#i just wish she had shut him down or been super clear (and not said that she had feelings for him) ab her marriage.

[1-8oo-wtfbro]

does anyone else not like when they give house a romantic subplot or romance? Honestly just feels so unsatisfying to me. let this man commit crimes in peace??

[bettymylove]

Hiii, just started following you, your work if amazing 👏 love it. I love smut but I love fluff as well. Was wondering if you could do a fluff for me.

Reader × Theodore nott

Reader is shy, sensitive and can't say no to anyone. Reader and Theo are already dating and he is super overprotective. One day when she's in class, a boy asks her to tutor him so she starts tutoring him, but during their lesson he starts touching her is inappropriately, she ends up leaving in tears(he didn't do much, he just touched her thighs then shouted at her when she complained). Theodore finds her crying and finds out why and beats the guy up till he has to visit a hospital. I know its long 😭 I just love jealous men

protect

pairing: theo nott x reader

content: read the ask, warnings: fighting, use of the word slut and whore, crying, inappropriate touching

a/n: I love jealous men too😭

Theo had not one idea as to why you were with him. You were a complete sunshine, never said no to anyone and were by far the kindest human theo had ever met.

Though people try to take advantage of your kindness, Theo's always there to protect you. He hates seeing his girl unable to say no even when she wants to and so, he helps her when he can.

However on that particular Saturday morning, your boyfriend hadn't accompanied you to breakfast, running late as usual and you had been approached by a boy in your class.

He had taken the opportunity of the empty seat beside you, which you saved for Theo, and decided to sit on it. Mattheo looked at him with an amused expression, eager to see Theo's reaction.

Theo came stumbling into the great hall, no robe, tie askew, and eyes searching for his beloved. His eyes land upon you, along with your uncomfortable expression.

He sits beside Mattheo, "You've not said anything to this boy?" Theo looks at you while you nod your head at said boy once more and he gets up while having a mischievous smile on his face.

"You really think, if I had said something he would still be there?" Theo chuckled at the statement, getting up to finally sit beside his girlfriend.

"Morning darling, what was that about?" he had a toast in his mouth, hanging off. He was trying to find the butter and you were sure you've never seen a much cuter sight.

Your hands instinctively find his tie, adjusting it as you speak. "He wants me to tutor him this afternoon." You pat his tie one last time before returning to your breakfast.

Theo rolls his eyes at your naiveness and how you don't see that boy was flirting with you, but decided to not say anything.

Later that afternoon, you wished you were still with Theo when you were sitting in the library with the boy whose name you had forgotten by now was sitting way too close.

You had decided if he moved any closer you would say something, anything. His hand moved around your shoulders, awkardly pulling you in, while his other hand met your thighs and you pulled away.

Your pulling away didn't help because the hand around your shoulder only pulled you closer. "Please move away from me." You had finally let out.

"Why, cause you're a little slut, whoring yourself out for your little boyfriend?" His words hit you, is this how people perceived you?

You had finally broken free of his hold, pushing yourself up along with your bag and running towards your dorms.

You shut the door, threw your bag on the floor, and got in your bed. You hugged your knees to your chest and started bawling your eyes out.

It was evening now and Theo hadn't seen you, deciding to check up on you, he went to your dorm. Knocking slightly, he entered and immediately thoughts of worry filled him.

You had cried, that much was clear from your face, but he wanted to know why. He sat beside you and you immediately hugged him, starting to cry again.

"What happened darling?" He asked in the most gentle voice he could muster up. He was ready to kill whoever had done this to his girl, but first he needed her to calm down.

"That boy, from this morning he-" you choked up, remembering his words and his touch and feeling disgusted by it.

"What did that fucker do, did he touch you?" Theo was seething, his jaw was tensed, few of his veins were visible.

You nodded and continued, "He touched me here," You brought his hands to your thighs. "He called me a slut, who was whoring herself out for you" Your voice was heavy and you looked ready to cry again.

Theo pulled up the sleeves of his shirt, wiping your tears with it, and pulled you up on your feet. Getting your shoes, from beside your bed, he knelt and helped you put them on.

"Where are we going, Theo?" you asked while he held your hand and pulled you towards with him to his dorm, you had never seen him this angry.

"To show that idiot, whose girl he was messing with" Slamming the door to his dorm open, he went into his bathroom while Mattheo, Enzo, and Draco looked around in confusion.

Theo came out with a baseball bat, handing one to Mattheo who only grinned and yelled, "Hell yeah" at the sight.

Theo held your hand again, pulling you along with him once more but this time three more boys were accompanying you.

The boy was sitting at the table in the great hall, surrounded by his friends, Theo left your hand and kissed your forehead before pulling the guy backwards using his shirt.

He was on the ground, while all four of them were surrounding him, the boy's friends had ran after seeing exactly who had pulled him down.

"Do you really think, you will mess with my girl and I'll stay silent?" He asked, laughing slightly, swinging the bat over his shoulder and the guy had just started to utter some words before Theo's bat hit his leg.

He groaned out in pain, and you winced at the sight. All three boys had now begun hitting the boy with all their might.

Finally after a while, professor Snape had arrived to break off the fight, giving them all a week's worth of detention while carrying the boy to the hospital wing.

Theo's hand came up to clean his face while he walked towards you, putting your face in his hands he whispered, "I'll always protect you, no matter what" and all you did was smile.

[aureatchi]

“I GET LOST INSIDE ALL THE STARS IN YOUR EYES, IT’S A GALAXY.” ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, nikolai, sigma

— how do the bsd men kiss you? (& other things.)

a/n. rev writes this knowing well she’s awkward w physical touch ‘n has never kissed a guy. hdjshsh.

info. fem!reader. fluff !! + a bit sugg. established relationships. kissing, making out. mentions of bsd s5ep11 spoilers for dazai. pinch of angst if you squint.

DAZAI loves to listen to you ramble. he loves listening to you pour out your mind’s lively ideas to him out loud, whether it’d be something super philosophical that could match even his intellect, or something insignificant like the tv show you were watching last night before you fell asleep, waiting for him to come home. he is fascinated by anything and everything you say—so much, he wants to shroud the part of your body that speaks with love.

Which, of course, applied when Dazai finally returned to you from Meursault, after what had seemed like himself or you trying to cross the infinite sea of time.

You ran towards Dazai, his face clear and unhidden from the full moon’s light. He stood there with the biggest smile on his face, waiting for you to wrap your arms around his neck and envelope his taller figure in your embrace, but oh, he shouldn’t assume and expect loving gestures so quickly.

Instead, he was met with a fist to his chest, a punch with quite some power packed into it. Not enough to actually hurt him, of course, but Dazai would react dramatically either way.

“O-Ow! Bella!? What was that for?”

He looked down at you, catching an emotion as intense as fire in your eyes as you met his concerned, honey-dipped ones back, realizing you were being serious. Your fist was still connected to his upper body, and he stole a quick glance to observe your state—good, she’s been taking care of herself; she hasn’t skipped her meals—before meeting your face once again.

You let him bathe in a few moments of anxious silence before you finally started shouting.

“You didn’t even warn me!”

“I had no idea where you were!”

“Do you know how scared I felt?!”

Dazai continued to stand in place, not backing away when you continued to throw feeble punches at his torso with every frustration you cried out, when tears started to fall from your eyes, and when you stopped boxing him to surrender into his chest but not holding your tongue just yet.

“You’re so stupid and insane for this one, Osamu. Prison?! And you couldn’t even get a telephone to…yknow? Call me? Talk to me? I hate y—”

“Shh.”

Dazai had cupped your face, and before you could speak anymore, he sealed his lips over yours. Immediately, you kissed him back, abandoning all anger toward him by his action.

His eyes were half-lidded as he admired how yours looked in the silver moonlight. Up close, you were encompassed in his signature smell of green tea and a hint of mint, tempting you to keep him close to you even more.

“I…missed you so much, ‘samu” you said in between kisses.

“I’ve missed you even more.” You were lifted off of your feet, legs wrapped around his waist, as Dazai continued to press his mouth onto yours. He meant what he said—he savored the feeling of your warmth on him and the taste of your lips once again after not having it for so long. And robbing you of the same bliss along with it.

“I’m so sorry. I’ll make everything up to you, love,” he whispered as your hands found their way to sift through his soft, brunette hair. “I’ll kiss you as many times as you wish.”

“I’m sure you will even when I don’t wish,” you replied as you both pulled away for air, chuckling. “You’re not sly—we both know you kiss me to shut me up.”

“And I don’t see a problem with it?” he asked, his usual smug smile returning to his face before he gently peppered your forehead next.

“No. No, I don’t either.”

CHUUYA loves to spoil you. the top mafia executive spoils you with gifts, jewelry, accessories, breakfast…lunch…dinner, you name it. he also loves to spoil you with affection. after long days at work, he is always relieved to come home to the one good and comforting person in the world.

“Welcome home, Chuuya!” you greeted as you heard the front door open, the ginger-haired entering the house.

“Whatever you’re making smells delicious, doll,” he responded in a delightful tone, probably the first time he spoke so pleasantly all day.

You smiled. “I just finished making dinner.”

He walked toward you in the kitchen, pulling you into a hug.

“What’s up?” you replied, giggling at embrace as you wrapped your arms around him in return.

“Just missed you, that’s all,” Chuuya replied. “ You’re heaven-sent, yknow.”

You felt touched by his words. “I missed you too, Chuu,” you replied. “And I’m glad you feel that way. You deserve the best, and that’s what I’m trying to be.”

“Doll, you are the best. And you deserve the best,” he responded.

“Like this.” He gently lifted the custom necklace clasped around you. It was his present for one of your anniversaries, brought from some foreign country.

“But you deserve even more than material things.” He moved hair out of your face as he looked into your eyes.

He then moved closer to your face until his lips brushed over yours, and you could feel the warmth of his face.

“Something like this,” he said and then kissed you.

Luxurious as he was, his cologne smelled the same, completely engulfing you in his world. Chuuya showed you just how much you deserved by trailing his hands down to your waist, soothingly adoring every part. Meanwhile, his cerulean eyes gazed into yours, recording how pretty you looked to save in his mind.

“You’re so beautiful, doll.”

He felt you smile against his lips. “And you’re so handsome.” You broke away and then took the hat off of Chuuya’s head.

“You’re like…the person who can pull off the fedora the best.” You placed the hat on your head, his scent even more prominent on that accessory.

“You say that, yet I think I have competition now. Y’look cute with it on too.” Chuuya smiled, approving you with his signature hat.

You placed a kiss on his cheek. “Let’s eat now before the food gets cold.”

RANPO was very high-maintenance. you had to buy him snacks, you had to give him hugs, you had to do anything in the best wishes of the world’s greatest detective or else…he’d whine. and once he started complaining, he would not back down until you gave in. yet, however childish he was, you found him cute and didn’t love ranpo any less for his call of your affection.

“Ranpo! What do you need?”

Your boyfriend had run into the bathroom where you were trying to do your makeup, currently putting lipstick on your face.

“ ‘m really hungry,” he said, obnoxiously staring at you apply the red shade to your lips.

“Hungry? Oh, the snacks are in the pantry. I thought you’d already seen them?”

“No! I don’t want them!”

“Huh?” You paused and immediately turned toward him in utter disbelief that he had just declined his favorite food.

“Are you okay, Ranpo?”

“No!” He was unanticipatedly so loud that you flinched, accidentally running the lipstick off your mouth.

“…You’re not looking for snacks?”

“No!”

“Then what do you want?!”

“You!”

There was an awkward silence, and you noticed Ranpo’s face had gone entirely the shade of your lip as he stood, pouting.

It was apparent he was embarrassed for what he just blurted out. You almost wanted to laugh.

“You could’ve just asked me!” you replied with a chuckle in your voice. “Come here.”

Ranpo trodded toward you, still visibly frustrated.

“What do you want?” you asked.

“Well, first of all, you didn’t kiss me before I left for work this morning!”

You sighed, amused that he was whining so much because of that. And how he would never directly admit what he wanted from you—always making you have to solve puzzles and guess riddles to figure him out.

But it was also incredibly endearing how Ranpo took all your affections toward him to heart, no matter how big or small they were.

“Awh, I’m sorry I missed that,” you replied. “I’ll make that up to you.”

You kissed Ranpo’s cheek, stamping a red signature on the spot. You moved to his other cheek, and then his forehead, and then everywhere in between until he was covered in your smooches.

“Look!” you turned Ranpo toward the mirror for him to see what art you’ve created on him.

“You’re forgetting one place,” he said, turning his face to look at all angles.

“Really? Where?” you asked. He surely didn’t need anymore—his whole face showed proof you touched him everywhere with your lips.

“Here stupid, duuuuh,” he responded, kissing you on the lips. He moved your back to the edge of the sink counter, and then lifted you up to sit on it.

“Hungry, are you?” you giggled as he teased you with his tongue. “I avoided that spot on purpose, stupid.”

“Who are you calling stupid, stupid?” He ran his thumb over the stain your lipstick messed up on. You could feel him smirk.

“You, stupid! It was your fault after all. And look at your face!”

“Sweetheart, if you’re calling me stupid, you are too. One, you’re just stupid, and two, you’re stupid for being with me!”

You pulled back, laughing. “If I must be stupid to be with you, then I guess I’m stupid.”

“There’s a solution! If you call me smart, it’ll make you smart.”

“Fine, Ranpo. You’re the smartest person I know in this world.”

NIKOLAI loves surprising you. he finds your sudden reactions nothing short of adorable. which is why he caught you off-guard so much, so that he could see the cute responses you made, duh? widened eyes, mini jumps, and yelps were a few things he oddly took delight in.

Which is why the jester loves to surprise you with a kiss whenever he greets you. Though, whenever he does, you receive no warning. And you never know whether he wants to give you a simple peck on the lips or a full-on makeout session. It was expected to always be unexpected.

You were walking down the hallway to your room with a basket of clean laundry when you suddenly heard the all-too-familiar cheery, charismatic voice.

“Dove being productive, hm?” he chirped.

You scanned the entire room with your eyes, but you couldn’t see Nikolai anywhere, even though there was nowhere to hide.

“Kolya?”

“Hehe…I think it’s time for a quiz time!! Where am I?

“Am I here?” You heard a swift movement to the right of you, but as you turned, nothing was there.

“Orrr, here?” Now, you felt something brush your left side, but once again, when you turned to look, you were greeted only by Casper.

“How about here?” His voice was suddenly quieter but closer, more intimate.

You felt his frame against your back.

“Kolya!” you jolted in reflex, dropping the laundry basket—not expecting Nikolai to appear right behind you—but then, he surprised you even more by turning your face to the side and crashing his lips into yours.

He was so tall that he could easily lean over you to kiss you from behind your back.

You made a muffled squeal, and in the next moment, Nikolai had you against the wall with your hands above your head.

He stared at you as if nothing else in the world mattered because he already knew the reaction he would get out of you. You felt so shy and vulnerable under his complete gaze, but Nikolai was also mean—he didn’t allow you to move an inch to save face.

He wanted to enjoy the full show.

“H-hey! You can at least blink…” you blurted out when he finally let your face go, though he immediately grabbed you again seconds after.

“Hm? What’d you say, dove?” he asked, kissing you again. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were so soft and tasted like candy—how could he not be greedy for more?

“You’re so cute, baby!” he exclaimed when he finally pulled back. You were panting—Nikolai showed no mercy when he wanted you to himself.

But you still smiled in return when he gently bopped you on the nose with his mouth, a stark contrast to what he just did.

“Ah, did I get carried away?” He only then noticed you out of breath. “Sorry, I just missed you so much!”

“It’s alright,” you replied, hugging him, the scent of strawberry cake lingering on his body. “Though, whatever happened to a hi; hello?”

“You’ll never get anything boring from me, dove,” Nikolai giggled. “That’s one thing I’m certain of.”

SIGMA treats you like the most precious thing in the world, a princess. you need your shoes tied? oh, he’s on the floor with the laces. you need to go somewhere? he’s driving you there. you want to visit the sky casino? he would rig all the games so that you’d win every time. sigma is sweet and polite—he would always make sure you are fine with something before going ahead with it.

“How about here? I think this is a nice spot.”

“Okay! Let’s set our stuff here then.”

You and Sigma set down everything you brought for your evening picnic on the hills. The spot he had pointed out was directly in front of the sun setting behind the mountains, its golden glow bathing the earth in the day’s final hour of light.

Once all the food was organized on the blanket, you took out a couple of ribbons from your pocket.

“Do you want me to help you?” Sigma asked as you tried to figure out where to put them in your already-styled hair without a mirror. He noticed your struggle.

“Oh! Sure,” you replied with a shy smile, and immediately after, he was behind you, taking the braids in your hair and tying the ribbons onto those.

“Thank you,” you replied when he was done, and when Sigma stepped back, he smiled in admiration.

“Of course.” He took your hand as you both sat beside each other.

“It’s so pretty here.” You turned to face the mountains, the sun halfway below the horizon. “You were right; this is the perfect spot!”

You looked back at Sigma, but it seemed like he paid no attention to the view at all. His eyes were only on you.

“…Sigma?”

“Y-you look really pretty,” he said, eyes not leaving once you made eye contact with him.

“…Can I kiss you?”

Immediately, you felt your heart melt because your lover was so innocent and lovely. You had been together for months, yet he was still asking for permission to kiss you.

“Of course, Sigma! We’re literally dating, you can kiss me whenever you want.”

“O-okay!” You giggled at his smitten reaction.

You closed your eyes and puckered your lips in a dramatic act of preparation.

It seemed you had been mistaken, though. Because, he had kissed you on the forehead.

