agreed. “But, more than anything, I was angry at my mom for hiding another kid from me. My whole life, she pushed me to be perfect, to not do anything that could disappoint her. And the whole time she was keeping her own secrets, making me feel awful for having mine. I took some of that out on you too.”

Kitty nodded and tightened her arms around herself. They fell into silence for a few moments. Kitty didn’t dare break it, unsure of where they would go from there.

Why was Yuri there? Had she gone to Kity’s room to say she forgave her, but it was better for them to stay away from each other? Or that they could be friends again, leaving everything in the past?

Kitty didn’t think she could survive either option.

“Uh… I should get going,” Yuri said abruptly, fixing her perfectly ironed skirt and retreating a bit farther away.

“Oh,” Kitty muttered, “okay.”

She didn’t want Yuri to go. She wanted to hear about her vacation and the places she might have visited. She’d plaster a smile across her face and pretend it didn’t kill her to hear about how great things were with Juliana if it would make Yuri happy to talk about her.

She wanted everything to be normal again.

“See you in class, then,” was all Kitty said.

Yuri turned around to leave…

And didn’t make it out the door.

Instead, with her hand still on the doorknob and her back turned to Kitty, she hurriedly spat out, “What did you want to tell me at the airport?”

Kitty, well, Kitty didn’t know what to say. She knew what she wanted to say, but she was also aware that the last thing Yuri needed was to add Kitty’s feelings for her to the pile of problems in her life.

Should Kitty tell her she could recognize Yuri’s laugh in any room? That she would follow her like a moth to a flame wherever she wanted to go? Or share that, in her dreams, Yuri’s lips touched hers and everything felt real for a few precious seconds after she woke up, and not even the disappointment of reality could take away from the happiness she felt in those fleeting moments?

Yuri turned around when Kitty still didn’t answer her question. “It’s just… When we talked at the airport, I thought there was something you wanted to tell me before Juliana showed up. I mean, whatever it is, you know you can tell me, right?”

She smiled—a reassuring, gentle thing that Kitty wasn’t sure she even deserved.

“I know that,” she answered, trying to insert some confidence into the words. Kitty carefully avoided Yuri’s eyes. “I just wanted to thank you for being my friend. We got off to a bad start, but I’m glad we worked through that. I wouldn’t have survived my first year here without you.”

Yuri smiled even brighter at that. “I wouldn’t have made it through last year without you either.”

Kitty blatantly ignored the somersaults in her stomach and mirrored Yuri’s smile. “That was all I wanted to say.”

“Are you sure?” Yuri asked once again, tilting her head to capture Kitty’s gaze.

“I am,” she repeated, without an ounce of conviction.

Yuri nodded but didn’t seem to believe her. Kitty tracked her every movement as she stepped closer, the ends of her loose hair tickling Kitty’s arm.

“Let me tell you what I remember about that day, then. I remember you telling me you thought you knew everything there was to know about love when you came to KISS,” she recited, “until you met me.”

Kitty swallowed dryly. That was not the conversation she had prepared herself to have. A part of her—however foolish—believed they could brush past her near confession and pretend nothing had changed.

But this was Yuri—brilliant, sharp, gentle Yuri who knew her. Of course, she had noticed something was off. She wanted Kitty to have the guts to tell her the truth, especially when they had so much trouble for the lack of it in the first place.

“Yuri,” Kitty started, but the other girl shook her head.

“I remember it because I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said,” Yuri continued, “and you need to let me tell you this before I lose my courage.”

Kitty stopped trying to talk. In fact, she couldn’t have said a word if she wanted to. Not when Yuri was looking at her like that, as if she were seeing something precious in the lines of her face.

“I asked my mom to let you come back. I pissed Juliana off with my obsession to make you stay here.”

“You… You asked her? For me?” Kitty repeated Yuri’s words, despite the fact she had been told not to already.

She had thought for a moment—back when the principal called her with the news—that maybe Yuri had been behind it, but ultimately assumed it was all wishful thinking.

But if Yuri had done that, if she had helped Kitty, then why hadn’t she called or texted? God, Kitty would have been happy with an Instagram DM, even.

“I did. I told you this before, Kitty,” Yuri continued. “I can’t lose you now.”

“I can’t lose you either,” Kitty repeated herself, because that had never changed, not through the confused feelings she harbored for Yuri during her relationship with Dae or after it ended and her loneliness took over.

“But I need you to be honest with me right now. I need you to tell me what you wanted to say that day, and I need to know if I’m too late to hear it.”

Yuri’s hands twisted nervously on the hem of her shirt, causing the fabric to wrinkle all over.

Kitty didn’t want to hold on to hope that proved itself false later on, but her mind was racing through Yuri’s words, her heart wild and alive against her ribcages.

“I don’t… I don’t think I should. I don’t think we should be talking about this, not when you’re with Juliana,” Kitty said, because, as stupidly in love as she was, she would not do that. She would not let others get hurt by the consequences of her own actions, not again.

Yuri took Kitty’s hand on hers, and all words flew off her mind. “I’m not with Juliana anymore,” she said, her voice firm. “We broke up about two months ago.”

Kitty blinked, then stared from Yuri’s hand around her own and back to her face. “What? Why?”

Yuri laughed again—that godforsaken laugh that could break through any of Kitty’s defenses. “Can’t you see it, Kitty?”

She shook her head, incapable of speaking.

“I was confused and a bit of a mess. We tried to make it work, but… My heart wasn’t in it anymore,” Yuri told her, fingers trembling as they grabbed onto Kitty. “Juliana could tell too. I was happy she was back home and that her parents weren’t forcing her to live in another country, but the whole time we spent together since she came back, I kept missing you.”

