#i need to sleep it's 2:46 am

[cosmos-coma]

My Sun, My Star

A/N: I'm so weak for Winter soldier Bucky. I cant wait to write more of him, I love this sad guilt ridden man.

Pairing: Winter Soldier!Bucky x Reader

Words: 6756

Warnings: Breaking and entering, Minor violence, Injury and Blood, Winter soldier Bucky, GN reader but also Pregnant reader, mild language, I'm not sure if this is fluff or angst or both??

Summary: You wait up late for your boyfriend Bucky to return from his mission, but it isn't Bucky who finds you.

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Your eyes blinked slowly, heavier with each passing second, yet you still managed to open them once again. Glancing at the bright white numbers of the digital clock you watched it change to 1:46 AM, causing a groan to pull from your lips. Bucky was supposed to be back tonight (yesterday technically) from his latest mission, but he still had yet to show up at your shared flat. 

You checked your phone again, the lack of notifications mocking your tired eyes. You let out one more sigh before you turned off the mindless babbling of the TV and stood up to get ready for bed. You were sure Bucky wouldn’t want you waiting up so late in your current condition anyway, he had been harping you about getting enough sleep and water and everything in between.

“I’m only four months pregnant, Bucky. I’m fully capable of staying up late” You had said to him. 

“Five months, Doll, and it’s about your cortisol levels. It’s not good for you or the baby, and it could lead to them being underweight” he said, reciting exactly what the doctor had told him during your last checkup. 

“Four and a half,” you argued as you stuck your tongue out at him, “and she was talking about getting chased by a bear kind of stress, not staying up to watch Bake Off.” 

You snorted at the memory of just earlier that week, a small smile coming to your face as you went through your nightly routine. You continued to check your phone here and there as you went, “Did you get back safe? How’d your mission go?” you had texted two hours ago, yet it still remained unread and unanswered.  

‘Maybe one more quick text wouldn’t hurt,’  you thought to yourself as you typed out the simple message and hit send. 

“Stay safe, okay? I love you.”

You sighed as you set the phone down, “it’s okay, everything is okay,” you assured yourself as you pulled one of his large hoodies over your head, enjoying the way the hem brushed against your bare thighs and the sleeves threatened to swallow your hands. “He’s a former assassin and a super soldier! Nothing is going to happen that he can’t handle,” You stated firmly to your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes remained unsure despite your voice’s conviction, but you did your best to ignore it, focusing instead on the achingly tired look they held. 

“Yes, I know. It’s finally time for bed, little one,” you mumbled sleepily as you felt your baby kick against the walls of your protruding belly, being quick to climb between the layers of blankets and lonesome sheets. “Fuck, that's cold…!” you swore quietly as your bare legs hit the icy fabric- having gone unwarmed by your personal space heater and super soldier.

Thankfully sleep came easily, the thought of waking up to Bucky’s sleepy, scruffy face only further urged your body to wind down so the moment would come sooner. 

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Bucky’s phone buzzed again in his bag, lighting up with your smiling face as your text displayed on the screen, but nobody reached down to check it, as everyone found themselves in a far more urgent situation. 

“Keep him busy, Rodgers! I just need one more minute!” Tony yelled as he dug through the equipment in the quinjet, “For fuck’s sake, who organized this last?” 

“What do you think I’m doing…!” The blond grunted with a justified hint of frustration,” Sam? Any help??” He shouted with a pointed look, telling more than asking as he struggled to restrain his thrashing friend. A swift metal fist flew toward his already battered face, barely giving him time to duck out of the way and attempt to restrain it again. 

“Honestly? Seems like you’ve got this one,” Sam said, holding up his hands.

“SAM.” 

“I’m coming..! God, can’t either of you old men take a joke?”

No one knew exactly what happened, Bucky had gone off on his own in the Hydra base they were exploring. It was supposed to have been recently abandoned, something about the agents leaving in an urgent rush that left files upon files sitting out in the open. It was supposed to be a simple mission; everyone goes off in teams, gathers what they can, and makes sure there are no surprises. But Bucky assured them that he would be fine to go on his own, he hadn’t had a sign of relapse in over a year, and he would only be picking up what looked important. A simple job.

He should’ve listened. 

It was when he didn’t return to the jet with the rest of them that they started to get worried. 

“So, where’s the Manchurian candidate?” Tony jested, looking at his watch. They were supposed to leave maybe 10 minutes ago, not terribly late by any means, but enough to start getting worried about Bucky’s quietness over the coms.  

“Man, come on.. ” Sam sighed at Tony’s joke as he crossed his arms. 

“Bucky?” Steve tried calling over the coms, ignoring both of his teammates, but the line remained all too quiet. 

They found him finally in the basement level of the office building, old discarded computers lining the walls along with cabinets upon cabinets of old files and other equipment. He hadn’t even realized it was a trap until he stepped right into it, triggering a switch that had the computers and hidden speakers flashing images and sounds that assaulted his senses with fragmented memories long forgotten. 

He should have listened. 

Sam had found him first, on his knees in the middle of the floor with hands desperately covering his ears, trying to block out the incessant noise. Hauling his teammate to his feet, he rushed back to the jet, calling everyone off from their search before anything else could be sprung. 

At first, they thought he might be fine- quiet, but fine. He had given them a small smile and a wave of his hand as everyone tried to check in with him, taking a seat as the jet took off to go home. It had all seemed relatively normal until they were halfway back and the unseen battle inside him must have taken a turn. 

“Got it!” Tony yelled as he pulled out the dart gun, aiming quickly as he fired two shots into Bucky’s chest, readying a third as he waited and watched for the tranquilizers to finally take effect. It was slow as Bucky continued to struggle against the drug’s drain, his body and mind turning into slow-moving molasses. Low grunts emanated from his throat as the last of his strength ebbed away, leaving nothing but forced sleep in its wake. 

“Was two really necessary?” Steve asked as his shoulders finally relaxed, the strain and worry now temporarily over. 

Together they dragged the drugged-up assassin into the jet’s small quarantine area for the remainder of the trip, satisfied only when they heard the mechanical locks slide into place. It wasn’t much, and they knew that and if he really wanted to there would be no stopping him from getting out, but it was something- enough to give them a few seconds of preparation if nothing else.  

“I’m not giving a super soldier only a single dose, you two metabolize things like this way too fast and I’m not taking any chances with the Tin man over there.”

Bucky- no, the Winter Soldier, seemed to still be out of it when they finally landed, sat up and leaning against the wall, head slumped forward just as they had left him. 

“Alright, let's just get him into one of the holding rooms for the night. We’ll work on resetting him-” Tony lifted his hands as the two men glared in his direction, “- on ‘fixing him up’ as soon as he’s been secured.” 

Sam shook his head as Tony corrected himself, taking notice of the lit-up phone in Bucky’s bag, buzzing with an only recently delivered message. Sam had quickly become one of your closest friends after you were introduced to the team. He was one of the few people Bucky trusted with his life and between his sarcastic jokes, his incredibly loyal nature, and his willingness to give Bucky shit whenever he deserved it, you knew very quickly how great a friend he would be. 

But now his stomach twisted as he saw your name flash across the screen, the alert quickly minimizing itself as it joined the other messages you had sent that night. How was he gonna break this to you? The last thing you needed was a bunch of unnecessary stress on your shoulders, but it’s obvious you were beginning to worry over their late return. Sliding the phone back into its rightful place Sam told himself that he’d call you once they had things more figured out.

“Heart rate still seems to be resting. With any luck, he’ll remain knocked out until we get inside,” Tony relayed as he monitored the Soldier’s vitals and pressed the button to open the heavy quarantine doors.

The doors slid into their resting positions with a soft click. 

As soon as that click landed on sensitive ears, vibrant blue eyes shot open. Sparing not even a second, the Winter Soldier surged forward from his seat, not nearly as far gone as he left them to believe. With the element of surprise, the Soldier easily knocked past his teammates, throwing his body weight against them and knocking Sam and Steve off balance, leaving him a good headstart as he dashed out the jet’s open door.

“Fuck, Bucky- Wait!,” Steve swore as he stumbled out behind him, having to use his super soldier speed just to keep pace. But between the settled darkness of the night, and the winding alleyways the brunette stuck to, Steve was left falling behind in no time. “Shit,” Steve swore as he slowed to a stop, looking around for any sign of his compromised friend. 

However, the streets lay barren, the fluttering of moths in the streetlights the only sign of life on the entire block.

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The heavy thud of his boots echoed against the alleyway’s pavement. He wasn't sure where exactly he was headed as his silhouette slunk between the warm light of the streetlamps, but part of him- a currently repressed part of him- knew that safety was bound to be just ahead. 

His heart beat smoothly as he kept his pace, every other step falling in time as he rounded the corner. Blindly, he let himself be led by instinct and his feet maneuvered the city’s countless paths with a mind of their own. They slowed before a little apartment building and as those emotionless eyes looked up, he knew this was it.

The lateness of the hour had almost assured that no one was around as he slipped inside, footsteps padding up the stairs before stopping at the third floor. His heavy boots left nothing but wet prints in their wake as he wandered down the hall, impossibly silent, as even the notoriously creaky boards dared not announce his presence. 

The closer he got, the more the back of his mind itched, as if something- someone- was begging him not to go any further, but he refused to listen; he knew this was where he was meant to be and where he would find what his body was so inexplicably drawn to.

With each step his head turned on a swivel, looking for the sense of safety and familiarity that the other half of him seemed to find here- and desperately wished he wouldn’t discover. Just as his foot was about to take another step he stopped. ‘No. Here.’ His gut told him, turning to the door. 

His door.

Your door.

The former assassin bypassed the lock with ease, quickly slipping in before shutting the door behind him. A dim light illuminated the living room, the little lamp you left on for him casting its orange glow over his surroundings as he surveyed them.

A few mugs stand beside the sink, framed photos dot the wall and side tables, and a veritable nest of blankets lay across the couch. It was obvious someone had been here, and recently. A deep breath pulled into his lungs, causing his head to tilt to the side in contemplation as an unfamiliar scent hit his nose, something just as earthy as it was sweet and speckled with distant notes of… him?

“Hmmph”  

His sensitive ears picked up the soft grunt from down the hall immediately. His shoulders squared and tensed as his body leaned into a defensive position. Cautious fingers pulled the knife from his boot, ready for whatever may come at him as he approached. 

The sounds of soft breaths lead him to a door left ajar. Light just slipped past the curtains into the darkened room. Badum… Badum… Badum… a heartbeat pulsed in his ears as he took a step closer, leaving the door open and letting further light fall onto the source of the noise. 

His wolfish gaze ran down your form as you lay there on your back, swallowed in the extra fabric of the old sweatshirt. Your hand rested casually over your stomach as your other one squished gently against your cheek. Your legs lay bare to the world after having kicked the overbearing sheets away, leaving just a glance of your underwear for him to take in.  

“Mmph” You grunted again as you shifted, your face now turned to him as that earthy scent of yours gripped him like a vice and refused to let go.

Your sweet sleep became interrupted though- much to his dismay- as the phone on your nightstand began to light up and buzz incessantly. Still, as a statue he watched as you groaned, propping yourself up on your elbows as you went to check what your device could possibly want at this ungodly hour. 

With one loose fist, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes away, blinking consciousness back into them until you saw Bucky’s illuminated figure before you, standing tall and quiet as he watched you intently. 

“Bucky..?” You couldn’t hide the grin that spread across your face as you saw the familiar face of your lover lit up by the bright light of your phone screen. But the longer you looked the more you noticed.

His eyes were all wrong, his gaze was devoid, that’s the only way you could put it. Devoid of meaning and humanity, it seemed every gaze- every movement- was a means to an end. Empty… save for a flicker of fear; It was probably the only thing in those eyes right now that registered as human. The fear of someone who was lost, unknowing of their purpose, and confused as to why your gaze was made his cold heart falter.

His expression was flat and stoic, save for the knit of confusion that pulled his brows together. His stance was tense and prepared, the discrete knife still glittering in his hands as he took another step forward, his head slowly shaking in response to your question. 

A gasp caught in your throat as you finally understood. Glancing at your phone you saw it was Sam who was calling, undoubtedly trying to tell you what you now already knew.