“O-Ohh—oops, I thought you meant-”

But then, Sigma’s lips were over yours. His hand that wasn’t holding yours gently guided your face towards his. His touches were all tender, expressing how much he adored you.

You wrapped your own free hand around his neck, pulling him closer. You opened your eyes slightly to take a peek, seeing his own were fluttered closed under such pretty eyelashes, and his expression content, basking in your comfort.

It was as if you and him finally breaking away was the moon’s cue to rise. The sun had set entirely by the time you were done, shades of warm-toned colored clouds left as a trail.

“That was sneaky of you, Sigma,” you laughed, cheeks warm and your head a bit hazy from how everything in the setting was so dreamy. “You tricked me by going for my forehead first.”

“I wasn’t going to kiss you straight-up like that! It was intimidating, you just waiting!”

You laughed some more, seeing his own cheeks tint a light shade of pink. “Come on, let’s eat.”

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© aureatchi 2023. no reposts or translations. do not steal.

[jji-lee]

as he sat on your pink fluffy couch, haechan wondered how the hell he got himself in this situation. he fidgeted in his seat, silence eating him alive. he looked up quickly, catching a glimpse of you before immediately ducking his head back down.

if he had known he'd been called over to get stared down by five very attractive individuals, he probably would've ignored the job offer and forced himself to live with the burden of poverty. you five had been looking over at him and whispering to one another for the past ten minutes, leaving him sat there, tense and sweaty.

.

he had been greeted at the door by the short pretty boy, huang renjun, kinda mean but nice enough to appear welcoming. and then he was guided into your bedroom by a taller bulkier male, lee jeno, kind smile but kinda intimidating. as he waited for "the boss" to be out of the bathroom (that's what everyone had been calling you), he was questioned by another pretty boy, na jaemin. he asked him about photography which helped ease his nerves.

"donghyuck, you're like a camera god, don't look so nervous, there's no one better for this job than you!"

he wish he knew what the job actually was, but he'd just have to wait for "the boss" to be ready. he also wishes that you'd hurry up because during the wait, a female had appeared. she was dressed in all black, outfit simple yet very fashionable, aeri uchinaga or giselle which she preferred to be called. hyuck avoided eye contact with her as best as he could, only mumbling a little hi, eyes focused on the super interesting piece of lint on his pants.

.

when you had finally come in hyuck made the mistake of looking up, swallowing thick as he stared you down. you were gorgeous wow, well you were all gorgeous, but you, you were something out of his wet dreams. your cute little outfit snug tight against your body, wait was that appropriate for a job interview?

"taaa-daaa!"

you spun around on your heels, hands on your hips as you posed for everyone to see. hyuck's mouth went dry as he watched you.

"stop putting on a show you're scaring the poor kid, hurry up so we can do the interview."

jaemin rushed you onto the bed facing hyuck. you leaned forward from your seat reaching your hand out to greet haechan.

"hey hyuck-"

he blushed at the nickname.

"nice to meet you, i'm y/n, the one actually hiring you."

he shook your hand quickly, pulling his own back like he had just been burned.

"nice to meet you too, y/n."

he avoided eye contact eyes drifting towards your cleavage as you bent in front of him. haechan shut his eyes bringing his hands onto his lap to hide his arousal, are you a fucking teenager get a grip! you giggled sitting back down on the bed as your other four friends joined you, and that's how it began.

.

haechan feels like he's been sitting there for hours listening to you all whisper, occasional pushes and shoves being exchanged between the five of you. renjun was the first to speak, clearing his throat before starting,

"i'm gonna be blunt with you lee donghyuck. y/n is a cam girl and we want you to record her streams for her-"

"and occasionally take her sexy twitter posts!"

"yes... like giselle said, and take pictures of her. she's going to be nude almost all of the time, or as close to naked as she can get. can you handle that?"

hyuck thinks maybe god hates him, or maybe he really loves him because what the actual hell is going on. he stared at the five of you eyes wide, processing what renjun had just said.

"look now you've scared him!"

jaemin slapped renjun's thigh, an apologetic smile on his face.

"i wish i could make this better for you donghyuck, but i don't think there's any way to sugar coat this."

haechan bit his lip, looking towards you.

.

you knew from the moment you had walked in that donghyuck had zero experience with women. the way he avoided eye contact and the way he stole glances at your breasts and bare legs. so the shock on his face at the job description was more than expected, what you didn't expect to feel so bad for him. he looked like a deer caught in headlights, ready to run away at the slightest threat.

"everyone out."

your friends looked at you confused as you pointed to the door.

"you heard me everyone out. now- no not you hyuck sit down."

you watched as he nervously sat back down, ready to leave at your command. your friends exchanged glances as they exited the room, unsure of what you were planning on doing.

.

haechan could feel the heat rise in his body as you shut the door behind them. why on earth did you want to be alone with him?

he tried to calm his breathing as he watched you kneel in front of him, placing your hands on his thighs, dick twitching at the touch, for the love of god lee donghyuck relax.

"hey, hyuck look at me, please?"

he sighed before raising his gaze to meet your eyes, a gentle smile on your lips.

"i know this sounds crazy, and i know i should have told you what the job was before you came."

he nodded in agreement, a giggle leaving you lips,

"so, lee donghyuck, right now i am y/n y/l/n the college student, but when i do my job i am craftykitty the camgirl."

wait- you were who? craftykitty? the camgirl that kept him up for countless nights, moaning into his pillows so his roommates wouldn't hear him? the camgirl that he spends hundreds of dollars on? his dream camgirl that is kneeled in front of his hands on his thighs? he stared at you with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape.

"i've seen your work and i know you're capable of doing the job right hyuck, but it's up to you okay? i've been doing this cam stuff for a while but this is my first time actually telling someone who i am, so please if you don't want the job can you at least keep my identity a secret?"

.

you let out a nervous laugh, forgetting that donghyuck hadn't signed the NDA yet. what are you even rambling about telling a complete stranger your identity and you don't even know if he'll take the job-

"i'll do it."

now it was your turn to looked shocked. his cheeks were flushed and his nervousness was clear in the way he picked at the fur on your couch.

"i'll do it, just, i just need some time to adjust, i want my focus to be 100% through the lens, i'll be okay as long as i look at you through the camera."

you pushed yourself off the floor, a wide smile on your lips,

"perfect! we can do whatever you want hyuck! you can have that damn camera stuck to your eyes if you want!"

you sprinted towards the door hitting it harshly, yelps coming from the other side of it.

"i know you guys were listening! he said he'll do it! get the paperwork!"

you turned back to him quickly,

"how about we do some practice shots so you can get warmed up, hm?"

truthfully haechan wanted to say no, he wanted nothing more than to run back to his dorm and shove his hand down his pants, your face still clear in his mind. but as he looked up at your bright smile he fears that he might agree to anything you say, all you had to do was ask.

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notes: literally rewrote this like 10 times i am struggling guys 😭 i wrote like 3 midterm essays today i don't have brain power. but for nerd hyuck i will make an exception, hope you guys are liking it!

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[camilyscove]

TO RISK IT ALL . RAFE CAMERON ⍟

trope : friends to lovers .

genre : angst .

summary : you’re ready to risk your friendship with the pogues, and the freedom of your life if it means being with rafe .

WARNING (S) : some dark content .

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO risk it all?

it means to be willing to throw everything away, for one sole purpose. and what exactly was yours?

rafe.

it always had been. ever since you were five-years old, new to the island and best friends with sarah cameron, his little sister. you looked up to him, and anyone else would’ve said he was a bad influence, but he was different at that time.

he was responsible, super mature for an eight-year old. you liked how he seemed so sophisticated, so eager to speak to the adults.

you soon realized when you were older that, he did it so his father would maybe take in the fact that he was worthy of his attention and time. not just sarah. he was enough, too. he could be grown-up, too. he could. if ward fucking cameron just gave him a chance, he could.

you wished he did.

maybe now, rafe wouldn’t be a psychotic, out-of-control murderer.

maybe.

you stood frozen in place, shock overwhelming you as you stared at the cold, dead body of sheriff peterkin. you tried to look away, but you couldn’t. her eyes were drained of life, her face pale. her lips were cracked, and you desperately prayed to God that you’d see her chest move in an inhale of a much-needed breath.

she didn’t breathe.

she never would again. she’d never be able to continue living as the good person she was, never be able to spend time with her family, never, never, never.

it hurt.

her uniform was covered in the dark red substance that you tried to convince yourself wasn’t blood.

“get y/n out of here! go!” you heard a voice say. it was faint, and you felt like you weren’t really there. like it was all a dream and you were going to wake up any second now. but you didn’t. instead, someone gripped your arm tightly and dragged you into the truck.

“i got it all under control, baby. okay?”

you looked up, and the ringing in your ears came to an abrupt stop. your dazed, teary eyes cleared, and you stared at rafe.

this wasn’t the man you loved.

was it?

“okay? you understand that?”

when you continued to stay silent, the horrified look on your face bound to haunt rafe for the rest of his life, he slammed his hand against the seat, right next to your head. “you fucking understand?”

you flinched, nodding quickly as you tried to swallow the bile coming up your throat.

“i— i had to protect my dad.” he pointed at himself, his lip quivering. he backed up and sped out of there, flying down the road. “she was gonna shoot him. she— she was gonna—” he cut himself off with a huff.

“i had to take care of business okay?” he kept looking back and forth at you and the road, and you feared that if he didn’t calm down, he would crash the car with both of you in it.

“okay,” you croaked out, your voice a tiny whisper; shaky and uncertain. rafe must’ve detected that, because his breathing got heavier, the engraged look in his eyes intensifying.

“look at me.” when you didn’t answer, he let out a breathy laugh. he was slowly cracking. “y/n, fucking look at me.”

you slowly turned to meet his eyes you once couldn’t imagine not loving. you were afraid. afraid he was going to hurt you, afraid for sheriff peterkin and how her life was just ended in one bullet.

“i had to do it.”

“stop,” you said, shaking you head as you hit your lip, your tears making your vision blurry.

“you know that, y/n! i’m not crazy!”

“shut up! shut the fuck up!” rafe tried to speak, but you kept shaking your head violently. “rafe, shut up! shut the hell up! shut up shut up shut up!” you screamed, chocked sobs racking through your body. you held your head in your hands, shaking like a wet dog.

rafe turned to you, yelling as you screamed at him to drive. he looked back at the road to see he had drifted onto the other side of the pavement, a car about to slam into the truck. he quickly swerved, throwing you into the door. “don’t— don’t fucking do that, y/n. you want me to crash the car?”

“i told you to stop!”

“you trying to kill us?”

“you murdered her, rafe! you shot her, no fucking hesitation!” you sobbed, trying to muffle your whimpers as you cried. rafe shook his head vigorously, slamming on the brakes.

he looked at you, taking in your current state. your hair was disheveled, tears streaming down your face and your hand shaking from where you covered your mouth. he realized that he, rafe cameron, was the reason of your pain and fear. he made it his life goal to keep you safe, protect you from harm, and yet he had just traumatized you. he sighed, throwing his head back.

“baby, c’mon,” he mumbled, reaching his hand out to you. you moved away from him, afraid that maybe what he did to sheriff peterkin, he’d do to you.

“i’m not gonna hurt you, okay? i love you.”

when you didn’t respond, he felt a panic rise up inside of him. you always said ‘i love you, too.’ your silence felt like a knife to the back, like you were refusing to accept the fact that a killer like rafe, loved an innocent witness like you.

“y/n? i said i love you. i love you so—“

“let me out.”

his eyebrows furrowed together. “what?”

“let me out. if you love me so much, let me the hell out of this damn car,” you whispered, your voice wavering. you felt pathetic, ashamed of yourself that even if you didn’t say it back, you still felt it. the love you had for him was unconditional.

“you know i can’t do that, baby.”

“why? because you don’t trust me?”

“i— y/n, you just saw me shoot the fucking sheriff. you stood there and watched. i can’t—“

you shook your head, averting your eyes away from his.

“fine, rafe. just drive the fucking car. “

“you have to tell me you’re not going to tell anyone i did it.”

you quieted, and rafe pinched the bridge of his nose. “did you not hear me? tell— no, promise me you’re going to tell nobody you were there.”

“i promise, rafe.”

for the rest of the ride, it was silent except for rafe’s distracted, incoherent mumbles. when you finally got to Tannyhill, you didn’t know what to do.

not even an hour later, cops showed up at the house. they questioned rafe, rose, and then you.

you glanced over at rafe’s looming figure in the doorway, how he stared at you so intently.

“you were there?”

you nodded slowly, shifting your gaze to the police officer sitting in front of you. “and you saw who did it?”

“yes.”

“who did it, sweetheart?” the other cop spoke up, sitting down next to the other, not taking their eyes off of you.

you didn’t speak for a moment or two, your eyes constantly landing back on rafe.

you knew.

you knew it was rafe who shot peterkin. who mercilessly killed her, no doubts in his mind as he did so.

and yet all you could get out was,

“john b.”

and the worst part wasn’t even the fact that he was your best friend, but that you didn’t know if you were lying because you loved rafe, or if you were afraid of him.

you convinced yourself it was because you loved him.

but in the back of your mind, the one lingering thought would be that you were scared he’d shoot a bullet right through you, just as he had done to the sheriff.

you had doubts.

‘what would have happened if you said it was rafe?’ you’d think to yourself on the regular

would he have still loved you, just as you had still loved him after witnessing him murder someone?

or would his love turn into hatred? would he come for you next?

you’d never know.

because your love for him was too strong to tell the truth.

[lovelybarnes]

Sadistic- B. Barnes

Pairings: bucky barnes x reader, other characters make an appearance but it’s mainly natasha romanoff Warnings: mean bucky kind of, mutual pining, teasing, reader being flustered, super projection of my obsession with peanuts right now About: request! Bucky and reader didn’t get along and then bucky discovers she has a sensitive neck and basically uses it against her.

​​Bucky notices you before he sees you.

You’re hidden behind the kitchen island with your legs crossed beneath you and your fingertips grazing the tiles, the few stray strands of hair peeking past the granite of the counter giving you away.

He contemplates turning back nearly immediately, your presence pushing him out of a room as much as it is pulling him in, but it’s sheer greed that makes him lean on his feet, standing at a subtle angle to get even a brief look at you.

Your eyes are glassy and unfocused when he meets them, puckering aimlessly with the arrival of a crease between your brows. He shifts awkwardly in the entrance of the common room, watching you cautiously.

You don’t seem to notice his attention at all, eerily still and uncharacteristically distracted. Bucky should clear his throat, ask if you’re okay, but he hasn’t said something so kind to you in a while, and he’s unwilling to do so now.

What he should do, grounded in stupid values and teenage pride, is set his shoulders, stop squinting to see the outline of your lashes, and push past you to get to the fridge. You’re the one on the ground. He’s an innocent, thirsty bystander who has been looking forward to the cucumber water in the fridge all day.

He pauses, moves his limbs a little to see if you notice. If you do, maybe you’ll push yourself away from smack-dab middle, or maybe your eyes will widen in that sweet, apologetic way they do, where your lashes pinch at the corners in guilt, voice starting in an excuse he’ll scowl at, forcing yours to twist down wrongly at his reaction.

He can admit he’s selfish when you don’t waver and he stays put. Crassly, he leans against the wall and lets his pupils drag down your profile. He flushes immediately with heat and wishes you would rise to your feet and scold him for staring. He isn’t sure what sick part of him would like that most.

But you stay like that for a while, and when you do notice him, it’s an entirely underwhelming consequence. Your shoulders jump only barely and you offer him a vacant blink.

“Hey, Bucky.”

Your voice is quieter than usual but just as sordidly kind.

He grunts in response, setting his attention away from you and pretending like it was never there to start. You shift away when he steps in front of you, narrowly missing your nail. You frown down at your hands, glancing up at Bucky’s back.

He hears you stand, the soft sound your fingers make against the cupboard and the inhale you take. You twist your mouth and squeeze your fingers, eyes on him from your distance. He doesn’t turn to you.

“What’re you looking for?” you ask after a few seconds.

“Water.”

“Water,” you repeat. “The cucumber one? I’m so sorry, I just grabbed the last bit.”

He makes a low noise, shutting the refrigerator. “It’s fine.”

“No, no,” you argue, turning around to pull a mug from behind the fruit bowl. It’s chipped at the rim, with a pale yellow handle and thin vertical indents around its body. A bumpy orange mushroom is embossed over green blades of grass. You hook your middle and index fingers through the handle and hold it out to him expectantly. “You can have it.”

Bucky shifts on his feet, hands down at his sides. He wants to start kindly. “No.”

You blink at him. “Are… are you sure? I don’t think you’ve had very much. I haven’t drank from it at all, I promise. I just poured it before I…”

Bucky thinks he should ask. “‘M sure.”

You nod slowly, setting the mug down. There’s something hesitant and wanting over your features, a small crease back between your brows. “Okay then.” You offer him a smile, a little awkward but nonetheless pretty. He needs to go. “I can bring you some more? I usually buy it from this little vendor on Saturday, but I can make an early stop.”

“That’s okay.”

You chew on your cheek. “Maybe you want to go with me?”

He freezes. “What?”

You take in a big gulp of air, shoulders pushed back gently. “I feel like…” You chew your lip, mulling. Your eyes twinkle sadly. “We don’t really spend too much time together. And I’d like to.”

Bucky can feel heat creep awfully up his neck, a stabbing warmth in his chest. He needs to reject you right now.

You seem to read his mind, stepping backward and bumping into the counter. “You don’t have to—” You stumble over your feet in your efforts to give him space.

His hands shoot out to wrap around your forearms, pulling you upright. Your eyes are rounded, mouth still caught in an assurance, warm fingers twisted below his wrists to hook loosely on the hill of his pisiform.