Kitty heard her own breath catch. She felt her knees buckling and expectation simmering underneath her skin where Yuri was touching her. She knew she wasn’t imagining things—not anymore—and yet none of it seemed real.

“I felt awful, and I knew I couldn’t do that to her. She deserved better, and I couldn’t give it to her. I guess she also knew, deep down, that what we felt for each other wasn’t the same anymore. Still, I just needed some time to process that. I… I wanted to tell you about all of this and what I was feeling, but it wouldn’t have been fair. I needed to be sure of what was happening first. That’s why I didn’t reach out to you.”

“I thought you didn’t want to talk to me,” Kitty whispered, and Yuri shook her head immediately.

“I always want to talk to you,” she promised. “I came here today because of that. I wasn’t sure of what I wanted to do, even when I walked in. I got so scared of ending our friendship that I almost left without saying what I wanted to say.”

“Then I felt this fear right here when I was walking away.” Yuri brought their joined heads to her chest, pressing them over her heart.

“I just knew that giving up on you without even trying would be a lot worse than having to hear you say I’m too late.”

Kitty’s mouth opened and closed a few times, and still no words came.

“I’ll understand, though, if you’ve changed your mind. If you don’t feel like that anymore…”

Yuri’s voice was laced with pain, but she still tried to reassure her. It was the type of kindness she offered Kitty the day they met, and Yuri gave her a ride. It was the gentleness she kept hidden behind her sharp tongue and quick thinking.

It was all that made Kitty fall for her wrapped up around a few words, and how could she have changed her mind? In what world could she ever not feel this way about Yuri Han?

Yuri seemed to have come up with her own answers in the time it took Kitty to process what she shared. She loosened her hold of Kitty’s hand and slowly began to pull herself away.

Kitty held on.

Yuri’s eyes snapped to hers, and Kitty saw the tears on them—all the fear and joy and hope Kitty was feeling reflected right back at her.

Kitty kissed Yuri Han, and it was nothing like in her dreams.

Yuri’s mouth was warm and soft against her, and her hands pushed into her hips hard enough to send her scrambling backwards into a wall. Kitty felt every second of it—every twist of Yuri’s tongue against her own, every part of her body pressed into her—and the real thing was more exhilarating than her imagination could ever have conjured up.

“You’re so much better in real life,” Kitty said into Yuri’s mouth, and she chuckled.

“What?” Yuri questioned, and Kitty, for a moment, had forgotten they were not the same person, that their bodies were tangled up in one another, but their minds were still their own.

Of course, Yuri didn’t understand what she meant, but she didn’t need to. Kitty could tell her later—would tell her everything and anything she wanted to know.

For now, though, Kitty swallowed the question with her mouth on Yuri’s, her hands on her hair, and her nose pressed into Yuri’s perfect one.

#xo Kitty #catglass #my fics #yuri x kitty #kitty x yuri #xo kitty fic #kitty song covey #Yuri Han #fandomfreebingo #fandomfreebingo: pride edition

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evadne01 · 1 year ago

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Sweet persuasion

@larluce your sweet persuasion idea didn't get out of my mind, so I wrote this little omegaverse piece with Gwen that persuade Merlin to use the same method *wink*

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Fandom: Merlin (TV) Relationships: Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwen & Merlin (Merlin), pre Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Gwen (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Additional Tags: Omega Merlin (Merlin), Omega Gwen (Merlin), Alpha Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Alpha Morgana Pendragon (Merlin), Awesome Gwen (Merlin), Hurt Merlin (Merlin), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sweet Persuasion, Protective Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Episode: s01e07 Gates of Avalon (Merlin), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Omega Verse, Merlin is cute and Arthur does whatever Merlin wants

Summary: In his attempt to keep Arthur safe, Merlin uses Gwen's advice: sweet persuasion

@thebo3bingo , prompt: crying

@seasonaldelightsbingo, Five nights at Freddy's: “When I’m here, you play by my rules”

@fandom-free-bingo, flight edition: Tears

@hurtcomfort-bingo: Care

#thebo3bingo #seasonal delights bingo #fandom free bingo #hurtcomfortbingo #fanfiction #hadrianpeverellblack #ao3 fanfic #merlin #fanfic #arthur pendragon #bbc merlin #omegaverse #omega merlin #alpha arthur pendragon

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Love Thy Neighbour - Chapter 5 Every Man Is Guilty

Bucky struggles with the attitudes of his so-called friends and Hive makes themself scarce.

Read this chapter on AO3 here.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 4

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Nonbinary OC, Steve Rogers Rating: T CW: Guilt, bullying (mention), violent child abuse (mention), homophobia (mention), mild dissociation Prompts filled: @lgbtqbingo : Hickeys @fluffbruary : Day 6 - Embarrassment @multifandom-flash (Compliments) : You are better than you think you are

@fandom-free-bingo (World Book Night Edition card 1) : "I don't need you." @fandom-free-bingo (Flight Edition) : Can't make it to dinner, Teasing @anyfandomangstbingo : Best friend's boyfriend @febuwhump : Day 24 - "I'm doing this because I care about you." @seasonaldelightsbingo (Winter Wonderland) : Situationship

Dividers by @unfortunate-beetle-and-friends

Chapter 5 – Every Man is Guilty

“But I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.”

Banana Yoshimoto

“You’re not selling me on this, Steve.” Bucky leant back on the kitchen wall, chin lowered and arms crossed.

“I can’t give you specifics right now. Security’s too tight. If you’ll just come and talk to Fury-”

This was the guy who’d lied to every draft office in the tri-state area? When had Steve become so damn hidebound? “I’m not interested. I told you before, I’m not going to work for SHIELD. And you can save Barton and Romanov’s very touching Different Call story. I’m grateful for what you did for me, really, but I never agreed to get away from Hydra just to sell my soul to someone else.”

