#i tried to sing along with the song but i kept trying to raise my pitch to match rebecca's and that was Not Working

[nataliasquote]

One shot idea : baby yn and worried mama Nat waking up at every single little noise she makes and her singing her baby back to sleep

I Can’t Help Falling In Love With You

Double the trouble AU

Summary: Natasha lulls her restless daughter to sleep with simply a song

Warnings: none

wc: 704

note: this request was so cute! it’s a lot shorter than my usual oneshots, but I still love it

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Cries echoed from the nursery and both moms shot awake, their blissful 50 minutes of sleep now disrupted. Wanda winced, the sound of her daughter sending panic through her body. But Natasha shook her head and swung her legs out from the warmth of the comforter, urging Wanda to stay in bed. The new mother didn’t need telling twice and she settled back against the covers, watching as Nat pulled on some long pyjama pants to fight off the cold.

The nursery door was open slightly and Natasha pushed it open, wiping the sleep from her eyes as the relentless cries hit her full force. They were coming from Y/n’s crib so she quickly checked on Isla, who was surprisingly fast asleep, her little arms raised above her head.

With a contented hum, Natasha moved back over to the other side of the room and scooped her wailing daughter into her arms, holding her tightly to her chest as she made her way downstairs. For a small baby, she sure was loud.

“Shh malyshka, please,” Natasha pleaded, bouncing her daughter against her chest. “What’s wrong my darling?”

Obviously the six week old in her arms wasn’t about to respond, so Natasha quickly heated up a bottle of milk and brought it up to her wrist to check the temperature, just like the books had told her to.

But Y/n didn’t care when the bottle was brought to her lips, she just turned her head and kept crying, her face bright red and screwed up. Natasha tried a couple more times, rubbing it along her lips almost in desperation. The stone floor of the kitchen was freezing her bare feet but she didn’t notice. Too hung up on trying to be a good mom.

“Ok, if you’re not hungry, did something spook you?” She was thinking aloud as she padded over the soft carpet to the couch, sinking down into the corner and holding Y/n close. “It’s ok, you’re safe, malyshka. Mama’s got you.”

With this new position, Y/n’s head was resting against Natasha’s chest, her warm cheek burning against her mother’s cool skin. Her cries subsided momentarily before they started up again and Natasha bit her lip.

“Is that what you like? Mama’s skin?” Y/n sniffled again and Natasha took that as a yes, pulling the neck of her tank top down just that little bit further so Y/n could nuzzle into her collarbones whilst she still stayed modest.

Natasha thought she’d finally hit the jackpot when Y/n settled down and her cries faded to whimpers. But when was she ever that lucky? Not even ten seconds had gone by before the piercing sound piped up again and a small part of her wanted to cry too.

“Malyshka,” she cooed, stroking the frown lines that had etched themselves on her daughter’s head. “You’re okay sweet girl, you’re okay.” She kept muttering words to her daughter and rocking her gently, stroking her back as they laid on the couch together.

Y/n finally stopped crying as Natasha spoke, and finally it all clicked.

“You like Mama’s voice, don’t you?” It made sense. Natasha’s voice was deep and it resonated in her chest, creating a comforting vibration for a restless baby. Y/n fussed but her eyes fluttered closed, finally content.

Natasha followed suit, unable to keep her eyes open any longer. But even in her sleepy state, she didn’t let her arms relax or Y/n slip. She was too paranoid for that.

A small whine escaped Y/n’s lips moments later and Natasha shot awake, looking down at her daughter with a frown. But she seemed content and Natasha allowed herself to relax against the cushions once more.

She traced her finger down the slope of her daughter’s nose, humming softly. The beginning of a song she’d heard on the radio earlier reverberated in her chest, soothing both mother and baby. She was an incredibly worried mom, the slightest noise or sign of discomfort from either of the twins setting alarm bells ringing in her head. But her babies were fine, they always would be.

“But I can’t help,” she sang softly, “falling in love with you.”

[yanderepuck]

WHOOOA. SMUT AFTER LIKE A MONTH AND A HALF????? You all know why I was quiet. I was having a good time. But now back to our regularly scheduled program.

Perfect timing too bc it's close to Leonardo's birthday, didn't even plan that. You go me.

"Stay there, cara mia," Leonardo lays you down on his bed and pulls the blanket up.

You whine and try kicking the blanket off "I don't wannaaaa," you whine.

"Stay in bed or you're going to get hurt," he pushes you further into the bed. You protest about it but do nothing about it.

You start to giggle after a few seconds of silence. You're drunk. So very drunk. You quickly drank Theo and Arthur under the table. Then you and Dazai thought it would be fun to keep doing shots.

The occasion? The monthly family dinner got a little wild. You kept having a drink without realizing how much you had and when you tried to stand up you nearly toppled over.

So Leonardo picked you up and carried you to his room to keep an eye on you. Not the best room since if you do manage to get out of the bed there is nowhere to walk.

He covers you with the blanket again and pushes your hair out of your face. "Now go to sleep," he kisses you and starts to walk over to his desk.

He turns the light off, replacing it with a lamp on his desk.

"I not tired," you roll around, the room spinning even more.

"You'll fall asleep if you lay there," he starts working on something. You lay there, rolling around in his bed whining. You completely forgot about the concept of being able to get off the bed.

You fiddle with your fingers, you can barely even feel it and you giggle to yourself.

"Leonardo," you have a sing song tone to your voice.

"Yes, cara mia?" He doesn't know what to expect to come out of your mouth. You've been saying gibberish.

You giggle again. "I'm horny. Come here," you don't even bother looking in his direction. For all you know you are. You can't tell which way is which.

He sighs. "No. You're drunk."

"Come ooooon. I'm horny."

"I'm not having sex with you while you're this drunk."

"It'sss fiiine. You're my boyfriend."

"I'm not doing that, cara mia."

You huff and move around in the bed some more. You're quiet for a little bit making Leonardo think you finally fell asleep.

"Do you think skunks feel bad?"

"Wha-" he looks over at you, a very confused look on his face.

"Do they have anxiety? I have anxiety. I'd like to hold a skunk."

"I believe they get nervous easily. That is why they can-"

He doesn't even get to finish before you're onto your next thing.

"I also want to hold aaaaaaa," it's like you forgot the word and just drag your last one along.

Leonardo raises an eyebrow. "Cara mia?"

"Aaaaa SEAL. Baby seal. So cute. So fluffy. I want to be fluffy. I want to be pet."

"Please go to sleep," he turns back to his desk, officially knowing that it's going to be a long night. You don't stop talking gibberish, but you're talking to yourself for the most part.

"Hey! You're a vampire!" You say it as if you just came to the realization.

"Yes, cara mia. I am," he sounds exhausted.

"Why can't you turn into a bat? That's laaame."

Leonardo sets his things down and rubs his face with his hands, letting out a loud groan.

He turns to look at you, and for once you are actually facing his direction.

"If I fuck you, will you stop talking?"

You gasp excitedly. "Yes!"

You immediately fumble to get your clothes off. Leonardo comes over to the bed, getting his shirt off along the way.

You don't even feel him get in the bed, but you do feel him roll you onto your back.

"You're going to have to get me hard first."

"Take that cock out and put it between my tits."

You smirk up at him, a lot more straightforward then when you're sober.

"Well if you're going to say it with that much confidence," he gets fully undressed before half sitting, half hovering over your body. Putting his cock in place you then squeeze either side of your boobs, trapping his cock in the middle.

You move your boobs, essentially rubbing them against his cock. After a few times you feel him getting harder. Making eye contact with him, you lick his tip.

Hearing a moan come from him encourages you to start sucking. You squeeze your boobs tighter against him, wanting to feel how hard he's gotten.

You lick up the precum coming from his cock and finally let your boobs go. "Now fuck meee," you whine, so desperate.

It also reminds him how drunk you are. Leonardo gets off of you and gets your pants and underwear off. You quickly spread your legs for him.

"Come ooon. Fuck me hard, daddy," you whine, already rocking your hips.

"Stay still," he holds your hips, and just his touch gets you to moan. He gets between your legs and his cock slides in with no resistance, getting you both to moan. He wasn't expecting you to be so slick.

He buries himself all the way in you, holding your hips to keep you still.

"Ungh.. ahh... daddy... Fuck mee," you try moving your hips. "Fuck me hard, please!" You're already begging.

"Just let me feel you for a moment," his cock twitches and you moan. Every little movement gets a noise from you.

He spreads your legs a little more before finally thrusting into you. Your moans started off loud.

The rougher he pounded into you the more the room spun, but something about that made it feel even better.

You just wanted it harder and harder but Leonardo was still worried about hurting you.

"Ahh! M-more!"

"You have all of my cock already."

"M-more!" You moaned, arching your back.

After thinking for a moment he realized what you meant. He lets your hips go and grabs your tits, squeezing them. Your moans managed to get even louder.

Your hands are dug into the sheets, twisting and pulling at them. Leonardo leans down and kisses you roughly. You tried to kiss back but it was way too sloppy.

He frees one of his hands, grabbing your jaw to keep your head still to kiss you more all you could do was moan in his mouth as his fingers pressed against your cheeks.

As his thrusts got rougher, his tongue slid into your mouth. He could still taste the alcohol on your tongue. His other hand held onto your shoulder, helping him be able to get faster.

Your moans were starting to turn into screams. This is exactly what you wanted though. He let go of your jaw and without thinking you grab his wrist and move his hand to your neck.

He didn't think twice to hold your neck, squeezing the sides. You gasp and your body starts squirming from the overstimulation. You feel so close.

You buck your hips up then quickly dig your nails into his arm. His cock is now hitting a new spot and it's just what you need.