“Soldat…” You whispered, trying to hide the way his name sent shivers across your skin. Your phone went black then, as you didn’t pick up in time and you were left blind by the sudden darkness.

 You and Bucky had talked about what to do if you found him like this, “You call Sam and Steve, Okay? You find a place to hide and you stay far away, no matter what you hear. There’s no reasoning with him,” He had told you.

So much for that

Your phone lit up again with Sam’s urgent call, its revealing light sending ice down your spine as you saw the man nearly standing over you now, just a hair’s breadth away.

Your hand rose slowly, shaking as you tested a reach for your phone, stopping dead in your tracks as he let out a disapproving grunt. Your head nodded slowly as you gulped, returning your hand to your stomach as you watched his gaze finally shift away. 

With unbothered calmness, he looked toward your phone to see Sam’s face and name scrawled across your screen. Wordlessly he reached over and pressed the ‘decline call’ button, cutting the call short and leaving you two in perfect silence once more. 

Panic began to rise in your throat as his gaze turned back toward you, darkened now only by the lack of light. With slow movements the Winter Soldier reached out, putting the knife away as he crouched down, as if trying to attract a skittish animal. 

Your whole body tensed as his reach came closer, eyes screwing shut as you waited for the worst, “Please… Just don’t hurt her…” You whispered, fear and desperation rattling your voice, just as it did your anxiety-filled body. 

But the pain never came. Instead, the cool touch of metal fingers ran down your cheek, barely denting your flesh as he relished in its softness. Your eyes peeked open cautiously, as his fingers moved along the slope of your jaw, tilting your head up as he came to your chin. 

His eyes had changed, you noticed, instead of being a harsh blizzard, they had now settled into something more human, something warmer and… yearning? 

“Soldat..?” You questioned as you watched his lips part, his senses focused only on the way your body reacted to his touch. You were sure he could hear the rapid pattering of your heart beneath your ribs, its pace only increasing as his fingers moved down your neck and to the exposed collarbone in your loose neckline.

“Красивый [Beautiful]...,” was all he could reply. It came out so soft you weren’t sure you heard it at first, it’s quiet reverence meant for your ears and your ears only. “Из-за тебя он чувствует себя здесь в безопасности...? Замки дерьмовые, видимость слишком высокая, но ты… [Are you why he feels safe here…? The locks are shit, the visibility is too high, but you…]” He continued, quiet and unbothered as if he assumed you couldn’t understand him. 

“He’s been bugging me to get better locks all week…” you replied with a huff, quickly shutting up as his stare found your eyes again. Between Bucky’s ramblings in the night and Natasha’s tendency to only gossip in Russian, you had made an effort to learn it; You were still learning, and your pronunciation was shit, but your understanding had gotten far better. 

“And you have a good ear…” He spoke in English this time, the vague hint of an amused smile pulling at the assassin’s stern lips. You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever done that before. If that odd little smile had been seen by anyone else- anyone still living that is.

A breath of relief left you as your lips stretched to mimic his, the tension easing out of your body a little by little.

His metallic touch continued to linger, running down your covered chest until it settled on the waistband of your underwear, the cool metal trailing across your ticklish skin. 

“Ah, wait, Sol-” You jumped at his touch, grabbing his wrist, despite knowing you wouldn’t have the strength to stop him if it’s what he wanted.

But instead of dipping his fingers lower, he simply tugged the oversized hoodie up, gathering it over your chest and exposing the firm baby bump concealed below. His head tilted to the side as he listened to the tiny heartbeat that fluttered in your belly as well as the thuds of its little movements against your skin. Slowly, still with that inkling of a smile, he turned to look at you, his hand hovering just above your vulnerable midsection as if awaiting permission. 

Heat rose to your cheeks as you hesitated. On one hand, you felt a surprising amount of calm under the assassin's touch, his need for your approval only increasing your sense of security. But on the other hand, Bucky would never be able to live with himself if something happened to you or the baby, accident or not. 

“Oh. I-” 

CRASH.

You nearly jumped out of your skin as were cut short by the loud noise. The door to your apartment slammed open, surely breaking the hinges with the sheer force of it. Over a dozen heavy boots stormed into your apartment as the lights turned on, flooding your senses and forcing the Soldier’s attention elsewhere. 

Your hand found his instantly, the heat of his calloused skin a comfort to you just the way Bucky’s was, especially as it squeezed around yours just the same. Sitting up properly now your sweatshirt swallowed your pregnant form once again and you peeked out to see just what was going on. 

Through The Winter Soldier’s defensive stance in front of you, his knife is now drawn once more, you watched a small armed group, covered in black tactical gear raid your home, all guns pointing towards you- or more accurately- the former assassin attempting to shield you. You recognized the symbols on their vests as the team’s secondary security force, having even met a few of them over the years. But where was the rest of the team? Where was Sam, and Steve, and Tony?

“Step away from the civilian!” “Put your hands in the air!” “Sir, drop the knife!” They all shouted, overlapping with each other as each of them rushed out their demands. 

“Don't shoot! It’s okay! It’s okay!” You rushed.

You tried to slip your hand from his, but he only held fast, “Soldat, please… It’s okay, just do what they say… They don’t want to hurt us. Please,” You urged, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, 

His defenses faltered as he listened to you beg him to stand down. It wasn’t the usual begging he heard in his line of work, and coming from your lips had his walls cracking in an unprecedented way. 

He shouldn’t have looked back at your eyes, wide and pleading, as they shook his walls further. Moving slowly he turned, kneeling before you despite the way the armed group yelled at him not to. You just held up your hand to them, pleading for them to be as gentle with him as he was with you. 

“Мое солнце [My Sun]...” The warm flesh of his hand came up easily to cradle your face and a small smile pulled at him again as you leaned into his large palm. “Я только что нашел тебя. Я не потеряю тебя снова так быстро[I’ve only just found you. I will not lose you again so quickly]. ”

Your heart both swelled and pained for your Soldier. You looked into his eyes and saw a sense of certainty, a sense of knowing, you hadn’t seen from him earlier. “Oh… my soldier, my star,” Your fingers entwined with the hand holding your cheek, ”You can not lose me in any way that would last…” You whispered to him past the shouts, the commotion, and the tension, like you were the only two in the room. 

“Sir, put the knife down!” A young squad member called again, his voice far more concerned than his superiors. You didn’t recognize him or his number and you figured he must’ve been new. His gun trembled in his hands as he shouted again, but as the Soldier failed to move and the kid’s finger unexpectedly twitched, there came a sudden- 

BANG.

“Ah-!” Your face twisted with pain as you pulled away, “Fuck…!” Your hands instinctively grabbed your leg, clamping over the shooting pain in your calf that hit you- well- like a bullet. 

You winced again as you pulled one of your hands back, the raw skin of your leg angrily letting you know that it did not like being brushed against. Warm, wet crimson covered your fingers as you looked down, becoming slightly dizzy at how much had already covered your palm. You were thankful it only seemed to be a graze, but the burn you already felt and knowing you were losing blood had your stomach lurching in uncomfortable ways. 

Concern painted the assassin’s expression as you recoiled away from his doting touch, but as the unmistakable warm, metallic smell curled into his nose, his expression darkened dramatically. What was once kind, curious blue eyes now saw nothing but red as he caught sight of the wound slashing across your skin. His jaw set firmly, almost audibly grinding his teeth as he stood and turned to the young kid. 

You looked back at the newcomer as you tried to breathe through the pain, the horrified look on his face telling you that he knew he was a dead man walking. His face went ghost white as the super soldier stalked toward him and through even worse trembling hands he raised his gun to shoot again. 

“No…!”

A sickening thud rang out as the bullet hit the assassin square in his good shoulder, getting lodged in the muscly flesh. His shoulder jerked back at the force, but it wouldn’t stop his stride as he closed the gap. Another shot rang out, but with the solid vibranium arm now covering the barrel it did little to help this poor dumb kid. Snatching him by the neck, you watched as your assassin held him up until his feet kicked uselessly in the air. 

Every gun immediately trained on him and with their proximity you knew they wouldn’t miss a fatal shot if it came to it.

“Stop! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! Soldier, put him down!” You yelled as you maneuvered towards the edge of the bed. “Please, don't shoot, I can fix this!” you continued, trying to convince yourself as much as you convinced them. Familiar voices joined in on your plea as Sam and Steve finally entered the picture, urgently trying to talk down both the Winter Soldier and the secondary security team. 

“Bucky, It’s okay... Just put the kid down, alright?” Steve tried to reason with him, “He’s new, he doesn’t know what he’s doing yet.” Steve tried his best to stay calm and patient, but the young man was beginning to change colors now. “Bucky, put him down before you do something you can’t come back from.” But Bucky’s ears were deaf to the outside pleas and the Winter soldier refused to listen.

“Ah..!” You whimpered as you tried to stand and approach the commotion. The pain in your leg reached new heights as you tried to put weight on it, causing you to tumble to your knees almost immediately. You clutched your belly, hoping the sudden jostle wouldn’t upset the baby too much as you tried to get up again. 

“Hold on, Y/n. Stay down for a minute so we can wrap your leg…” Sam asked of you, moving over to help as soon as he saw the blood on your hands, “You’re losing plenty already.”

“No, I have to…. I can’t let him get hurt,” you argued, pushing away his helpful hands as you tried to stand again. You heard the crashing thud and rushed voices as you shakily got to your feet, leaning all your weight on your good leg. As you looked up again you came eye to eye with worry-filled icy blues.

“Sol-”

“Мое солнце  [My Sun]...” He interrupted, his metal arm snaking around your waist to pull you in possessively and away from those who threatened your safety. On the other side of the room, the nervous kid now coughed and wheezed for breath, but you were just happy to see he was still alive. 

“Please just listen to them. You’re already hurt, don’t get yourself killed…” you pleaded, your hand barely brushing over his bleeding wound before pulling his hand to your rounded belly. He tried to keep his expression steady, but you saw the way his eyes widened slightly as he looked down. “She needs someone looking out for her and I can’t do this on my own. I can’t keep away all the dangers of the world…” Your forehead rested against his as you tried to shift your weight, whining as you gave up and moved back. You couldn’t deny that this part of Bucky was her father too, even if he had been hidden away for ages, she was still his too. Whether Bucky would see it the same way you weren’t sure, but right now you were just concerned with making sure he got out of this alive. 

“I can’t do this without you…” 

The silence felt deafening as he considered. He never had to think about other people relying on him, not like this. His orders had always been to leave no threats, to finish his job and move on, no matter the cost to him. But the pain in his soft, fleshy shoulder was getting harder to ignore. The way his blood-soaked shirt clung to his arm now climbed to the forefront of his mind as he watched your big eyes stare back at him, desperate to understand. He was between a rock and a hard place. 

“I’ll be right beside you the whole time..” You assured him, “We both will, but please let everyone get us some help.” 

A gentle nudge pushed against his palm as his thoughts swirled around him, snapping him back to a single line of thought and he knew then. Defeat laid heavy on his shoulders as they slumped, accepting what must be done., “Мое солнц [My Sun] …”, He said, “Если вы так хотите, то я не буду жаловаться [If it is what you wish, then I will not complain].” 

You couldn’t tell just how long you had been holding the breath you let out, your muscles relaxing as he finally held his hands up. The security squad began coming forward with an array of cuffs, but it was Sam who stopped them this time, glancing back at you for confirmation as he assured them that they could take it from here. Despite the arguing and the hesitation, they seemed to relent, shifting their focus now to their injured colleague. 

Both Sam and Steve looked tired but relieved as they turned to the two of you, bloody and pained in your current state. Though they weren’t quite better; both of them looked like they had been the unfortunate punching bag of a certain super soldier mere hours before. Sam had bruises lining his arms from where he was surely blocking blow after blow and Steve smiled a bit with his busted lip, dried blood still stuck in the corner of his mouth.

“Let’s get you two to the tower…” 

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The journey to the tower was quiet, your soldier never letting you out of arms reach as you all boarded the armored truck, and made your way up the tower and to the lab. 

Doctors tried to treat the both of you, but as soon as anyone dared to come close your assassin was right there to growl them back. They’d hardly be able to get past his possessive hands even if they could manage to get close, his touch keeping you pulled beside him at all times.