Steve’s hands dug deeper into his pockets. “SHIELD isn’t Hydra, Buck. It’s not the same at all. Just let me set up a chat with the director and you’ll see that.”

“Why won’t you let this drop? You’ve got your whole Captain America deal with your team. I’ve got an actual life of my own now. You don’t need me.”

“Fine. You’re right. I don’t need you.”

Never had someone agreeing with him felt so much like a fist in the gut. Bucky didn’t get the chance to tell him to go fuck himself. Steve kept going. “This isn’t about me needing your help, Buck. I’m here because I want your help. I need people around me that I can trust and I trust you. You’re my oldest friend. And I gotta say, Bucky, this whole ‘new life’ you say you’ve got going on looks a lot like walling yourself up in a different cell. I’m doing this because I care about you. What good was getting them to let you go free if you’re just going to lock yourself back up? You look like shit, Buck. When did you last eat? Or drink anything that wasn’t coffee or at least eighty proof? You aren’t one of the bad guys anymore. You can do something worthwhile with your life. You don’t have to be all alone. Why won’t you let me help you?”

“Fuck you, Steve. I’m not gonna be your goddamn bad guy outreach program poster boy. And I had a cheese sandwich just last night, as though it’s any of your fucking business.” And I’m not alone…

They both looked up at the same moment, both heads turned towards the hall closet. “Shit’s always falling down somewhere round here. Place has gone to hell.” But even Steve wasn’t dumb enough not to recognise a sneeze when he heard it.

“For a guy with his windows rigged to blow, you’re weirdly calm about someone climbing around inside your walls.” The tinge of suspicion he heard in Steve’s voice hurt more than Bucky had expected. Who the hell did he think he’d be hiding in a wall cavity? Then he cringed inwardly as Steve began looking around with more intent than he had before. Bucky practically felt his eyes rest for a moment on the extra sleeping bag. His eyebrows visibly rose when he spotted the mug with its weird cute cartoon dragon thing. “Buck?” The suspicion had gone from Steve’s voice and Bucky missed it already.

“Hey, kid, it’s okay. Just a social call.” He listened for a beat of silence, then he and Steve both hear the departing scraping of Hive heading up to the roof. Knowing what he did, Bucky could pick up the unevenness in their movement and made a note to ask to check their injuries later. If he ever saw them again, of course. They might be too spooked to come back at all. He looked down at their mug. They’d be back. He hoped.

“I guess it’s cool that some things don’t change. But I don’t remember you being this coy about your girlfriends even in the forties.”

“‘Girlfriend’ is a real strong word for anyone I passed the time with back then. And that’s not… what this is. They’re just a friend.” Or something. This was definitely not the time to start seriously questioning the weird-ass situation he’d found himself in the last twelve hours or so.

“A friend who hides in the wall when your other friends drop by?”

Other friends? Did Steve think Bucky was having poker nights with the guys every week? What other friends?

“They’re shy, okay?”

“Buck, you don’t have to be embarrassed. I’m glad you’ve found someone you don’t mind having around. I hated thinking of you cooped up here with nothing but a bunch of old memories.” Steve, buddy, you have no idea… “Think I’ll ever get to meet them? What? I can’t be curious about the first person apart from me to ever know the notorious Bucky Barnes well enough to leave a mug at his place?” He couldn’t help but be mildly impressed at Steve’s rapid and unquestioning switch to the neutral pronoun.

“I doubt it. They’re shy, like I said. And it’s not really an ‘introductions to old friends’ kind of thing.” Of at least that much he was sure. Hell, it wasn’t even a thing. Just a really weird couple of days… that had left an extra sleeping bag on his floor.

Steve was frowning again. “You, uh, you’re not in trouble, right? I’ll believe you, whatever you say. I just can’t help noticing you’re a bit more banged up than I’ve seen you in a while. And you smell like that stuff your mom used to cover my hives in when we were kids.” He tried a weak grin.

Well, believe it or not a Hive was responsible… Buck almost returned the smile before he shook himself. “I’m good. Just had a run in with some kind of funky old insulation while I was doing some repairs. Nothing to worry your pretty head about. The scratches are all healed up anyway.” He turned his shoulder to indicate the one Hive had uncovered. “Only covered them up so I wouldn’t get blood on anything, just didn’t get round to taking off the rest of the bandages before you stopped in for the little recruitment drive. Speaking of which –”

Steve held up a hand to stop him. “Speaking of which, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said… a lot of what I did. It wasn’t my place to judge what you’ve got going on here. I’m sorry.” The renewed anger Bucky had been preparing to unleash petered out more quickly than he had expected. “I meant it though, about wanting to work with you again.”

Buck grunted. “Howling Commandoes reunion tour? This time with one hundred percent less falling out of trains, right?” He hadn’t expected Steve to take the weak joke so hard. Steve hadn’t looked this green since a kid landed a kick in his stomach that left him puking his guts into a trash can. He’d been waiting on the ground by the can when Buck came back with split knuckles and a grin of triumph. They’d gone back to Buck’s place to clean up before Steve’s dad could see the mess on his shirt and add a bloody nose to Steve’s problems. Buck’s place. This place. The sink where they’d rinsed out that faded threadbare shirt had been torn out long ago or it would have been right about where Steve was standing now.

“I should have looked harder.”

“Huh?” Maybe Hive’s attention span was catching, somehow. It took him a second to reconnect the dots.

“I went back. To the pass. I went back about a dozen times, looking for – well – for a body, I guess. Maybe if I’d been smarter about it, I would’ve… would’ve found you. Maybe we wouldn’t be where we are now.” Steve’s words sounded like he was trying to swallow them rather than speak them aloud. “But we are. And I can’t fix what I abandoned you to, but I can’t walk away again. Please, Buck, stop by the compound sometime – nothing to do with SHIELD, just come say hi. Or answer your phone once in a while. I miss my best friend, Buck. The guy I knew back in forty-five, back when our lives made some sort of sense.”