"J-just like- ahh!" Your voice was so airy, you had to force the words out. You shut your eyes tightly and kept your hips in that position.

Leonardo managed to push a little deeper in you and started to thrust even harder, at this point thinking of his own pleasure.

Your nails dig in more and you yell as you cum, simply making your hole even more slick, making it even easier for him to pound into you.

Feeling you tighten, he lets go of your neck, grabbing your other shoulder, holding you in place. Your toes curl and you squirm even more.

Finally after a few more moments he thrust himself deep into you, letting his cum spill out. He moans loudly, and slowly loosens his grip on you.

He sits up once you let go of his arm, you lay there motionless, your chest heaving.

"Better?" He slides out, giving you a smirk.

"Mmm, that felt sooo gooood," you practically purr.

"Good. Now that means you can sleep," he helps you get your pants back on. He only buttons two of the buttons on your shirt, not worried about the rest.

As you get comfortable again he gets his own pants on. He covers you with the blanket.

"I'll come lay with you in a moment. Go to sleep."

You hum softly, content now, even if the room is still spinning and you still feel fuzzy.

Leonardo goes back over to his desk to quickly finish what he was on and to clean up.

You're laying in bed, quiet, by the sound of your breathing it sounds like you are already asleep.

"Leonardooo."

He jumps a little. "Yes, cara mia?"

"Is the Earth alive? Like does it feel things when we dig into it? Or what about fire?"

"Cara mia.."

"Does it hurt? Can it feel-"

"Didn't you agree to stay quiet?" he groans and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Did Adam and Eve have belly buttons?"

Leonardo just groans as you continue talking nonsense

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[wanderinginksplot]

Clone Trooper Rambles

Part writing exercise, part diary, part daydream. Rambles are an idea of how life would be with clone troopers around. In these Rambles, clone troopers are unseen and unheard by other people, but they're always willing to share their opinions on my life and choices.

Warnings: This Ramble references a throat surgery I had a while ago. This is not current (Rambles rarely are), but it contains themes of frustration, recovery, and worry about future abilities. Please read with caution!

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Ukulele

“Your voice sounds better,” Kix told me. 

He had been observing my recovery with interest, noting each benchmark no matter how small it was. It could very well have been irritating, but I appreciated it. Otherwise, I was worried I would slip into frustrated self-pity about the slow pace everything was taking.

“Thanks!” I thought about it for a moment. “It has been almost two months since the surgery, though.”

“They said up to six months until you can expect full use of your vocal cords,” Rex reminded. He had insisted on going to every post-operation appointment with me. By this point, he probably knew more about my recovery than I did.

“Yeah,” I agreed with a sigh. “I hope I last that long.”

I had managed to regain most of the tones I used to speak. As long as I didn’t try to do anything too dramatic with my voice, or speak too long or too loudly, I sounded almost normal. It was certainly better than the first few weeks after the operation. When I could first bring myself to speak, I sounded like Izzy Hands from Our Flag Means Death. 

“Why wouldn’t you last?” Waxer asked.

“It sounds stupid…” I hedged, only to be met with three steady stares. “I miss singing.”

“Have you… tried to sing?” It took a while for Kix to ask the question, but he seemed eager to hear the answer. Times like these, I was reminded how similar medical professionals and scientists were in their attitudes about unknown situations or variables.

I brought my mind back to the question. “Uh… No, actually. I just figured it wouldn’t work and I didn’t want to risk hurting something.”

“Now that you’re talking better, I think you should sing,” Waxer suggested. “Don’t try to scream something or belt out an opera, but give it a shot. What’s the worst that could happen?”

The answer to that, of course, was that I would mess something up in my vocal cords and lose not only the ability to sing, but the ability to speak as well. Something told me that a worst-case method of thinking wouldn’t go over well in this particular crowd, so I just nodded. “I’ll probably try it on the way home.”

I did, in fact, end up singing on the way home. ‘Singing’ probably isn’t the right description, though. I tried to croak out the songs I loved and could always sing, but it wasn’t happening. No matter what note I was trying to sing, it would end up as one of the five notes I was able to speak in. Even trying to raise my voice to a notably high pitch only ended with a slight difference in tone.

It was odd. It hadn’t bothered me too badly that I couldn’t sing when it was background knowledge, but having it proven made me frustrated beyond reason. 

After a thankfully short journey home, I took a shower and played a podcast instead of music. There was no use in listening to music if I couldn’t sing along. Even after I had showered and eaten a snack - my typical mood-lightening routine - I still felt irritated and on edge.

When I stood and started for my room, the troopers looked concerned. "Everything okay?" 

I nodded with a slight, reassuring smile and kept walking. When I had sat comfortably on my bed, I pulled a small, light case onto the surface of my comforter. It unzipped easily and I took the slight weight of the ukulele into my hands.

It had been an impulse purchase from years before, a treat for restraining myself from buying an antique accordion at a flea market in my hometown. I had never intended to keep it so long, but the bright orange paint made me happy, as did the cheerful zing of the nylon strings.

Tuning it took only a moment. The correct notes were ingrained in my head after so long. Along with those notes were a few particular patterns for them. It was as easy as breathing to slip into the opening notes of the Beatles's Let It Be. 

The chords rose and fell under my fingers as I played the familiar melody. It was my favorite song to play when I needed a little thinking space, and my knowledge of the actual song had long faded into a vague idea of refrain and chorus.

I played and thought about my surgery and my fear, my voice and my frustration… about everything and nothing. When the suffocating worry in my chest had moved far enough away that I could pick through the tangle, I began to do just that but stopped after only a moment. 

I could play. I could breathe. I could live. That was enough for today. I would handle the rest of it when I decided it was important. That might never happen. That was fine.

With a sense of peace cooling my blood, I began to whistle along with the song plucked out with the tips of my fingers. Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

When I let the last bright notes fade away, I smiled at Rex. He had sat on my bed at some point, but I couldn't track exactly when. 

"Thought you didn't like that song?" he asked, voice low and careful. It seemed like he was worried he would break the calm spell if he spoke too loudly.

"I don't. Not to listen to, anyway. I think it's sad and wistful, and that isn't the kind of song I like to listen to." I began to pack away the small instrument as I spoke, glancing at Rex. "But on the ukulele? It's… I don't know how to describe it, but it's like the difference between a slow, mournful fade and the fond remembrance of a favorite time."

The crease between his brows didn't disappear. "And it makes you feel better?" 

I took a deep breath, feeling far lighter than I had when I started to play. "Yeah, it does."

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Author's Note - Like I said, this isn't a current situation, but it is very much real. For anyone who may be struggling with recovery of any kind right now, I wish you all the best! Please know that I'm rooting for you!

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[shadowofroses]

Jujutsu Story idea/excerpt

Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: None/possible reader x Gojo Satoru

Warnings: AFAB reader, Reader is a Jujutsu Sorcerer, Tarot. Future telling, possible spoilers. (No clue if I'm continuing)

Song Used: Play Dirty by Kevin McAllister

Story idea/excerpt:

You sighed relaxing in your own private oasis. Wearing a bikini while laying on a towel soaking up the sun. It was in your own domain, not one person to complain about you being an eyesore. Not that you ever let it get to you. Curvaceous, your looks weren’t too terrible you would call yourself at least cute. 

Your eyeglasses laying off to the side, while your smart phone played music. Lightly singing along. 

A shadow soon casted over your body, you could only tell when you felt your body cool down a couple of degrees causing you to frown. You had a feeling you knew exactly who was standing blocking out your fantasy sun. “You should probably run for your life, You should probably cover your eyes, You should start rehearsing your lies, 'Cause this can only end one way.~” You sung out while you moved to sit up and you open your eyes. Your eyes raised up and locked onto Gorgeous blue, and a pleased look on white haired man’s face. His blindfold pulled down over his neck. “Satoru, what do I owe the pleasure of you barging into my Domain?” 

With a whistle, his face stretched into a grin. “I was unaware that we were allowed Vacations.”

You sighed, “Says the man who can go anywhere in the world that he wants at the snap of his fingers.”

“Even more interesting since It’s against regulations to randomly pop up a Domain for personal use.” Satoru sung out causing you to snort. 

“Since when do you play by the Rules?” You flashed a smile up at him. You went to dismiss your domain, however he held a hand up. 

“Privacy is nice.”

You reached for your bag, pulling out a tarot deck as your phone kept playing.  If you wanna live, gonna have to kill, If you wanna win, blood is gonna spill, If you wanna play, we can play all day, But we play, play dirty, play dirty~

Your tilted your head as your phone stopped playing at those lyrics. “My interpretation, and not literal correct?” 

“Your interpretations are usually better and much more fun!”

Halloween was soon around the corner. Using your cursed energy from within you, you intuitively picked out cards. You frowned again glancing down at the cards, “Does this have to do with the young Vessel?”

“Yeeees and no. I’m concerned all together, as the higher ups already tried to kill him once”

You lightly growled, “The fucking fools.” you shook your head lightly, “These indicate a pure soul, a body over flowing with power and potential. Generally I would think you for this, however the Devil is paired with this along with the Hanged Man. Making me think more on Sukuna’s Vessel. Naturally trying to twist Young Itadori’s views to see from a different perspective. However it’s not just Sukuna at play…” Your hands roamed over the cards as Satoru watched you get a stronger feel over the cards. 

Do you wanna put up a fight? Or do you wanna get out alive? Everybody is picking a side, and this can only end one way…

Satoru blinked down at your phone. “Sounds like you need a new phone.”

You shook your head, “Sometimes my cursed energy affects electronics. But it’s interesting with the lyrics, they are playing out of order... Death, Tower, Magician, Five of swords. Something huge is going to happen that might cost lives…”

Would you get the Devil this dance? Would you be a part of his plans? If you wanna play, we can play all day, But we play, play dirty, play dirty. 