“Soldat…” you warned him, but he was too preoccupied gathering the medical bag they had been dropped. Coming over to you, there was no warning as he scooped you up from the ground and set you on a table to get to work. 

“Oh-!” You exclaimed as you held onto his strong shoulder, quickly getting plopped back down on the corner of the cold metal table. A shiver ran down your skin as you shifted against the sleek table, watching as practiced hands scoured through the medical bag, producing everything he needed as he went about fixing up your leg wordlessly. 

You were beyond thankful for the haze of the (baby-safe) painkillers as his fingers slid over the raw flesh. Despite the gentle numbing of the painkiller your fingers still lay tangled in his hair as he worked, only tugging in discomfort as the gauze wrapped tightly around your leg.

"Thank you..” You said when he finally finished, moving back to appreciate his work before giving it a satisfactory nod. His eyes had grown distant again, bits of confusion and uncertainty swirling in the storm of his eyes, and you reached out to stroke your thumb across his cheek. His stony cool expression remained as you touched him, his mouth staying a firm line as he instinctively leaned into your palm. You watched him for a moment before you continued, knowing that his thoughts must be far away.

“It's your turn now, big guy.... your shoulder is still seeping and you can’t keep losing blood like this," You urged him just as you had on the ride to the tower. He had refused to listen then, letting nothing else occupy his mind until he knew you were fully taken care of. But now as you sit safely before him, the only looming threats being Sam and Steve who seem to haunt the hallway outside, he finally relented.

You moved to stand, needing the angle to effectively dig out the bullet still lodged in his muscles, but he held you still with a single large hand on your shoulder, "Stay," he urged you with that low rumble of his. His eyes lingered on yours, ensuring you would do as he asked before he began to move again, gathering the supplies you would need.

He slid his bloody shirt off, revealing the weeping wound beneath and the scars of many wounds past. You expected him to stand in front of you, maybe sit so you could take care of him, but that didn’t seem to be the important thing right now.

He climbed up onto the cold table where you sat, curling onto his side with his back facing the door so his wounded shoulder sat closest to you. His head lay in your lap with a look of unmatched serenity as he pressed his forehead against your rounded belly. And there he rested, quiet and unmoving as he took his quiet moment. But he was far too exposed like this, far too trusting of “threats” lurking outside, and he almost reminded you of Bucky again. Was Bucky fighting to come back…? Was the Winter Soldier trusting you to watch his back? … or was he accepting of something you weren't sure he knew yet?

"Are you sure? It's going to be harder to take the bullet out this way. I don’t want to hurt you more than I have to," you tried to explain as you pulled out the forceps.

But he simply shook his head, "I know my time here is short, my Sun..." he said with an even tone, no semblance of fear to shake his voice, "Please let me enjoy it like this…."

Your voice caught in your throat as he answered, his blunt acceptance and knowing catching you off guard. You wished beyond anything that you could soothe him, to tell him no one was going to hurt him or take him away again. But you wouldn’t lie to him, so instead you said nothing, Your words rasping as you replied, "Of course, My star…."

The room was quiet as you worked, the only noise the sweet mumblings from your boyfriend's lips as he filled your baby’s ears with loving promises. His body let out a grunt and a soft squelch as you finally tugged the crushed bullet out. Pain creased his brow but his words never faltered and neither did the nudges or kicks he got in reply.

Carefully you cleaned up the blood, packing the wound as best you could, but you were sure Tony and his team would be redoing it soon nonetheless.

A sigh escaped him as he heard you putting away your tools, "My Sun?" he asked.

"Yes?"

“Is it time…?”

You cast your eyes downward, looking into those confused and swirling blues as they watched you with unbridled hope.

You nodded, wiping away the tears that welled in your eyes, “It’s time…” you whispered.

He nodded, thinking quietly as he looked down at your belly again, his hand smoothing over the skin he’s exposed, “Will I see you two again…?” 

Your heart broke at the slight waver in his voice, “Oh, my star…” you said, resting your palm against his cheek, “It’s just like I said, ‘you can not lose me in any way that would last’. I’ll see you again and again, in this life and the next,” you assured as you leaned down to kiss his temple, a small smile forming at the corners of his lips. Tears blinked from your eyes as you continued, “I don’t know when, or for how long, but you will see us again. You can always come home to me, and I will always be there to welcome you.” You leaned, slow as not to scare him, and kissed him gently as he turned again to look at you.

 It was awkward at first, but you didn’t mind, you couldn’t imagine the last time the Winter Soldier had felt such gentleness, let alone a kiss. 

But the moment was ripped away as the door opened, Steve, Sam, and Tony all standing in the doorway. “We’re ready for him,” Tony said simply, “Let's get this started so my lab techs can go home….” 

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You watched behind thick glass as Tony and his team of technicians attached various wires and machinery to Bucky’s body. Sam and Steve’s hands lie on your shoulders, trying to comfort you as you watch them finish tuning and placing everything. You watched as his blue eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling, as still as a statue as he let them do their work.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have to watch this…” Steve tried to comfort you, but you only shook your head. 

“No… I promised I’d see him off,” you replied, then thought with a pause, “Despite all the warnings Bucky gave me I’m happy I got to see him face to face…” 

“Well, it helps that he wasn’t trying to beat the shit out of you…” Sam mumbled, getting an immediate nudge from you right in one of his bruises, “ Ow…okay, point taken.”

You smiled and shook your head. It was true though; despite the fear, blood, and death that dripped from his moniker, despite the pain you endured in his presence, you would do it all again. Bucky had hidden this part of him from you for so long, only ever showing you half of his face. And though you know he wouldn’t like it, you’re happy to finally see him in full light- to know and love him completely as he’s meant to be.

Tony says something that’s hard to make out through the glass, but you see him give a thumbs up to you all so he must have been ready. He moved to the switch, hesitating for a moment to let you say a quick goodbye. 

Your Soldier’s eyes found yours right away, but there was no trace of sorrow for you to see, no discomfort or fear. In fact, he seemed almost excited; excited and hopeful that when he saw you next he’d have a bundle of joy to look forward to as well. 

“Мое солнце [My Sun]...” you watched him say beyond the glass.

“I’ll see you again, My stars. I’m sure of it…” You replied with a soft smile.

He had just enough time to smile softly back at you, an image now pleasantly etched in your brain before Tony flipped the switch and the reset procedure began. 

You covered your eyes quickly as Bucky’s body began to convulse, his strained grunts and shouts breaching containment despite the way he tried to hold it all back. The sounds of pain continued for minutes, but it felt far longer. Though, it wasn’t until it got quiet that you began to worry. 

“Is it done? Is it over...?” You asked the men on either side of you, afraid to peek past your hands for fear of the worst.

“Doll…?” you heard the familiar voice call, gritty and rough from its recent use but still carrying that same soft tone he used with you.

Your heart swelled, “Bucky...?”

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Taglist: @writingmysanity @simpxinnie (sorry I forgot to tag!)

It's been a while since I've written for our favorite sad man, so if I've missed you/you want to be added to the taglist, DM me to let me know!

[carolmunson]

orange colored sky-verse (of course)

He turns, eyes peering open seeing the glow of his bedside clock — 2:46 AM. He can hear your stirring, your breaths at a regular pace. Slowly, he shifts to his other side and even in the little light of the bedroom he can see that your eyes are wide awake.

“You been up this whole time?” he asks, a sleepy gruffness to his voice. You nod into the lowered brightness of your screen. Not only have you not fallen asleep, sleep doesn’t seem to be coming any time soon.

“S’cause you won’t put that phone away,” he says matter of factly. He doesn’t need the lights on to know your eyes are rolling g along side the short huff you puff out of your lips, “Don’t gimme that.”

“‘S’cause you won’t put that phone away’ — what’re you 80?” you mock, sharpness on the tip of your tongue. Your eyes are too open.

“Put your phone down, doll,” he says softly, “Please?”

“It helps me,” you say back, “I’ll fall asleep.”

“Babe, you’re just waiting until you physically can’t stay up anymore — that’s not going to sleep that’s — oh —” it hits him mid-scold, “You’re feelin’ anxious, aren’t you.”

You shrug under the covers, feeling him shift beneath them, closer to you than before.

“I don’t know why,” you mumble. He eases your phone out of your hand, clicking it to sleep and putting it on his bedside table instead of yours.

“That’s okay,” he says, voice still grizzly with sleep. Eddie leans in to kiss your cheek, ringless hand coming up to your chest between your shoulders. He puts just a touch of pressure, rubbing in slow circles, “Close your eyes.”

He feels you relax slightly, shutting your eyes with your face toward him. So pretty when you’re sleepy. Eddie’s hand continues in slow circles, “Count in your head, how many times I do it — okay?”

You nod, feeling his lips on your forehead. You count, he doesn’t. You’re fast asleep before the clock hits 3.

[enhafilthandfiction]

Enhypen Hyungline when you cockblock them :(

Jake panicking in photo (>_<) ------⤴

A/N : Hellooo I am writing this after most of you picked it from the poll :) Hope you enjoy! I'm accepting emoji Anons! (I'm making a list!)

Pairing : Bf!Hyungline X Fem!Reader

Warnings : Suggestive, boners, just hyungline tryna get their dick wet.

Word Count : 1,026 Words (about 250 words each)

Masterlist

» Lee Heeseung «

His eyes shot open, his breathing ragged as sweat beaded his forehead. Fuck. He just had a wet dream. A dream a little to realistic. "Heeseung! Ahh" he could still hear your sweet moans ringing in his ears as you fucked yourself on his cock in his dream.

He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, trying too ignore the aching between his legs. He already knew it; He was hard. He tried to ignore his erection, but the more he tried the more painful it felt.

He couldn't get off without you, even if he tried. He rolled around, gratefully finding you next to him, rolled on your side. His hands found your waist almost out of instinct, pushing you closer to his crotch.

The second your ass made contact with his clothed cock, he shamelessly started rocking his hips against you desperately for relief. "Y-Y/n" he whimpered out, hesitant but also wishing you just woke up and took care of him. "Y/n" he called out again, a little guilty for waking you up this late.

"Hee?" you asked softly, trying to turn around and face him.

"Yeah, baby it's me" he replies, biting his lips at your innocence.

"Everything oka-" you felt it.

"Y-yeah, I just need you" he admits, voice raspy with sleep.

"At 2:46 Am in the morning?" you asked, rubbing your eyes "No" you firmly added, unwrapping his hands from your hips and shutting down your eyes again.

He physically whines out and pouts "P-please baby, it hurts" he begs, though keeping his hands to himself.

"Nope, I don't feel like it tonight" you explain "stop being a horn dog and control your erections" you said, smiling to yourself and going back to sleep.

"You're so mean" he sighs to himself, accepting the fact that he got blue balled. :(

» Park Jay «

Jay knew he had a busy schedule. Lately he's been coming home late and very horny. But, being the thoughtful person he was, even if he had a raging boner, he wouldn't want to wake you up very late at night just to relieve himself.

But today, he came home fairly early. Well, even if it was half past ten at night, he found you in the kitchen, still washing the plates from dinner. This was his chance.

He makes his way over to the counter, wrapping his hands around your waist - just to back-hug you.

"Hi baby~" he greets happy to be with you after a long day of work. You greet him back, turning your head around to give him a short kiss.

"How was work?" you ask him, your hands still busy with the dishes.

"It was okay" he starts off sighing "I was thinking about you most of the time" he admitted.

"Is that why you're trying to get your dick wet?" you ask bluntly, referring to the not-so-subtle movements of his hips against you.

"I- uhh, maybe?" he feels his cheeks heat up.

"Too bad, I'm on my period" and with that you dry up your hands, lay a kiss on his flushed cheeks and go get ready for bed, leaving him staring blankly in disbelief.

Sigh, guess he's gonna have to rub one out in the shower.

» Sim Jake «

It was a lazy Friday and you and your sweet boyfriend Jake were one the couch, binge watching a random Netflix show. He was on one end of the couch, you were on another.

As the show went on, he felt himself getting more and more bored when he could be fucking you right then and there. You however, were very invested in the show, laughing at every little joke that Jake missed or paying close attention when he was just yawning and rubbing his eyes.