“That guy died in the fall, Steve.”

Steve shook his head. “No, I think he’s very much alive. I see him in there. Don’t bury my best friend in this place, Buck, please. You might feel like you deserve that but you don’t. I’m not talking about showing off how ‘rehabilitated’ you are or anything like that. I mean that guy still deserves the life he should have got the first time around.”

Was that part of you given a choice?

Yes.

There’s always a choice.

No. I would never have chosen that…

Bucky managed to look up at Steve’s eyes. Still fucking insane that he was taller than Buck now. “He’s getting a life. And, I guess, if you’re going to be clingy dork about it, that life can involve spending more time with you than it has done so far. Happy?”

“Yeah, happy. Jerk.”

“We’re in the twenty-first century now, for fuck’s sake, Steve. Learn to curse, I’m begging you.” For just a second they shared a grin. The moment was broken by a beep from Steve’s phone. The sudden awkward energy that radiated from him came as a surprise. “I don’t care if you check your phone, you know? World might be hours from destruction or something.”

“That’s unlikely.” Steve blushed. “It’s probably personal.”

“Stark sending out mass dick pics or something? You’re practically glowing there, Rogers.” The blond head ducked, Steve pushing a hand through his hair. He successfully blocked the blush from view but the new angle… “Steve, that’s a fucking hickey! That’s… at least three hickeys!” Captain America’s complexion was a riot of crimson, the blush spreading down to the livid bruise just below his jaw. “You bruise like I do – those are new and vicious. Christ, Steve, you been hooking up with a moray eel?”

“I, ah, I’m seeing someone.”

“No shit.” Probably he should have expected it. Steve must be one of the most eligible bachelors in the country now. Superpowers, a name like “Captain America”, and serum-enhanced looks on tops of his natural Steve-ness… The girls were probably all over him. Weird thought. “Well? Who is she? Do I need to check she’s good enough for my best friend?”

The tips of Steve’s ears became practically scarlet. “It, uh, look, Buck, I–” Bucky frowned. “The person I’m dating is… he’s a guy.”

Well, Bucky couldn’t say he’d never wondered. The immediate mental maelstrom was much the same as it would have been in the forties. How much trouble was this going to cause him? How many more beatings because hiding himself was absolutely alien to Steve’s nature? It took a few seconds for the twenty-first century to impose itself on his thinking. No, probably no beating for Captain America, but public opinion could be a hell of a thing to reckon with – especially for the nation’s golden boy. And Steve was standing there right now closer to cringing than Buck had seen him since his dad was alive. God, there was a man – if he even deserved the word – who would have exploded at the news that his son was a fairy. He probably would have tried to thrash it out of him, Avenger or no.

“He’s not off the hook for best friend judgement just because he’s male, you know. Do I get to meet him?” He felt the pressure in the room change as Steve relaxed. Had he really expected hostility over his confession? From Bucky?

He doesn’t trust you…

“Uh, I guess, sometime. No one else has yet but it’s not… not really a secret. The team knows.”

Bucky nodded. “Well? You gonna see what he wants?” On cue, Steve’s phone chimed again. Reluctantly, ears still hot, he pulled it out of his pocket.

“Just asking where I want to get dinner tonight.” He tapped out a reply, making Buck smile at the geriatric concentration he had to put into the exercise, betraying the boyish face.

“Cute.”

He knows, deep down, what a monster he unleashed by letting you go.

Stop.

That’s why he’s scared of you, even now. Guilt for leaving you behind? More likely guilt for not finishing what he started when he let you fall.

He didn’t “let me fall”.

We’ve been over this, asset. You used to be less naïve. You know the resources he has at his disposal. Do you really believe he didn’t just decide you weren’t worth the trouble?

Steve pushed his phone back into his pocket and grinned sheepishly. “Sorry about that.”

Bucky waved the apology away.

“I should probably get going. I’ll see you? Soon?”

Bucky nodded, but…

Empty offer. You really think he and his new friends want someone around who tried to kill them – however poorly you executed your assignment? Stark didn’t even trust you unsupervised in this dump, let alone in his precious Tower.

“Steve, you sure the others won’t mind me just stopping by? Doubt I‘m popular over there. Not real eager to get teargassed soon as I set foot over the perimeter.”

Steve smiled, his confidence returning. He’d swung his leg over the sill already. “Sure, I’m sure. It’s not like everyone trusted Natasha when she first showed up either. They’re the good guys, Buck. They believe in second chances.” His smile was warm as ever as he ducked out of the window, not seeing the way the temperature of Bucky’s blood had plummeted. “And charge your phone,” Bucky heard him say as his feet landed on the tarmac.

Second chances… isn’t that sweet? So much for his assurances of your deep and abiding innocent soul, it seems. You could have almost believed that choir boy act, couldn’t you?

It was three hours before Hive returned the way they had left. The hum of the generator wasn’t quite enough to drown out their scuffling descent. The faceless apparition was unnerving until they loosened their hood strings and pulled their hoodie down to uncover their lower face. “Protection,” they explained, though Bucky had already guessed as much. From the looks of the stretched fabric round their wrists, they’d had the sleeves pulled down over their hands too.

“Good call. Skin still itches like shit.” He’d had another go with the cream – Steve was right about the smell barely having changed in almost a century – but ran into the same problem as before. He’d had to spend a good twenty minutes scrubbing the stuff out of the joints in his arm with a toothbrush.

He was turning to offer Hive some of the beans he’d been heating on the camping stove, when he realised what else had bothered him about their appearance. They were huddled in the hallway, dressed as they’d been when they made their exit earlier – hoodie, cargoes, black and purple striped socks…

“You’ve been hanging around Brooklyn with no fucking shoes on?”