You merely looked up at him with a serious look, “Whatever you are planning, be very careful as you are playing not only on the knifes edge. But with lives as well.”

Satoru’s face was flat, “I’m seriously not planning anything, I just had a bad feeling something is coming.”

Finally, you stood up and dismissed your domain. “Just let me know when and where you need me old friend.”

Satoru scoffed, “Old I’m only 29…”

You rolled your eyes smirking slightly, “28, you have a couple more months till your birthday Boyo.”

His eyes seemed to sparkle, “Oh? Planning on something for me?” 

“We’ll see. Lets see about surviving whatever is about to go down first.

[nashvillehq]

name: Emilia Madden gender & pronouns: Cis Woman | She/Her age & date of birth: 30 years old | December 27th, 1993 neighborhood: Berry Hill time living in nashville: 30 years (whole life/native) occupation: Social Media Manager

BACKGROUND.

Emilia Madden isn’t one to dwell on the past,, so the topic of her biological parents isn’t really something she stays up at night thinking about. Adopted by the Madden family at the age of 1, after difficulties getting pregnant with their second child, they were straightforward with her about it from the beginning. Explaining that they tried talking about an open adoption with her biological parents, but they weren’t interested in being part of their child’s life. If they weren’t going to search for her, Emilia wasn’t going to search for them. Anyways, she liked her life. Raised in a nice home, in a nice neighborhood, she had a big brother that she got along with and two parents who supported all her interests. 

  Growing up, whenever one of her friends started a new activity, Emilia quickly followed. Soccer, softball, dance classes, gymnastics. She tried everything once, but nothing kept her focus. Until she joined choir in middle school. Suddenly, it felt like she found her calling. Except there was one issue. Emilia couldn’t sing worth a damn. Never stopped her from trying though. She sang in the car until people begged her to stop, she’d, without fail, audition for every school musical this year is my year I can feel it! And when she wasn’t cast, she’d sign up for the behind the scenes jobs. 

  She was a sophomore in high school when she was given the title of Marketing Director of the drama club so she would stop auditioning. Once again, Emilia’s calling fell right into her lap. She was organized - almost to a fault - and mix that with her creativity and drive, Emilia finally found a way to stay around the industry she loved with her particular skill set. Pretty soon she was running fundraisers for the school music department and even helping with some of the sporting events. She became a powerhouse and when she graduated college, she turned all that experience and a marketing degree into a social media management career. 

  Starting as an assistant for a big record label, Emilia climbed the ranks quickly, and after a few years, she was running accounts and creating social media personas for up and coming artists. Every day she was able to surround herself with music and be in the middle of all the excitement. It was her dream. She was so good at what she does, Emilia was invited on tour for one of her clients. It was the most exciting time of her life, following a big name on tour, taking photos both on stage and off, interviewing the rest of the crew for social media content. It was there, that the inevitable happened.

  Emilia is a hopeless romantic. Her bookshelves are full of romance novels, any bad day she had could be solved with a Nora Ephron film. When she fell in love, she fell in love hard. Which meant she was very familiar with heartbreak. But ever the optimist, she always told herself that next time would be different. 

  Which is what she told herself on tour, when she met the head of security, Nathan. Nathan was older. Almost ten years older. But when they weren't working, he was fun to hang out with. Pretty quickly, you couldn’t find one without the other, constantly hanging out, heading to bars on nights off. It didn’t take long for the relationship to turn romantic. And like usual, Emilia fell in love hard. Maybe this time would be different. 

  It wouldn’t. As tour came to an end, Nate promised to call her, to come see her, but after a few weeks of unanswered messages it’s become pretty clear that this time wasn’t different. So Emilia did what she does best. Throw herself into her work and fill silences with cheesy love songs. She’d bounce back, she always does. 

[eddiescorrodedcoffin86]

Home Sweet Home

Part 1: Ballistic

Part 6: Fight For Of Your Life

Masterlist

Vecna can sense you all getting closer, he decides to do something about it. For the sake of the series now is when Nancy and Robin are trying to interview Victor Creel.

Cheerleader!Harrington!Reader

Vecna. The Upside Down. Eddie being upset. We get goofy happy Eddie though. Briefly. In the beginning. For the sake of plot and then it’s pretty much just leading up to Vecna and then Vecna. If you guys don’t go listen to this damn SONG (the link to it is embedded in the title).

“What?!” Eddie shouted, looking up from his guitar with a mortified expression on his face. You’d just told him you didn’t recognize the song he was playing. “Home Sweet Home. Mötley crüe.” He raised his eyebrows, looking at you expectantly, watching in horror as you continued to shake your head. “Oh my-“ he shook his head and went over to his stereo, searching through his tapes before grabbing the right tape and putting it in, pressing play and jumping on his bed on his knees, playing air piano along with the song before holding his hand out to you as he started to sing along with Vincent.

“You know I'm a dreamer But my heart's of gold I had to run away high So I wouldn't come home low.” You couldn’t help smile as he sang, a blush tinting your cheeks, he had a surprisingly good voice, even if he was being dramatic.

“Just when things went right It doesn't mean they were always wrong Just take this song and you'll never feel left all alone Take me to your heart Feel me in your bones Just one more night And I'm coming off this long and winding road.” He grabbed your shoulders tight, but not enough to bruise, his throat doing the same thing as Vincent’s as he shook you around before letting go of you as you laughed, jumping off his bed and starting to play air guitar.

“I'm on my way I'm on my way Home sweet home Tonight, tonight I'm on my way I'm on my way Home sweet home.” As he sang he lowered to his knees before walking over to you, stretching his arms out to you as he walked towards you on his knees.

“You know that I've seen Too many romantic dreams,” he reached out, taking your hands in his gently as he sang. “Up in lights,” he suddenly stood, dropping your hands and grabbing your shoulders again, shaking you with the gravelyness of the word ‘lights’, leaning over you a bit as you laughed. “falling off the silver screen My heart's like an open book For the whole world to read Sometime nothing keeps me together at the seams.” He climbed onto the bed over you slowly as he sang, laying you back onto the bed before connecting your lips as the chorus started over. "I think this might be my new favorite song.” You whispered as you giggled, Eddie grinning widely. “Yeah? He whispered softly.” You smiled and nodded, his grin only widening before he started attacking your neck with kisses.

Your giggles echoed through your head as you tried to help them find the gate, following Dustin’s compass with Eddie’s hand gripped tightly in yours, making sure you didn’t trip on any rocks or anything like that. Which you were grateful for, because you almost did more than once. It was hard to hear much, with the countless of things you kept thinking about, mostly the last few days, the few days you’ve had with Eddie. His voice, the way his arms felt around you, the way his lips felt against yours, how soft his hair was, how good he was at guitar, how good of a singer he was.

As you looked at him, tears threatened to fill your eyes. He was so handsome, even now, stressed and scared for everyone around, he was absolutely gorgeous, and as soon as the thought passed through your head you felt guilty and you were looking away, focusing on the conversation at hand.

“I just.. dont think taking her into Vecna’s layer is the best of ideas. You know. Considering.” Steve was talking mostly to Max and Lucas, motioning back to you wildly. “I can hear you, Steve.” You scoffed lightly. “Steve... you know if she wants to do something bad enough she’ll do it, no matter what you or anyone else says.” Max shook her head. “Especially you.” She patted his arm.

“Look, Steve, I know you’re like.. jealous, or whatever.” Dustin sighed heavily. “But no one is trying to replace you, man.” Steve started to sputter at the accusation. “pssh! tsch! hah! Jealous? I don’t get jealous!”

“Oh, right.” Everyone, Eddie excluded, responded. “I don’t!” “Whatever helps you sleep at night, Stevie.” You laughed softly. “You know, we still haven’t had our discussion yet.” He pointed at you as you rolled your eyes. “Yes, yes. Don’t sneak boys in. How dare you sneak a boy in? Eddie Munson? I get it.” You grumbled softly, sticking your tongue out at him as he squinted and turned away from you.

“I’m just saying, maybe being so close to the gate isn’t smart for someone who’s literally under his curse.” Steve sighed heavily and shook his head a little. “Well he’s gonna get me either way, Steve! So, really, does it matter?” You clenched your jaw tightly, everyone walking in silence after that.

It was getting dark, and just as the compass started to spin around rapidly, notifying that you were reaching the gate, it stopped completely and Dustin frowned, starting to smack it. “What the..”

You heard that chime again, louder this time, and instead of the clock being off in the distance, it was right behind Dustin, and then, everything around you glitched and you were alone, in the Upside Down.

You looked around frantically, stepping away from the spot you were just standing in. “No...” You mumbled softly. “Eddie?! Steve?!” you shouted, looking around, maybe you were just crazy. “Guys?! Dustin! Max! Lucas!” You walked around a bolder but didnt see anyone, tears filling your eyes as you tried to control your breathing. “EDDIE?!”

“Y/N...” A gravelly voice growled somewhere in the woods. You spun around to try and locate it, shaking your head a little. “No.” You said firmly before running around the bolder and starting to run through the woods, weaving through the trees rather than running down the path.

“You can’t hide from me here, Y/N.” The voice echoed, you looked behind you, not seeing anything, but when you looked forward, you werent in the woods anymore.

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Eddie had noticed your hand twitching in his grasp, and he looked at you, reaching around to wrap his arm around you, thinking you were cold, before he saw your eyes, bright blue and rolling back in your skull. “Y/N?” He stepped in front of you and grabbed your shoulders tightly. “No... guys!” He looked back at them quickly. “Guys!” They stopped their arguing at his shout and looked over, eyes widening as they rushed over, surrounding you and trying to shake you awake. “Nancy and Robin! get Nancy and Robin!” Steve shouted, shoving Dustin.