He swallows, stepping back like your touch burned him. “No thanks.”

You frown, not wanting to push but feeling like you need to. You swallow the step he’d put between you. “Please? I promise I’ll make it fun. There are a lot of things there, maybe you could find Steve’s birthday gift.”

Bucky inhales shortly. “I got it already.”

He begins to sidestep you, a scorching buzzing he never realized was prickling beneath his skin finally beginning to ease. You grasp his arm and it peaks so high, he stops breathing for a second. The twinkle has come back, more melancholy than he remembered. Your lips pucker, eyebrows edging down. “Do you not like me?”

Bucky pauses, overwhelmed by the heat of your fingers. “What?”

Your teeth dig into your lip, thumb beginning to rap against the flat edge of his palm. He blinks. “You don’t seem to like me very much. Which is fine—I just… did I do something wrong?” Your voice closes on a mournful crest, features already sorry as your fingers continue their frantic dance on his skin. “I didn’t mean to.”

“No. Why would you think that?”

You frown. “You never talk to me unless you have to, you leave the room the moment I come in.”

“That’s not true.”

You cock your head at him, a little exasperated. “Bucky.”

“Fine.” He sighs, meeting eyes with your concern again. A beat passes. “Let’s go,” he says.

Your face lights up, although hesitant. “Really? Honest, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Really. Maybe I’ll get something else for Steve.”

You bounce gently on the balls of your feet, fingers looping tightly around his wrist. “Thank you. We’ll have fun, I promise.”

“Sure,” he says, rubbing the slope of his nose when you finally step back with a pretty smile. His wrist burns delightfully; he has to hold himself back from prodding at it with his fingers.

You stare at him for another second, eyes crinkling at their edges. “I’ll be right back. We’ll leave in ten minutes, is that okay?”

“Sure,” he repeats, watching you bound toward the elevator. Your lips are pinched tightly when you turn around, the bubbled highs of your cheeks betraying what you try to smother. 

When the elevator doors shut, he lets his eyes fall closed, dropping his head onto one hand. His pointer finger brushes against the skin you’d held, eliciting a lovely glittering where you’d rubbed the pads of your fingers.

His elbow bumps into something cold and fragile, which he looks down to see is your mug, quietly inched closer to him. Hesitantly, he loops a finger around the handle, lifting the smooth edge up to his mouth. You were right, the water is fresh and sweet.

He falls into the couch disappointedly to wait for you, letting his head tilt back and attention rest on the ceiling. His index strokes the handle with wobbly, hesitant lines, running over the movements of your own fingers in the bumps and ridges of the mug. Your ownership is painfully present, predictably foreign on Bucky’s tongue, yet not at all wrong where he has felt it most.

It’s not what Bucky expected.

He puts it down on the table, hoping the delicate circular teetering grounds him. It doesn’t.

-

You’re frantic when you push the door to your room open, entirely crammed with worries.

Your hair has refused to cooperate all morning, the shirt you’d pulled on has a tiny hole you hope Bucky didn’t notice, and your pants are a size too big, the stretchy bottom part of the left leg pulled up to the thick of your calf.

You try to remember whether or not you washed your nice jeans the day before, fingers deftly pushing away hangers and leaving only an ugly screeching sound that you can’t bother to notice. 

You don’t think Bucky likes you. In the decent amount of time you’d known him—a fraction of it with a word count—you had, at the very least, been reassured that he didn’t hate you. Bucky doesn’t seem to spend too much time hating in the icky, false sense of the word, not when he has so many possible receptors with real and raw reasoning.

You hold a shirt up to the light like it’ll help determine Bucky’s thoughts about it. Would he have any?

You shove the shirt back inside your closet and pull another off the hanger, stretching out the collar irresponsibly. Bucky seems to wear a lot of red. Is it because he likes it or has someone commented on how much it brings out his eyes?

You don’t think Bucky likes you. You’re determined to get him to.

He was wearing something red today. You pull on a pretty vermillion blouse with wide sleeves and a high neckline and try not to feel silly. Your foot taps nervously against the floor as you try to decide on earrings, taking a glance along the rows you have before you crouch down to pull on your shoes, browsing the image you’d caught in your mind. 

When you straighten, it feels as if entirely too much time has passed by, your head leady, vision thinned briefly. You decide on the Snoopy earrings you’d bought last week. Tiny, crescent-eyed Woodstock goes on your left ear and tiny, lovesick Snoopy goes on your right. He must know them, right?

You don’t look in the mirror before you leave, too confident that your reflection would send you tumbling back into your closet, slipping your choice off your earlobes. Your forefinger hooks on the bottom of your shirt, tugging down as you watch yourself in the closed doors of the elevator.

Slowly, you inhale. Exhale. Realize you’d closed your eyes and the doors are now open.

The pads of your fingers meet Snoopy’s small clay-lump-legs and you remember that you’re being ridiculous.

Calmer now, you prance over to Bucky, blinking at his shut eyes, body leant against the couch.

“Bucky?” you call. You bend at the waist, searching for a sign of life until your nose is very, very close to his. “Are you okay?” you whisper, unsure why.

Bucky startles anyway, meeting your fresher face. He has thoughts on the shirt.

He clears his throat. “Fine.”

You pull back, crossing your arms. “Did I make you wait long?” you stress, watching him get to his feet.

“No.”

You want to make a joke. You know what Sam would do—poke at his age, ask if the century was finally catching up. You contemplate it too long.

Bucky eyes the bag hanging from the crook of your elbow. You tilt it inconspicuously, flashing stupid buttons and silly pins. Bucky clears his throat. “Should we go?”

“Yes,” you say hurriedly, following after him as he heads to the elevator. It’s silent inside and all the way to the car, where you exchange a stilted smile for a glance when you plug in your phone with the address.

Your thigh shakes the entire ride, slowing momentarily for awkward, brief conversations when the silence gets too unbearable. You think about comfortable silence and how this is not it, icky regret crawling up your throat. You feel sticky and stupid.

“I like your earrings,” Bucky says unprompted. You’re too surprised to do much else than stare, thanking him after too long.

“You like Snoopy?”

He nods. You contemplate more questions, but he seems satisfied with his contribution.

You stare down at your bag the rest of the time, a finger tracing a big, glittery button from a goose race you never went to.

Bucky’s presence is too professional at the stands. He handles himself overly bodyguard-like around you, watching you pick things up with care and interact with vendors from just next to the tents. Rarely does he touch something himself.

You fiddle with a small notebook, catching his eye. You smile when he reads your mind, stepping over to your side to see over your shoulder. Half of his body is close enough to pull sparks from your opposite side. You try your best to concentrate.

“Steve,” you explain, twisting the little sketchbook around. He hums, the noise accompanied by a warm puff of air against the thin skin of your neck. You still completely, goosebumps rising immediately. You pray he doesn’t notice.

Of course Bucky does. He watches your chest still and can’t help the rise of the left edge of his lip. Experimentally, he blows a soft line along your neck.

You flinch, fingers going slack. Bucky reaches for the book before it can thump on the table, his eyes crinkled. You’re too distracted to notice the amusement on his face.

He hums. “That’s a good choice for Stevie.”

“Y-yeah.” You clear your throat, taking a step back but bumping into him. Your skin is delightfully warm even through his jacket, sharp tingles only tendered by your sweet chagrin.

Graciously, he steps aside, meeting your eyes and raising the book between his index and middle fingers. The buttons of the bag hanging off his wrist sparkle in the sunlight. He smiles, suddenly a lot less hesitant than this morning. “Found my present.”

You nod, leaving him to pay as you raise your hand to your collarbone, the pads of your fingers brushing over the goosebumps above the collar of your shirt.

You shiver again and wonder.

-

You’re anxious for more.

Bucky’s interactions with you are usually dismally brief. He says hi when you prompt him, returns tight smiles, and indulges your questions using as few words as possible. Last time, it was ten. The time before, five. Your peak is sixteen.

On the next movie night, you come downstairs half an hour before and claim a doughy two-person couch, sprawling a silky blanket over one side. You pop two bags of popcorn and stress that you made them too early, overcompensating with a variety of candy. It’s spread out with great care, the cushions adjusted, the furniture itself repositioned.

You sit on your side and pretend you’ve only just come when Sam heads into the living room, raising an eyebrow at you.

“What’s all this?” he asks, stealing a handful of popcorn. 

“Nothing,” you say, shifting as he pokes around your stash. Footsteps. “Go over there,”

“What?”

“Bucky won’t come over here if you’re standing there.”

Sam cocks his head. “Ohh, Bucky huh?”

“Go!” you urge, heat up to your ears when he satiates you, hands up in surrender as he walks away.

More Avengers filter in, at the very end Bucky. Your friends have decided to appease you today, occupying every space except the one by your side. Your leg bounces with anticipation.

Bucky looks at you, noticing everything you’ve done, and blinks away when you smile at him. Your shoulders sag, lips pursed achingly.

“You can sit here. If you want,” you say. “I got you some candy. I’ve seen you eating it before, and I thought you… you might like it.”

It’s a slim moment—but a moment nonetheless—before he answers. “Okay. Thank you. I’m gonna get a drink before the movie.”

“I’ll go with you,” you pipe up, a few of the others joining you to pour sodas and chips into bowls.

You’re reaching for a glass when you feel him behind you, stretching for another.

You shiver when you feel air against the nape of your neck, knee knocking loudly into the counter.

He’s away from you before you can process it was him, innocuously pulling open a drawer.

Everyone meets your eye questioningly. “You okay?” Natasha asks.

You nod, pupils flickering to Bucky, who would seem entirely innocent if his irises weren’t so glittered with mirth.

You frown at him, confused when he’s completely unchanged, simply walking beside you back to his seat.

You split your attention between the movie and Bucky’s face for the first hour, realizing you should never have let it stray when he reaches for his glass of water and brushes a very warm finger right below your jaw.

You stare at him perplexedly, his features outlined by the flickering light of the television.

“Butter,” he lies, shrugging. Then, he turns back to the movie and ignores you for the rest of the night. You can’t remember the name of the movie by the next day.

-

The round tip of your little finger aches with a small papercut.

The paperwork piled up at the edge of your desk mocks your wound, edged paper corners peeking out as if a warning.

You watch wine bubble, a fat drop beginning to edge closer to the crevice between nail and skin. Holding back an urge to shove your finger into your mouth, you clasp a tissue with your other hand, wrapping it tightly around your wounded finger.

You blow a gentle raspberry and lean back in your seat; a silent resignation: the paperwork wins.

Natasha meets your eye from the couch across the hall, appearing to read your mind in the sharp way she can do. She frowns, an exaggerated pull to her lips, falsely thinned eyes glaring. She crosses her arms and puffs her chest out, shaking her head in a distinct disappointment.

You stifle a laugh and present your injury to her.

Her lips part in overt understanding, nodding slowly. Poor baby, she mouths.

Poor baby, you agree, cradling your hand.

She laughs, standing up to walk toward you. When she gets to you, she picks up a pen off your desk, squinting at the words peeking out beneath the covers.

“This is from two months ago,” she says unhelpfully, tapping it with your pen.

“That’s not even the oldest one there,” you deplore, letting your head drop on your desk with a mournful sigh.

“Why do you insist on falling behind?” she tuts.

“I’m hurt!” you insist, pushing your finger toward her. She cocks her head at you but cradles your hand. “Every time I try, it’s like it fights back!”

“If you need help…” Natasha mutters something in Russian and brushes her lips against your pinky, making you smile.

You simper. “Did you just heal me?”

“No. I cursed you for being lazy.”

You frown, taking back your hand to hold it against your chest. “I’m good,” you say, responding to her earlier offer. You heave a big sigh. “Thank you, though. Evil woman.”

She smiles at you, shaking her head when she sees your opposite fingers wrapping around your injured one. “You like to suffer.”

“How dare you,” you mumble, urging another bloody bead to form.

“Deviant,” she claims, walking away.

You don’t look up to blow a raspberry at her, dragging your nail up your skin until a thicker drop forms.

It’s a fairly challenging game you have going on, making your bead grow while trying to keep it plump and steady on the tip of your little finger.

If you breathe a little too hard, it wobbles, and you clamp your lips closed, holding your breath and freezing entirely for a few seconds until it’s still again.

It’s a concentration game. And Bucky takes advantage of it.

You press the indent between your bones gently, immersed enough to only recognize his presence when he begins to speak.

“Don’t do that,” he condemns, suddenly right behind you. He must be bent over, lips a millimeter away from the curve of your neck for you to feel every intricate vibration of each word he says. You flinch immediately, an already hot cheekbone bumping against his chin.

When you catch sight of him, he’s already straightened, perfectly calm.

“What?” you croak, warm fingers against the warmer skin below your earlobe.

“You cut yourself,” he says.

“Uh huh.”

“Why are you making it worse?”

“I… I’m not.”

His face stains only lightly in dissent, dissolving like a single droplet of color in an ocean of clear.

He doesn’t respond audibly, only shrugging and walking away. You only realize he’d pressed a clean, colorful band-aid on your desk after he’s out of the office.

There’s a streak of cherry red along your finger when you finally look down, only observing its head create a fat scarlet stain on your sleeve. You curse Bucky and the goosebumps still high on your skin.

-

You suspect Bucky to be somewhat of a sadist.

He doesn’t seem to mind the effect he’s carved into you, nearly reveling in it as if your embarrassment were some sort of thrill. You find yourself shivering prematurely the moment he steps foot in a room, the sight of him accompanied by the imminent line of ice along sensitive skin.

He’ll embarrass you wherever. Make you choke on your tea right before a meeting, burn yourself on a fresh tray of cookies, trip over shoes, and crash into walls. And he’ll watch you, lousily stifling a smile before tending to whatever he’d caused as if he wasn’t at fault for it.

Guiltily, you yearn for the roles to reverse. Or for yours to lessen. 

Slumped on the couch in the living room with a bowl of oily popcorn, you contemplate your situation with Snoopy.

All you had wanted was a sign further than acknowledgement. Something realer than his bitter, thin smile, maybe one of the laughs you’d been so eager to hear in real life. At the most, a purposeful touch; still kind, still real, probably brief. But what you’ve gotten surpasses what you’d initially desired in delightfully awful ways.

When you think about it, your situation doesn’t seem too fat with issue. You can’t recall a substantial conversation with Bucky, but you can remember with perfect clarity how warm his lips are from a millimeter away. It brings up the contemplation on whether or not it’s an actual issue to begin with.

You’re tempted to ignore it. You’re very, very tempted to let him continue his cruel attentions and let yourself become further putty in his presence.

What would you even do? You can’t see yourself pulling him forward by the collar—to make a point, of course, not to brush your fingers against his own neck to see him shudder—to look him in the eyes while telling him that you know what he’s doing. Especially when you don’t. Primarily when you aren’t sure what the point of the conversation would be—to tell him to stop? You aren’t sure you want him to.

It’s easier to push it aside and let him torture you. Maybe you’ll become impervious to Bucky Barnes’ bullying.

You push yourself straighter and let your head fall back, listening to Charlie Brown’s mournful voiceover.

“What if everyone was like you? What if we all ran away from our problems? Huh? What then? What if everyone in the whole world suddenly decided to run away from his problems?”

Your eyes pop open with a startled frown, watching his cartoon throw his little arms up and sigh.

Linus appears, but you don’t listen to his words, letting the fleshy part of your palm support your chin. The pads of your fingers float up to the space behind your ears, and you feel yourself flush immediately with recognition. Bucky is a sadist, sure. But you’re a masochist. 

With a dejected huff, you let your hands drop to the popcorn. 

It’s not even a full episode past when something shifts. You frown, covertly examining your surroundings with edged brows.

Two hands form deep clefts in cushions on either side of you, body heat sticky against the skin it can touch.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asks quietly, lips so close to your ear you can feel the echo of their movements. His breath prickles your neck.

“Um…” You struggle to respond, your tongue suddenly too dry. In the background, Lucy shouts something. It sends the dumbest feeling into your chest. Charlie Brown is right.

You gather up all the courage inside of you, rolling it up into the tightest and biggest little ball you can, and snap your neck to the side, catching his gaze before he can move in surprise.

You’re closer than you thought you’d be. You can see all the pretty little details of his face, the way his pupils eat the lovely blue of his irises and how high his Adam's apple bobs.

“What’s wrong?” you echo gently, sweetly mocking.

He stammers, charcoal lashes fluttering.

You hum, examining his face one last time before hopping off the couch to go to the kitchen, leaving him slumped over the couch, dazed.

[coal15]

My opinions on the whole multi-shipping Buddie and Tevan situation. But first, [steps up on soapbox and yells into bullhorn] HAVE NO BEEF WITH ANYONE WHO FEELS DIFFERENTLY THAN ME SO I'D REALLY APPRECIATE NOT GETTING ANY "YOUR OPINIONS ARE STUPID AND PROBABLY SO ARE YOU" COMMENTS IN MY REPLIES. **If any such comments do appear in my replies I would ask the rest of you to please simply ignore them. You won't change their minds so confrontation will do nothing but further poison the waters.

Ahem. Carrying on. Warning, this post is LONG. Like, practically a novella.

I'm still a multi-shipper at heart in the sense that I will always love my memories in the Buddie fandom and how vocally we showed our support over the last six years--yes there was a SUPER PROMINENT contingent among us who directly engaged with and verbally disemboweled every actress who played a li on a regular basis, (and who harassed Oliver to the point of him quitting twitter) but most of us had the sense to direct our ranting at the fictional character or writers/showrunner/network with varying degrees of anger or indignation. Now speaking just for myself, in my time as a Buddie fan I never commented on the physical appearance of any li, so seeing a lot of buddie-or-bust folks now referring to Lou as "ugly" "rectangle-faced" "gross looking," etc has been disappointing. I hope they represent the minority. So far it looks like they do.