“You’d be amazed. Saw one guy with no shoes, no socks, and only half a pair of trousers. Guess I should be grateful for what I’ve got. Anyway, I wasn’t stopping for pre-flight checks while I was busy fleeing for my life, was I?”

“You need to check that you’re wearing shoes?”

“Told ya,” They seemed almost proud. “My brain is wrong.”

“Won’t be the only thing that’s wrong if you do shit like that. You’re lucky you haven’t got tetanus or something.”

“Probably too soon to be sure if I have or not,” they pointed out as they dropped down by the fire and stuck their feet out to warm near the flames.

“Not real comforting, kid.”

Hive watched him for a moment, maybe wondering the same thing he was: at what point had their continued well-being become a matter of comfort to him. Then again, maybe not.

“You call me that a lot. Kid. ‘M not a kid, you know.”

He grunted in reply. “I’m an old man, kid. Don’t take it personally.” That was apparently acceptable. They huffed but smirked. They wiggled their toes. Unsurprisingly, the soles of their socks were filthy, damp, and holes in more than one place. One big toe poked free. They saw him looking and wagged it pointedly at him.

“Rude to stare.” They were grinning.

“Sure your feet are okay? There are landfills cleaner than the streets round here. No cuts or anything?”

“Will you feel better if I check?”

“I’ll have less concern about my apartment stinking of gangrene tomorrow, yeah.”

They rolled their eyes but folded their legs and peeled off their socks.

He doled out beans, giving Hive the bowl and keeping his own in the pan, while they performed their inspection.

“All good,” they pronounced, hopping up with only a bit of a wobble to rinse their hands under the lonely sinkless faucet. Bucky wasn’t sure if it had been seeing Steve standing in the old place, looking not so much like he’d grown as like the room had shrunk around him, or if it was just having someone else inhabiting the space with him for a while, but the apartment’s wasted, skeletal feel was more noticeable to him now. He was making food over a camping stove. His bed was a sleeping bag. For someone who’d finally come back home, he looked pretty homeless right now, didn’t he? Was that what Steve had seen? Did Bucky have that same look? An abandoned shell, like the building?

What makes you think you deserve any better? You could have been so much more…

“Cheers.” Hands clean, Hive had grabbed their bowl and clunked it lightly against the pan. Seeing his confusion, they repeated, “A toast to toes not turning grey and dropping off! Which… now that I hear it again, may not have been the most genteel toast ever raised at a meal. Oops. Hope I didn’t put you off.” They tucked into their own food with no sign of discomfort.

“A toast to not losing body parts gets my vote,” he conceded. They shared a grin. “Where did you go earlier anyway? Guessing you didn’t find a café that didn’t care about the lack of shoes.”

“Rooftops, mostly. Nearby ones. Figured if it was a social call I probably didn’t need to flee the state. Thought about a library but figured I’d attract a bit too much attention.”

“Library?”

“They have books there! The wild kind, not the kind you have to pay for. Like a book zoo – except members can foster the animals. The analogy got a bit lost, sorry.”

“I followed, most of it anyway. I do know what a library is. We had ‘em when I was a kid too, you know.”

While he did the sparse dishes, Bucky could see Hive moving around out of the corner of his eye. A glance found them rolling up their sleeping bag and gathering the small quantity of trash they’d been accumulating into a sack. He dried his hands and grabbed his phone; it had turned up beside the plant pot. The generator fell quiet. Bucky turned the phone on and almost immediately wished he hadn’t. It lit up with message after message, the device rattling in his metal grip.

Steve: Been a while. How are you getting on?

Steve: Hope you are doing okay. There is a briefing later today that you might be interested in. Let me know.

Banner: Shuri sent me over your updated records. I think we should discuss a pain management regimen. Contact me.

Steve: Clint and Natasha are planning a movie night. How about joining us?

Steve: You really need to answer a text (or a call) once in a while.

Fen: You’re 30m late

Fen: Where are you??

Fen: Call me, James

Steve: I tried to call twice and didn’t get an answer. I’m going to drop by this morning. There’s some SHIELD business I want to discuss and it’s been a long time since you checked in. Miss you, man.

Fen: This is real shitty of you. You’re decent at the job and I like you but you can’t just ditch for the day without a word. The garage was busy today. We need to talk.

Steve: ETA 10 minutes.

“Fuck.” Hive looked up. “Everything going on since yesterday… Seems I forgot to go to work today.” He started moving automatically, grabbing his jacket off a picture nail, and toeing his boots upright. Hive must have taken them off for him while he was unconscious. He’d have expected to feel more latent objection to the idea but he definitely did not have time to stop and consider the unfamiliar close, warm sensation he experienced instead.

“I should have thought… sorry.”

“Huh?” He stopped, half inside his jacket.

“I mean, I knew, didn’t I? Where you work. That’s how I found you in the first place. Should have occurred to me that you ought to be there.”

He was already four hours late. What difference was five more minutes likely to make to his boss’s bad mood. “Wasn’t your problem if I went to work or not. I’m a big enough boy to handle my own routine.” He was a bit unsettled to see Hive huddling into a corner again, much as they’d done last night. They were still on their feet but they’d shrunken down into their hoodie and were not looking at him. “Hey, kid, it’ll be okay. My huge personal charm will smooth things over with my boss and anyway it is not up to you to have shit to do with my schedule.” They nodded but still wouldn’t meet his eyes. Their gaze was unfocused, drifting around the floor. Trying not to wonder why he cared, he cast around for something to ground them.

“Know what? I’m gonna try to make a dinner tonight that doesn’t come straight out of a can. What do ya think? Sound good?”