"Y/n, don't you think this is a little boring?" he asks all of a sudden, making you pout.

"You could've told me you weren't enjoying the show" you pouted.

"Yeah, I'd enjoy you much more" he smirked, flicking his eyebrows up and down.

"Oh" you simply say, shrugging your shoulders and resuming your show.

He stares at you in shock, expecting you to at least do something, but when you don't he makes his way to your end of the couch, burying his face in your tummy and holding your waist.

"Y/nnnn pleaseee" he begged, squeezing you harder, making you giggle "Need you"

"Nah uh, I'm not in the mood Jakey, sorry" you confirm, nevertheless stroking his hair.

He puffed out, getting up "I have to go to the bathroom" He announced, kissing your forehead and making his way to the bathroom.

At one point you turned off the television and decided to listen to his exaggerated moans as he jerked himself off, secretly laughing to yourself.

» Park Sunghoon «

You jumped in shock when Sunghoon slid the shower curtain open, sliding in behind you.

"Hoon! Jesus you scared me" you sigh, sucking a breath in.

"Jesus, am I that scary" He jokes, tickling your sides, "Booooo!"

"Shut up dummy" you laugh, turning around to face him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. His hands rubbed all over your back, before landing on your ass, giving it a squeeze. "Perv" you roll your eyes playfully.

"You have a nice ass babe" he admits, giving it another squeeze to emphasize his point.

"So do you" you say, reaching for his ass and giving it a light slap.

"Heyyyy" he whines, swatting your hands away. You giggle at his blushing cheeks, pinching them. It's only when you realise why he's blushing after feeling his tip nudge your belly.

"Extra perv" you giggle, watching as he tries to defend himself.

"It's not my fault your ass is so soft" he blames you ass of growing him an erection, making you shrug your shoulders.

"Unlucky for you, I'm not a fan of shower sex" you say, sliding the curtain open and getting out, leaving him hanging with a raging boner. "B-but" he sighed when you he realised you were already out of the room.

He better have a good mental image of your nice ass cause he's gonna need it to get himself off.

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[ieatedyourcrayons]

Midnight snacks

eyeless jack x fem!reader

part 2 is up. this can be read as a oneshot, this will be a multi chapter fic!

tw for stalking, slight yandere, slight violence, and minor kidnapping

You woke up with a groan, not expecting your dream to end so suddenly. As you open your eyes you struggle to see through the darkness, the only thing your eyes can make out is the small “2:46 am” on your clock. 

Your body is full of energy suddenly and you groan knowing you won’t be back to sleep for a while. You roll over in your bed and crawl out from the warmth of the covers. You make your way through the darkness and find your lamp on the dresser.

You turn the lamp on and the click of the lamp turning on echos in the quiet room. You eyes shut in response to the sudden bright light. You wince as your eyes adjust to the light, and you get a glance of yourself in the mirror after your eyes adjust.

Your hair is messy from all your tossing and turning, your clothes hang loosely and comfortably on your body, your bra had been taken off from the second you got off work last night.

You weakly walk out your room and make your way to the kitchen, hoping to find something to satisfy your slight hunger.

The only light in the kitchen being the one from the microwave above the stove. You aren’t aware of your surroundings, as your brain is still foggy from all the sleep, So you didn’t catch the figure standing in the corner of the kitchen.

The figure in kitchen wasn’t expecting you to wake up, especially not wake up and enter the kitchen. He doesn’t move a muscle as he watches every move you make, hoping you don’t find him.

As you open the fridge the room is filled with light, the light hits the dark corner, revealing the man hidden in the shadows. He goes still as he hopes you don’t turn around.

You glance over the fridge before you get this uncomfortable feeling and look over, just to see a man in your kitchen. Your face goes pale and it feels like your heart stops as you stare at him.

The man stands at a tall height, he’s dressed in all black with a blue mask on his face that has a yucky black substance leaking out the eye sockets.

Both of you stand there, not making a move. You’re hoping that this is just a dream or a hallucination from your sleepy brain, but nope, He’s real.

“Who are you..” You ask with fake confidence as you stare him down.

The figure tilts it’s head and something about it sends butterflies in your stomach that your quickly shut down.

“The names jack.” He eventually huffs out, “I know your name darling” he adds, grinning behind the mask. He’s been stalking you for months. He’s memorized all your patterns, routines, and even the people you have over.

Your heart sinks further into your stomach as he tells you that he knows your name. “How do you know me?” You ask with caution. Your not scared facade dropping.

“I’ve been watching you for a while now, you intrigue me darling.” He says as he steps further to you. The fridge starts beeping, letting you know you need to close it. You hesitate as you shut it. The only light in the room is the microwave light again.

“That’s not funny.. get out of my house..” you stutter out, shying away as he steps closer. The only way you can go is back into a wall.

He lets out a low laugh as you shy away from him, he steps closer, your back now against the wall. His height is intimidating yet attractive, the fact that he towers over you sends butterflies to your stomach again.

“I don’t remember implying that anything was a joke hm?” He says, teasing you as he looks down on your scared figure, taking in your relaxed attire.

You stand your ground, not letting his unusual attractiveness mix you up. “Get out of my house.” You reply sternly as you put your hands on his chest and push him back.

His demeanor drops as you attempt to push him away. “No.” is all he replies with before grabbing you and putting a cloth over your mouth.

You struggle in his grip as the disgusting smell of whatever is on the cloth slowly weakens you. “Shh, i’m not going to hurt you..” He whispers as he strokes your head. The chemical eventually knocking you into a dreamless and restless state of unconsciousness.

Jack sets your limp body on your couch before running to your room and packing you a bag of essentials. He throws the bag on his shoulders and picks you back up.

He heads to the door and leaves your house, set on taking you to his cabin to keep for himself.

[suzyandthefox]

50 Vore dialogue prompts if you even care

(Some of these will have heavier themes like self harm/suicide/etc, they meant to be used in soft safe nonsexual scenarios however)

(Tone of dialogue is up to you)

1: "Where am I?"

2"You're in my belly"

3: "Is it safe here?"

4: "I would have never done it if it wasn't safe "

5: "I'm scared"

6:"I'm all around you now"

7: "Just go on, eat me and end my misery"

8: "If you wish to die, then let me be your grave"

9: "Let me be home to you"

10: "Are you okay in there?"

11: "It's really wonderful here, thank you"

12: "You're safe now"

13: "Enough fighting, you can rest now"

14: "Let me swallow, for the sake of both of us,"

15: "What's that?"

16: "That's my heart"

17: "I didn't mean to do it, I'm sorry"

18: "I wish you just cut my head off instead of this,"

19: "Let me show you what happens to insolent little fools like you"

20: "I will give you the worst meal of your life!"

21: "You're staying with me, right?"

22:"I'm tired, can I sleep?"

23:"Sleep if you need to, I will be here when you wake up"

24: "What's happening?!"

25: "I'm not ready yet! Wait!"

26: "Place your trust in me, you have no one else after all."

27:"Your journey was meant to end in my mouth"

28:"Can you open your mouth for me?"

29:"Gentle,please, I'm still new to this."

30:"I almost want to go all the way down."

31:" Your throat is very... Inviting."

32: "Does it hurt when I touch here?"

33: "You're fascinating, "

34: "You taste horrible."

35:" Glad to know that you're suffering"

36:" Your stomach is empty, did you eat anything today?"

37:" I hate that I don't hate this"

38:" Please don't cry, you're going to be alright."

39: "Be careful please. "

40:" Don't go too deep, I won't be able to let you out."

41:" I'm trying to help you,"

42:" You're hurting me"

43:" I didn't think it would be so nice here."

44:" Be glad I agreed to this."

45:" You're very brave for this. "

46:" I'm bored, so I'm going to make it your problem. "

47:" Good luck trying to get out. "

48:" You're cute, I want to keep you in there forever."

49:" Entertain me, maybe I wouldn't eat you."

50: "Thank you, I owe you so much for this,"

[thetravelingtyper]

Our Shattered Heart Interlude (Part 2.25) SR (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

Loading Track 1 - Work Song by Hozier (SImon RIley One Shot) Kept awake by Soap, Simon takes the time to recollect on a few things close to his Heart.

Warnings: Possible OOC of Simon, Suggestive Content, Cursing, Jealous and Possessive Simon, Konig being slightly unhinged lol

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.50, Masterlist

As decided by the poll! Here is Simon. You don't need to read the other two parts for this I think but I recommend you do for context! Enjoy - Ash :D

Boys, workin' on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

I just think about my baby

I'm so full of love I could barely eat

There's nothing sweeter than my baby

I'd never want once from the cherry tree

'Cause my baby's sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissin' me

Simon Riley was a light sleeper if he got any sleep at all. Johnny helped but the Scot tended to talk in his sleep, disturbing him. Price had left that day to return to base but you and the men needed to remain for another two weeks. That day you gave the men an earful about their treatment of you.

You turned to Simon with a simmering fire in your eyes. You walked up to him, poked a finger into his chest, and cursed.

“You! Big trouble mister! You were the worst of you lot! Price got away for now but he’ll hear it soon!” 

Simon nodded, giving a gruff apology and taking your hand in his. You blinked and looked into his eyes. There you found a swirl of emotion restrained by his nature. He set a hand to your face and tilted your head up.

“I’m sorry dove. I was angry at you, more myself, for not being able to protect you. I should not have left you.”

Johnny sets a hand between Simon’s shoulders. 

You lean into his hand.

“It's ok Simon.”

And with that you let him be.

Simon shuffled out of his room quietly, making sure not to disturb Soap who rolled over, pulling into himself without Simon there. Stretching his neck, Simon red the clock, 2:46 am, he sighed, he was going to feel this tomorrow. The man padded down the hall, passing the sound of Gaz snoring in his room. He turned the corner into the kitchen. Opening the cabinet he reached for a glass and a bottle of bourbon. Sighing he poured himself a glass and leaned against the counter taking a sip. His memories kept him company.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

He and Heart were on a duo mission in the Alps running intel for a botched mission. Everything had gone to shit when Ghost got shot. The shot went clean through, nicking nothing important but he collapsed with a yell from Heart.

“Shit Simon!.” Heart yanked him up and fled. 

The night was almost on you. You rushed to pad the wound the best you could, heart quivering. The kiss had changed things between you two but he didn’t speak on it. You had to think fast! Wait! Kortac! 

You grabbed your emergency phone and dialed the only person you could quickly reach. König. 

The operator had a safehouse in the Austrian Central Alps and you tried your luck…with success. König had picked up with a kurt, 

“Who is this? How did you get this number.”

“König it's me! Heart, I need help!”

His voice changed immediately,

“Schatz! Where are you?”

You responded with your coordinates and set Simon down against a tree, his groaning sharpening to a gruff laugh. You turn to him with wide eyes, his bandage having bled through. You curse, putting your phone in his hand to hold while you repack the would, burying the bloody bandages as it begins to snow.

“Schatz!” Königs voice echoes from the phone drawing Simon's sharp eye.

You try to take it from him but Simon grips the phone tighter.

“You called the Austrian?”

It's sharp, venomous even, his eyes trying to focus on you. You just gape at him, the sting of his voice carrying something you couldn't identify. You yank the phone from him while König confirms your location, he could be there in an hour. You praise him with thanks and try your radio again as the weather worsens. Nothing. You pace before you hear a gasp of pain. You turn to see that Simon has pulled himself up to lean against the tree.

“What in the fucking world are you doing LT?!?” 

He just glares at the phone. Arms reaching forward to jaggedly pull you to him.  The tactical vests kept you inches apart but the glower of his combat mask took up the entirety of your vision.

“You called König?” Simon hissed, having set your rifles aside he cusps your neck and pulled your face as close as he could with your helmets on. You pause before you simmer,

“You’re bleeding like a stuck pig Ghost!” 

You want to throw your hands up but his form entraps you. With strength you didn't know he could manage, he turns you both and pins you to the tree, breath heaving from the exertion. He grips the back of your neck with a gloved hand. 

“I don’t like him.”

You gawk at the man who’s form starts to sway,

“You got freaking SHOT! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? 

He chuckles deeply, caressing your neck, and his free hand reaching to lift his mask above his mouth. 