On to my reasons for and/or role in shutting down non-Buddie romances: While I never took to engaging her personally, I voiced harsh criticism of GW over her "honorary latina" comment, likewise EG for her transphobia and non-apology apology ("I'm sorry if you felt offended). And while I wish bucktaylor had stayed besties (preferably bi besties since there was no reason Buck couldn't have his bi awakening with a woman), my issue with them dating was at first just a lack of romantic chemistry and the fact that Taylor never apologized for what she did to Bobby or even admitted it was wrong. But as the relationship dragged on I watched the life drain out of Buck. They were stagnant as a couple and the look on Buck's face when he said ily back to her was . . . laughably unromantic. The only growth his character got from that relationship was him being the one to end it. As for eddieana, on top of lacking chemistry they were just plain dull. The end.

Moving on to Buck's kiss w/Lucy: I actually like AK and was excited to hear about her coming to 9-1-1. She was fun af as Lexi on VD so I was looking forward to seeing her play a different character. Aaaaannnnnnd then KR immediately ruined her by making it abundantly clear that she was created for one sole purpose: to complicate a man's storyline and spark off a love triangle--and she did so in the most offensive way possible. It was appalling, negatively affected Buck's character, and thankfully KR's response to the intense backlash was to pivot so the love triangle never manifested. But the damage was already done. No one had any interest in watching them poke/flirt for the rest of the season. I was deeply offended by such a misogynistic use of a female character and it still boggles my mind that a woman created her.

Anyhow, all this was a long winded way of saying that my reasons for wanting those li gone went well beyond my investment in Buddie. Though I did strongly believe no romantic narrative for either of them could ever compete w/the Buckley-Diaz Family, at the end of the day those romantic arcs were ruined for me by writing mistakes, problematic actresses, and lack of chemistry (which is admittedly subjective and something we all approach with shipper goggles to some degree--if you think you 100% absolutely don't you're lying to yourself). I stand by a lot of the reasons Buddies were so opposed to those li being endgame. Yes, plenty of us took things waaaaaaay over the line re: direct personal attacks against actresses and/or non-buddie fans, but I think far more of us than not did argue in good faith and toward the right people. We just didn't stand out as much or get as much engagement because . . . well, toxic behavior is rewarded on sm with more clicks, shares, likes, quotes, etc. Attention seekers gonna seek.

As for why it's so hard to ship happily on sm: in my experience a handful of problematic or outright unhinged fans (on both sides) will go around stirring shit, provoking arguments, and soon the dog pile effect kicks in because everyone wants to defend their tribe. Arguments go in circles, spin off, get more and more petty, until most of "us" end up discussing amongst ourselves about how "they" are a bunch of [insert string of negative attributes here], which then in itself provokes a reaction from "them." Lather, rinse, repeat. Eventually way too many of "us" are hissing and snarling at "them" more often than theorizing about or celebrating our ship . . . the thing we enjoy . . . and it's really hard to detach from that cycle, especially when things get personal. I recommend total non-acknowledgement, but even I struggle to hold that line when I read something I think is terrible. I'm making an effort these days to just keep scrolling thru my feed until I hit something happy, and if there's a negative comment somewhere in the thread to give it ZERO engagement of any kind. Not. Easy.

Which brings me to where I am today. During my time in the Buddie fandom I assumed that for most of us the actual queer rep mattered more than any one ship. Hell, if Taylor had been the one to wake Buck up to his bisexuality--and admitted what she did to Bobby was wrong--they might have grown on me as an endgame couple. I've accepted "meh" endgame couples before as long as everything else on a show stayed solid. I also thought that Buck could never, ever look at anyone with bigger hearteyes than the way he looked at Eddie, but . . .

. . . Enter Tommy. As soon as they kissed, and in their albeit limited screentime afterward (thanks a lot shortened season!) I learned a lesson: there are different kinds of hearteyes. In my opinion Buck looks at Eddie with complete adoration and love, yes. Total hearteyes. But the way he looks at Tommy is . . . "Oh, that's what Buck looks like when he's absolutely smitten, that's how he acts, that's what a romantic crush looks like on Buck. Wow." It wasn't better or worse than his hearteyes or vibe with Eddie, just conspicuously different. It re-framed the way I see the Buckley-Diaz Family as well, and the way I read their chemistry. As I mentioned earlier chemistry is subjective, and once I actually had something queer to compare with Buddie's chemistry, I stopped rooting for romantic Buddie. I wouldn't exactly be furious if they went canon since I did spend all those years rooting for them and it would still be a high profile queer storyline, but I would rather see the Buckley-Diaz Family and Tevan coexist. I think they can, and I think it would be beautiful.

So here's where I stand with my preference and opinions today:

Falling in love doesn't mean everyone else in your life gets demoted. Feelings aren't like pie. Maddie doesn't love Buck any less since she fell in love with Chimney. Athena didn't love her daughter any less when her son came along. There's not a finite amount of love and you're serving out pieces of it. You can love more than one person with all your heart. And that's how I feel about Buck and the Buckley-Diaz Family. He and Eddie are more than friends, different than brothers, they just . . . have their own dynamic. It's unique, special, and vital to both of their identities. And those facts will not be altered by either of them falling in love w/another person. If anything, the Buckley-Diaz Fam has become more special to me since I started rooting for a Tevan endgame.

Queer rep matters more to me than Buddie. Buck coming out as bi wasn't and shouldn't be seen as a step on the road to "winning" the ship I wanted for years. It is completely awesome progress for us whether they're endgame or not. Ditto for Tevan. Also, at the end of the day I ship Buck+Happiness and Eddie+Happiness, and right now Buck seems to be falling for Tommy. What happens with Eddie remains to be seen.

Looking at the whole picture, I will always love Buddie and kinda wish they'd gone canon in s4 or 5, but I think that moment has passed and I'm not mad or bitter about it. I adore the Buckley-Diaz Family, I adore Tevan, and I want to see them both thrive in s8. Now if you'll excuse me, my fingers have begun to bleed from all this typing.

[zponds]

How me and Mina could appear in Godzilla The Kaiju King

As of recent, I began thinking about how me and Mina could show up in @grantgfan’s Godzilla series; Godzilla The Kaiju King.

One day, Dexter boy genius finds me in bushes, in a coma but showing clear signs of being tortured and experimented on, with Dexter dying that it’ll be a sight that gives May PTSD as she went through the same thing.

As Dexter analyzed my unconscious body and my wounds, he is looking after me and helping my unconscious body to heal, then the camera slowly zooms in on my head, and a flashback begins… one that starts with me being captured by goons of the evil organization; the Backdraft Group. I’m then shown in a laboratory, strapped down to a table, alive, and being subjected to torture and experimentation. The experiments on me revolved around dinosaur DNA and splicing, giving me the ability to shape shift into whatever dinosaur species I call out, though I was obviously psychologically scarred and emotionally traumatized by the torture and experimentations like May was… but then, Super Sailor Venus burst into the lab and freed me and we both escaped, but were in hot pursuit.

A few hours later, we both were hidden in an abandoned building… cornered and. knowing that the goons were after only me, Venus knew what to do… she walked to the front door. Me: Mina, what are you doing? Sailor Venus: Giving you a chance to escape, zachy. Me: No, Mina! Sailor Venus: These goons are only after you, and I need to protect you no matter what, especially since you’re my biggest fan and Sailor Guardians always protect their loved ones. *she stepped out the front door and pulled out her phone and called Serena* Serena: Mina? Sailor Venus: Hey, Serena. Just wanted to say goodbye. Serena: Goodbye? Where are you? Sailor Venus: Can’t talk long. Listen, I need you to go to my parents’ place. Serena: Your parents? Why? Sailor Venus: Tell mom and dad I love them. Me: No! Minaa! Sailor Venus: later, Serena. *she hung up and then turned her head to face me with a tearful smile* Sailor Venus: Zachery, I’m glad to have been with you. We had a good time together, and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. I love you. *she blew a kiss at me and slammed the door shut, starting her attack. During said attack, I shaped shifted into a Gallimimus and ran away as fast as I could. As I ran off, I heard blaster fire in the background* *the screen cuts back to the present, where my face squints and then i instantly burst awake from my coma* Me: MINAAAAA!!! *i burst off the bed, scaring Dexter and shapeshifting into a (JP3) Spinosaurus, flailing my arms and tail wildly as if I'm being attacked* Dexter: Easy! Easy! *hearing that voice, my eyes settle and see the boy genius… and upon seeing him, I begin to calm down, recognizing him. After that, I shape shift back to normal, with Dexter asking me what happened… and with a sad look, I explained what happened. After hearing the story, Dexter is shocked and saddened… especially with the boy genius mentioned that May will know how I feel as she too went through the torture and experimenting at the hands of the Backdraft Group*

What follows next is a montage of my injuries healing and me blaming myself for Mina’s death, while at the same time, wishing i fought back at the Backdraft Group goons when i had the chance.

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS IN LOVE - Chapter 29 - Part 1 BOOK THREE: 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Samuel Moretti

I put my cell-phone in my pocket with a sigh.

Noah was probably mad at me but it's not like I could control another person's death and what was I supposed to do, break Ben's heart while he's grieving over the loss of his Grandmother?

Part of me did feel guilty, a big part of me actually because I cheated on Benjamin.

It doesn't matter that Benjamin and I had an argument beforehand, cheating is cheating.

"Are you okay, Sam?" Benjamin asked me.

"Huh?" I questioned his words before they registered in my brain.

"Oh, I'm fine. I should be asking you that," I turned to him after stopping at a red light.

Benjamin didn't feel up for driving 'reasonably' so I took the driver seat of his car and we headed to Benjamin's house.

"No, I'm not okay," and tears built up in his eyes again.

He's been on and off crying since he heard the news.

I placed my hand on his cheek.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could make you feel better."

Benjamin coved my hand with his and leaned into my palm.

"Just you being next to me makes me feel better."

I gave him a small smile before the light turned green and I returned my hand to the stirring wheel.

The rest of the ride was quiet save for the soft music playing and the sound of Benjamin crying every so often.

********

"Sweetheart," Benjamin's Mom said as soon as we entered his house and she pulled him into a hug.

I shut the door behind us, my heart hurting for Benjamin and his family.

I might not be in love with Benjamin Hernandez nor did I want to be in love with him but I still cared greatly for him.

They pulled back, both of them swiping at their eyes before his mom turned to me.

"Thank you for being here."

"Of course," I said.

Benjamin grabbed my hand, giving a light squeeze before saying.

"Let's put our stuff in my room."

"The funeral's tomorrow, sweetheart," Benjamin's mother called as Benjamin guided me upstairs into his bedroom.

My boyfriend's bedroom was 'for lack of a better word' boring.

Benjamin didn't have much hanging on his plain white walls other than a Super Natural poster.

His bed was equally boring with grey sheets and a grey comforter.

He had old wicker furniture that remained clear of any knickknacks but he did have two picture frames.

One with a photo of him and I in Punta Cana and one of his family, him smiling broadly next to his Grandma.

We set our weekend bags on his carpet before sitting down on his bed.

"Are you okay?" I asked then realized that was stupid.

"I'm sorry, that was a dumb question, I just hate seeing you sad."

"Seeing my Mom makes me feel a bit better. I'm honestly more worried about her."

"It'll be hard for a while, it's a grieving process but she'll be okay," I said but I didn't know if that was true.

I've never lost someone so close to me and to lose your mom?

'I think I'd die.'

Benjamin gave me a small smile of gratitude.

"I love you."

My heart dropped.

More guilt.

"It's okay, you don't have to say it back yet."

So I didn't say anything but I was sure he could read my culpable expression.

"Where were you last night?" Benjamin asked out of nowhere.

"I told you I was in my dorm."

"I checked your location on Snapchat. You weren't home," he said, not in an accusatory way but in the calm tone he usually uses with me.

"You checked my location?"

"Please don't turn this on me. I knew something was off. Were you with Noah?" he questioned me.

I was speechless and surprised he went as far as checking my location.

"I... no... I wasn't. I was out with Kai, we got food. Why are you asking this now?"

Ben sighed.

"I'm sorry, seeing Noah at that party knowing you were still there had me going crazy and then you not responding to me?"

God, I was a horrible person.

"My cell-phone died so I couldn't respond until I found a charger," lie after lie.

Didn't I get upset with Noah for lying so much?

Now I was the pot calling the kettle black.

"Okay," Ben sighed in relief this time.

"Noah's bad for you, baby and you know that. He's not a good person."

I didn't respond but I was itching to defend Noah.

Benjamin didn't know him like I did.

No one knew Noah like I did.

It was weird sleeping in bed with Benjamin that night, I couldn't even fall asleep.

Benjamin, on the other hand, was snuggled peacefully against me, his arms wrapped around and all I could think about was how much of a hypocritical liar I was.

I grabbed my phone that laid on the nightstand beside his bed and pulled up mine and Noah's text messages.

To: Noah Wright [Good night❤️] From: Samuel Moretti

To: Samuel Moretti [Not likely knowing you're in bed with him.] From: Noah Wright

************

The next day was as brutal as I knew it would be.

Surrounded by people dressed in all black, tears rushing down people's face and worst of all, watching Benjamin cry.

I tried to be the best support I could for Benjamin but I knew nothing could really help in that moment.

It brought back memories from when I attended Noah's dad's funeral and seeing Noah so crushed but what I had trouble supporting, Benjamin kissing me.

Everything felt so different now that I admitted out loud being in love with Noah.

Any time Benjamin pulled me in to kiss him, I had to refrain from pulling back.

I didn't think Benjamin noticed, luckily but my whole body, mind and heart knew it was wrong.

I couldn't wait to be home and run to Noah.

I wanted to kiss him and hold him, I didn't want him to be upset with me.

So not only was I feeling guilty towards Benjamin but also towards Noah.

Let's just say my anxiety was at an all time high that weekend but I had a feeling coming home was going to be far worse than enduring that funeral or Benjamin's kisses because Noah being upset and jealous never mixed well.

[seokgyuu]

→ genre: smut, college au, crack

→ pairing: Mingyu x Afab!Fem!Reader → synopsis: you have never been a person who turns down a challenge, but when your best friend challenges you to hook up with 13 boys in one semester you kind of wish you were.

→ warnings: semi-public sex, bigdick!Mingyu, dirty talk, fingering, blowjobs, kind of unprotected sex, the set up is super unrealistic but bare with me 💔

→  word count: 3.9k

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A/N: hello everyone! after 2 months I am finally back with the next chapter! I must say, even though it is the shortest so far… it might be my favorite smut I have written so far (but maybe I am biased, since I do bias Mingyu lmao). Anyways! thank you so much for loving the story so far!! I will be undergoing surgery tomorrow (it’s nothing serious, so don’t worry!!) and I might be able to write during the time of recovery so chapter 5 might be coming sooner this time! enjoy reading and talk to you soon!

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This wasn’t good. In no way, shape or form had you considered this happening. A part of you had believed that Jiwoo would be smart enough to check if those guys knew each other, but then again how was she supposed to know that? Their university was huge, and you could never predict who was friends with whom or just simply who knew each other or not. Jiwoo wasn‘t at fault here, you knew that. Still, this was bad. What if Jun and Minghao knew you? What if this had happened for their amusement or something? And, even worse, what if they were going to tell Wonwoo about this?

Suddenly, you felt your stomach do a weird flip and you quickly sat up, making both of the guys in bed with you look up.

“I should get going. You know, back downstairs”, you said before climbing out of bed and searching your clothes. The two boys shared a quick look before looking at you again.

“Already?” Minghao asked, looking at you rather surprised. You gazed at him just for a second before nodding and slipping into your underwear.

“Yes. I am with a friend, and I don’t want to leave her alone this long.” Blatant lie. Jiwoo would be perfectly fine on her own. But they didn’t need to know that.

“Oh, alright. Well, this was fun… do you perhaps wanna meet up again in the future?” Jun sat up, looking at you rather hopeful – and immediately something like a guilty conscience ran up your spine. But as quick as it had come, it left again.

“That’s a sweet offer, but I’ll have to decline. Sorry, boys,” giving them one final wink, you finished getting dressed and walked out of the room, only feeling better once the door had fallen shut behind you.

 “I want the rules changed,” you said two days later when you and Jiwoo were seated in the cafeteria, having lunch.

“What? No, we can’t just change the rules now, y/n, that would be… against the rules!” she argued. Snorting, you shook your head and let your chopsticks fall onto the trey in front of you.

“Rules you came up with on the spot, Jiwoo. If you can make them up, so can I. And I want to freely choose who I hook up with from now on. I don’t think you’ve been doing a good enough job at picking the guys. You know, since three of them know each other?!”

Jiwoo’s cheeks turned red, and she nervously shifted on her chair, clearing her throat.

“How was I supposed to know that? We don’t have the same major so people could possibly be unaware of us being friends.”

“Yeah, but they are not in the same situation. Jiwoo, I am sleeping with thirteen different guys because of your stupid game. And one of them just so happened to catch feelings, I can’t go around fucking his friends, that is only making matters worse!” you tried your best to stay quiet, but it was hard given the circumstances.

You had texted Wonwoo yesterday, finally answering after days, telling him you were dropping out of the team and that you weren’t looking for a relationship of any sort. He had not yet replied, but he had read it and you felt horrible about it.

Now, Jiwoo sighed and leaned back, crossing her arms.

“Fine. You can decide who to sleep with. But I want pictured beforehand! And I also want to be able to choose my own guys.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t fuck that Junseo guy at the party, Jiwoo-yah. I’m not stupid.” You rolled your eyes and your best friend’s jaw dropped.