Dustin ran over to his backpack and got the walkie out, calling Nancy and Robin frantically, repeating “code red” over and over.

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You walked around what looked like the remnants of a house, floating around was that damn grandfather clock, and what looked like a door as you walked up a few steps, swallowing thickly.

“Have you asked yourself why, yet?” You spun around quickly and stumbled back as Vecna stepped towards you, breathing heavily. “I’ve noticed it’s the first thing they asked.” He motioned to Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick. Your eyes widened and your breathing picked up as you looked at them, your eyes settling on Chrissy, a small sob ripping through your throat before you looked at him again, tears flooding your vision. Your lips quivered as you blinked and formed your mouth to ask why, but he interrupted you. “Because I can.” He said, walking around you, as he stood behind you you spun around and faced him again, walking backwards. “I don’t... I don’t understand.” You whimpered softly.

Vecna tilted his head a little. “With me... there’ll be no loneliness, no being ignored.” He stepped close to you. “We will be one.” He explained. “You will be just as important as Chrissy.. or Fred... or Patrick.” When he started to walk towards you again you turned around and started running. Unfortunately, one of those damn vines grabbed your leg and pulled you back. “Shit! Fuck!” You tried to grab onto the ground before you were pulled back against a pillar, your head slamming back against it as you cried out, a vine wrapped around your ankles, and then your neck, before two grabbed and pulled your arms back, ripping a choked cry from your throat. Vecna smirked, his head tilting as he walked towards you slowly, his eyes running over your pinned form, his dark chuckle almost echoing as you tried to wiggle free.

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Dustin screamed into the walkie for almost five minutes before Robin’s voice crackled over, asking what was going on. Dustin explained what was happening, glancing back at you and the others.

Steve had a firm grip on your shoulders while Eddie was frantically clapping his hands near your face, Max and Lucas freaking out close by. “Y/N! Hey! Come on, man, wake up!” Steve shouted, if you were conscious you would’ve complained about the pain in your neck.

“Uh-uh-uh C-Creel said something about hearing a song.. Nancy and I were thinking.. try playing her favorite song. I know it sounds weird but give it a try.” Dustin immediately ran over and grabbed your back off your shoulder roughly. “What’s her favorite song?” He asked Steve.

Steve opened and closed his mouth, looking at Dustin and then back to you. “What?! What, why?!” He asked, hands gripping your shoulders still.

“Because Robin said that if you- it’s too much to explain right now, what’s her favorite song?!” Dustin shouted. “I-I-I don’t know! It’s different like every week!” Steve responded.

Eddie immediately started to look frantically through your tapes. “This one! This one!” He shouted, taking it out of the case and giving it to Dustin, putting the headphones over your ears as Dustin put the tape in and hit play.

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Your eyes were glued to Vecna as you taunted, his stare harsh and the roots around you only tightening with every vile word you spat to him. If you were gonna die this way, he was gonna get an earful. You’re not-“ you gasped for breath. “You’re not even here.” You grunted as the roots tightened. “Y-you’re attacking me in my head…” you gasped, coughing. “You don’t even have the..” you grunted. “The b..balls to do it in the open. C…can’t give anyone a fighting chance.”

You know I'm a dreamer

But my heart's of gold

I had to run away high

So I wouldn't come home low

Vecna tilted his head. “Oh I promise you, Y/N. I. Am. Real.” He lifted his hand and hovered it over your face as a hole opened up behind him. Your eyes shot over as his head turned toward the forming hole and you started to breathe heavily, Home Sweet Home echoing around you, as well as very distant screams of your name, Eddie was trying to hold you down, until your body levitated out of his hands, his fingertips grasping at your shoes.

Just when things went right

It doesn't mean they were always wrong

Just take this song and you'll never feel left all alone

Take me to your heart

Feel me in your bones

Just one more night

And I'm coming off this long and winding road

You closed your eyes tightly, breathing heavily as you looked back at the hole, trying to force yourself back into your body. “They can’t help you, Y/N.” Vecna turned his head to you. “There’s a reason you waited so long to tell them.”

“You want to be here.” Vecna tilted his head. “You. Belong.. here. With me. With us.” His head turned towards Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick’s bodies as you shook your head frantically. “No I don’t.” You mumbled softly.

“Yes. You do.” Vecna looked at you again. “No more being ignored.” He squinted at you as you scoffed. “No more anything.” You corrected. “Right? Cause I’ll be gone. Dead.” You clenched your jaw, the tears still streaming though you were pretty sure by now it was from anger, stress, not because you were scared, you knew this was coming, that eventually you’d be face to face with him, and although the sight of him made your stomach churn in unimaginable ways that you couldn’t even fathom a word for… all you felt.. was pure anger and disdain, your eyes falling briefly to Chrissy’s body, your fists curling before you looked at him again.

“Not gone. Up here.” Vecna pointed to his temple. “Join me, Y/N. Join us.” He whispered as your eyes squeezed shut, the roots tightening around your throat as if he shared your disdain. “Bring purpose to your life. For once.”

As your head started to lean back images started flashing through your mind: Steve’s stupid knock, how annoyingly overprotective he was, the time he broke Jason’s nose when he found out he’d tried to touch you inappropriately; Dustin’s excited toothless grin, the way he rambled about D&D, even if you didn’t understand any of it, he’d explain it so you could understand what he meant; going shopping with Max, celebrating Lucas’ win with the two of them; and finally… Eddie: Eddie’s smile, his laugh, the way his hands felt on you, and then him stopping mid make-out to belt song lyrics.

I'm on my way

I'm on my way

Home sweet home

Tonight, tonight I'm on my way

I'm on my way

Home sweet home

Your eyes shot open and you looked at the hole before back at Vecna. “My life… has… purpose.” You grunted, face turning red as your airway was cut off. You managed to bite down into of the roots surrounding you, DISGUSTING by the way, and get your legs free, as he howled from the root being bitten you kicked him back with both feet and started running for the hole, glancing back at him as he caught his balance, glaring at you as his fist slowly curled.

You know that I've seen

Too many romantic dreams

Up in lights, falling off the silver screen

My heart's like an open book

For the whole world to read

Sometime nothing keeps me together at the seams

You looked towards the sky as debris started to fall, widening your eyes and running faster, having to run a little zigzag to avoid the debris falling around you as you watched the hole get closer, the thud of the debris falling causing you to slip and fall in the… whatever the hell was all over the ground, you didn’t wanna think about it. You ran on your hands and knees before getting stable on your feet and running faster, tears running down your face as you reached the hole, reaching out as if that would get you there sooner.

I'm on my way

I'm on my way

Home sweet home

Tonight, tonight I'm on my way

Just set me free

Home sweet home

Home sweet home

Home sweet home

Home sweet home

Your eyes shot open and you fell to the ground with a loud gasp, immediately falling into someone’s arms, one breath in told you it was Eddie. Frantic screams fell from your mouth as you grabbed onto Eddie tightly, turning into him as you trembled. “It’s okay. I got you.” Eddie’s voice was barely audible over the music, but it still rang through your head like a bell. “You’re safe.”

I'm on my way

I'm on my way

Home sweet home

Yeah, I'm on my way

Just set me free

Home sweet home

You’re safe

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Far From Home|Carl Grimes|

I sighed and looked ahead at the small gas station. My feet felt like they were gonna fall off by the amount of walking we had to do. Unfortunately we ran out of places to go for scavenging so we had to go way out of our way to get food from other places.

“You okay?” Carl’s voice interrupted my train of thought making me jump.

“Holy shit” I said gripping my gun out of instinct.

“Calm down it’s just me” He chuckled walking in front of me.

“I can see that” I replied starting to walk to the building.

“Hey wait up” He jogged next to me. “You can’t go in all by yourself”

“I survived perfectly fine before I met you”

“I know your capable I just care that’s all”

“I know” I gently flicked his hat smiling.

We made it to the entrance I gently knocked on the door pulling out my knife. We waited a minute as a couple walkers came to the entrance of the door. I nodded to Carl and we opened the doors letting the two walkers come out the door. We both stabbed one letting their bodies fall to the floor.

“Coast is clear” I said walking into the store carefully Carl following behind. “I cant believe your dad let us go by ourselves”

“It took some convincing” Carl shrugged.

“How?” I asked raising my eyebrow.

“That’s a secret” He grinned as we walked further in the store.

I rolled my eyes and took off my backpack holding it in my hand walking to a random shelf. I saw a few packs off candy and grinned.

“Guess what I found~” I said in a sing song voice.

“What?” Carl said peeping his head from the corner.

“Candy!” I smiled shaking the bags. “I think I win best find of the month”

“Nope that is not correct, I found a comic book last time I went out to collect stuff”

“That was about two and a half months ago actually” I said putting the candy in my bag.

“You keep count?” He said sounding concerned.

“I have nothing better to do” I said shrugging.

“Whatever it was still a good find but I actually just found water which is more important than candy” He said holding up some water bottles.

“Well you just happen to be in that aisle” I huffed moving farther into the store. “Plus we are supposed to be looking for edible things as well so it counts-“

“Yeah yeah” He said zipping up his backpack hoisting it around his shoulder turning the corner. “What’s wrong?”

“Carl we have to go”

“We can’t just leave with just candy and water we need more food”

“No Carl I have a bad feeling plus I found some granola bars so we should be fine so let’s go please” I begged grabbing his hand.

“I-fine, but we have to keep going and find some other place”

“That’s fine come on” I said dragging him out of the store.

Carl quickly followed confusion written on his face. When I stopped right in front of the doors.

“Are you-“

“Do you hear that?” I whispered.