“What is this about Ghos-” You are cut off when he slams his lips against yours for the second time. 

Boys, when my baby found me

I was three days on a drunken sin

I woke with her walls around me

Nothin' in her room but an empty crib

And I was burnin' up a fever

I didn't care much how long I lived

But I swear I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did

You gasp into the kiss, Simon pinning you further and taking the moment to open the kiss. You shove against him and he grunts, parting with heavy breaths and dilated pupils.

“Simon! What, how, why? You've been shot this is not the freaking time!”

His head staggers to your neck, lips parting with a deep chuckle that reverberates against you. He presses a kiss to your exposed neck that has your legs quaking. Your hands push against him with a little more success, but he is stubborn.

“Stop.” It is a deep-voiced command you push anyway.

“You need to sit down Sir.” He groans at that, but your phone rings again igniting something fierce in Simon. You go to pull it out but he uses his free hand to pin yours back.

“What the fu-” He bites your neck and your head knocks back against the tree neck as the phone continues to ring. He tongues over the mark before tracing up your neck. You give a breathy whimper before looking into Simon's eyes. His pupils are blown but his face cripples in pain as the phone rings. You push him, finding he gives with, stumbling, his bandages reddening. 

You dash for the phone, grabbing it as Simon reaching for you collapses, clutching his side. You rush to grab him, answering Königs questions. 

“Simon!” He blacks out.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

König arrives in 30 minutes, dressed in winter gear, and helps you to rewrap Simon and take him back to the safe house. You both rush into an open area with two single beds. König and you set Simon down and you are panicking. König grabs medical supplies while you work getting Simon’s equipment off. You strip his top off peeling the bloody compression shirt off and leaving his scarred abdomen open. You rewrap his wound and lean him back against the pillows.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Simon faded in and out, lured to moments of almost consciousness by your laughter. His eyes momentarily open, muddy eyes from the shot you have given him earlier. As he comes to, unable to move he sees König and you close together, sitting at the table and eating. Something deep in his gut, not nausea nor pain, burned as he saw König reach an arm around you. 

My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the Lord don't forgive me

I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

When I was kissing on my baby

And she put her love down soft and sweet

In the low lamplight I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me

Night fell quickly as you rewrapped Simon and then used the shower, reappearing in a spare one of König’s shirts and your winter pants. You checked on Simon who was still out cold. Under the eyes of König you run a hand down his masked face, eyes tracing firm and scarred muscle. König then sees your neck his eyes darkening.

“Schatz”  

You turn to him in question.

“Are you and the Ghost together.” 

The question startles you and you look to the taller man with wide eyes. He takes the moment to stand, and to your surprise pulls off his sniper’s hood. Underneath was a handsome face, pale eyes, and dark brown hair. He reached back and undid his bun letting his hair fall. He steps forward, towering over you.

You stutter a no, a “I don’t Know.” 

König nods looking almost sagelike. He reads your body and eyes.

“It's complicated ja?”

You just sigh and nod, a hand running through your hair. You then sit down on the other bed and he joins you as you just spill it out. Everything, Soap, Gaz, Ghost and then Price. You go on for an hour just talking with König listening. As you end he sets a large hand on your knee in comfort as you collapse onto the bed with a huff. Your eyes turn to you and he smiles, making your breath hitch. 

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Something in Simon's mind stirs, he shifts and feeling exposed his eyes open. He shifts up against the pillows he is propped against and his eyes seek you. What he sees makes him freeze. Your back is on the bed with an unmasked, lessly dressed König leaning over you. Your laughter chimed out. Simon's heart freezes seeing Königs hand on your knee before it lifts to hover over you. Ghost tears through him then something black and vicious. Simon practically throws himself up with a grunt, then he's on his feet. You shoot up, knocking into König whose eyes fly to the standing Lieutenant. 

“Back the fuck off of them.”

He barks the order as he steps forward rage balling his fists up and tensing his muscles. König chuckles and stands, putting himself between you and Simon. 

“What will you do Geist?” He says calmly, something in Königs brain raising in glee at a challenge. You wrap an arm around König and pull but the man doesn’t move.

“König! Stop!” But the man continues tempting Simon, like baiting a wolf.

“You can’t protect them, what can you and your team do if I..” König spins around and gives you a knowing look,

“Wha-” 

He grabs your face and presses his soft lips to yours. With you in shock, he deepens the kiss in a mock way. Simon snaps, lunging forward and tackling the bigger man as you step back in shock. König is strong but Ghost tears through Simon as rage and pent-up emotional adrenaline rush through him. He flips himself on top of the man, falling on top of him to the floor. His hand grabs for his knife and he pins König to the floor with a growl and a knife to his neck.

“Simon!” You yell it out but the man doesn’t move, dark eyes staring into König as then König laughs, a hearty sound that rumbles under Simon. His ice eyes gleam with delight. He had been wanting to test the famous Ghost. Simon, mind clear and now awake sees this then and stabs the knife into the wood floor next to König. You rush forward then wrap your arms around his bare chest.

“Simon that's enough.” Those possessive eyes then shoot at you in Königs shirt. He surges up off of König and crowds you, backing you up until you fall back onto the bed. He follows, his knee bracing on the other side of your thigh and hands, arms, and chest caging you in. König stays sprawled out watching the show. 

Simon's eyes burn into yours, something hot and possessive burns there. You gulp unsure what to do, but the position does something, sending a simmering heat to your belly. Simon breaths heavily, rage dissipating, his eyes catch the spot he marked on your next, and pleasure surges through him. His eyes flicker to König who watches with a smirk, he realizes then. It was a test. Simon’s eyes meet yours and you find your hands reaching for his face to try and comfort him, but he does something a lot more intimate. After pulling his mask up, His lids droop and he dips his mouth into you in a languid kiss. You moan into the kiss and he chases the sound, lowering his weight onto you. 

His hands run at the edges of Königs shirt possessively, Jealousy burning at his fingertips as they skim your skin but don't go under. No. Simon parts from your lips, tracing a kiss down your jaw and then to your neck as your arousal builds.

“Si-” He sucks at the junction of your neck that has you arching your back under him. He pauses then kisses there and hums against your skin as his arms work their way around you. 

König stands, turns, and enters the bathroom and Simon relaxes fully. 

He then, grabbing you, rolls so you're on his chest. The position allows you to finally take a deep breath and still your wildly beating heart. Simon runs a hand through your hair as you stare at him in wonder. His eyes soften before he tisks in pain, You try to get off him but his arms shoot out, muscles pulling you back to him.

“No, please stay.” 

His voice is soft, something tender and sweet. You look down at him and feeling a push from your heart, clenching so tightly it takes your breath, you kiss him. SImons eyes widen before closing as your hands brace his wound before traveling up tight muscle. You echo him earlier by then parting and tucking your face into his next in embarrassment. 

“No Dove, let me see you.” 

Simon murmurs and you pull back as he cradles your cheek. You see the adoration then, in a brief flash before the bathroom door has Simon's eyes becoming guarded again. You take the moment to roll off him and sit up. König reappears with the knife, standing with a smirk regarding you as Simon sits up. You stand to approach König but Simon stands and wraps you in his arms, pulling you flush against him. The Skull glowers at König but the man waves Simon off, offering his knife back by the blade. Simon reaches and takes the blade in silent agreement with the Austrian. You relax then in SImon’s hold as König flips off the light and gets into bed. 

“Goodnight Schatz,” he says as he turns his back to you too. 

Simon huffs, releasing you to lie down on the bed, pulling himself tenderly under the covers. To your surprise, he pulls his balaclava off. You go to get a wipe for his eye black but he just takes your hand and pulls. You sigh, murmuring a good night to König, and shuffle into bed minding Simon’s wound. He quickly pulls your back to him and engulfs you with his arms. You blush but as the actions of the day finally catch up to you you find yourself nodding off in your Simons arms. 

He presses a final kiss to the side of your head and after you fall asleep he murmurs a deep,

“I love you.”

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

SImon finishes his glass of bourbon as there is a noise. There is a quick light as you shuffle out into the kitchen. You then notice Simon.

“Si,” you yawn, “Why are you up?” 

He sets his glass aside. He opens his arms and you immediately come forward into them. You press a tender kiss to his jaw and he embraces you. 

“Just thinking Dove.”

He pulls you in for a secret kiss, fingers dancing down your arms and intertwining your hands,

“Just thinking.”

End Track

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[alfalfaaarya]

18.09.2024// Wednesday

Helloooo

Tomorrow will be my first, semester 2 exam - Pharmacology paper 1.

It's 11:46 pm as I am typing this.

My exam is in about 9 hours .

Am I prepared, somewhat.

But there's still time left , I feel like as I get closer to the exam , the time required to grasp information decreases . I'm at my max like 1 hour before exam , I remember going through 4 chapters in 2 hours for patho for my last exam. It was insane !

Idk why I'm yapping.

I just needed a small break so I came here to rant :')

I'll be sleeping in sometime, my eyes are tired but my brain will keep up for sometime and then go off. Then I'll sleep.

I'll revise everything I've studied when I wake up. ⏰️

[juhaknyeonies]

choi seungcheol smau (scoups)

music major!seungcheol x cinematography major!reader

summary: you left home early and don’t have anyone to dorm with at the dorms so you take up rent with a friend, you need to find a job but it’s been a struggle for you and you can’t just let your friend pay rent by yourself so when you find a job you immediately take it but what you didn’t realise was this job had you moving around a lot more than you wanted too. atleast he’s rich, right?

genre: humour, fluff, romance, slight angst

warnings: landlord is a prick, sick people (illness), isolation and arguements

started 27/06/23 - ended tba

updates: every saturday and thursday

feel free to ask to be apart of taglist

a/n: i am not american so the dates when the academic term starts and ends may be a little different, also years of when certain people graduate will be different based on their major.

term 1: early february - early april (beginning of the academic year)

2 week break

term 2: late april - late june

2 week break

term 3: late july - late september

2 week break

term 4: early october - mid december (end of academic year)

6 week break and repeat again

the beginning

profiles 1 (y/n’s squad 😝)

profiles 2 and 2.5 (12 broke uni students + mingyu)

beginning of academic year

recording #1: day too early..

recording #2: job stealer

recording #3: the girl in vernon’s class

recording #4: ncity liquor

recording #5: job interview = happy cheol

recording #6: can you drive??

recording #7: today is not my day

recording #8: guilty

recording #9: are you girlypop?

recording #10: accidentally asked a girl out…

recording #11: cute

recording #12: sleep on the floor

recording #13: texting, i’m bored

recording #14: my fav cousin

recording #15: i wanna go, but i don’t but i did!

recording #16: drunk one-sided fight

recording #17: not jeonghan approved

recording #18: they finally did work!!

recording #19: stupid landlord

recording #20: sorry lee seokmin

recording #21: no they aren’t actually dating.. yet!

recording #22: he’s whipped whipped

recording #23: rtl or fear?

recording #24: rejected but not to your face.. ouch.

recording #25: y/n’s twitter

recording #26: delulu

recording #27: woozi got my back

recording #28: ngl thought it was obvious

recording #29: best wingmans ever

recording #30: spending $127 on someone (simp!)

recording #31: something on your mind

recording #32: oh okay

recording #33: mansae mansae mansae

recording #34: i’m sorry, it was urgent

recording #35: yayaya lets have fun!!

recording #36: gotta go (not by chungha)

recording #37: just s.coups and woozi

recording #38: jeonghan and y/n

recording #39: get on twitter!!!

recording #40: im back, im sorry

recording #41: same dream, same mind, same night

recording #42: cinematography is fun

recording #43: regular (job version)

recording #44: ubb file??

recording #45: creation of adore u (wip)!!

recording #46: quiet

recording #47: for you ofc <3

recording #48: its obvious i adore you

recording #49: lets wait for the future

recording #50: thank you

end of academic year

[writingforstraykids]

Dialogue and "scenario" prompts

In case you need a few ideas to make a request, this might help☺️~Nat🖤

Dialogue prompts

1. "So if I liked you, which I obviously don't, but if I did-" 2. "Why are you acting like this?" 3. "You're safe with me." 4. "I'm here, okay?" 5. "Just hold me." 6. "Here, take my hand." 7. "...This is embarrassing." 8. "Does this happen a lot?" 9. "I trust you with my life." 10. "Just leave me alone, okay?" 11. "I want to deserve you." 12. "You don't have to do this on your own." 13. "Can I kiss you?" 14. "Does that hurt?" 15. "You make me happy." 16. "You're mine. Only mine." 17. "I ruin everything I touch." 18. "You're annoying, you know that?" 19. "Don't be a dick." 20. "I'm not who you think I am." 21. "Of course, I came back for you." 22. "We make a pretty good team." 23. "Love isn't for everybody." 24. "I still love you." 25. "You can't save everyone." 26. "I'm sorry, have we met?" 27. "You remember?" 28. "How is it that you're never scared/worried?" 29. "I knew you had a heart." 30. "One of us is going to end up with a broken heart." 31. "Your hands are warm." 32. "I demand cuddles." 33. "I'm on my way, love." 34. "Your hugs are nice." 35. "You got me flowers?" 36. "You're welcome to stay." 37. "Is that my shirt/sweater?" 38. "Pinky promise?" 39. "Just let it out." 40. "I love every single thing about you." 41. "You're amazing." 42. "May I have this dance?" 43. "You owe me a kiss." 44. "I love you." - "No, you don't." 45. "We're best friends, what's so wrong with us making out every then and now?" 46. "Did you just kiss me?" 47. "One more hug, please?" 48. "Can I hold your hand?" 49. "Can you stay with me tonight?" 50. "Can't sleep?" 51. "You want to do it here?" 52. "Come on, I'll show you how to dance." 53. "Thank you for never giving up on me." 54. "You need a break. Now." 55. "Only five more minutes." 56. "Such a good girl." 57. "Need you. Now."