“I mean… it’s pretty vague.” He was relieved to see some… presence come back into their face. “Are we talking closer to a dead pigeon you found on the roof or delicately braised sustainably-farmed salmon?” Bucky’s expression apparently satisfied. They grinned a little.

“I guess somewhere in the middle but a little closer to the dead pigeon. I’ll do my best.”

The grin brightened. “Sounds good. I don’t like salmon much anyway.”

He nodded. “No salmon. Got it. See you later – gotta go save my job.”

The garage hadn’t been too bad. Fen had been obliged to rake him over the coals a little – sure it was real useful having a guy on staff who could jack up a car on one hand, in addition to being able to handle basically any bike issue she could remember being brought, but only if he was gonna decide to turn up when expected and not just when it was convenient to him. He knew she took no pleasure in playing the hard-ass, except with assholes who didn’t believe she was more than capable of dismantling their tricked out dick substitutes down to the nuts and then reassembling it faster than they could jerk off over a climate change denial manifesto; she just wanted her garage running smooth. He’d worked out the rest of the day and hung out past close to put away some late deliveries by way of apology and all ruffled feathers had settled. His extended shift had meant it was already past dark when he got to his supply run, though. He hoped Hive wasn’t getting too hungry waiting.

If they were, it wasn’t causing any notable chaos. The building was quiet and dark. Maybe they were taking the opportunity for some much needed sleep. A smile crept over his lips at the thought. He tried to keep quiet and not disturb them when he manoeuvred his awkward haul through the window, catching the new wok as it made a dash for the floor. But he’d no sooner set things down than he knew the apartment was deserted. It felt empty in a way he couldn’t recall it feeling before they’d arrived. He stuck his head out into the hallway but the whole building had the same mournful, abandoned echo. A shiver gripped him – all the more dramatic in a body that always ran so hot. He searched the apartment. Their sleeping bag was folded neatly in a corner of the hall. His own he found moved to his bedroom, spread out with pillow, blanket and a sheet of paper laid on top. He recognised their handwriting.

Hey Bucky,

Wasn’t sure when to expect you back. I’m so sorry – looks like I might have to miss dinner after all. I need to go do something. Should be back by 9 at the latest so… maybe save me some if I didn’t piss you off too much by ditching? Sorry, again. Sorry sorry sorry. See you later.

Hive x

Bucky stood in his bedroom doorway with the note in his hand and shot a look at the things he’d left in the kitchen – the wok and utensils he’d been managing without, the extra bowl, plate, cutlery, and the bag spilling spring onions and packets of noodles beside them. Gotta do what they gotta do, he supposed. The note creased in his fingers. No problem. Might take him a while to get this right anyway. He’d cook, and they’d probably be back by the time he was done, sure.

With how many people who’d love to know where to find Bucky Barnes in tow?

They don’t want to be found themselves. They wouldn’t bring anyone back here…

The nightmare act really sucked you in, didn’t it? Who knows who they really are? Even if they are in hiding from someone, aren’t there plenty of people who’d trade the whereabouts of the Winter Soldier for better protection than hiding out with a monster who already nearly killed them? Not a high bar, is it?

So what’s your suggestion?

What time is it?

What?

They said they’d be back by nine.

Probably so we’d stay put and off guard.

What time is it?

He’d never bothered to get a clock. He pulled out his phone.

22:27

His eyes shot to the window.

Note: Thanks for reading, y'all! And thank you to all the wonderful providers of prompt events without which I probably wouldn't have started writing again. Special thank you to my boys for inspiring me and keeping me motivated.

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ao3feed-peterstiles · 1 year ago

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To New Beginnings (So Long As It's With You)

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55552609 by cywscross A single deviation lands Stiles and Peter in a whole new world. They both agree that they're far better for it. Words: 6517, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 4 of 51+ Crossover Fandoms Challenge, Part 5 of Post-July Break Bingo 2023, Part 34 of 100 Prompts Challenge, Part 7 of Across the Universe Bingo, Part 4 of Gen Prompt Bingo [Round 25], Part 1 of Seasonal Delights Bingo: Language of Flowers [Card 2], Part 1 of Seasonal Delights Bingo: Types of Love [Card 1], Part 5 of Lyrical Escape Bingo, Part 2 of Any Fandom Angst Bingo, Part 2 of Winter Break Advent 2023, Part 6 of Fandom-Free Bingo: Frosty Edition, Part 2 of Fandom-Free Bingo: Flight Edition, Part 4 of Fandom-Free Bingo: Valentine Edition, Part 1 of Fandom-Free Bingo: Wild Edition [Card 2], Part 1 of Fandom-Free Bingo: WBN Edition [Card 2], Part 1 of Fandom-Free Bingo: Maritime May Edition [Card 2], Part 3 of Eclipsing Bingo Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Post-Teen Wolf (TV) Season 6A, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Dimension Travel, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Crossover, Original Character(s), Established Relationship, Domestic, POV Outsider, POV Multiple, Alternate Universe - Solo Leveling Fusion, Don't copy to another site Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55552609

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Title: To New Beginnings (So Long As It's With You) Fandom: Teen Wolf x Solo Leveling Character/Pairing: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Original Characters Rating: T Word Count: 6,517 Summary: A single deviation lands Stiles and Peter in a whole new world.

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voiceoffenrisulfr · 6 months ago

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Near Misses and Nearly Missed - Chapter Two Lost and Found.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> James "Bucky" Barnes x Original Nonbinary Character (Soldierbug)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> The next day. And the start of every next day.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 2129

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (E) Smut, snowed in (but fine about it).

𝐀/𝐍 -> Even more smut, and the end of my entirely pointless but kind of adorable two-parter. Enjoy!

Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Divider by us!