“Well, it’s not like I could have run into the room you were having a threesome in to ask you?!” she complained, making you chuckle.

“Fair enough. Then it’s settled. You choose the last two for yourself, I choose my rest of…9,” god, saying it out loud made it sound exhausting. Jiwoo nodded.

“Alright, I’m down.”

 One thing you hadn’t considered was that finding your own target was harder than you thought. Now, you had to come up with it yourself and didn’t just do what Jiwoo told you to do (or more like who to do). For the next days you tried your best to focus on class as well as potential targets as you went on with your day, only to be left with too many possibilities.

It was on Friday after your last lecture, when something you had not expected came your way. You had taken this course because you had heard it would bring you an easy A, but that was before the professor had changed. So now you had to actually do work and study for it, which left you pretty annoyed. The only light at the end of the tunnel was the super-hot TA you hoped to see every Friday, only to be disappointed most times. He had been there the first day, handing out the program for the semester and god, had he been fine. He was tall and broad with a face sculptured by all the gods themselves. A little bit clumsy as you had noticed when he walked down the stairs and trembled over his own feet not just once, but twice, and just… so cute. He had a pretty smile and a soothing voice and god if only you could see him more than just once a week.

The last weeks he had kind of slipped your mind but now he was very much present again, standing at the front of the lecture hall talking to the professor. For the whole lesson you had tried to catch his eye, looking at him with your most flirtatious smile – and finally, after ten minutes he had finally spotted you. He was wearing a very well fitted light blue shirt and dark jeans that hugged his thighs perfectly. His pretty brown eyes were fixed on yours and you thanked yourself for the amount of confidence that had taken over your body.

This eye-contact flirt went on for the rest of the lesson, only stopped when he had to help the professor with technical things or when you wrote something down that seemed important. And once the lesson was over and the professor had dismissed you, you found yourself packing your bag and looking over at him again, only to find him staring at you. He then nodded his head in the direction of the door behind the desk and you grinned, walking down the stairs.

“Ah, Mingyu-yah, I have to go grab some books from the library. Will you place these in my office?” you heard the professor say to your handsome target and said target nodded with a smile, taking the papers from the man and walking towards the door he had nodded at just before. You followed him with his eyes and only stopped to bow down at the professor who walked past you, only to find yourself in front of the barely opened door a few moments later.

Mingyu was standing in front of the big wooden desk, placing the papers on top of it when he looked up and saw you. Immediately, his gaze became more intense.

“You can close the door behind you,” he said, and you nodded, walking in further and closing the door, gasping in surprise when you found yourself being pressed against it the next second with Mingyu’s hands on your hips, pinning you down.

“You think you can just look at a TA like that?” he said with a dark voice, and you felt it rushing straight to your core, goosebumps all over your body. H He wasn’t hurting you, and you were kind of expecting him to be like this, with his muscular type and the dark eyes.

“Like what?” you asked innocently, looking up at him through your lashes. Mingyu’s jaw was tightened.

“Please, don’t play innocent. You were basically telling me to fuck you right there on your desk, weren’t you?” God, he got straight to the point. But then again you had kind of given him that look. And maybe you had bitten down on your lip and maybe you had licked them a lot, to send the right signals. It was cheap, like a stupid porn movie, but it did the trick. And you couldn’t believe you hadn’t done this sooner.

“Would you have liked to? Fuck me on my desk?” you asked now, tilting your head. Mingyu’s eyes flashed for a second before his lips turned into a grin and he got even closer to you, his fingers digging into your hips in the best way possible.

“God, yes. When you walked in that classroom the first day I already wanted to. I would have come to every single lecture, but I sadly didn’t have enough time. And today, when I saw the way, you were looking at me, fuck, I got hard just from that.”

You looked down at his crotch and bit your lip, letting your hand press against it now, making him gasp. And he hadn’t lied – you could clearly feel a bulge there. Looking up at him again you saw the way his eyes scanned you with so much want, it almost drove you crazy.

“We should do something about that, then,” you said quietly and the next thing you knew was his lips on yours, devouring them all hot and heavy. He picked you up and brought you over to the desk, clearing it off all the papers he had put on there before by shoving them down to the ground. There was other stuff falling down too, making sounds you were only scared for a second would expose you.

You and Mingyu weren’t exactly taking things slow, you opening his belt as he started unbuttoning the shirt you had on.

“Have you done this before?” you asked when his lips were on your neck, sucking your skin harshly, his hands moving the shirt off your shoulders now, “fucked someone on your boss’s desk?” Mingyu chuckled against your ear now, slowly nibbling on your earlobe.

“Why? Do you want to be the first?”

Instead of answering, you grabbed his head and kissed him again, your legs pulling him closer into your space. He kissed you back, his hands now in your hair, tugging on it just lightly as he tilted your head back to continue kissing your neck. Moaning at his soft kisses, you fully opened his pants and tugged them down with his help. Now, he was standing in front of you with his dress shirt and tight black Calvin Klein briefs, leaving your mouth watering. Fuck, he was big. Really, really big.

“M-Mingyu,” you moaned when you let your hand run over his huge bulge and he laughed, lips in half a cocky grin.

“Like what you see?” he asked, and you nodded, licking your lips.

“Can I suck you off?” you asked then and Mingyu raised his brows, before he took a step back, freeing his waist from your legs and nodding.

“Fuck, baby, who am I to say no to such a request?”

Instantly you jumped back down from the desk and got on your knees, eager to get him into your mouth. He would be able to make you feel so full and god, you really needed that, wanted that. Your teeth found your bottom lip again as you suddenly felt a thumb run over your chin and when you looked up you saw Mingyu looking down at you. His thumb wandered up and you instinctively parted your lips, letting him shove his thumb between them.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, and you felt that right between your legs. You began to suck on his thumb and the more he stuck it in, the more you felt your arousal rise. Jesus, you hadn’t even begun to suck his cock and you were already so wet? Drool was coming out of your mouth as he began to fuck his thumb inside your mouth, watching closely how good you were behaving. Then, without warning, he drew his hand back and shoved his briefs down his long legs, leaving his cock to spring out – right into your face. He was… huge, really. You moaned at the sight and stuck out your tongue, touching the tip with yours, tasting a bit of precum on it. Mingyu licked his lips as he watched you, his hand now on the back of your head.

“Get to it, baby. Professor Lee won’t be in the library long and I want to fuck your pretty pussy, too.”

When you didn’t move immediately, he shoved your head forwards, making you gasp as his cock slid right through your lips and into your hot mouth. You steadied yourself by grabbing his thighs and he moaned, throwing his head back. Quickly, you began to bop your head, letting your tongue slide over his tip and shaft as good as you possibly could. Hollowing your cheeks out, you tried to take him deeper and only stopped once he hit your throat, tears pooling in your eyes but in the best way possible. Feeling him throb inside your mouth, feeling his legs tremble – all of it was worth it.

“Fuck, your mouth seems to be made just for my cock, baby. What do you say? Can you take all of me? Can you take me fucking your pretty mouth?”

You don’t think you had ever nodded as quickly as you did right then. Looking up at him with begging eyes, tears streaming down your face now – he was done for. Swearing under his breath he brought his other hand to the back of your head now, too and did his first thrust – his cock now in all the way down your throat. You choked as more tears came, but god, it felt so fucking good. You felt suffocated in your jeans and couldn’t wait to get them off.

“Fuck,” Mingyu moaned as he now kept on thrusting, his cock easily slipping in and out of your wet mouth, leaving trails of precum and spit drooling down your chin.

“You look so fucking ruined, baby. You don’t even know how fucking hot you are. Bet you like it like this huh? Letting me fuck your pretty throat with my big cock. You probably want me to come all over your face?”

You moaned around him as good as possible and started rubbing yourself over your jeans, trying to get at least some friction, but once Mingyu noticed, he pulled his cock out of your mouth, a trail of spit connecting his tip to your lips now, and dragged you up by your arms. Then, he crashed his lips into yours as he opened your jeans and let his hand slide into it the second, he had enough space. Feeling his fingers on your clothed core made you squeak, and he breathed against your lips.

“So wet… fuck,” were his words and you nodded because yes you were so incredibly wet just for him. Now, he pulled down your jeans all the way, followed by your bra, and the second your tits were out, he pulled one of your nipples between his lips, causing you to gasp. Two of his fingers slipped down and underneath your panties, making you buckle your hips. With ease he slid both of them into you, you now leaning more against the desk as he sucked on your left nipple and began to finger fuck you slowly. But you didn’t want slow, you wanted him fast and hard and right now. Yor hand wandered to his wet from your mouth cock and you began to jerk him off, causing him to groan against your breast.

“So impatient”, he said as his free hand stopped the hand that was around his cock. Standing up right again, he watched you with hawk eyes as his fingers sped up, your lips parted but he shook his head.

“No sound. For as long as I don’t let you. Got it?” his demanding voice was sending chills down your spine. Nodding you watched him, lips pressed together, as your nipples begun hurting from being so hard. You tried to move your hips in the rhythm of his fingers, but Mingyu shook his head again and you almost fainted at that. You were so hot and bothered and just wanted him to finally show you mercy and fuck you into that desk behind you.

“So good at behaving,” Mingyu now said, fingers fucking you harder now, “be a good girl and unbutton my shirt.”

Gladly. You got your one hand back from his grab and tried your best to ignore the feeling of his fingers inside of you as you unbuttoned his shirt, showing off more and more skin the further you got. When you reached the last button, his fingers slipped out of you and he quickly shrugged it off – only to pick you up and place you on the desk, making you gasp once again. You took the moment to take in his broad shoulders and chest, his defined torso with abs that made you all weak in your knees. His big hands shoved your legs apart as he caressed your skin. All you could think about was his big cock filling you up.

“I really wanna fuck you raw, baby, but I won’t complain if you wanna use a condom. I can get one from my wallet.”

You knew the correct answer would be to use a condom. You didn’t know who he had slept with, and it wasn’t like you hadn’t been sleeping around. But all of you was screaming to feel him raw, to feel him cum right inside of you. You bit your lip and looked down at his cock, your fingers slowly dancing over it.

“Use a condom, but when you cum I want you to cum on me, if that’s alright?” you said and looked up at him again. His face said it all.

“Fuck, of course that’s alright,” he said, giving you a quick kiss and bending down to get his wallet out of his jeans pocket.

A few moments later he had the condom rolled up on his cock and was back to standing in front of you. He was kissing you passionately and you had your arms around his neck, one of his hands massaging your breast as the other was aligning his cock with your entrance.

“Please, M-Mingyu, need your cock now,” you whined, and he chuckled, before finally slipping into you. And fuck, did it feel good. It didn’t take long for you to get adjusted, which was surprising considering his size, but you gladly took it. He then began to fuck you, thrusting his hips at a quick pace from the get-go. You leaned back, boobs jiggling as he fucked you, one arm around his neck as the other was propping you from behind. Mingyu had one of his hands on your hip and the other on your neck, cussing as he kept on fucking you.

“Shit, you feel so good, baby,” he breathed, and you answered by moaning loudly when he hit you right where you needed him. Mingyu apparently picked that up because he kept that angle and had you moaning his name repeatedly in no time. Grinning proudly, he picked up the pace, still trying to maintain the angle you needed him to, and you threw your head back, the moans getting progressively louder.

“Y-you’re so b-big, and fuck me so g-good,” you breathed out and Mingyu bit his lip, eyes now focused on your tits as his one hand began devouring them, nipples between thumb and pointer finger, making you feel even more sensitive. If he was to continue like this, you would cum in mere seconds.

“Are you close, baby? Cum for me, wanna see your pretty face when you cum,” he whispered into your ear and began kissing your neck again, licking at your sensitive skin as he moved down and was back to sucking your nipple. And that’s what got you. In a rush you felt your high reach you and you felt something like a scream escape your throat as your orgasm shook you to the core. Mingyu kept on fucking you through it, quick and hard and you suddenly felt something wet dripping down your legs, just after you had reached a second orgasm only seconds apart.

“Fuck, did you just squirt?!” Mingyu cussed and next thing you knew he pulled you from the table and turned you around, cock springing free from your pussy as he pulled the condom off and jerked himself off until only a few strokes later he came all over your ass, thighs, and lower back.

Together, you came down from your highs, him leaning his forehead against your shoulder and you with your arms propped on the table in front of you. You were pretty positive that this might have been the best sex of your life, but you weren’t gonna tell him that. You had a feeling his ego was big enough as it was.

“I should probably get something to clean you up,” you heard Mingyu say after a few moments filled with you trying to catch your breath and you slowly turned your head around to see him smile at you… shyly? What on earth? The man who had just fucked you into oblivion was shy? But instead of questioning it, you just nodded and watched him walk over to one of the closets to the right, where he got out a tissue box. He then walked back over to you and started wiping away the traces he had left on you, all while remaining silent.

“Thank you,” you said when he was done and turned back around, watching him gather your clothes and handing them to you. You both got dressed and you kept on wondering how his whole personality had switched in just a few moments.

“Well, uh, I should probably clean this up,” Mingyu said then, pulling a hand through his hair as he looked at the mess of papers on the floor. Once again, you nodded, following his gaze.

“Right. I should… get going then?” you didn’t know why you had phrased it as a question, but it did feel kind of strange to just leave after what you had just done and how…sudden it had happened. Mingyu’s eyes met your again and he cleared his throat.

“You… asked me earlier if I had done this before and, truth it, I haven’t. You really were the first.”

Oh. Oh. That actually explained a lot.

“Surely didn’t feel like it,” you said, trying to lighten the mood and judging by his little laugh it worked.

“I want to see you again, y/n. If you want that too. And not just to do this, even though I really would love to do that again, too. But I… like I said, from the first moment I saw you I was drawn. And I would have asked you out anyways… guess this just kind of happened first,” you stared at Mingyu as he spoke, rubbing his neck nervously. In any other case you would have said yes right away. He was exactly your type, or maybe he was everyone’s type, and hanging out with him could be fun, not to mention the sex. You knew, though, that right now certainly wasn’t the best time to start something. Even though Jiwoo would probably understand, you had never backed off from a challenge and this one would definitely not be the first one.

But then, without even realizing it, your brain had come up with the answer for you.

“I want to see you again, too, Mingyu. I really do.”

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[withcolebrock]

Lovely

Corpse Husband x fem reader

Summary: Y/N surprises Corpse on his birthday

Warnings: a few swear words

Word count: 1,818

Author’s Note: happy early birthday Corpsey!! I thought about writing a birthday fic and this is what I cam up with, I hope you guys enjoy it. Also please tell me I’m not the only person that remembers Mario Super Sluggers, one of the best Mario games and I stand by that, that’s all. 

~~~

Corpse was never big on birthdays. He hated the attention it brought on him, he hated the idea of celebrating himself like that. He stopped recognizing his birthday when he was fifteen. Never acknowledge the day as something special. Until he met Y/N. Three years ago he met Y/N through social media and she was the first person he felt comfortable enough to show his face to.

The two were never romantically involved, per say, but they definitely had romantic feelings for each other. Their friends were big on teasing them about their feelings for each other, Felix and Sean always had a field day with this. Their friend group thought it was peak comedy. Even Corpse would admit that it was hilarious listening to Sean try to impersonate his voice.

Y/N and Corpse first met on his birthday, he invited her to come over and hang out. She happily accepted the offer. Ever since then Corpse has started to look forward to his birthday because he knew they would spend all day together. He knew he would be happy and smiling the whole day because of her.

He was laying in bed watching one of Dream’s Manhunts. He lifted his phone from his side table to begin to scroll through Twitter. It was the same old tweets and not a lot of tweets from his friends, quite boring. He reached to place it down when he saw a phone call from Y/N. His pinked lips curled up softly as he spent a few seconds admiring the photo of her in his merch hoodie that he took.

“Y/N, Hey,” he said while putting the phone on speaker. He cleared his throat while he rested the phone on his chest.

“I’m so sorry, Corpse,” she whispered, a small whimper left her lips. Corpse furrowed his eyebrows as he adjusted the pillow under his head.

“What’s wrong, Hun?” he asked.

“I can’t make it tomorrow, my car won’t start and my brother came to look at it and it looks like I need a new battery and possibly an alternator, I’m so sorry Corpse, I really wanted to see you,”

Corpse let her finish talking while he felt his heart sink at her words. She was all he was looking forward to seeing for weeks. He spent a few days cleaning his apartment, making it spotless. He went out to the store to buy her favorite alcohol and other snacks. “It’s fi-Don’t worry about it, it’s okay,” he whispered. He tapped his finger against his laptop while clenching his jaw.

“We will still celebrate your birthday, I promise, we will still have a good day, okay?” she offered.

“Yeah, of course, it’ll still be good. Yeah, we can-yeah we can do something over discord,” he explained while he tossed his computer to the other side of his bed as he slowly pushed himself off the bed.

“Are you mad?” she asked, her voice was barely audible.

“No of course not, it’s something out of your control, it’s okay I promise,” he responded while he left his bedroom. His gaze looked all over his freshly cleaned apartment, that never looks this nice and put together, “I was just excited to see you is all,” the words fell from his lips without realizing. His eyes widened as she was silent on her end of the phone.

“I was excited too,” she whispered. After a few more minutes they ended their phone call with a quick shared goodbye. He rested his phone down on the counter as he continued to frustratingly clench his jaw. His gaze shifted towards the bottle of Vodka in the corner of his kitchen. He sighed while he reached for it and quickly untwisted it. He brought it to his lips and took a quick sip of it. He cringed as he set the bottle down on the counter while twisting the lid back on.

“How does she like this shit,” he muttered as he shook his head again at the after taste. He walked towards his bathroom, while dropping his head slightly.  He rested his phone and his watch down onto the bathroom counter. He looked into the mirror briefly before shifting his gaze back towards his feet. He started to take off his clothes to get into the shower and to try and rush the end of the day. He wanted to try and sleep to get Y/N off of his mind.