Scenario prompts

58. Delicate hugs that grow closer as time passes 59. Holding hands literally everywhere 60. Late-night calls 61. Matching jewelry 62. Memorizing small details about each other 63. Forehead kisses 64. Slow dancing 65. Movie night

[brooooswriting]

Prompt list

My first prompt list and I’m honestly not quite sure how this works. But send me a prompt and a character (you can find the characters I write for in my guidelines) :) I’m happy about request and recommendations

1. “I’m not stupid, who is s/he?

2. “I’m not flirting with anyone”

3. A: “We have a problem”

B: “no, you got a problem. I got you”

4. “If I could, I would kiss all your scars away”

5. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this”

6. “I don’t want to think about what life would be like without you”

7. “Do you want to stay tonight?”

8. “I killed him and I’d gladly kill him again”

9. “Don’t panic, but I think there’s someone in our house”

10. “How bad is it?”

11. “Cmon, I’ll carry you”

12. “I can’t get up”

13. “I threw up”

14. “You’re burning love”

15. “I can protect myself”

16. “Don’t touch me! GET OFF”

17. “You look beautiful”

18. “You left me. I stayed, I waited”

19. “You have the most amazing eyes”

20. “How’d you this scar?”

21. “We have time”

22. “You can still use your legs, so don’t say that I was jealous again”

23. “If even one of them touches you again, I’ll make sure they aren’t able to ever again”

24. “I’m overreacting?”

25. “Don’t cover my bite marks, or I might just have to add more”

26. “Wow, you really thought you could trust me?”

27. “You belong to me”

28. “I dare you”

29. “You can’t restart life once you make a mistake”

30. “You should be with someone who values you”

31. “I do not like (x), I like you you idiot”

32. “(X) doesn’t understand what they’re missing”

33. “If I was your girlfriend, I’d …”

34. “Can you picture me and you together?”

35. “My grandma thinks we are dating”

36. “Can’t sleep again”

37. “It’s past midnight, why are you still up?”

38. “Let’s get you some sleeping pills”

39. “She’s not your property”

40. “There is us, there never was”

41. “Keep lying and I’m out”

42. “Is this all I was to you?”

43. “You thought this was real?”

44. “All they ever did was take advantage of you. Why can’t you see that?”

45. “Tell me a story”

46. “It’s time to move on”

47. “I’m gonna take a shower, you should join me. You know, save water”

48. “Calm down! You’re scaring me”

49. “I’m done trying to fix you”

50. “I see your face everywhere… don’t you understand that?”

51. “I wasn’t enough for you, you made that clear”

52. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake to. Go back to sleep my love”

53. “Can I borrow your hoodie?”

54. “It kills me to imagine you with somebody else”

55. “You don’t own me”

56. “Can you come and get me?”

57. “You’re freezing, let’s go inside. I don’t want you to catch a cold”

58. “I don’t want you to be disappointed”

59. “It’s cute, this thing you’re doing”

60. “You should eat something”

61. “Who did this to you?!”

62. “You look like you need a hug”

63. “I love you, but you need to shut up”

64. “They’re coming. Kiss me”

65. “I’m flirting with you”

66. “I’m just so tired all the time”

67. “Would you like to take a nap with me?”

68. “Can I braid your hair?”

69. “You’re not your past”

70. “That’s not what I meant and you know it”

71. “You can cry, there’s no shame in it”

72. “You don’t do that with me”

73. “You’re not making sense dear”

74. “You feel like home”

75. “Is s/he really just a friend?”

76. “I promise I am trying”

77. “I can fix it, I will fix it”

78. “I can’t breathe around you”

79. “Don’t give me space. That’s the last thing I want”

80. “If you were any less threatening, you’d be a dandelion”

81. “I just adore you”

82. “Did I do good?”

83. “Let’s run away then”

84. “You shouldn’t trust me”

85. “What if you get hurt?”

86. “I like to do it for the plot”

87. “You are ticklish, that’s so cute”

88. “Can you warm me? I’m freezing”

89. “If you steel the blanket I’m gonna put my cold feed on you”

90. “This is low, even for you”

91. “I promise it didn’t mean anything”

92. “How much cold medicine did you take?”

93. “Get behind me”

94. “Touch her one more time and I’m gonna kill you”

95. “I want a family… with you”

96. “You’re more than a one night stand”

97. “Say that one more time and I’ll whoop your ass”

98. “My family likes you more than they like me”

99. “Every day feels like a burden”

100. “I may be a hero but I’d end the world for you”

[fandomfluffandfuck]

https://x.com/boycandyhot/status/1802872813570678794?s=46&t=zX9HxUHW39UFoPnzCdFaCA

… just leaving this here for your imagination to run wild

[Link] to a very NSFW video on Twitter of a guy wearing just a dark green ARMY shirt, no pants, laying back on his bunk while several other men around him use him. There's one guy fucking his ass, another fucking his throat, and several others with phone flashlights.

I am imagining two things:

1. This happening with Steve, of course, as the being the one used.

It's after a mission that had to be abandoned halfway through, there was no time to come down, no victory, and now there's no way for Steve to shake all the fucking adrenaline pumping through his bulging veins like hot venom. He swears, with every pump of his racing heart, he feels it sting more, rushing from his brain to pollute his chest and spread even further into his fingers that curl into fists and his toes that dig into the bottoms of his heavy boots.

He has so much goddamn energy and nothing to do with it.

He's shaking, trying to contain everything. And he's trying not to make a big deal about it, but he can't fucking sit still. It actually hurts. All that adrenaline dumped into his system with no outlet of feats of super-strength or -speed or -agility. The march back to the barracks from the HYDRA hell hole they had to abandon gutting did nothing to dull Steve's high.

It feels like being high. Shaking, unfocused, the world too bright, and his muscle and bone larger than his skin. He just wants to come down.

Bucky punches him in the arm eventually, husking something about cutting it out, stop squirming, punk. Some of us are trying to sleep.

Steve can't stop.

Steve can't sleep.

Bucky sits himself uo in the the bunk he's secretly sharing with Steve, giving him that smarmy grin he wears when he's about to get in trouble, stringing some girl along, sealing drinks or cigarettes from the bar to make her giggle and feel lighter than air when he twirls her back onto the floor. He's a charmer, that's for sure. And he knows too much about Steve, like, for example, that when he's really having a tough time sleeping, he just needs a good fuck to be knocked out. Something about an orgasm, especially an orgasm ripped out of him from Bucky's cock pounding his sweet spot, his own cock unassassited against his belly, that hits his occassional insomnia in the teeth. So... now that he's super, what about a super knockout?

A super knockout? Steve has no idea what he means, but it isn't helping him stay still because now he's thinking about Bucky grabbing him and folding him in half and pounding him like he did when he was smaller and fragile but desperate to have someone treat him like he wasn't. Manhandled. Fucked.

The venom in his veins, killing him slowly, lights at the same intensity as vodka.

Steve is immediately in flames.

Bucky grins, knowing it, and explaining by betting him five bucks that he can convince the rest of the Howlies to help him and, oh, you know, fuck out some of that energy? Whaddya say, Stevie?

Steve can only whimper, clenching on nothing, suddenly too aware of how empty he is and how full he could be. He wants to be exhausted by fullness, fucked until he passes out, and, goddamnit, how doss Bucky know what he needs better than he does?

2. This being fantasized about, again, by Steve, but without it actually happening.

They're crammed into Steve's bunk while the others are out on weekend leave, stumbling through bars, no doubt, picking up women and laughing too loud through clouds of fragrant cigarette smoke. They're pretty fucking sure that all the other soldiers are out and will stay out for a few more hours, but Steve and Bucky don't know.

So... they're using their alone time the best they can while still being secretive about it.

Bucky has the thin, regulation blankets thrown over them as he plunges in and out of Steve's tight fucking body with the most obscene sounds. Wet. Tight. Hard. Fast. The bunk is creaking beneath their weight.

They're trying to be stealthy, and it isn't working. It can't. Of fucking course they're lost in this. Fucking. Its goddamn animal. They hardly get the chance these days, so when they do, they go hard.

Bucky is going so hard. Steve is clawing at his arms and back and any part of his man that he can reach with his head thrown back. As he claws desperately, his arms flex, and his big biceps push those new, soft tits together into cleavage that makes Bucky insane.

In-fucking-sane.

Besides, the serum made his sweet little hole smaller, Bucky fucking swears. He's so hot and tight. He's clinging to his dick like his body wants to break his cock or like he never wants it to leave again, trying to keep it inside his sculpted, pretty ass forever.

Bucky could fuck him forever, except--

"You makin' so much goddamn noise, Stevie," Bucky whisper-snarls, mean in the best way, "can't control yourself, can ya? You're leaving me no choice here, sweetheart. I either gotta keep m' hand over your big mouth the whole time I plow your pretty ass into next Sunday or you're gonna get the whole base over here, moaning, oh, oh, oh, Buck! Buck! Mmm! Fuck me! Oh, Bucky! God, sweetheart, you're givin' a guy an ego, cryin' like some two-bit floozy for it. Is that what you want? You wan' everyone on base to know who's slut ya are? Yah want 'em to come check it out and see if they can muffle you themselves, Captain Slut? You wan'em to shove their dick so deep in your throat while I ride your ass that you can't make a sound, huh, sweetheart? Is that it?"

Steve sobs. Bucky is making it so much wooooorse. How can he not fucking moan and cry and writhe underneath him now?

Nevermind--jokes on me, I have more to imagine, always more 😏

3. This happening but with Bucky as the one the one used.

Bucky and Steve have had an arrangement for years. In Brooklyn, Bucky goes out with gals and does whatever he does with them. Drinking. Dancing. And... more, sometimes. Not all of the ladies, but some. Bucky's frequent dates help get those most suspicious about their living together, two bachelor's, off their backs, letting them stay together. So, it works. Steve knows he's enough for Bucky-- he's been told, and he believes it--but he also knows Bucky enjoys himself when he's out.

Thus, when Bucky was shipped out, they made an adjustment to their arrangement. On the front lines, Bucky could get his needs met and back home. And if Steve found anyone to pass the time with back home, that's just fine, too. They'll be together after, regardless.

So...

Bucky.

Bucky misses his guy bad. He's just a man. He has an appetite. Maybe a larger appetite than the average born from the need to satisfy his Stevie and his dates that he took because he liked them, yeah, but also because it helped everyone out. Maybe he just likes the attention. Whatever the reason, he snaps eventually. He tries to go without like he knows Steve will--stubborn ass, but also somehow missed by the eyes of everyone else. He can't, though.