“Hear what?”

“Shhh” I hushed him as small groaning could be heard coming closer.

“Shit” Carl said, it was his turn to drag me out the store. We looked over the road and saw Walkers, a lot of them shuffling closer and closer. “There’s too many to hide from”

“That’s the way we have to go back” I faltered.

“It’s gonna be okay we just have to get out of here” He said continuing to drag me along while running forward not looking back.

I frowned and ran a little faster to catch up to his speed. He had a tight grip on my hand as we ran further away from Alexandria. My legs hurt and I wanted to cry but I just paid attention to the road ahead. We kept running till we made it to a urban neighborhood and ran on a porch. Carl ran and tried to open the door only to get knocked down. If I wasn’t about to die I would’ve laughed.

“Let’s try it together” I said hurriedly the Walkers not giving up.

“Alright, one”

“Two” I got my weapon ready.

“Three!”

We both rammed ourselves into the door falling flat on our faces when the door did open. I groaned and forced myself to get up. Carl got up and ran to get something to block the door. I got up and helped him move a couch to the door.

“Quick cover the windows” I said closing the curtains as the foot steps could be heard from outside.

“Already started it” Carl replied.

“I’ll check the back for windows” I said walking deeper in the house.

“Be careful I’ll keep a look out”

“Got it” I saw a big glass door and blocked it off with the dining room table. I turned around and was faced with a tall male walker. I screamed and shot off the gun on accident instead of using my knife. Carl ran into the back and saw the dead Walker and my panicked face.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry” I repeated as the gunshot alerted the monsters outside where we were. The door was being pushed and the couch wasn’t going to hold it for long.

“It’s okay it’s okay, we can his up the attic” Carl said trying to keep calm dragging me to where the attic door is. Carl grabbed the string and pulled down the door with the foldable steps. The sounds of the couch screeching on the hardwood floor and the front door being slammed was the only thing on my mind. “Let’s go before we get killed, feel regret when we are safe”

I nodded and we both climbed up the steps just as the door slammed open. Carl quickly closed the ceiling door laying on his back. We were far from home and trapped.

“Calm down” Carl said grabbing me by my shoulders trying to make eye contact with me. “Listen we will get out of here”

“But we are dead Carl there is no way we can survive this we have no idea where the hell we are!” I sniffled a little tears running down my face from fear and guilt. “I’m sorry”

“We’ll figure this out together and get back home” Carl held my hand squeezing it. “We have that candy you grabbed and I’m sure there is something fun to do up here in one of these boxes”

“Carl your not taking this serious! They are gonna think we are dead!”

“There isn’t any point in sitting in guilt when there is nothing we can do to leave, plus it’s not your fault. It was a accident, a shitty one I’ll admit but there’s nothing we can do now but hope they leave soon”Carl let go of my hand and walked to the small window. “Plus at least I get to be trapped with you then someone else”

“Like who?” I asked a faint smile on my face as I walked next to him.

“Like Eugene, god he would be so boring to be stuck with” Carl chuckled. “Just think of it as a break, we’ve been through harsher times this is nothing.

“Your crazy Carl” I said sitting down as the sun set.

“Why is that?” He replied sitting next to me as I leaned my head on his shoulder.

“Because it’s such a bizarre comparison, a break from people when the dead is under our feet.”

“I meant alone time without anyone to bother, especially my dad” Carl said taking his hat off sighing. “We’ll be fine like we promised when we first met”

“Yeah, we will” I said closing my eyes. “I love you Carl”

“I love you too” Carl smiled kissing my head reaching into my bag to grab the pack of skittles.

“You better save some for me” I mumbled and he chuckled opening it.

“I wont eat it all I promise”

“Good” I grinned

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Well I’m not that proud of this one shot but it’s my first Carl one so I tried. I hope you liked it and remember you are perfect and worth it the way you are!

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Code Star

Summary: a code word you and Bucky share is used; but it’s not in a good way.

Warning: panic attack, ripping out hair, addiction(little bit)

Words: 2030

Masterlist!

"Agent. Agent. Copy agent?" Friday spoke through the speakers in your room, it was louder than normal and also in the middle of the night which was the reason you woke up with a gasp.

"C-copy," you spat out, you typically sleep with your mouth open, so it gets dry when you first wake.

"Mr. Barns is calling you, he says it's 'code star'." Your stomach dropped, from all the adrenaline from waking up with a scare and the code, you sprinted down the hall way.

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It was late and you were in the kitchen, you were trying to separate from your sleeping pills because during your last mission you couldn't sleep because you forgot them, you were addicted to them. So you needed to take a step back, learn to fall asleep on your own.

After asking around there was a tea Wanda recommended, it was lavender tea and she said it's the best with honey. You were currently steeping your bag and had honey beside you.

You took the soggy bag out and turned to the compost bin, after dropping it in and turned around you almost slipped because Bucky was right there.

Standing frozen. Dead face. Staring at you.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" You yelled, not caring if it woke someone up, "what's wrong with you?" You realized you clutched at your heart through your sweater.

He was on the other side of the island, but he seemed to be leaning over a bit, he looked down at your steaming mug and then back at you.

"I- I was going to say hi and then I liked the smell of your tea and then when you turned I looked up at you, I-I didn't mean to freak you out, that must have been really scary, sorry." He looked down into the cup again. "What is it?" He finally asked.

You let your guard down a bit, "lavender," you never looked away from him, "and honey." That was the most he'd ever said to you since he showed up two months ago, he stayed in his room the first month.

"Nice," he nodded, his metal arm coming up and rubbing the back of his neck.

"There's extra water, I can make you one." You knew he was going to ask for your cup, but you really need to hit the sack.

His face lit up in the dark, "perfect!" He half smiled.

You poured the other cup and steeped the another bag, then added honey as well. You both stayed where you were on either side of the island.

"Why are you up?" He asked while blowing on the tea, his voice was below normal level.

"Just can't sleep," you sigh and look over to the common room, no one was there but you really didn't want to meet his eyes.

"I get that," he spoke awkwardly and looked over as well, thinking you were studying something.

"I'm-...I'm trying to get if sleeping pills my shit therapist prescribed for me," you looked back at him, his eye brows raised and his head tilted forty-five degrees.

"Sleeping pills?"

"Insomnia."

"Oh..." he spoke to himself and looked down again, his thumb rubbing the smooth ceramic handle of the blue mug that wasn't his. "I get nightmares." He stated blankly, but he didn't look up at his statement.

"Is it..." you tried to find the right words to not trigger him, "before the war, like America...or later on…in life...?" You danced around the question, Steve had told you mentioning certain things can get Bucky really freaked out.

"My mind," he laughed sarcastically, "it likes to mix the two," he pulled one side of his mouth tight.

"Double-whammy," you whispered, then froze at the sound of a giggle, Bucky chuckled. "What?"

"No-I-I just...I get that reference," he seemed proud, his face seemed to fall quickly though, circling back, "my arm is weird, it's like my human arm but the star," he points to the red, "is like sewn in, I don't know what it means but..." he trialed off.

"Well, if you need help, just call a code star, I'll come to your room and bring you some tea, how about that?" You smile.

"What? Like a friend?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"Okay," he smiled and nodded, "alright," his fingers drummed on the counter, "I'm gonna take this back to my room, but I'll remember that." He nodded and left, but caught himself at the corner to the rooms, "hey, agent," he spoke normal, you looked, "if you're gonna be my friend, don't ask 'what's wrong with me?', because trust me...I’ll talk you to your grave." He smirked.

“Noted, Sargent.” You’ve never seen him joke with you before, it felt comforting.

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'Code star' had never been used for its newer purpose before, as the friendship and relationship grew 'code star' became 'code lavender', it happened after Bucky called 'code star' once while he was having a panic attack, you took so long to make the tea he was passed out by the time you showed up.

'Code lavender': make a tea, meet in the kitchen.

'Code star': panic attack, drop everything a come.

You sprinted down the hallway to the very last room, you could hear laboured breathing as you got closer. Typically you'd knock softly and come in quietly, not this time.

You whipped open the door to see Bucky staring slightly down on the edge of his bed, he was rocking back and forth as his fingers ripped and pulled on his long hair. His pupils blew wide and his lips curled causing his teeth to flash, he didn't even look up at you.

A loud bang from your knees hitting the hardwood didn't phase him either, you tired to duck down to meet his line of eye sight but you couldn't get down enough.

"Bucky, look at me!" You pulled his hands out of his hair, as you made him drop them to his side you found a pile of hair outside his thighs, "oh god," you whispered, your hand unlacing with his to pick up the locks, the free hand of his went straight back to tugging. "Don't do that, don't do that." You hushed and took it out again, a tuff came with it. "Bucky, look at me," you said calmer now, you needed to be the example. "Bucky, nod if you can hear me."

He didn't nod, his eyes stayed locked on your chest. They didn't move there, he was already looking there, it was like he was looking through you.

You kept his hands clumped in your right hand and your left hand began to trace around his face, starting at his cheeks that were dry, little circles led to cross the bridge the nose a couple times. You also started humming, a song you heard Bucky and Steve sing once while drunk and having fun.

His eye brows seemed to raise for a second at the tune, but he quickly fell back into his short shallow breathes. You kept going, your finger gently tracing his cleft chin, it was always something you pinched when joking around with him.

"Wake up, Bucky," you whispered after finishing the song, you started the tune again. His breathing seemed to slow a little and his almost black eyes moved around a bit, "there you go," you cupped his cheek, now just shifting your thumb back and forth. You didn't know if he'd start to pull his hair out again so you kept both the metal and flesh hand covered with your left.

His breathing went to normal, his rib cage expanding wide as he took voluntary breathes. His eyes were shut tight but you felt him lean into your hand that was still holding his cheek.