<- Chapter One

Prompts used (boards at the end);

- “Do You Know What’s Out There in the World?” – @anyfandomfluffbingo; - ‘Ugly Crying’, ‘Sleepy Sex’, “I Don’t Have Anything Left to Lose.”, “Turn the Light Out.”– @fandom-free-bingo (Flight); - ‘Free Use’, “Who Was That?”, ‘Frostbite’– Fandom-Free Bingo(Frosty); - ‘Semi Conscious’ – @hurtcomfort-bingo (CO42); - “Are You Okay With This?” – @julybreakbingo (Kofi Exclusive); - ‘One Day Together or One Good Memory’– July Break Bingo (Summer); - “Does That Hurt?”, ‘Sex in the Morning or Sex in the Kitchen’ – July Break Bingo (4x4); - ‘Snowed-in’ – @multifandom-flash Bingo (New Year - Gen);

When I woke to sunlight spilling through curtains I’d forgotten to close, I groaned, muscles aching with exhaustion and face hot from the light reflected in my metal arm. I went to roll, eyes still squeezed shut, but the shift in position drew my attention to the weight pressing down on my bicep.

Raising my free hand to block the dazzling morning light, the futuristic compound scattering opalescent sundrops across the room, I looked down at the body curled against my chest, breathing steadily in sleep, two-tone hair standing out in a gravity-defying display that made me grin.

I didn’t imagine it.

My mind flashed through the events of the previous day – our accident, borne of my irritation and distraction; their own annoyance and ill-preparedness for the climate of upstate New York; the way their skin glowed when I finally touched them.

Oh, the touching…

The space between my thighs ached at the thought, recalling the feeling of their wetness rutting against mine with wanton desire, and they moaned softly, squirming in the sleep and curling nearer. “Mm, James…” they murmured, fingers curling against me as I trembled at the sound, holding them a little tighter. Mars’ eyelashes fluttered and flickered open, fixing me in a hazy, sleepy gaze. “Hey, horny,” they mumbled, smirking, and I tipped their chin up to kiss them softly.

“Can’t help it… Woke up beside my soulmate,” I whispered, and they beamed.

“Pretty sure you have a relevant fantasy here, too…” they offered, one leg coming up over my hip to press nearer. I quivered and nodded, hips twitching unconsciously, and their eyes closed once more, head falling back as they hummed softly. “God… Please…”

That was all the encouragement I needed. Within a heartbeat, I was reaching to scrabble blindly in my toy drawer once more, sliding into a harness with the speed that came with studious practice in anticipation of this day. They smirked knowingly without opening their eyes – but at the first probe of my cock gently against their already slick folds, their gaze found mine, lips parting in anticipation.

My eyes were locked on theirs as I pressed inside them slowly, light and dark fixed intently in one another’s sights, even as their pupils blew wide and their skin glowed under my hands. “Does that hurt?” I breathed, patiently sinking half an inch further as they shook their head insistently.

“So good… So big…” they whimpered, head falling back, and I groaned, hand finding the small of their back to pull them closer, to take them deeper, lips falling ravenously on the throat offered so willingly to my mercy.

“You know so many of my fantasies,” I noted breathlessly as my hips met theirs, the fingertips of my free hand holding their thigh tightly as they trembled around my sheathed length. “Tell me one of yours.”

They blushed shyly, shifting to press their forehead to mine. “I-I don’t…” The redness of their cheeks increased as they stammered, and I raised an eyebrow, beginning to move painfully slowly inside them.

“Tell me how to make you feel good, acushla,” I purred, one hand moving between their legs to caress their clit lightly, letting out a quiet groan at the brush of my cock as it moved inside their soaked hole, their pitiful, pleasured whimpers making the ache between my own legs intensify. “Tell me what you used to think about in the darkness, legs spread, crying out for me…”

My hips snapped forward, eliciting a deafening moan and hands grasping at my shoulders in desperation. “I-I thought about you degrading me,” they admitted, bright-eyed and breathless, moving against me as best they could as their nails curled against my skin. “I th- mm! – I thought about you calling me a whore and a fucktoy, and tying me down with my legs spread, free for you to use as and when you wanted…”

I growled with desire, shifting to pin them beneath me, pressing myself deeper as their legs wrapped around my hips instinctively. “That sounds so good, sweetheart… I love the thought of you being at my disposal, so needy and eager…”

They whined hungrily, pussy growing ever wetter beneath my tender caresses. “Please, James- please, I-I want- I need- Please-”

I crooned my sympathetic understanding, lengthening my thrusts until every inch of silicone was utilised and they were gasping and writhing, hips moving time with my own, back arching in a desperate attempt to take me further inside them. “That’s it, baby,” I purred as their muscles grew tight with impending release, slamming into them harder, their body jerking under the force. “That’s it - give me everything, my love… Come for me.”

They cried out at my command, every atom of their body convulsing and spasming frantically as they came undone beneath me, sobbing their pleasure as they impaled themselves desperately on my length.

I kept my pace steady until their wire-tight frame release, slowing gradually, trembling with the effort and drawing to a halt, resting my sweat-damp forehead against their collarbone gently.

They lay in my arms for over an hour, tears drying from their face-crumpling, bone-trembling sobbing, overwhelming and overstimulated and overtired. It was surreal, watching them doze against my chest, blazes of light following my fingertips as I traced patterns on the exposed skin of their spine. I found myself quite unable to lapse back into sleep, lost in the mesmerising display of their flesh and the feeling of their soft, sleep-warm body pressed close against me.

When they stirred at last, they seemed startled to find me sliding back between the sheets, a fresh cup of tea releasing curling whisps of steam into the cool morning air from where it rested on the bedside table. Once their wide eyes had relaxed again, I gently guided their body back to me, sighing happily when they proved only too happy to resume their position curled against my side.