He gets just a few weeks into boot camp and cracks. He sucks one dick and... suddenly, word gets around. Fast.

And before he knows it, he's being razzed during training, in the mess hall, and everywhere he goes on base--slaps on the backs, pats on the ass, whispers in his ear, notes pressed into the palm of his hand, smoldering looks catching his eye. These men are desperate. And they want someone willing.

Bucky is willing.

Maybe a little too willing.

And, guh, Bucky can't fucking wait to tell Steve about this. He fantasizes about it when he's being jostled and fucked, a cock in his ass and another down his throat while there's two rubbing hard and wet against his hip, waiting for their turn. He wants to see the look on Steve's face. He wants to know how squeaky his voice will get when he asks how it felt. He wants to know the shade of embarrassed, turned-on pink he'll turn when Bucky describes the syrupy, hot feeling of drowning in pleasure as he's filled from every angle. All those dicks. All that body heat. All the musky, groaning men using him. He wants to know if Steve will want a live reenactment, if when he gets home from the war and swaggers into their little apartment, Steve will trail after him, out on the town, prowling through those specific bars looking for specific men that might want a piece of Bucky so Steve can see for himself what he looks like taking so much, boneless with his eyes rolling back, gurgling out all these sweet, little muffled sounds. Bucky's getting fucking ruined by all these men but he's thinking of just one--Steve.

[exymybeloved]

I REALLY need to stop writing at 2 am and go to sleep.

anyways, tw are swearing and whatever the arc of opm accusing Shen jiu is.

Shang Qinghua was listening intently at what the old palace master was saying, even though he knew what was about to happen to Shen Qingqiu (he was the one that wrote it, of course he knew.), Shang QingHua hoped and prayed that something was going to be different. That-

[Limited time offer!!! Would you like to buy the special deal ‘Freedom of speech 🦅’?

Only 10000 B-points!]

….

“Huh?” Shang Qinghua said intelligently.

Wait. Hold on. System?! Are you saying he could do whatever he wanted?! He could save Shen Qingqiu?! (And everyone else!)

[Host, this is a limited time offer! 01 : 46]

Shang QingHua looked at the price and immediately winced. That was such a scam! 10000 B-points?! In theory, Shang Qinghua could afford it… but what if there was an emergency? 

System, how much B-points do I have..?

[14913 B-points!]

Airplane lets out a groan (in his head), seriously?! That was going to leave him 4913 points only! Ughhhhhhhh! System, why are so… so… annoying!

Just wait until he uses it with Mobei-Jun, and tell him that he was a transmigrator! And maybe that he would tell Mobei that he was the author and technically god of this world!

[!!!!!!Host is not allowed to say anything about the system, transmigration or Pidw to anyone!!!!!! 01 : 09 ]

Then what is the point of this! It’s just useless!

Shang QingHua’s eyes flickered up to look at the old palace master, he still seemed to be in the middle of his speech. Shang QingHua’s eyes drifted to the right. Oh wait never mind, Qiu Haitang has appeared.

“—violent crime either. He was registered in the wanted list for many years, the one whose hands took innumerable lives-Wu Yanzi!"

…Ahhhh, fuck it! This IS an emergency! I’ll buy it! 

[Host have purchased ‘Freedom of speech 🦅’!

Host may use it for 15 minutes! Please use it wisely!]

Just as Shang QingHua bought it, the old palace master said loudly for everyone to hear, "In my opinion, it would be best to have Shen Qingqiu relocated to Huan Hua Palace for the time being. Wait until we've ascertained the truth before we come to a decision-how about it?"

Shit! Act quick!

“Ahaha, Let’s not get too hasty, Master Chen.” Shang Qinghua quickly blurted out.

The old palace master raised an eyebrow, “Hasty? This master is simply saying that Huan Hua palace is the best place for Shen Qingqiu to stay temporarily until there is evidence of his innocence.”

“Ah, this one would normally allow it…. If Master Chen weren’t just lying about everything.” Shang Qingahua smiled politely,with a smile that did not fully reach his eyes.

The old palace master’s eyes twitched, “Are you saying I am lying?”

“Ah, yes. First of all, all the things you have brought up are rumours and gossip. Rumours and truths are different. If Shen Qingqiu’s rumours about beating his disciple were true, then are the rumours about the little palace mistress’s mother being a much younger Huan Hua disciple true? It could be but also not. That’s what a rumour is. Secondly, it is Shen Qingqiu’s disciples, he can do what he wants.” As Shang QingHua says this, he kept his words polite, and respectful.

“Ah, this master suppose that could be true, but what about Miss Qiu Haitang’s statement? We cannot ignore something so serious.” 

“We have not heard anything from Shen Qingqiu’s perspective. It could very well be a misunderstanding.”

“Well, Shen Qingqiu, would you like to say anything about this?”

Shang QingHua hoped Shen Qingqiu would use this opportunity to save himself.

“This… This master had a Qi deviation on that fateful day and had accidentally killed… him. After the kill, I realised what I had done and fell into a deeper qi deviation, I only managed to snap out of it after I burnt down the Qiu mansion.” Shen Qingqiu was gripping his fan tightly, using it to cover his face, even though he was already facing away from the crowd and no one could see his face.

Yesss!!!!! Good job, Bro! I can make excuses for you like this!!!

“While that certainly doesn’t excuse killing the Qiu family, it explains a lot about the situation.” Shang QingHua said, still in that polite tone.

“…W.. Well, what about Shen Qingqiu going to brothels?” A brave Huan Hua disciple spoke up.

“I doubt Shen Qingqiu would sleep with the prostitute.” Wait. Uhhhhh. How can he explain this?

The old palace master seemed to take this as an opportunity and said, “And why is that, peak Lord Shang?”

Fuck! How can I explain this?! I can’t say that Shen Qingqiu was just seeking comfort! They’ll definitely think it was a lie! 

“Peak Lord Shang?” Fuck you!!! Don’t sound so smug!! Just say anything Airplane!!! 

“Shen Qingqiu is a cut sleeve.” 

A chorus of gasps was heard from the crowd.

…😨😨😨 …...NOOOOOOOO! AIRPLANE YOU ABSOLUTE BAFOON! YOu idiot! Why did you say it like that?!?! 

“……..And how do you know that?” The Huan Hua cultivator from before asked. 

Okay, Airplane you can fix this! Just say whatever comes to mind and don’t panic! Anything can do! It’s not like you can make it worse!

“I know from the amount of time we were together in the sheets, of course.” Fuck! Airplane! You did make it worse! Why did you double down!!?! 

Shang QingHua didn’t know if he wanted to live or die, as the whispering crowd fell into silence.

Fuck.

[emikodebauched]

♥️｡.｡:∞♡* Debauch Me.｡.｡:∞♡*♥

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ PLEASE ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

'*•.¸♡ Tell me how you would man-handle me ♡¸.•*

'*•.¸♡ What you would do to make me obedient ♡¸.•*

'*•.¸♡ What you would be like as rough hubby ♡¸.•*'

'*•.¸♡ And or how you would slut train me ♡¸.•*'

My poke-stats:

𓆩♡𓆪 H- 4'11" W-95lbs 𓆩♡𓆪 Half-asian \^_^/ 𓆩♡𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 Eyes- big, round, dark .

𓆩♡𓆪 Skin : pale af 𓆩♡𓆪 Hair: Mid-back caramel brown.

𓆩♡𓆪 Virgin bebe with the dirtiest needs 𓆩♡𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 Little slut into most things : face-fucks, g@ng b@ngs, leashes, collars, rope bondage, misogyny, cnc free use, and lots of spanking. Dreaming of a big daddy that would make me into a kept woman 🤤.

※─── Not into : Anything to do with bodily waste, gore, race play, dumbification, or cages. ──────※

ੈ✩‧₊˚ loves hand/forearm pics (stereotypical I know)ੈ✩‧₊˚

ੈ✩‧₊˚Am into: Being talked down to, forced to do kitchen work, spanking punishments, ownership stuff, being passed around, slut shaming.ੈ✩‧₊˚

*･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.* Thank you for reading *･῾ ᵎ⌇ ⁺◦ 💘 ✧.*

.✧ ┊ IMPORTANT ┊✧. 

✦ Currrently not looking for any irl Daddies or Sirs✦

✦ DMS off. Feel free to drop any terrible thoughts you have of destroying me in the asks ✦

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Otherwise ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Have your fun with me \^_^/ ੈ✩‧₊┊.

♡♡♡♡♡ NSFW ASKS ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

1. Would you rather be blindfolded or blindfold me?

2. Would you rather orgasm while performing oral or during intercourse?

3. What was your high school sex fantasy?

4. What’s your favorite position?

5.  Which part of your body do you consider the most sexy?

6.  Do you like to swallow?

7.  Who do you fantasize about when you’re alone?

8. Your last sexual encounter; good or bad and why?

9. Where is one place you would never have sex?

10. Top or bottom?

11.  Best sexual complement you ever got?

12. When was the first time you masturbated?

13.  Have/would you ever have sex outside?

14. Who gave you your last kiss? Did it mean anything?

15.  Do you sleep in pajamas, underwear, or nothing at all?

16.  If you had a sexual “to-do” list, what would be on top of the list?

17. Is a weird “sex face/orgasm face” a total deal breaker?

18. Do you have a gag reflex?

19. Is your sex life award-winning or a total flop?

20. Are piercings sexy?

21. Can/Have you ever squirted before?

22. List your kinks.

23. How did you discover you were kinky?

24. What was your first kinky sexual experience?

25. Any unexpected ways kink has improved your life?  If so, what are they?

26. What do you think is important in keeping a BDSM relationship healthy?

27. Something that never fails to make you horny:

28. Where is one place you would never have sex?

29. The most awkward moment during a sexual experience was when:

30. Whats the best way to sexually bind someone? (handcuffs, ropes, etc.)

31. Whats the fastest way to make you horny?

32. Something that you have hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find:

33. Two things you like/dislike about oral sex:

34. How big is too big?

35. One sexual thing you would never do:

36. Three spots that drive me insane:

37. Do you like it when your sexual partner moans?

38. Is it good sex even if you don’t cum?

39. Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? Why/Why not?

40.  If a child was born on the occasion of the last time you had sex, how old would that child be now?

41. Do you like giving head? Why/why not?

42. Do you own any sex toys? If so, how long have you had them?

43. Do you watch porn?

44. Have you had sex in your parents bed? (Would you?)

45. How would you react if you found out your parents had sex on your bed?

46. Spanking: turn on or turn off?

47.  What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?

48. Biggest sexual fantasy?

49. Kitchen counter, couch, or on top of the dryer?

50. Thoughts on period sex?

[arpmemething2]

Full House Sentence Starters

Send one for my muse’s reaction.  Feel free to change pronouns as needed.

"Gee, your hair smells like melon. What are you using?"

"Why thank you!"

"Don’t say it if you don’t mean it."

"No way, Jose!"

"She signed up for Shop Class cause she thought it was taught at the mall."

"We have this thing here in America called a restraining order"

“I guess we’re not as old as we thought we were, are we now”

"You don't have to be hip and cool. You're spick and span."

"I hope you're not offended. But if you are, that's her father over there."

"Darling, I just hope you are alright. But if you are alright, I'll kill you."

"You got it, dude."

"The baby's sleeping like a baby."

" Did ya get the triple chocolate with pink frosting in the shape of a clown's face with a big cherry-red nose? Did ya, did ya, DID YA?"

"I'm just cleaning my rubber gloves."

"She had the most incredible hypnotic eyes, the face of an angel, the most amazing body."

"You got a bad attitude."

"I can't have chicken pox, I'm immune."

"That's not a big problem. A big problem is like... well... if your butt fell off."

"You've been in toon-town for 2 days. Now, start acting like a human being."

"Cut. It. Out!"

"Talk to me."

"You're immune to common sense."

"Disco will never die."

"Shame on you!"

"Duh!"

"You should take a drive through a car wash without your car."

"I'm stuck in a room full of eggheads. They're worse than eggheads, they're omelette-heads!"

"Well, pin a rose on your nose."

"Oh, puh-lease!"

"How rude!"