~~~

He was surprised when he woke up when he realized he did in fact fall asleep for a while. It was late past nine o’clock when he reached for his phone on his side table. He opened Twitter to see hundreds of thousands of birthday tweets from fans. His face softens as his lips curled up into a smile.

Over the years his fans would tell him happy birthday, over social media but this year felt different. The constant messages rolling through slowly started forming tears into his eyes. The amount of endless love he always received from his fans always made him feel better and slightly more secure than last time. His eyes filled with more tears as he saw his friends tweet sweet little birthday messages. A few tears slipped his eyes as he began to reply to their tweets and private messages.

He raised his hand as he wiped his eyes. He shook his head as she slowly stood up from his bed while he kept his phone in his hand. The birthday messages and wishes were a quick and short distraction from the one person he wanted to see. The one person who made him excited for his birthday again. He sighed as he opened his fridge, taking a bottle of water.

The silence in his apartment was heartbreaking, despite the love and appreciation he felt from his fans and his friends, he was still alone. He never wanted to remember the feeling of being alone on his birthday again. He loved the joy and love he felt from Y/N when she would spent the day with him. He wiped his eye as he rested his phone beside his bottle of water when it started to ring. He quickly cleared his throat as he answered the phone.

“Open the door,” she spoke. Corpse’s eyebrows furrowed as he stood silently while he waited for her to elaborate, “Open the door, please,” she continued. He chuckled nervously as he kept the phone to his ear as he wandered towards the door. He looked through the peep hole to see Y/N standing holding a small cake. He chuckled as he pulled the door open. She smiled widely when she saw him. His smile was as wide as it could go as he was at a loss for words. His body was tense as he looked deeply into her eyes. “Happy birthday,” she whispered as she stared towards him. Corpse slowly brought his phone down into his hoodie pocket as he reached out for the cake.

“I thought you couldn’t come,” he said as he walked towards the kitchen. She placed her phone into her jean pocket as she kept her gaze on Corpse.

“Suprise?” she let out while she ran her fingers through her hair. He chuckled as he turned to face her. He leaned his body against the counter while he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Come here,” he said, barely audible. She rushed towards him delicately wrapping her arms around him as he slowly did the same. He took a long deep breath as he ran his hand slowly up and down her back. His eyes shut as he fought off the tears of joy filling his eyes. He sniffed, as she pulled away from him.

‘Are you okay?” she asked as she stood in front of him, anxiously playing with her sleeves. He nodded as he chewed at his bottom lip.