"Are you with me?" You asked softly, he leaned into your hand again, his hand slowly made it up to his face and he placed his hand over yours, gently guiding it down to his lips; his kisses to your palm were long and filled with their own language.

"I'm here," his voice cut out and became a breath, but you heard him. His eyes looked up before his head moved, he locked eyes with you and something changed.

It was like he was seeing you for the first time, eyes a little wide and confused; but knowing at the same time. They became misty the more he looked, he was never one to cry so he dropped his head to cover the tears.

"It's okay," you hushed, he dropped your hand and leaned forward, basically throwing his entire body weight onto you. You fell back to the floor and he cried in your chest, you saw some of his hair fall with him. "Let it out," your arms wrapped around him and began to rub all along his back, huge, gentle, soothing rubs.

"I-I killed you all," his voice sounded like a dog panting from his short breathes that came when he talked, "I- couldn't s-stop," his 's' slithered like snakes as he tries get sufficient air and talk.

"We're all here, just a dream." It was the same mantra, "we're all here, you're safe, it was a nightmare, you're out of it now. There you go, big breathes, you're doing great, you're a pro at this, keep breathing." You let the broken record play, he seemed to get smaller at every praise.

He sat up and leaned against the bed, Bucky pulled his sleeve around his fist to hold it tight. When he wiped his face it was aggressive, like he was mad at himself. He just stared at you like he always did, you were alway involved in his dreams so he needed to look at you to stay grounded.

"Sorry," his 's' still slurred, "I-...I'm sorry," he wanted to say something else, you could hear it in his tone. His head dropped, Bucky almost fell over at the sight of his hair, "did I do that?" He asked, his nose turned up.

All you did was nod, any verbal answer would've sounded almost grossed out or accusatory. He sighed and looked between the hair and you, he wanted to say something, he'd already stopped himself once.

"Tell me," you whispered.

"I want to cut my hair," Bucky responded softly, "I-I also want to sleep on the floor from now own." He seemed ashamed of the second ask.

"You like the cold?" You tried to figure him out.

"That and it's...comforting...I think," Bucky scratched his head, his metal hand slowing at the thin spot from tugging, "it just grounds me, I'm not used to fluffy things- nicer things."

"How about a mattress pad, you're back will scream at you in the morning." You tried to lighten the mood, he smiled a bit and then nodded. "How about you come sleep in my room tonight, just so I can keep an eye on you and if you want to sleep on my firm mattress you can hop on, how's that?" You stood and held your hand out, Bucky nodded and clapped his metal hand to yours.

You led him down the hallway and to your room, it was really quiet and almost off putting. You slept barefoot so the sound of soft footsteps from your feet was the only thing you heard, Bucky wore socks.

He went straight to your bed and felt the mattress, both hands pressing down on it to see the give it has. You felt a little happy when he was nodding in a positive way; his bottom lip also pouted out.

Bucky slipped in and you joined as well, he stayed still for a while, on his back and staring at the ceiling.

"Y'know, you can cuddle," you whispered, without another second to blink Bucky's face rested on your chest, his arm circled your body completely in a tight hug. Your hands found their way to his back and to his hair, softly lulling him to sleep, "I'll cut your hair in the morning."

"Love you," he murmured.

[wormstacheangel]

When Dean finally rescued Cas from the empty, he expected a happy reunion. He envisioned a strong hug like the first time he had escaped. He expected a long-awaited kiss and repeated confessions that weren’t said with sorrow or heartache. He expected to find the same Cas that was taken, but that would have been too easy.

Cas was left awake, alone, and in complete darkness for months on end.

So when Dean went into the empty, ready to wake up the love of his life, he found Cas curled in on himself—staring blankly out into the void of nothingness. He whispered something so softly and quickly that Dean couldn’t pick up on the actual words, but it sounded familiar. Almost like he was humming a song.

Dean tried to get him to stand up on his own, but he quickly realized that Cas wasn’t even looking at him. His gaze was distant, seeing something Dean can’t even imagine. He then noticed the white film over his eyes dimmed the once bright blue.

His fingertips gently traced over the skin he had only dreamt of touching for months before he took a deep, shaky breath to steady himself. With that slight pause, Dean used whatever desperate strength he had and dragged Cas back to the portal.

Back home.

As they got closer, the light of the portal seemed to startle Cas, and he started to shove Dean away. Dean had to put Cas down so he could take his green jacket off and place it over Cas’s head to calm him before he slowly continued to walk through the portal and into the bunker’s library where Jack, Rowena, Eileen, and Sam were waiting for them.

When they walked through, Dean quickly shushed them as he fell to his knees with Cas still in his arms, hidden under the jacket, and covering his ears at the sudden loud voices surrounding them.

Dean looked around at his family, all sharing the same worried glances knowing they were on the same page. Cas’s welcome home party would be pushed back until further notice.

Cas didn’t cry. His expression didn’t change much at all. All Cas did was sit or lay on Dean’s bed with the lights off. All but the desk light. It was an old lightbulb, so the light wasn’t a bright white like the rest of the place. Instead, it illuminated a soft golden glow against the wall.

Cas squinted at it at first, blinking so inhumanly at it, until all Cas did was stare at it. Whenever Dean made any move to turn it off or even just get near the lamp, Cas made a little whine at the back of his throat.

Little noises were the most Dean can get out of Cas. At least it brought him a little relief. It meant Cas could see him at that moment.

Cas still did that rapid talking or singing whenever it was a little bit too quiet. It made Dean wonder if Cas knew he was out of the Empty. Especially during those times when he would stare right past him, unblinking with cold eyes.

It was only the end of the second week when Dean broke down.

[continue under the cut or on AO3]

He didn’t mean to. He was trying so damn hard to keep it together, especially in front of Cas, but one night he just lost it. He can blame the lack of booze in his system, or as he wants, he can blame Sam, who came up to him about a stupid case. It pissed him off more than it should have. The fact that Sam even believed for a second that he would leave the bunker while Cas was like-well the way he was, just gave him enough of an excuse to raise his voice at someone.

Eileen had to step in and tell him to cool off.

Dean stormed off without a glance back and went to his room. He changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed beside Cas. He laid on his stomach as he wrapped one arm over the top of Cas’s waist, scooting close enough so that he could rest his head on Cas’s shoulder. He then opened his mouth to wish him goodnight just like every night, but something in Dean just broke.

He felt the pressure rise up his throat as he tried to hide his face into the familiar body beside him, but the sob still came.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry it took me so long to go get you. Fuck, Cas, please.” Dean took a shaky breath, sniffling as he reached to hold Cas’s hand closer to him. “We missed- I...I missed you. I missed you so much, Cas.” Dean brought Cas’s hand up to his lips and kissed the knuckles before letting the hand rest by his head. His eyes closed as he sighs, “I love you. So come back to me, okay?"

The only response Dean got was a squeeze of the hand, which was enough hope for the future, and more than Dean could have ever asked for at that moment.

As the days went on, Cas didn’t change. Literally and figuratively. He was still an angel, so there was no need for him to shower or brush his teeth, but Dean swore that Cas’s facial hair was growing, so he liked shaving him at least once a week. Cas seemed to like it by the humming noise he made.

They did learn a couple of things as the days went on.

One, peace and quiet are not what they strive for.

It only brought Cas anxiety, and his humming or singing became much louder and more desperate. They fixed that problem with a Bluetooth speaker constantly playing music in the background, a playlist Jack made mixed in with a playlist Jack helped Dean make. It made the humming stop, and Cas started to roll over in bed. He even sat back against the headboard with his eyes closed a few times.

A month after Cas got back, Dean's phone died in the middle of the night, and the silence must have gotten to him. He covered his ears while he started muttering to himself again. Dean woke up and pulled Cas to his chest while softly sing to him in his still half-asleep phase. He didn’t know why that was his first instinct, but he went along with it cause it started to calm Cas down. Then, Cas held him back for the first time—tucking his head right under Dean's jaw and relaxing.

Dean tried not to stiffen at the touch; if he were honest with himself, he would admit he was trying not to cry because he was busy singing. Busy, not wanting to disrupt this moment.

That night Dean sang all night long until Jack checked on them in the early hours and connected his phone.

Two, always have a light source on.

The lamp was the first one they had. Cas constantly wanted it on, but it bothered Dean all the time when he wanted to sleep. So they bought a cool starlight projector, Sam’s idea, that kept the light on the cement ceiling and not on Dean’s face. Cas seemed to enjoy it as he laid on his back, watching it all night, letting Dean curl up on his side as he slept through the night.

Three, never leave Cas alone.

Nobody wanted to leave Cas alone for more than a minute if they could help it. So they made plans to keep him company at all hours of the day. Of course, they weren’t crowding him. They all came in one by one, except for Dean, who would say, “This is my room. I get to come and go as I damn well please.”

Sam liked to sit by Cas's side and talk nerd like they usually would while cleaning his guns or doing research to help another hunter. He would even pause during the one-way conversation to give Cas some time to answer or try to imagine what Cas would say in that situation. Sam was always calm, wanting to keep it as normal as possible while Cas just stared at him, sometimes his eyebrows knitted together, and Dean had to excuse himself as he felt his chest tighten up.

Eileen sat by his side and watched shows she liked while she talked to Cas out loud and signed so he could hear her voice. Even then, she didn’t talk much. Instead, she let the laptop do the talking as she pets Cas’s hair while sitting on the chair by the bed.

Jack came in the most next to Dean. He liked reading to him or talking about how his skills as the new God have improved thanks to Amara.

"Dad, I hope you'll be proud of me." Jack once whispered to Cas, who was having a bad day, checking out more than usual as he stared off into the distance. Eyes wide and almost screaming.