"Don't shake your head. Your story's read. It's time for bed. To bed, I said."

"I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing with you... Only you're not joining in."

"Jail break!"

"Now you can have ice cream and chocolate milk, no cookies."

"Elvis never made one golf movie."

"Boy, this is gonna be a fun night."

"Tell me something I don’t know!"

"This kid has been walking for three days and you haven't stopped taping her. I'll feel sorry for her when she starts potty training."

"She was choking on a bad piece of cheese, so I gave her the Hoover maneuver and sucked it out of her."

"'Sorry.' 'Sorry.' 'Sorry' doesn't change the fact that my chicken tetrazzini is ruined!"

"I had a traumatic experience with squash once. I ate one."

"Aw, nuts!"

"Have mercy!"

"You gotta be kidding."

"A telescope that can only see your face?"

"I think you're a little mixed up."

"We never clean at my house. We move in, trash the place for five years, then move out."

"Yeah, well I bet you won't be getting surprised tonight."

"You can't buy my vote... but you can rent it for an hour."

"I’ll stay home and watch public television."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Whoa, Baby!"

"Am I the raddest, baddest dad a kid ever had?"

"Oh, mylanta!"

"I tried, and I failed. I'm just glad I figured this out now, and not when I'm 46."

"Hey, you had your adventure and now I'm going to have mine"

"Watch the hair!"

"You. Are. Not. Welcome!"

"I am stoked! Whatever that means."

"Who wants white meat? Scratch the white meat. We have dark meat and really dark meat."

"You have the brain of a paramecium."

"I am not and I'm telling you said that."

"Hey, I thought we were going out for ice cream."

"I need that cake!"

"You’re in big trouble, mister."

"You can keep the drums, but the sticks have got to go."

"Like on 'Oprah!' People married to two people at the same time… oh my god, They are a botanist!"

"Happy birthday to me!"

"That’s not funny."

“I will never die”

[elisysd]

Gold Rush Masterlist

Sequel to Cruel Summer (Charles Leclerc x OC), can be read independently

Prologue

1.Guess my childhood is over

2.Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

3.We are invincible, we are unstoppable

4.Vultures spinning up above for what's left of me

5.They say it's bad karma being such a heartbreaker

6.If you fail to plan, you plan to fail

7.Maybe together we can get somewhere

8.I've got memories and travel like gypsies in the night

9.Personally, I think you'd be better with somebody like me

10.Way down we go

11.That's why I'm lying to my therapist

12.You could be my luck even if the sky is falling down

13.Lately you've been searching for a darker place to hide

14.I could be so sweet if only I were naive

15.Burn, crash, romance, I’ll take what I can get from you

16.And I wanna kiss you, make you feel alright

17.I’ve been thinking way too loud, I wish that I could block me out

18.And if the storm is hitting I'll try to keep you steady

19.Ask me what I earned from all those tears

20.All I know is this could either break my heat or bring it back to life

21.Sleeping's so tough you're burning up my mind

22.It's a love story baby just say yes

23.Cause space is just a word made up by someone who's araid to get too close

24.But there's a shining in the shadows

25.I'll be there till it all feels so big, till it all feels so small

26.I’ve been feeling everything from hate to love, from love to lust, from lust to truth

27.Take the moment and taste it, you’ve got no reason to be afraid.

28.You've got a friend in me

29.Why don't you let me down, I'll let you do it again

30.Can you make it feel like home if I tell you you’re mine?

31.I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me

32.Maybe there's nothing after midnight that could make you stay

33.You're scared of love, well, aren't we all?

34.Don't get too close, it's dark inside, it's where my demons hide

35.Fear or love, baby? Don't say the answer

36.And what hurts the most is people can go from people you know to people you don't

37.Should I give up or should I just keep chasing pavements?

38.What am I now? What if I'm someone I don't want around?

39.And I just wanna tell you it takes everything in me not to call you

40.You know I'm afraid of change, guess that's why we stay the same

41.How long can we be a sad son 'til we were too far gone to bring back to life?

42.If to change is what you need you can change right next to me

43.I tell myself I'm good, but I'm falling apart

44.Can you keep me close? Can you love me most?

45.Lean on me when you're not strong and I'll be your friend

46.I'll be late, but I could make it all up to you

47.I wanna be better, I wanna be new but I can’t be those things next to you

48.Knew we would crash at the speed that we were going

49.You said that you needed space, go on then, astronaut

50.I trace the evidence, make it make some sense, why the wound is still bleedin'

51. Heaven knows I should let go, it’s nothing that I don’t already know

52. Where there is a flame, someone's bound to get burned

53. You’re blowing through my mind like the hurricane

54. Did some force take you because I didn't pray?

55. Take a heart and take a hand, like an ocean takes the dirty sand

56. I know you're scared and your pain is imperfect but don't you give up on yourself

57. Lately she's been dressing for revenge

58. Hold on and hope that we'll find our way back in the end

59. I don't ask for much, gimme love

60. But I promise you this I'll always look out for you

Epilogue

BONUS CHAPTERS

Our first christmas

A trip to Bali

My place is yours 

We want you to be their godparents

Double trouble

Marry me?

A bold move

My favorite enemy

It’s not you and I anymore

Not this fucking family

[harufluff]

✧°〜「 stray kids reaction to their s/o randomly wanting kisses from them 」〜°✧

warnings - none i don’t think. please let me know if there is

genre - fluffy goodness, angst for one of them, stray kids x gender neutral reader

requested - nope just for fun…

a/n - let’s get some stray kids on!! also thank you to everyone who saw my first few posts. ilyyyy <33333

✰ BANG CHAN ✰

you and chan were hanging out at home, just chilling out and getting some work done from the long week. chan was working on a new song while you were cleaning up the kitchen from your last meal. you started feeling deprived of you sweet boyfriends kisses.

you got up from you position and walked over to him. you sat on the floor right next to him. he didn't notice you sitting there staring up at him for a few second but when he did he was concerned. “y/n, baby what are you doing there? why are you sitting in the floor? did something happen? are you ok?!” his volume was increasing as he continued to get more worried “no no!! channie i just was some kisses”. you pouted lightly feeling a bit embarrassed at what you just said. “aww my baby wants kisses?? c’mere i’ll give you some kisses”. he picked you up and put you in his lap and started kissing you face all over making you giggle. “i love you” “i love you too”

ও LEE MINHO ও (lee know)

minho decided to take you on a date to the han river. you walked around, took in the view, i like the view right now enjoyed each other’s company, etc. it was about 5:00 when you decided it was getting a bit to cold for comfort, so you decided to go home. you hopped in the car and listened to music. to your dismay, most of the car ride was in silence.

when you finally got home, you walked into the again cold apartment, took your shoes off left them by the door and put you slippers on. while minho took his off, you decided to get what you wanted all day. so you gave him a back hug and leaned on him. “y-y/n! i’m gonna fall!” he screamed. you look your wait off him still not letting go of his waist. when he wasn’t falling anymore, he turned around in your arms and looked down at you. “what do you need, love”. you pursed your lips signifying what you wanted and he smiled and complied. “you want more? i’ll give you more. how about we make things interesting and i kiss you somewhere else?”.

☻ SEO CHANGBIN ☻

it was was past one am on a sunday night. you and your boyfriend both had work tomorrow. although it felt like that hardest thing ever to get up and out of bed. you looked over at your boyfriend who’s was looking at his phone. you stare at him with his cute circular glasses perching on his nose. “b-babe why are you looking at me like that?”.

you closed your eyes and snuggled closer to him. you leaned up and kissed his jaw making him blush. he turned you over and you lay on his chest. he kissed you face all over making you giggle.

⏤͟͟͞͞☆ HWANG HYUNJIN ⏤͟͟͞͞☆

you haven’t seen your boyfriend all week, due to his recent promotions. you have been texting and calling him as much as possible while he is away, but today, he finally is coming back home. he told you not to come pick him up just in case, so you wait at home with only your anticipation.

2:34

hyunjin: hey sweetheart. about to get on the plane. can’t wait to see you! i love you

y/n: hi jinnie. i’ll see you soon. love you too

5:46

y/n: you off the plane yet, love?

hyunjin: just got off. coming home now!!!!

y/n: yay!!

-

you wait in your apartment for hyunjin to come home until you hear it. the door opening. you see you tall boyfriend with a bright smile. “hi y/n”. you run up to him and jump up into his arms. he wraps his arm around you legs to keep you up. you kiss his face all over, and when you’re done he does the exact same to you. you spent the day in each others arms enjoying each others presence.

ꕤ HAN JISUNG ꕤ

September 14th. your boyfriends jisungs birthday. you planned out everything for his special day. you would let him sleep in. get up early and make him breakfast in bed. let him relax for a few hours before you go and see some friends and family. have a expensive dinner all together. come back home. and do whatever he wants from then on.

you woke up at 7:34, planning on getting up. but then what happened was someone’s arm was around your waist, not letting you from getting out of the bed. guess who’s arm that is? the one person who never wants you to get out of bed if he was the choice. you tried to wiggle out but nope. there was no budging until you heard.

“trying to leave me, baby” he asked you. you could tell there was a smirk on his face by his tone. “i have to go to the restroom”. no you don't “no you don't”. your eyes widened. “i found you list for today in your bag. i. know. everything”. he carried out the “everything” in a sing-songy tone. “ok then here’s my alternative”. you rolled over onto him and sad on his torso. he chuckled “what are you gonna do. kiss me?” “that’s the plan” you kissed him all over his face as he tried to get you to stop. but did it? nope.

☀︎ LEE FELIX ☼

felix decided to surprise you with a cute cat cafe date! you had a nice morning together and made a quick breakfast together just enjoying each others company.

what you didn’t know was that he was planning something. he finally got you to get out the door and to the park.

-

you sit under a large tree in the park, felix laying his head in your lap on the picnic blanket. you were reading a book to him and he was staring into your eyes lovingly and with so admiration.

"and that the end of chapter 11. how'd you like it?" you asked closing the book and putting it down next you his head. "I loved it darling. thanks for reading it" he smiled so brightly it was almost like the sun. you smiled back at him and leaned down and cupped his face with both hands and pecked his face. he definitely teased you the rest of the day.

♡ KIM SEUNGMIN ♡

ahh the late night. what a peaceful time to spend with your best friend, and new boyfriend. a few days ago seungmin confused that he had liked you for a long time now. you gladly returned his feelings.

now you were both laying in bed together, you head on his chest, watching 'nevertheless' together. he wanted to watch the office but he gave you the benefit of the doubt and you ended up watching a kdrama. he was happy enough letting you enjoy your night.

you looked up at him with doe eyes for some random reason that neither of you knew. but sadly he wasn't really paying attention and his eyes were on the tv screen. "wow. you really like this show dont you?" you giggled. he didn't look at you, knowing his face was bright red.

you kissed his jaw to see if he would look at you. but nope. he didn't. "fine be like that". you could feel him chuckle under your head, so what do you do? you leaned up on him and kissed all over his face. "yah! y-y/n! what are you doing?!" you kept doing it until he finally grabbed you face and kept it there so you stopped. you looked at him with a smirk while he glared at you. "stop". you pouted at him. he leaned in and gave you a long, passionate kiss. "I love you".

✧ YANG JEONGIN ✧ (i.n)

the most important meal of the day. breakfast. who’s making it? not you for once! you’re sweet boyfriend jeongin wanted to cook breakfast for you and hes making your favorite. cinnamon roles!!!!! yay!!!

you’re sitting on the counter acting like a child waiting for candy after dinner. you swing your legs back and fourth in anticipation.

“yah! y/n stop banging your legs agains the cabinets. you’ll break them”. you giggled and stoped, knowing he was just nagging out of love.

“jeonginieeeee. are they don’t yet?” you asked trying to look around him. “baby i havnt even started. i was cutting fruits” he told you and turned around coming closer to your sitting figure. “thank you. sorry for being annoying”.

he placed himself in between your legs. “you’re not being annoying. i’m glad you’re exited”. he gave you a smile of reassurance and kissed your noes. then he gave you a peck on your cheek, then your jaw, and finally your lips. “i love you”. “love you too”.

i hope you liked it! i forgot about this for a bit so it’s kinda random. ily!! thanks again!!

-🐥