“I’m just happy you’re here is all,”

~~~

They sat together with a half eaten chocolate cake with a half a bottle of wine, with Mario Super Sluggers on the TV screen. She leane her head back laughing as she watched Corpse try and get Bowser to get to first base. “Come on, come on, come on, Oh fuck that!” he yelled through a few chuckles. Y/N gets Diddy Kong to get Bowser out. “Oh come on Bowser you’re supposed to be all strong and shit what is this bullshit,” he complained while he sat back down on the couch. She leaned her head back as she began laughing hysterically.

“I think it’s just you, Hun, this aint got nothing to do with Bowser,” she explained. He shook his head while laughing.

“I am so good at this game, it’s definitely Bowser for sure,” he continued. They played the game for a few more rounds, there was tons of trash talk and laughter shared. A full bottle of wine and a few vodka sodas later they were both drunk and still making their way through the cake sitting on the coffee table.

“I’m so glad you came, honestly would’ve been a shit day without you,” Corpse said as he took another fork full of cake and he slowly brought it to his lips.

“It’s been a great day, it’s always a great day with you, Lovely,” she turned her head towards him. He tilted his head to meet her gaze. A small chuckle leaves his lips as he stares into her eyes, admiring the color. “Why are you laughing?” she chuckled as she spoke quietly. He shook his head as he pressed his lips together.

“That’s a new nickname,” he whispered. She furrowed her eyebrows as she tilted her head back slightly, “Lovely,” he hummed before leaning slightly closer to her, “I like that one.”

“I’ll start using it more then,” she said while she turned her head away from him briefly, “Lovely.” He smiled widely as he rolled his eyes playfully. He lifted his hand and wiped his hair away from his eyes as he reached into his pocket for his phone. He opened his camera. “What are you doing?”

“Smile,” he said while he held the camera facing her. She furrowed her eyebrows and laughed nervously. She smiled towards Coprse. He took a few of the photos and held his phone up as he looked towards her through the phone. He admired her smile, the way her nose scrunched up slightly when she did. He slowly lowered his phone as he kept his gaze towards her.

“What,” she let out nervously, her lips still curled upwards. He shook  his head as he reluctantly shifted his gaze back to his phone. He went to Twitter and picked his favorite one. He captioned the photo, Great Birthday with my Lovely :).

He drunkenly posted without thinking about the repercussions that would’ve occurred.

[milliedazzledust]

In Loving Memory (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Request: @missroro the reader is steve twin and she married to bucky after the blip, she had enough of the 'new captain america' thing shes really mad, so when walker and his friend start talking about joining forces she snap like she pull out a gun and pointing right at them, also sam ofc dont forget about sam. Sam trying to stop her while bucky "nah let her do her fun"

Words: 2021

Warning: !!TFATWS SPOILER!! without context - violence

A/N: wrote this today, it basically follows the events of ep3 of fatws but without context. I have a couple of exams this week so I won't be able to post until next saturday. Until then, enjoy

"You shouldn’t have gave him the shield"

Sam frowned, turning back to look at Bucky.

"I didn’t gave him the shield" He defended himself, making a point.

"Well, Steve definitely didn’t" Y/N ironically answered back.

He gave her a pointed stare. They had had this conversation countless times and Y/N never missed a chance to remind him of what she thought was a huge mistake.

"You are the reason this is happening, Sam. You chose to take on my brother’s legacy and threw it out the window"

The man didn’t reply and pursed his lips. He knew she didn’t mean any of her harsh words, she was angry and still mourning. If taking it out on him could make her feel better, he would let her.

"Y/N, stop" Bucky took a step toward his wife, clasping her hand in his metal one. He had hoped the physical contact would be enough to calm her down.

"He abandoned me, Sam" She continued, her voice filled with emotions. "He was gone and all I had left was memories. I chose this life for him, I fought with him, I believed in everything he represented. I looked up to him, to Captain America. And today, even those memories are gone, taken by the same government you and I were up against, mocked by clowns pretending to be heroes, all because you gave up"

The Falcon closed his eyes and dropped his head. She couldn’t see his point of view, or share his opinions when her judgment was clouded by so much pain. He wished she could understand the dilemma, the duality that represented the shield for him.

"Y/N, please, that’s enough" Bucky whispered next to her ear.

She turned her head toward him and as usual, his heart broke when he saw the torment in her eyes. She didn’t need to speak, she was an open book to him. They both had lost so much and yet were all each other had left. They were collateral damage, their own team against a world that wasn’t theirs anymore. She silently nodded, assuring him she was fine. Sam watched Bucky kissing her forehead and he furrowed his brow. He would never admit it but he was glad they had each other, because no one could carry that much pain alone without crumbling apart.

Before any of them could add anything, soldiers in blue and red erupted in the room, bursting through the door of the apartment where they were hiding in Latvia. Bucky instinctively grabbed Y/N and forced her body to move behind his. The two man stood in front of them, tall and proud, a smug smile on their lips.

"Alright, that’s it, your time is up" The man calling himself Captain America announced, the shield in one hand, the other pointing at the three avengers. "Tell me where Zemo is"

"We know you’re hiding him" His sidekick added.

"I’m ordering you to turn him over"

Sam eyed them up and down.

"Let’s be clear, the only thing you’re running here is your mouth" The Falcon firmly replied, crossing his arms.

"I gave you a chance to work with us" He mentioned.

" ‘For us’ is the correct way to put it, tough guy. And we said no." Y/N reminded him, her face showing how much she was annoyed.

"You’re obviously in over your head so I suggest you turn back and go" Sam argued.

"You really want this conversation to go there ?" The hero threatened.

Bucky straightened up when he felt Y/N tensing. He knew she was already on the verge of snapping. One wrong word from the man she hated and this could go down to hell.

"Should I put down the shield ?" He continued to challenge Sam. "Make it fair?"

The woman groaned and when John Walker dropped his weapon, without a second thought, she grabbed the nearest knife and threw it right at his face. The man had barely enough time to move back and his eyes rose in surprise when the blade stuck itself into the wall with force.

"Sorry, it slipped" She ironically explained, shrugging.

"You don’t want to play this game with me" He tried to intimidate her, tilting his head to the side.

She smiled, pleased he was giving her the opportunity to smack his face. Bucky clenched his fists when he saw her walking in front of Walker. Without tearing her eyes away from his, she seized her knife and pulled it out of the wall with a sharp movement.

"I think someone should teach you a lesson, Walker" She told him in a low tone.

"Are you offering ?" He challenged her.

"Don’t tempt me"

"You’re lucky you’re his sister" He grinned. "But don’t push it. This Captain America is not as lenient as the previous was"

Bucky swore under his breath. It was too late now. And just as Sam looked at him with concern, Y/N threw her fist in a curved punch at the soldier. He used his forearm to counter the blow, but she was faster and had far more experience. Using the momentum, her foot rose up and kicked him in the face. The man was thrown back, shaking his head in confusion.

"We should do something" Sam advised the former assassin.

"No. Let her have her fun" He crossed his arms, harboring a small smirk.

The soldier tried to hit her back, but even when he took the shield she blocked his attack. His sidekick soon joined the fight and distracted her for a second, just enough time for Walker to punch her. Immediately, she felt the taste of blood in her mouth, but no pain. She was passed that, far too pissed to feel anything.

Another blow on her chest send her to the ground and Hoskins hold her down while his friend was about to hit her with her brother’s shield. He raised it in the air, with every intention of beating her, but a strong metal hand stopped him in his movement. A very infuriated Bucky stood before him, his blue eyes darkening with anger. He firmly took the weapon, knocked Hoskins out with it and threw it across the room.

"If you wanted to make it fair, you shouldn’t have chosen to hit my wife" His tone was terrifying.

Walker didn’t seem as confident anymore. Bucky looked imposing, brute force ready to strike. His metal arm clenched in a fist and, without warning, it collided with the soldier’s jaw, sending him a few feet away. He strode to the man on the ground and grabbed him by the collar of his uniform

"This is all easy for you, isn’t it ?" Walker spoke with venom, staring at Bucky. "All that serum running through your veins"

With a swift movement, Y/N took the shield and launched it with power right on the soldier’s chest. The blow was so violent his body crashed into a door before landing on the floor. She was furious by his statement and he could see it with every step she made toward him. She grabbed the gun attached to her thigh and pointed it at his face.

"Lesson number one: learn when to shut up. Especially when you don't know what you're talking about" She was fuming but had not intention on killing the man, despite the sheer desire to do so.

She didn’t realize Sam was next to her until she saw his hand lowering her gun.

"This isn’t what Steve would want." He calmly expressed. "Remember, there’s always another way"

Her lips quivered and she closed her eyes, remembering how many times her brother had told her that. She let him take the weapon and looked up at him. The conviction and kindness in his stare were enough. He didn’t have to say anything. Every words she needed to hear, he spoke them in silence.

She turned back to Bucky and he cupped her face, inspecting the bruise on her skin. He seemed ready to go back and beat the man down. Y/N softly smiled and clasped her hands around his wrists. He stroke her cheek and pulled her toward him before carefully kissing her lips.

"Good ?" He asked in a soft voice he only used with her.

"Good"

It was something between them, a single word they spoke every time they fought. Wherever they were, whomever they were up against, if one of them asked, the other had to answer. It was their intimate way to always know they were alright.

Later that day, Sam and Bucky had decided to go talk to the leader of the Flag Smasher, Karli Morgenthau, while Y/N had been charged to follow Walker and Hoskins. As soon as she had seen they were going after the young super soldier, she had warned her friends about the danger. She knew enough about the new Captain to guess he had no intention on arresting Karli. He wanted to make justice himself. She pitied his sidekick. He seemed like a decent man with good ideas struggling to find virtue on the wrong side of the battle. He was Walker’s collateral damage.

She wondered what Steve would think of all that if he could see them fighting both super soldiers and Captain America. He never cared for the star and stripes, never used his shield to harm. His heart was with the people he defended. Even when it had been against Tony, he pursued what he believed was best. Was that what Walker was trying to do ? She couldn’t know. But she was sure of one thing, the man had nothing in common with Steve. Pride, ego and selfishness were never traits anyone would have used to describe her brother. She couldn’t bear for him to be replaced, especially to a man that didn’t share his morals or any of his opinions. The shield he was carrying wasn’t just a weapon, it was her brother’s symbol of hope, a symbol he had fought so hard to forge. The man made the uniform, not the other way around. That’s what Walker didn’t get. Up until that point, people had not been following Captain America, they had been following Steve Rogers.

Standing in that public square, she didn’t realize she was crying until she felt Bucky entwined his fingers with hers. She couldn’t avert her eyes from the horrific scenery. Powerlessly, she watched a man she didn’t know being executed. His opponent was merciless, striking with determination and rage, using the only piece of memory she had left of her brother to bring terror and death. Frozen on the spot in the middle of the crowd, she could see the fear in all those strangers eyes and it felt like grief coming in waves, a shard in her guts that would never leave. It felt like this particular moment was choking the breath out of her body, short circuiting her mind. What was whole once completely shattered and she couldn’t find the strength to be angry anymore. All her brother had built had fallen apart in the split of a second and all the world had left was a bloodied image of his symbol of hope. A symbol that was no more.

“Sam...” She called him, almost like a scared child.

“I know...”

Both men looked worried. Y/N felt Bucky’s hand trembling and she squeezed him harder. She could easily guess how he felt. Steve had saved both of them, he had gave them a purpose, had allowed the former assassin to be more than the weapon Hydra had made of him. Pieces by pieces, he had brought their family back together. And as they both stood there, witnessing the horrifying end of his legacy, Bucky realized everything his bestfriend had fought for was turning into dust.

"I’m sorry" Y/N whispered to Sam. "But there’s no other way now"

Her husband dropped his head, trying to regain a sense of control over his emotions. Wordlessly agreeing with her, he turned to their friend.

“He has to be stopped”

Tags: @taina-eny

[starshipsofstarlord]

Not on my boat

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | whilst helping Sam fix his boat, during the midst of its progression, Bucky corners you within the old Wilson heirloom, leaving your friend and future captain, rather disgusted in the both of you.

Warnings | tfatws spoilers, mentions of death, some angst, smut, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, bit of choking, swearing

Requested ✖️

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Hearing the waves crash against the side of the boat brought a smile upon your face, as you felt the breeze brush against your face. It was peaceful, fixing something rather than leaving it broken in order to save lives. If you weren’t swarmed with the government on your tail about how you were not allowed to use your powers, you’d be living out a free and happy life with the man you loved.

You were enduring a break from your assistance on the old Wilson vessel, your legs plodded around its platform, as you surveyed every piece that was in progress. Soon it would be in tip top shape, and when Sam and Bucky’s relationship was on par with that, that was when the two of you had planned to leave. There were plenty of things the two of you had to make up for before you could reside in peace; one of those things was that list of his.

It was a ledger of the amends that he had to make, a reminder of all the lives that had either taunted his own, or he had stolen from whilst he was not himself. James did not deserve the grievance that he was pardoned with, he was struggling, that much was clear. He had lost Steve, and then he was forced to watch as the shield had been handed off to some wanna be cap. To say he had been furious at Sam was a deep understatement, but as said, he was making amends.

Sam was a good man, you had learnt that much from the time that you had spent avenging to him. You had yet to tell him, but you weren’t planning on going back to that life after Karli was stopped, you wanted to continue working in the small shot bar slash grill, where Bucky and Youri would visit during your hours for lunch, and remain in that partition of worlds. Having Bucky and normalcy was a fine balance, which was a deep seated structure that you deeply needed.

If you did not have that then you were sure you’d explode, and hurt someone, or break something. That was no longer your duty, the fighting that you had spent most of your life giving into was coming to an end, and you were more than fine with that. A civilian life sounded good enough, and something that you could definitely settle for, though, you weren’t sure that Bucky would do the same, you hoped that he would.

That gleam in his eye was far too noticeable every time that he looked at that star striped shield. It had brought him much pain, but it had been there in the corner of his sight everywhere he had went. And now, Sam Wilson, the man that his best friend had entrusted with it, finally accepted the mantle, holding it in his firm grasp, ready to become the next captain to walk the earth, and both you and him knew that he would do far better than Walker could.

He was already a hero, he’d been fighting the Sam foes as Steve for some time, that was enough to know that he was ready. His hesitancy had been understandable, more so after listening to Isiah, though, it was nice to see Sam take his own path on this one. There were pictures of his younger self assembled upon the wooden walls, he was with his sister Sarah. She seemed like a nice woman, a part of you wished that you get to know her better, but she wasn’t a buyer into the whole superhero get advantages agenda, and nor were you.

From what you could tell, Sam had his advantage right here; his family. Sarah was supportive of him, always aiding him necessary, whilst she simultaneously raised to young boys, that looked admirably up to their uncle, and feeding the kids that they went to school with because their parents had no intention to. If you could, you’d buy a replica of her life, her head was above water, although the boat almost wasn’t.

The boat. It was an heirloom, something that you did not have of your own family. Everyone was gone, the only person you had was Bucky, and thinking of him caused a light chuckle to fall from your lips, he made you endlessly happy. But neither of you could have the picture perfect life, and that was why the pair of you worked, you were each well aware of the restrictions that taunted you both, and had both been down dark roads on more than one occasion.

Things were turning brighter though, as the sun glared through the old glass, casting luminosity to stroke the high points of your face. A gently creak had your head diverting to the door way, where no other than James Barnes was leant up against, his metal arm pressed to the frame as he adoringly swept his oceanic pools over your form, slowly stepping closer.

“What are you thinking about doll?” He asked you, his tone genuine, as you sighed from his words, rubbing your eyelid as you felt a small itch. You puffed your cheeks, as you placed your hands on the super soldier’s waist, rubbing small and vigilant circles through his grey shirt.

“Too much.” It was an honest answer, everything was rattling around like pins in your mind, sinking in and letting loose to their own will. They could not be organised, they would only tumble about again, until the box was empty, though, for now, you had nowhere else to put them.

“Sarah said we could spend the night.” At his words, you hummed, taking note once more of how generous the woman indeed was. “We get the couch, so you best be on your best behaviour baby girl, nothing dirty goes on inside.” A small smirk crept its way onto his handsome face as you gasped at his spoken intention, lightly hitting the vibranium of his arm.

“Why do you blame me for not keeping it in my pants?” You interrogated him, glaring up at the man with a furrow between your brows. “You’re the one that corners me, a lot like this actually, so that you can get your own way and fuck m- oh, that’s exactly what you’re doing now, isn’t it?” You scoffed, crossing your arms and stepping away due to the man’s hormonal impulses. “Why am in not surprised?” You asked yourself, shaking your head at the behaviour of your partner.

“Hey, I’m doing us both a favour. Sex in someone else’s house is not exactly appreciated, and there’s kids, that i would rather not risk getting caught by.” He moved towards you, grabbing an ass cheek in each hand, as he pulled you closer by his grip. “At least then, there’s a chance I can survive the night, without being woken up by you sucking me off, or riding me.”

He was pushing your buttons, and he far well knew that, almost too well. It was his technique to get you riled up, that way, there’d be no dismissal of his current proposal, though, you continued to wear that adorable frown that he loved so much, and so, he gave your ass another firm squeeze, causing you to gasp against his chest. “Fucking on their dead parents’ boat isn’t exactly respectful either.”

“We’re helping fix it, may as well take our break on board, let loose a little, release all that’s clouding your mind.” He shrugged, knowing that his words were tempting you into complying with his lustrous whim, and so, to put another step in to helping his cause, he stepped back, reaching behind him to pull his shirt over the back of his neck, leaving his muscular torso bare, and free for your eyes to roam.

“That’s not fair.” You whined at him, not stopping yourself as you moved closer, and smoothed your hands down his stomach. “You’re such a tease Barnes, why couldn’t you have just fingered me in the public bathroom and waited until tomorrow?” A groan slipped from your mouth, as you peppered kisses over his warm flesh, tasting the sweat on his skin as your tongue swiped over the ridges of his six pack.

“Where would the fun have been in that?” He watched you roll your eyes, but continue to work your way down to his navel, stroking his v line with your fingertips. “We’ve had sex on a plane, might as well add a boat to the list.” Bucky remarked, groaning as you put your weight down onto your knees, looking up at him with your pretty eyes, as you palmed him through the denim of his jeans.

He could feel his cock stirring beneath the material, wanting more, eager to breach the layers that were keeping your tongue from rotating around him. But he remained still, as you swept your hair out from your face, the noise of your pulling down his zipper audible, as you sent him a naughty grin. The man above you licked his lips, breathing a sigh of relief when you tugged his jeans and boxers down, his erection swiftly bouncing up, the leaking tip pointing rudely at your face.

With a quick hand, you grasped his length, rubbing over his veins as you pumped him, spreading the moisture of his precum over his rigid skin, aiding you in your movements. As you proceeded to jerk him within your grip, your mouth moved forwards, your breath fanning over his balls before your tongue slipped out to stroke them, swiping up the droopy skin, as you suckled one into your mouth, contently moaning from the flavour of his skin.

Your eyes had shut as Bucky opened his own, watching you through a hooded gaze as you happily assisted his genitals, sending him into a crusade of pleasure as you used your well adversed skill set upon him. Your bottom lip ran up his shaft, slowly dragging along his reddened skin, until your reached the tip, your hands fleeing down to fondle with his sack, as your mouth stuffed itself full of his cock.

“Baby girl.” He breathed, his chest feeling tight as he stood there, practically naked aboard your friend’s boat. James gritted his teeth, watching as you effortlessly bobbed your head up and down half of him, lazily grinning as gagging sounds eventually emitted from your throat as you had him down the back of your throat, saliva slipping down your chin as you shook your head from side to side with him choking you with his dick.

Though he worried not for your struggle, not as you moaned against him, your lashes fluttering though your eyes were shut. He reached his vibranium hand down, stroking the side of your face with the cool metal, a high whine whistling it’s way out of your nose. Your spare hand reached up, cupping it against you, as you hollowed your cheeks, steadily breathing your nostrils.

A light frown covered your face as you focused on smoothing your tongue on his underside, causing Bucky to throw back his head, his stomach sternly clenching as he felt his balls twitch; and then, before he could fathom it, he was filling your mouth, cumming down your throat, as he pulled out, the last of his seed falling upon your tongue as he manhandled himself, feeling sensitive as he watched you fumble your tongue around your mouth, swallowing the mix of your spittle and his cum.

“Taste so fucking good.” You spoke, laughing lightly as you stared up and saw his dazed expression. Bucky pulled you up, his hand cupping your ass again, as he backed you up against the dash, your back lightly hitting against the window as he pulled at your shorts, whisking then down your legs, rubbing you through your underwear. His tongue explored your mouth, tasting himself as he located your clit, your arms grabbing at his shoulders to push him down, to which he complied.

His noises echoed through your mouth, as he pressed kissed along the top of your thighs, his fingers surpassing the seams of your panties, swiping at your entrance, until his prodding ceased, and he sunk his middle finger into your pussy, feeling you clench around him instantaneously. His teeth bit into your skin, emitting a squeal out of you as you harshly tugged his hair, making him rut his loose cock against nothing but the air.

“So wet.” He mumbled against your skin, as his vibranium snapped the sides of your underwear, letting the damp material fall to the floor, as he licked circles around your clit with his tongue, pulley airy sounds of pleasure of of your lungs. He slipped in another finger, his nose being pressed against your mound as you tugged him even closer, feeling as though you were almost there. Then you came, his fingers quickly exiting you as his tongue plunged in your entrance, cleaning up all your juices.

“Need you to fuck me Buck, please honey”. The man stood, stroking his hard cock as he teased your entrance. He swiped it through your slit a couple of times, before slapping his head against your clit, making your mewl against his lips, as you licked your essence from around his mouth. “James...” His cocky demeanour returned, as he watched you glance down at his cock, pressing your lips together in desire.

“Thought you didn’t want to fuck me on the boat.” He sneered dominantly, gripping your throat with his vibranium fist, giving it a tough squeeze, finding it endlessly hot as needy tears pooled in the corners of your eyes. Your lips pouted as you sputtered to speak, but you were just so hungry for him. “Guess I’m just gonna have to take pity on you doll, aren’t I?”

With that,he wedged his way through your folds, filling you to the brim as he bottomed out, gently releasing your throat to paw at your tits through your shirt. “Move baby, move.” You mumbled, your head feeling dizzy as your nails dug into the back of his neck, pulling him closer so that you could place tender and supple kisses across the front of his shoulders.

And so, he began to thrust into you, keeping a grip on your hips as he raised your leg around his waist, driving into you deeper, your head tiredly lulling as you chanted his name in soft and delirious pants. “So damn tight angel.” The soldier muttered, biting down onto your chin as he kissed his way up to your lips, abusing the swollen flesh a little more. The kisses were sloppy and downright needy, his vibranium hand held your chin up so that it would tip in rhythm with his movements, making access to the inside of your mouth easier.

“Buck.” You mumbled against his lips as your eyes rolled, your own hand circling your clit as you jutted against his exceeding administrations, one hand crawling up into his scalp as you let our small screams. You were indefinitely close, and as Bucky swerved his head around your own, moving his lips to nip at your earlobe, you came, coating his cock in your wetness, as he continued to hit his hips against your own.

It wasn’t long until he followed after, your clumsy hands trailing down to roll his balls in your palms being the last thing to push him over the edge. Bucky remained standing between your legs, each of your heads resting over each other’s shoulders as you felt each other, eyes closed, and smelling how the aroma of your sex wafted around you, like a personalised perfume.

“Hell no.” And the peace was broke, as Sam’s voice broke it. He had his hands on his hips as he shifted his gaze away from the two of you, unimpressed by what had happened. “The two of you get a break and you - not on my boat!” He practically screeched like a falcon at the pair of you, his arms flailing about like a bird’s flapping wings.

Although he was maddened, it didn’t settle well with you. You were too far out of it to acknowledge what he must have thought about the on deck dick that you had gotten, you were too lost in Bucky, the feeling of him still inside of you, and the falling of his cum out from beneath you both. “You know what, I’m outta here.” Sam left, quite glad to do so.

“You alright doll face?” Bucky asked as he pulled out, making you wince from the feeling of emptiness. You nodded as he reached for your underwear , leaving them be when he registered he had torn them, and instead opted to picking up just you’d shorts, pulling them onto your legs, redressing himself afterwards.

“I love you Buck.” You smiled tiredly, humming as he pecked your lips a few more times, combing his hands through your sex hair, as he returned the facial expression, seemingly calm. It looked good on him, the pair of you had momentarily forgotten your traumas, and it was bliss.

“Love you too darling.” He pecked your nose, staring lovingly into your eyes as he helped you down, and abled you with support to stand. “Unfortunately I think our breaks over beautiful.” He spoke, his hand upon your waist as the pair of you walked from the scene, going to fetch a bottle of water from Sarah, whom you hoped had not learn of your oversea adventure .

[jimblejamblewritings]

little situation | part 3.