It was almost the end of the second month when another big mile-stone happened.

Jack was lying in bed with Cas while Dean was at his desk, cleaning his guns obsessively again. Jack was reading him a book he bought during his recent trip to the bookstore with Eileen, it was a Star Wars story.

Jack was getting into the book as he read slower but louder during a big fight scene. He got so excited that he even jumped up and looked back at Cas, "Did you hear that, Dad? He won!"

Cas smiled back at him- a genuine smile- and Dean almost dropped the piece of metal in his hand while Jack froze, his shoulders tightening up while he scrunched up his lips as if trying to hold back his cry.

Instead, he quietly composed himself as he asked in a shaky voice, "You want me to read the rest?"

Cas only blinked at him, keeping the slight smile, and Jack took it as a yes. Jack sat beside him again with a big smile plastered on his face, wiping his eyes every other word, as he rested his head on Cas's shoulder to continue reading. Dean didn’t miss when Cas tilted his head down to rest his cheek on Jack’s hair.

He had to excuse himself again.

After that day, Cas slowly started to open up a little more.

Once Dean woke up with Cas out of bed. Dean was already in full panic mode, his shoes on the wrong feet and jacket inside out as he called out for Sam.

Then just as quick as the panic came, relief flooded him when he found Cas in the kitchen trying to make coffee. He turned towards Dean and gave him the smallest of smiles, but it filled Dean with such solace that he just dragged himself to Cas’s space. Dean held his arms open to press Cas into him, and without a second thought, Cas fell right into him as if it was an everyday normal occurrence.

That was the start of Cas now being up and around the bunker. It was like when a baby starts crawling, everyone keeping tabs on the baby’s first steps, except this baby was an eon old celestial being.

The library, Dean’s room, the Dean-cave, and the kitchen were Cas’s favorite places just to sit. He always had Dean’s headphones on, softly playing music, just in case it went quiet, and it took a while for him to be able to walk around without those.

It was the sixth month when Cas wished Dean a goodnight first and then added, “I love you, Dean.”

Dean fought the lump in his throat, but Cas instantly pulled him in, his arms wrapped securely around him. He had so much he wanted to say to Cas just to hear his voice again, anything to listen to his voice again, but instead, he kisses Cas’s chest before saying, “I love you, too.”

Days came and went. Sometimes it seemed like Cas was getting better as he talked a little more, but then those days would come when he would just stare off into the stars on their ceiling. Not moving an inch or bothering to fake breath like he liked. Those days the music was a little louder, and Cas held on to Dean a little tighter.

“I don’t want to go back. Please,” Cas pleaded as he stared wide-eyed at the darkness in the corner of their room. As if he was having a nightmare with his eyes wide open. “Please don’t make me…I-I don’t want to be in the dark again!”

Dean took Cas’s face in between his hands to hold his gaze. Only talking when he knew Cas was seeing him. “It’s okay, Cas. I got you. Nobody’s taking you away from me ever again.”

“Promise?” Dean felt Cas’s grip at his shoulder, holding him with desperation.

“Promise.”

That’s how Cas became human.

The nightmares have him waking up screaming some days, but at least Cas knew he was safe from the Empty’s clutches.

He was going to live his human life being loved and taken care of, and Dean was happy to say he felt Cas was doing the same for him.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐱/𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 (𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong was already frustrated. He was on a deadline to finish up a song and he was nowhere near even getting halfway. Eden had just recently scolded him and he felt extremely agitated and irritated at this point.

"Hey Joong? I brought you lunch so-"

"Just leave it on the table, I'll eat it later." He cut you off rather sharply, barely even sparing you a glance.

"I was actually thinking we could eat together." You were off put by his short temper.

"I don't have time Y/N." He huffed out, a hand running through his hair.

You were pissed at this point and were not about to take his crap anymore.

"Exactly! You don't have time for me anymore! I get your job demands a lot of your time, but to not even take a break and enjoy just 10 minutes without....these." You gestured to all the mess scattered around his desk.

Hurt about being reminded about his neglect of you yet angry at being scolded once more, Hongjoong slammed his hands on the table, swiftly pushing off the chair before going over to where you were standing and stared you down.

"All right. Fine. 10 minutes you say? I can work with that."

Without a warning, he pushed you onto the couch, making a quick work of your pants and stripping them off you. You let out a sharp cry when he began devouring your pussy, animalistic growls spilling out his lips as he slurped you up as if he'd been starved. When you tried pulling away, he landed a harsh slap on your clit, making your hips jolt up and a shriek come out.

"Shut up and take what I give you you needy desperate whore. You wanted 10 minutes? Let's see how many times I can make you cum in that time."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Hearing the front door slam, Seonghwa brace himself for yet another one of your moods after a long day at work. Wanting to help your day be less stressful, he had prepared you some of your favorites food.

"Y/N." He called out to you in a sing song tone.

Stomping over, you just looked at him with an eyebrow raised, total resting bitch face plastered on.

"I made your favorite." He happily told you, but you still didn't seem to bat an eyelash at him, you simply turned around and began walking out.

"Wait Y/N come on. Here at least try some. It'll help you with your stress-"

"Can't you take a damn hint Seonghwa?! I don't fucking want it!"

When he tried to approach you with a spoonful of food, you actually snapped and slapped it out of his hand, making it stain his perfectly polished floor. Seonghwa looked at it then looked back at you.

"You know Y/N I think I put up with your bratty attitude and bitchy behavior for too long."

You gasped sharply when he suddenly turned you around and slammed you up against the table, grabbing your arms so he could hold them behind your back.

"Maybe I've been a little too nice to you....making you baths, preparing you food, all in hopes of helping you release stress....but its clear a little bitch like you doesn't need that."

You squirmed under his grasp, trying to get free but with no use as his grip was tight on you. The sound of him unbuckling his belt made you stop moving entirely, and you shivered when pulled your skirt up before ripping your tights and pushing your underwear to the side.

"Clearly a bitch like you needs a good pounding, fuck that attitude right out of you."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

You knew you were screwed the instant Yunho roughly pulled you off Mingi's lap and took you into his room, shutting the door right behind him before staring at you with fire burning through his eyes. You had never seen him so mad before.

No soon afterwards, you were currently on top of him, his hips bucking up at you at a relentless pace that had you screaming his name over and over again. His hands were practically digging into your skin, holding tightly onto you with such ferocity.

"Look at you, being so desperate for a good fuck that you'd actually try and whore yourself out to my best friend like a cheap bitch."

When one of his hands came up to grasp at your throat, you were shivering on top of him.

"Weren't you?! What! Is my cock not enough for you? My cock and these hands you love so much not satisfying you anymore? Hmm? Is that why you were all cuddled up to Mingi? Hoped he'd actually take pity and fuck you?"

You knew it wasn't your intention to make him jealous, but god if this is what jealousy did to him, you would totally do it again.

"Stupid slut. Mingi's not going to fuck you. You're just a dirty, filthy hole, he doesn't want you...."

Even after you came, you were still a crying mess as Yunho kept fucking up into you, not caring that you were beyond your limit, your inner thighs getting sore.

"But you're my little hole for me to fuck. Got it? And if I need to fuck you dumb to get it through that stupid useless brain of yours to understand that only I can make you feel this good, then so be it. I'll fuck you til you break, my little sex toy."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang was not very pleased by your behavior lately. You had been giving him the silent treatment and avoiding him for no good reason. Trying to coax what was wrong out of you, he came up behind you as you were washing dishes.

"How's my little princess? Did you have a good day?"

He was only met with you elbowing him in the rib and shoved him off you.

"Ok seriously Y/N? What did I even do? Stop being so childish and talk to me like a mature adult."

Hearing you scoff and seeing you roll your eyes at him made him furious and irritated with you. As you tried to walk past him, he grabbed your elbow and picked you up, setting you down on the kitchen counter as his eyes burned a hole through you.

"If you're going to keep acting like a brat, maybe I should just treat you like one then."

You don't know if you truly regret breaking Yeosang's patience. On the one hand, you were definitely not going to be walking straight for a week. On the other, you utterly enjoyed having your face pressed against the pillow, ass up as Yeosang was shoving his dick in and out of you, red handprints scattered across your butt cheeks and hands tied behind your back with one of his ties. Everytime you tried to hide your face in the pillow to muffle your screams, he'd yank your hair up.

"I said I wasn't having you ignore me anymore princess. Now come on, scream my name. I want this entire floor to hear your pathetic whimpers."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San looked at you with an unamused gaze.

"Repeat what you just said.....I dare you to."

He was pissed off, it was more than clear. But maybe that's what you wanted, wanted him to be as pissed as you were, even just a bit of what you were feeling. It's not that you meant to take out your jealousy on him, but seeing his co-host be extremely clingy towards him backstage and he never did anything about it made your blood boil.

"I said you're nothing more than a fucking horn dog. Probably let that skank suck your dick." You exclaimed in disgust.

The sudden slam of his hand against the wall behind you both scared and thrilled you. Looking at you with a hungry smirk, he opened the door behind you, trapping you inside a closet. In minutes, he was pressing you against the wall, his frantic grunts mixing with your whimpered cries. San would occasionally let out a sadistic laugh at how wrecked you look.

"You're right baby, I am indeed a horn dog. Absolutely love getting my dick wet and fuck a pussy all the time."

Hand reaching between your legs, he began to harshly pinch and rub at your clit, his other hand that was holding onto your hip keeping you from collapsing on the floor as your orgasm took over you.

"But get this straight: I only fuck this pussy right here. Ok? I fucking claimed this a long ass time ago and I'll fuck it whenever I want to."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Ending the call with your friend, you were coming out of the bedroom when you were suddenly shoved back inside by none other than your usually caring and sweet boyfriend, who looked angry as he closed the door behind him.