“We’re a little snowed in,” I murmured, lovingly smoothing stray tendrils of hair from their forehead. They simply smiled, purred, and curled closer, leaving me to chuckle in surprise. “I thought my little city mouse would be more afraid. You astound me.”

“I can think of worse things than being trapped here with you. This is exactly where I want to be,” they breathed back, cheek rubbing gently against my chest.

My gaze shifted to the gap in the curtains, revelling in the specific contentment that comes from being encased in comfort and warmth while watching a snowstorm. “I can’t think of anything better,” I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to their hair.

We were startled from our contented slumbering by an obtrusive ringing, and I snorted.

“Is that the theme song from Jurassic Park?”

“Yes,” they replied stubbornly, one eyebrow raising as they reached for their cell. “Do you have a problem with Jurassic Park?”

“No, it’s one of my favourite movies,” I replied, chuckling and kissing their temple fondly as they nestled back against me to answer the call.

“Hello? … Yes… No, I don’t know… No… No… No, I don’t think so, sorry… I guess so? …A few weeks, maybe? I’m not sure yet… I’ll let her know… I know, but… Yeah, I guess. Okay… Okay. I’ll see you then. I love you too.”

They dropped their cell to the bed with a sigh, curling closer into my side, and I cocked my head curiously. “Who was that? Not that you have to tell me,” I added quickly, flushing. They let out a quiet, musical laugh, and pressed a kiss to my chest.

“My mum,” they answered readily, earning a grin at the cute English inflection. “She calls every week or so, just to check in. She wanted to know if I’ll be coming home for my sister’s birthday.” They chewed on their lip nervously, and I felt my forehead crease minutely in concern.

“Are you okay?”

With a soft shrug, they shook their head. “I know she wants me to come back, but… I can’t leave. Not now. Not when we’ve only just met…”

I smiled gently, holding them closer. “When’s the birthday?”

They scowled, unable to meet my gaze. “Next week…” Fingers curling against my skin, they shimmied ever impossibly closer. “I don’t know how we’re going to… Arrange this, but… I don’t want to go. All I know is that I don’t want to go… I mean, I have no problem with seeing my sister for her birthday, I just… I don’t want to leave you.”

“Then don’t,” I whispered softly, pressing a tender kiss to their forehead. “If you want to go, I’ll come with you, if you want. If you’d rather stay here, we can do that, too. You can stay here as long as you like, sweetheart. Forever, if you’re so inclined. And I’ll go anywhere you ask of me.”

Their eyes filled with tears as they found mine once more, shining and joyous. “You will?”

“Of course I will,” I chuckled, tipping their chin up to kiss them softly. “I waited long enough for you. I’m not letting you go that easy.”

They grinned broadly, arms raising to snake around my neck. No sooner had their lips brushed mine than they bolted upright, looking surprisingly alert and excited. “Oh, hey – you still haven’t shown me your studio!”

I laughed, shaking my head fondly, and sat up with a groan of effort. “Alright. Come on, then.”

They circled the top floor with fascination, fingers grazing lightly over paint and canvas, eyes wide. “You made all these?” they clarified softly, blinking owlishly when I offered a sheepish nod in response. “You’re amazing.”

I grinned shyly, leaning against the railing above the stairs to watch as they moved through my space. They paused at each photograph blown large, each smear of graphite and paint, gazing with unrestrained adoration. “It pays the bills,” I replied, shrugging lightly. “I worked retail when I was a teen; it’s definitely nicer to be doing something I love.”

They smiled, glancing back at me only briefly before returning to my work. “I know the feeling,” they hummed, nodding. “I had this office job, which… Well, let’s just say that it wasn’t good for my mental health.” With a visible shudder, they paused, eyes shifting to the snow still blurring the world beyond the window. “It’s really coming down out there, huh?”

I nodded, taking a long sip of my coffee and letting the heat radiate through me with a comfortable shiver. “Yeah – it can get pretty bad up here. You’d likely have gotten frostbite if I hadn’t found you,” I added with a worried frown. “… It was pretty reckless, what you did.”

They shrugged one shoulder noncommittally, watching the storm in silence for a few minutes. “I’d have been fine. I had a blanket…”

“It’s not just the cold,” I replied, voice soft and gentle as I moved closer, wrapping my warm arm around their waist to hold them against my chest, the metal limb carefully positioned away from their body. “Do you know what’s our there in the world?”

Another shrug, and they leant back, head finding my shoulder peacefully. “I didn’t have anything left to lose. I had to try, you know?”

“And now?” I countered quietly, cheek meeting their hair. “Are you okay with this? With…” I gestured about us – at the cabin, the storm, and the life I’d already begun to lovingly carve out for them. “Everything?” They glanced back at me, brow furrowed in confusion, and I smiled softly. “Y’know. We don’t have to live here – in this house, in this countr-”

“Are you crazy?”

I blinked in surprise, and they laughed. “This… Everything you’ve made here… It’s perfect. All of it. I couldn’t be happier, Buck. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

Purring, I reached past them to place my coffee on the low table, wrapping my arms around them more securely. “I can’t stop thinking the same.” I turned them to face me, fingers tracing along their spine gently. They trembled under my touch, stretching up on their toes to kiss me softly, hand tangling in my hair. Immediately, I found myself helpless, hands sliding beneath their ass to lift them, their legs wrapping around my waist. I groaned softly against their lips, all thoughts of my studio and conversation and anything except them fading from my mind. My feet began moving without forethought, carrying them instinctively, their hands on my neck making goosebumps rise.

Their back met the door as I kicked it close behind us, fingers curling in their waistband with a hungry groan. “Turn the light out,” I breathed, warmth spreading through my extremities at their soft, happy laugh as they reached for the switch.

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