Summary: For years, HYDRA had been trying to use the samples of Steve’s DNA to make another super-soldier. They finally succeed and when S.H.I.E.L.D. breaks her out, Cap is forced to come face to face with his kid and figure out parenting on an Avengers’ lifestyle.

Warnings: maybe potential childhood trauma but nothing really

Pairing: Steve Rogers x blackdaughter!reader, avengers x child!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist) 

While Steve was so close to getting his license, a week was not enough despite how hard he tried. So Nat picked you both up and the three of you headed to S.H.I.E.L.D. Your backpack was filled with supplies and a change of clothes. Steve tried to put his foot down but like Nat predicted, they wanted you in training. However, they could only manage to squeeze out two hours in the gym.

Steve threatened to snap someone’s neck if they did more or even thought about taking you to the shooting range. He also had the second condition that they moved his training schedule up earlier so he could be in the gym at the same time you were.

“Okay, Miss Rogers, we’ll start you off light today. Just tests to find your baseline.”

Steve watched from the corner of his eye while he did his own training. The trainer sent you to wash up in the locker rooms and walked over to where he was running on the treadmill— his attempt to makeup for his lack of morning run.

“Captain. Miss Rogers’ test yielded interesting results.”

“Interesting?”

“Every single one of her scores is exactly one-fourth of yours.”

“What does that mean for Sarah?”

“Whether she gets better or not, Miss Rogers for a girl her age is peak human, dare I say super like you.”

Steve finished his run and left to go change in the locker rooms. You waited outside so he tried to be as quick as possible. The trainer’s words weighed heavy on him. There was something unspoken but he knew it. He knew it when Nat had said it. You were more than likely going to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Steve led you to his office.

Desk work, not something he liked but for this week he was grateful. He still had to figure out school for you which, based on your talks sometimes, might be tutoring. In this moment he wished he knew Elise, had some insight into how smart she was really was. Bruce Banner, IQ 180. Tony Stark, 189. Your mother, Elise, IQ 193. Steve Rogers wasn’t stupid by any means but he was also not close to 180.

And then after figuring out school, he was going to need to figure out a babysitter for when he went on missions. He had considered asking his neighbor but then the nurse would start to ask questions about his job. And what if he found himself gone for weeks instead of a simple few days? Steve was stressed. He honestly would rather be back on the day Peggy walked in on that one woman making out with him. Dodging bullets from Peggy Carter seemed a lot less stressful than thinking of a babysitter for his genius child.

Nat and another agent walked into his office with a mission report. They stopped in the doorway when they noticed you on the floor with red, white, and blue ribbons as well as clear plastic straws. They also heard the audiobook about space, that Steve had tuned out by this point, playing loudly from his computer. Steve looked up and stepped out of the office, closing the door.

“She’s making an icosidodecahedron… I know, just go with it. She thought it was pretty. Is that from the Mexico mission?”

“No, the Candian border. Mexico is actually still there, said they need a few more days.”

“We’re pulling them out if it takes over three days. I rather lose our lead than some agents.”

He looked behind him as he heard the door open. When you saw him and the other two still there, you immediately apologized and slammed the door shut. Steve held up a finger to Nat and the other agent before opening the door and beckoning you over. Steve bent down when you didn’t speak right away, putting himself below you to make you feel safer. He just had a feeling that one wrong thing was going to start the water works again.

“What made you feel like you had to close the door?”

“I wanted to ask but you were talking. I didn’t mean to…”

“Hey, what did I say last week?”

“We’re not with HYDRA anymore.”

“So what do you want, Sarah?”

“I got hungry.”

Steve had to stop himself from laughing. He stood up and pointed you down the hall.

“You see the elevator? Press the button labelled ‘LL’, cafeteria’s on the right.”

The three adults watched you walk down the hall and get into the elevator. Nat was going to say something and then decided against it. The way you and Steve reacted to each other on pins and needles, she didn’t want one of her side comments— even a compliment— to make Steve doubt that he could parent. So she went back to discussing the mission report.

“And the kid’s going to need to be watched. They’re requesting you on this upcoming one, four days. You leave this weekend.”

“Can you?”

“I’ll be in Moscow.”

“Okay, I’ll figure it out.”

When you came back, you said nothing as you set the can of soda and salad on Steve’s desk before sitting down at the single chair on the other side of the desk. Since you said nothing, he didn’t mention it either. He also didn’t mention that he actually wasn’t hungry and popped open the tab on the soda can anyway.

~~

“Hey kiddo!” Clint greeted you happily at the airport despite the ungodly early hour that it was.

“Thank you again, Clint,” Steve said as he placed your small suitcase in your hand.

“No problem, I said any time.”

“I’ll see you in four days, Sarah.”

“Okay Ste— Da— Bye.”

“Bye.”

Clint watched you sigh as Steve walked away. You immediately took out the hearing aids and tucked them in your hoodie pocket. He understood and so he just scooped up your suitcase and led you through security, letting you sit in the silence that you wanted now that Steve was gone. When the plane landed, Clint drove for what felt like eternity to you.

As he left the airport area and it got more rural you seemed to perk up. Clint watched you stare in amazement out the window. You rolled it down and slipped in your aids to hear the nature sounds around you. Clint’s heart almost broke when he realized you had never seen any of this in real life. You were kept at a HYDRA facility and it’s not like D.C. was full of farms.

“Laura! Our little situation’s here,” Clint called as you entered the house.

Right away, his wife came from downstairs to greet you. Clint’s two children were there shortly after. You were shown the guest room and told to wash up for breakfast. As breakfast was coming to an end, Clint tried to bring you into the conversation since you had silently listened to the family talk.

“Steve said you’re making an icosi— icosi— what is it?”

“Icosidodecahedron.”

“Yeah, that.”

“That sounds fun,” Laura offered, not really knowing what you were talking about.

“We’re making it out of straws and ribbon.”

“Did you bring any of it with you? Maybe Coop and Lila want to help?”

The kids agreed and you smiled as the three of you jumped up and headed to the guest rooms for the ribbon and straws. Clint and Laura exchanged looks when you walked away. Was this the first time you interacted with children close to your age?

Lila and Cooper helped you make the triangles and pentagons until Cooper got bored and suggested you play outside. Cooper set up the bases while Lila dug through the garage for what they were looking for. You stood there, not knowing how to help. Lila taught you the very basic rules of how to play baseball. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to always catch or let them win so you did half and half. Sometimes catching the ball after Cooper hit it and sometimes letting it go.

“Alright, Sarah. Your turn to pitch. I’ll bat and then when you bat, Lila will pitch.”

“I just throw it at the bat?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

It seemed simple enough. You went to mimic Cooper’s stance when he was pitching to Lila. You geared up and threw the ball. The loud crack rang out as the ball you threw completely shattered the wooden bat as it made contact, the splinters barely missing the boy. You dropped the baseball glove and started apologizing while backing away.

“Clint’s going to kill me. He’s going to be so mad” you thought before turning on your heels and running, ignoring the shouts of Lila and Cooper.

All you could think about was how mad everyone would be. And the panic only got worse when you heard Clint and Laura calling for you. So you kept running until you reached the lake edge. Sitting down, you took out your hearing aids and prayed that you wouldn’t be found.

Clint began pacing the house and even Laura couldn’t get him to sit down.

“I had one job, watch Steve’s kid. I told him that we could’ve taken her if he wasn’t ready and I lost the kid.”

“Clint, we’ll find her.”

“It’s getting dark. I’m going back out.”

Clint grabbed his phone and a flashlight. There was no way you’d run off of the property, right? He headed to the edge and spotted you, dangerously close to the lake edge. He called out your name and you barely turned to your left. Clint sat down next to you and waited patiently until you put the hearing aids back in. He could talk to you and focus mainly on your left ear but he knew that it would be easier for you if you could read his lips and it was too dark for that.

“Gave us quite a scare, kiddo.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to break it, I swear I wasn’t tr— please don’t tell my dad.”

“Sarah, relax. It was an accident. But you can’t run off like that, okay? That made us very worried. And I’ve got to tell Steve, but he won’t be mad either.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. We have dinner being made if you’re hungry.”

~~

Steve slumped back to the crusty motel room after the second day of stakeout. He was tempted to not even shower as he flopped on the bed when his eyes flashed open. Sarah. He hadn’t called you and it was already the second day. Steve still had to remember there was someone else he was responsible for now. He sat up and wiped his face before grabbing his phone.

“Hi, Sarah, did I wake you up?”

He hadn’t accounted for the time difference. You nodded and yawned, grabbing one hearing aid and sticking it in.

“Sorry, I can let you go back to sleep.”

“It’s okay.”

“You don’t sound okay.”

“I broke a baseball bat yesterday,” you mumbled.

“What?”

“I broke a baseball bat.” You decided you wanted to tell Steve before Clint did because you didn’t believe that he wouldn’t be mad.

“What happened?”

“We were playing baseball and they told me to throw and it hit the bat.”

“And the bat just shattered?”

You nodded. Steve watched your hand snake up to the hearing aid, ready to turn it off so the yelling would be harder to hear. He quickly spoke before you did anything.

“Accidents happen. I accidentally broke the window of a wedding shop running down the street.”

Your hand fell to your side and you looked at him in surprise.

“Yeah. It happens. We’ll buy Clint a new bat. Are you having fun?”

You nodded and proceeded to talk his ear off about the outside drive on the way to the farm. Steve’s eyes were getting heavy but he kept them open. You seemed to get very excited and come out of your shell when explaining things to him before immediately shutting down again. He caught your yawn and used this time to cut you both off.

“Someone’s tired. Okay, Sarah, I’ll let you get back to sleep. See you in two days, alright?”

“Alright, bye.”

(Part 4)...

[lebenspurpur]

hi! i’m not sure if you’ve already done this or if it’d make you uncomfortable, but could i please possibly request the slashers with their s/o on their period? like how they’d act about it or what they’d do for their s/o? annnnnd maybe some nsfw if you’re okay with it? thank you so much, make sure you’re not overworking yourself and you’re taking care! ❤️

Thank you! You take care as well, get some water, a snack, grab a blanket and enjoy :)

Slashers with their s/o on their period:

Warnings: undetailed NSFW, blood duh, not proofread oof (my god I never do, do I?)

Michael Myers

SFW

Michael doesn't give a shit. This is your problem, not his.

If you're really in pain during that time of the month, he'll get more aware.

He surprisingly doesn't want you to feel pain, doesn't matter because of what.

Now he wants to stop the pain but he doesn't know how. You have to initiate any kind of physical contact.

After you show him how he might heat up a hot water bottle every now and then and worldlessly place it on your stomach.

If he's feeling soft, he'll place his big, warm hands on your belly when he hugs from behind.

He really tries to make you feel better though if you don't feel any pain, he doesn't see any reason to.

NSFW

Michael adores period sex. It adds to his natural desire for blood. In a way, it gets him hornier than normal sex.

He's probably the most unafraid slasher too. Michael loves your blood, no matter where it comes from.

Michael's pretty dangerous when it comes to sex though, so if you're in pain tell him, because he won't stop while you're at it.

He loves to go down on you. That might be disgusting to some, but to him, the taste of your blood mixed with your juices is the best thing on earth. And imagine him glancing up to you, eyes heavily lidded and chin covered in the red substance.

Vincent Sinclair

SFW

Vincent is the absolute sweetest when it comes to your special time of the month.

He knows exactly when it is since he wrote it in his calendar and on the day you start, he'll have pads or tampons ready for you.

Vincent gets Lester to go buy you snacks and he forces Bo to stop being annoying. At the end that's useless anyway, because the second Bo hears the words period, he's gone.

Vince knows how much your hormones can fuck up your emotions so he's always there to provide comfort. If you snap at him, he might feel a bit thrown off but he'll forgive you.

Need a hug? Just tell him. Vincent will be even more tender than he usually is, so careful as not to hurt you.

NSFW

Vincent isn't disgusted by period blood but he's concerned.

That being said he's skeptical about period sex because he doesn't want to cause even more pain than you're already in.

However, he doesn't say no to fingering or going down on you.

He's fine with only giving and not receiving pleasure for the time of your period. Though he'll be relieved when you offer to repay him.

If you insist on real sex, he'll do it for you but he's so much more tender and sweet and careful. Your pleasure is the only thing important to him, especially on your period.

Bo Sinclair

SFW

I am sorry but Bo flees the second he hears period.

When he thinks about it, the only things he remembers are mood swings, no sex, and blood.

Yeah, he's not the most considerate.

It takes a while to make him stay and help you through this time. Maybe after a few years of an ongoing relationship, he'll be willing to try.

The only thing he will do if you ask him to is a message.

NSFW

Bo is absolutely against sex during your period. He finds it absolutely disgusting.

However, Bo is horny and he has a high sex drive.

At the end of it, he might fuck you. After all, the blood usually eases up during the end and the other symptoms do so as well.

Sex while you're actively bleeding though? Never.

Lester Sinclair

SFW

Lester doesn't know a whole lot about periods. His mom died before she could teach him and, unlike his brother Vincent, he doesn't know anything about the human anatomy.

However, that doesn't mean he won't try to help you.

He gets advice from Bo, which he proceeds to ignore because Bo just tells him to leave. Vincent however gives him a clear explanation of how your body works and so he figures out how to help you.

Lester will make sure you're warm, with wrapped blankets around you and hot water bottles on your tummy.

Snacks will always be available and Lester will even feed you if you ask him.

Cuddles are a must. He'll gladly wrap his arms around you, Jonesy lying next to you, cuddled up next to your bodies.

NSFW

At first, he doesn't even understand that things could be different during your period.

Then it hits him that the pain might make it uncomfortable for you.

Lester is totally down to have sex as long as you're fine with it.

If not, he'll be happy to pleasure himself for the time of your period.

Baby Firefly

SFW

Baby knows how shit periods can be. She'll be so understanding and considerate, trying to be the best girlfriend she can be.

Whatever it is you wish, Baby will get it for you.

As a reward, she demands the same though.

If she's on her period, she wants you to show the same consideration she showed you.

If Otis is annoying you, she'll also gladly get him to shut up.

NSFW

Baby doesn't have a problem with period sex, after all, she has quite the experience with blood.

However, she knows how difficult it can be to be horny and in pain during your period.

She'll gladly not receive any pleasure and only go down on you if it makes you feel good.

Otis Driftwood

SFW

He doesn't know shit about periods.

Whenever Baby had her time of the month, he kind of just.. didn't care.

I can see him get high and then have a breakdown because he doesn't know why you're bleeding or how to stop it.

Even if you explain it to him, he won't get it.

He'll give you gifts because he's unsure of what else to do.

NSFW

He... has way too much experience with kinky things to be disgusted by period sex.

As I said, if he's high, the blood could trigger a panic attack.

He won't do oral though, that's not his thing.

Otis doesn't care if you feel pain, he's a sadist. Unless it's really bad, he doesn't even acknowledge it.

Billy Loomis

SFW

He doesn't know a lot about it, but he tries his best.

If you need help in any way, he'll be there for you.

Billy will whine if you make him buy pads. He'll do so anyway because he's a simp.

His advice comes from his male friends, so he'll do the classics, buy chocolates and flowers, and provide many cuddles.

If you snap at him, he'll sulk for a bit.

NSFW

He immediately thought period meant no sex. You'll have to initiate it if you're interested.

He'll push you away at first, confusedly asking about your period.

Billy isn't the biggest fan of period sex. He just doesn't quite like the idea.

His sex drive is too high to say no, so he'll fuck you anyway but he prefers it when you're not bleeding.

Stu Macher

SFW

He will be pretty clingy, trying to be the sweet boyfriend™.

He might forget about your pain over how much of a great boyfriend he is.

Stu will come back to reality when you snap at him and then he suddenly understands that periods aren't cute and wholesome at all.

He learns from that experience.

He's kind of scared now, you just don't know if it's because you're in pain or because you could snap at him again.

Stu is still supportive, he's just way more distant during that time than he used to.

NSFW

Stu also didn't even think about sex during your period.

The first time he gets horny during your period it suddenly hits him. He can't just go and ask you, can he?

It'll take him a while to openly talk about the subject.

He isn't really disgusted by your blood, he just never considered it?!

Stu prefers normal sex over period sex, that way he has less to think about.

Brahms Heelshire

SFW

His mom never told him anything about periods.

He didn't even know they exist.

The first time he sees you bleed he nearly faints from worry.

Brahms needs a lot of explaining to fully understand why your body acts the way it does.

After that, he'll be very timid but supportive with his help.

Cuddles are a daily activity anyway but now he'll be more careful, tenderly caressing your tummy as he snuggles against your skin.

He might even do a few of the chores.

Pro tip: If you act like you're actually dying from how painful it is, he'll be way more compliant.

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Sex is one of the first things he worries about, how could it not be.

He's kind of shy about the whole topic so the subject will only come up when he's super horny.

Brahms won't fuck you during this time, he'd probably forget about the blood and then panic when he spots it on his dick.

Oral is a must since Brahms' sex drive is extremely high.

In the beginning, he's against giving oral, but he's too aroused to care anymore after a while.

Thomas Hewitt

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Being the queen she is, Luda already taught him a whole lot about female anatomy and periods.

The second he notices your bleeding, he's fully committed to showing all his support.

Thomas is there for you, doesn't matter what you need.

He's tough Y/N, neither your high emotionality nor blood can hurt him.

Tommy is so tender and caring, even more than he usually is.

He is the best slasher out there to care for you during your period.

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It takes him a lot of convincing to get him to have sex with you during your period.

He's not disgusted, after all, he's been through worse. He just doesn't want you to be in pain.

You need to get him really, really riled up to get him to give in to his urges instead of ignoring them.

His sexual urges feel like a burden to him, especially during your period.

He needs a lot of time and love to understand that it's just natural and nothing to be ashamed of.

Josef

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Uh oh.

Feminist Josef™ shows up.

All women are queens and for the time being, he's going to treat you like one.

Home-cooked meals, warm hugs and he'll even wash your hair!

Josef is also really interested in the anatomy of your body and why and how this whole process happens.

I can see him staring at a tampon with a child-like curiosity in his eyes.

"It just... gets bigger when it's inside?! Wow..."

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He isn't concerned about sex, his sex drive is pretty low.

If you really want it, he's going to give in but he'll be extra careful.

Josef isn't disgusted by blood, he's mature enough to see it as a normal fluid your body produces.

It kind of boosts his ego, that you want him even during this time of the month.

Amanda Young

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Naw, Y/N, she understands immediately.

She's a pretty busy woman but whenever she has time, her support and help are yours.

Sometimes she'll drop little gifts at your door while you're sleeping, having just come home from work.

If she has time, she'll be unnaturally clingy, cuddling up to you way more than usual.

Her temper does clash with your emotionality sometimes but she'll calm down quickly and apologize.

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She's fine with no sexual contact for the time of your period.

Amanda is not disgusted by period blood, she just knows how uncomfortable your period can get.

Some soft sex is always in if you want it as well.

She won't do very rough or kinky stuff during this time, you deserve to feel loved, supported, and comfortable.

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Reader being really shy when she goes to tom's place for the first time, too embarrassed to even sit on his bed properly lmao I do that all the time

A/N: I'm super shy too when I first meet people and are getting comfortable around them, I love this idea and thank you for your patience, I hope you enjoy, I changed it a little 💕💕

You couldn't help yourself as you pulled the sleeves of your hoody down, constantly nibbling your lower lip as your nerves started to fill you. This would be the first time in your four month relationship that you'd stopped at Tom's. Something about the idea just made you nervous.

It wasn't that you didn't trust him, you did. He'd stayed at yours loads, but you'd never really been to his. He lived with his best friends and brother and the idea of meeting them all at once made you nervous. You were incredibly shy and you couldn't really explain why, Tom knew you were and was always careful with you, never put you in situations that made you uncomfortable.

So when he'd asked if you wanted to stay at his for the night you couldn't refuse him and you were excited at first, you were excited until you were stood outside his front door.

"Come on." Tom offered a small and reassuring smile whilst holding his hand out for you. You slipped your hand into his and he opened the door.

You were instantly met with Tess, a warmth filling you, you had a huge love for his dog. You'd been on numerous walks with her and Tom and you'd made quite a bond with the Staffie.

"Hey Tess." You said as you greeted her, her excitement evident as she trailed closely behind you and Tom as he took you into the living room.

"Fucking arsehole." Was the first thing you heard one of the boys scream, he was on his game, clearly it wasn't going his way. "Hey mate." He said as he took the headset off and left his game.

"This is Y/N." Tom introduced and Harrison offered you a wide smile.

"Hey, so nice to finally meet the girl Tom doesn't shut up about." Harrison teased and you offered a small and shy smile in response.

"Hi." You said and it was small, quiet, not wanting him to think you were too loud or anything.

"Harrison." He said as he nodded, smile still warm, inviting, wanting nothing more than to put you at ease. "I promise we're all alright here, loud but alright." He laughed and you breathed out a small one in response.

"Harrison! Have you stolen my shirt again?" You heard an angry voice and heavy footsteps as they hurried down the stairs. It wasn't long before the second male joined you in the living room, stopping in the doorway as he realised he had guests.

"This is Y/N." Harrison smirked, thankful for your presence and the fact that because of it he'd probably avoided a telling off about wearing the shirt in question.

"Hi, Harry." He offered, although after a quick glance you gathered, he held some of the same features Tom did and it didn't take you long to realise who he was. "Sorry, I knew you were coming but I thought it was later on."

You gave a small smile in response and another mumbled 'hi'. Tom encouraged you to sit on the couch, although you felt awkward. You sat perched towards the edge, you didn't want anyone to think you were making yourself too comfortable. Tom didn't say anything, didn't draw attention to your shy and awkward ways, instead he encouraged you into his side, his silent way of letting you know it was okay to get comfortable and you were safe in the boys presence.

You silently cursed yourself for being so awkward, you always worried about what people thought of you and didn't want to say or do the wrong thing. The rest of the afternoon went by pretty well, the boys making light conversation and you answered politely but otherwise stayed quiet.

"Where's Tuwaine?" Tom asked when 9pm rolled around and no one had seen him.

"Oh, he's back tomorrow, he's out for the night." Harrison answered and Tom nodded.

"Well we're gonna head upstairs, night." Tom said. "You can meet T tomorrow." Tom smiled and you nodded returning a small smile.

"Night." You said as you left the room and followed Tom upstairs and into his room.

You sat on the edge of the bed after having put your bag neatly in the corner of Tom's room. You could tell he'd cleaned it that morning, the smell of febreeze still prominent and you can only imagine he'd used a full can. His bedroom window open and a light breeze making it's way into his room.

You sat awkwardly on the edge of his bed, feeling completely out of your element. You were always awkward and shy in other people's houses.

"Baby." Tom laughed slightly as he took in your awkward position. His hands grasping around your waist as he hauled you up the bed. "It's just me," he comforted and you sighed.

"I know, but this is your house." You said as Tom positioned you between his legs and placed his chin on your shoulder.

"Y/N/N, you know I just want you to feel comfortable. Relax." He said comfortingly and you took in a deep breath before releasing it.

"I just don't wanna piss you off." You admitted shyly and Tom kissed your cheek as he rubbed a hand up and down your side.

"You won't. I promise, I want you to be comfortable here. Treat it like your own place." He said, you wished you could, you were much more comfortable in your own environment. "We've been together four months, I want you here and I want you to feel comfortable coming here."

"I will, I just, you know me." You laughed slightly and Tom hummed in agreement, soothing you with some comforting words. You both got ready for bed as you nerves settled slightly, Tom doing everything he could to put you at ease. It wasn't long before Tom was in bed and you were sort of stood awkwardly looking at him.

"You getting in?" Tom asked with a smile as he held the duvet open. You made your way into his bed. Tom wasting no time in pulling you into his chest as you settled under the covers. Your nerves almost dissolved as your brain caught up with the fact that it was just you and Tom now.

"I'm sorry I'm so awkward." You laughed after a while.

"It's okay. I promise the boys are harmless, they're gonna love you when they get to know you." Tom said, a hand running through your hair.

"Wait till they find out how chatty I really am." You teased and Tom laughed.

"Yeah, remember when you finally got comfortable around me? Chewed my ear off." He teased as he poked your cheek.

"Sometimes I wish I was as confident as you." You admitted.

"S'okay, I get it, but I promise your safe with me, no judgement here." He said and your heart burst in your chest, the words on the tip of your tongue but no confidence to say them. "Can I tell you something?" Tom asked after a while of silently enjoying each others company.

"Always." You responded as you rested your chin on his chest to look at him. His demeanour suddenly changing, eyes flicking around the room but never landing on you as he cleared his throat a few times. "Hey," you laughed as his eyes snapped to yours. "You're being like me, what's got you so flustered?" You teased with a laugh and he huffed out a small one.

"I um, I'm in love with you." He admitted and your breath hitched. Your mind going into overdrive, how could this confident and out going person fall in love with someone like you? Someone who was awkward about making conversation and having hardly any confidence at all. "You don't have to say it back. I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have said anything." Tom said as his hand moved to your cheek.

You sat up, looking at him.

"I love you too." You said and he breathed out a sigh of relief as he smiled. "I just, I don't know, I suppose I just don't really get what you see in me." You admitted and Tom's eyes softened as he pulled you back into his chest.

"Good job it's early because I have a lot to tell you about yourself."