"Mingi? What-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as his large hands cupped your cheeks, his long body pushing you back until you landed on the bed. He was kissing you harshly, nothing like the usual tender and loving kisses he'd be known to give you. His hands clutched at your covered breasts, groping at them before he unexpectedly tore your shirt in the middle.

"Mingi! What has gotten into you?!" You exclaimed in shock at his sudden change in behavior.

"I heard you talking to your friend. Saying shit like I'm too soft and vanilla for you."

You moaned out when he began to suck along your neck, his hands cupping your bra and pulling it down enough to have your breasts spill out.

"Oh princess if only you knew I've just been holding back all this time."

With a taunting chuckle, he pulled of you. Undoing his zipper, he began to strip out of his jeans and briefs, letting his long cock spring free, precum leaking at the tip.

"I didn't want to be selfish and break you like I wanted too....... but if that's what you want well then, I'd be happy to oblige my little princess."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Neither of you knew how it started nor exactly how it escalated. One minute Wooyoung was being the annoying shit he was, with you playfully shoving him away and calling him names, and then the next you were both pushing each other rather abruptly. When you called him a particularly degrading insult, he retaliated likewise and now it seemed like a screaming match between you two.

"You know what? This is fucking stupid!" You hollered and turned away, making a bee line towards your room.

"I'm not done yet!" Wooyoung trailed after you.

"Well I am! Now excuse me, I'm going to go take a shower and hopefully cool off this rage." You stated firmly before slamming the bathroom door right in his face.

The refreshing water seemed to calm you down a little, so you just stood there under the shower head, just letting your body soak in the cold. You were so unaware of your surroundings that you failed to notice Wooyoung had entered the bathroom and didn't realize it until you felt his arms turn you around to face him. No explanation, he just began kissing you, his tongue taking control over your mouth while one hand hiked one of your legs over his waist.

"Still think I'm an annoying bastard?" He grunted fiercely as he thrusted up into you, not giving you time to react as he began pounding into you.

"Yes you are!" You hissed at him, hands swooping his wet hair and tugging at it rather hardly.

He just looked at you with a shit eating grin.

"Yet you still let me fuck you. "

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

You were frustrated and stressed out, so was Jongho. Even as you two did your own little things inside the apartment, even the smallest things either of you did made the other let out an annoyed huff. It all culminated when Jongho accidentally spilled his cup of juice on the floor, that little action had you both looking at each other with near contempt.

"I feel like punching something." Jongho confessed.

"Me too." You admitted.

"Wanna punch me?" He offered.

Smirking at him, you thought about something better.

"No.... I think I'd rather fuck you."

So now here you were, underneath your inhumanely strong boyfriend, his cock balls deep inside you, your legs thrown over his shoulders while his hands were already leaving bruises around your inner thighs from how hard he was squeezing at them. You two had already cum several times but you still kept going, pushing past your sensitivity as you both still had a lot of rage and energy to release.

In a particularly sharp angle of his hips, you were quivering under Jongho, for the first time you were actually squirting under him.

"Oh fuck!" Seeing you break down and make a mess all over him and yourself had him cumming soon after, his body collapsing on top of yours.

Both of you were beyond exhausted after all that. Your bodies were so sticky with sweat and your breathing had not yet returned to normal. Looking over at you, Jongho smiled sincerely for the first time in days.

"So.... now that we got that out of the way.... can we cuddle?"

Gifs not mine. Credit goes to their respective owners.

[griffintail]

I just had this small idea of a Pokémon AU? One where the Sbi family helps their younger sibling, who’s nervous around Pokémon, to get more comfortable around them? I just think it’d be cute to have Techno, Wil, and Tommy be good big brothers. And yeah, this is kind of inspired by that kid from the Destiny Deoxys movie, and Lillie from the Sun and Moon games/series.

I don't think I've researched this much for a request XD I even watched the movie! Bonus points to those who know who I based Techno's character off of!

Pokémon Fears

Pairings: Platonic! Tommy, Technoblade, Wilbur, x GN! Sibling! Reader

Warnings: Pokemon Battles?

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Technoblade

(Y/N) cheered up in the stands louder than most of the people around them, Phil having long ago given up on quieting his youngest as they were watching his oldest battle. It was the championship and they were against the champion of their region, Technoblade. (Y/N) loved watching Techno during the League battles, though it was a different story off the field.

They roared with the crowd as the finalist last Pokémon was down, Techno patting his Garchomp’s shoulder for a good job.

“Alright.” Phil laughed before picking (Y/N) up and putting them on his shoulders. “Let’s go congratulate Techno.”

Holding onto Phil’s hands as he walked, (Y/N) eagerly chatted about the different Pokémon the other trainers used. It always surprised Phil that (Y/N) was always interested in the different creatures but if one so much as got too close…

(Y/N) squeaked as a Pidgey flew by their head, ducking down. Phil sighed patting their knee.

“It’s alright. They’re not going to do anything.”

Phil and the boys were never quite sure why (Y/N) was afraid of Pokémon, but they just were and couldn’t get near them. They could watch battles from a distance and had a decent amount of knowledge about various types, but couldn’t pluck the courage to be a few steps from them.

Techno was moving away from a few fans when (Y/N) and Phil showed up.

“Techno!” (Y/N) grinned again. “That was so cool! When Garchomp earthquaked their Blaziken-”

Techno chuckled as he took his sibling from Phil and let them ramble.

“Alright, alright.” He told them. “Why don’t we get something to eat and give Phil a break while you talk?”

“Can we go to that good sandwich place?” (Y/N) grinned.

“Yeah, ok. We’ll be home later Phil.”

“Ok, make sure you’re home before ten,” Phil told him and Techno gave a mock salute before walking off.

He let (Y/N) ramble away about the battles as he got their food and brought them to a park, sitting at a more secluded table. (Y/N) went quiet as they began to eat and Techno waited before speaking.

“So, why don’t we try again?” He offered as he took a Pokeball off his belt.

(Y/N) frowned as they shrank in their seat a bit, muttering, “I don’t know…”

“You got really close last time to actually petting Togekiss.” Techno reminded them. “So, why don’t we try one more time?”

“I got really close but I didn’t…I’m still scared.”

“It's ok to be. You sit and watch me battle trainer after trainer after all. You see what they do for battle. You don’t take a lot of time to just sit with them.” Techno said. “So, let’s let Togekiss sit with us.”

Techno let the Pokémon out and the creature let out a small noise as he stood on the table. (Y/N) squirmed in their seat as they looked at the creature.

“Why don’t you keep eating then try and pet him? Ok?” Techno offered and (Y/N) stared at the Pokémon before slowly nodding.

Their lunch continued, (Y/N) even quieter with the creature so close. Techno occasionally gave a bit of food to his Togekiss until both he and (Y/N) were done.

“Alright, now let’s try. Just be gentle, just like this.” Techno pet his Togekiss. “You can do it.”

(Y/N) stared at the Pokémon before reaching a hand out shakily. Togekiss stayed still, having done this a few times before and knowing his movement scared the poor child. (Y/N)’s and hovered above his head before closing their eyes and finally put their hand on top of it. Techno grinned proudly as (Y/N) stayed still for a moment before opening their eyes and grinning themselves when they saw that they actually did it.

“I-I did it!” (Y/N) grinned as they gently pet Togekiss, the Pokémon giving a small noise of delight.

“You did. I told you, you could.” Techno patted their head. “Now, you’ll be a champion before you know it.”

(Y/N) giggled as they smiled lightly at the Pokémon. Yeah, they’d be just like Techno.

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Wilbur

Wilbur came up to (Y/N)’s door, knocking. A moment later, (Y/N) opened and smiled up at him.

“Hey, kiddo. I’m going to play my guitar with my Pokémon, want to come and try sitting with us today?” Wilbur crouched in front of them.

It was always sad to Wilbur to see his sibling afraid of Pokémon. He knew they had a bad encounter with a more aggressive Taillow but he was sad to see they couldn’t bring themselves to be near other types. It made sense why they were extremely afraid of Phil’s Murkrows but not as much for other types. He actually missed sitting with (Y/N) while he played guitar and his Pokémon sang with them.

(Y/N) hesitated at the doorway before nodding slowly. “Yes.”

Wilbur smiled, ruffling their hair as he stood up. “Ok, get your shoes on and grab your jacket just in case and we’ll go to the park.”

He waited by the front door for them and called to Phil they were going out when they came down. They walked side by side to the park, the pair joking with each other. At one point, Wilbur gave them a shove before sprinting the rest of the way, challenging them as he ran away. (Y/N) laughed before sprinting after him, calling him out for his cheating.

The pair finally sat by the lake and Wilbur tuned his guitar.

“Any requests?” Wilbur looked up at them.

They shifted nervously now as now would be the time to let the Pokémon out and he smiled gently as he ruffled (Y/N)’s hair.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’ll only let Lapras and Marill to start, ok? We’ll work up to Altaria.” Wilbur assured them.

(Y/N) was silent before nodding. “Ok…can you sing one of your songs?”

He kept his soft smile for his sibling as he took out two Pokeballs from his bag. “Of course, I can, you ready?”

They nodded once more and he released Lapras in the lake and Marill next to the water’s edge. (Y/N) moved back slightly as Marill gave a delighted motion to see the other human again.

“Alright, you two,” Wilbur said putting a hand on top of Marill’s head. “We’re going to stay calm and sing for (Y/N).”

Both of the Pokémon let out a noise of agreement before Wilbur started to play. (Y/N) watched nervously as the trio in front of them. Wilbur was singing the actual words as he strummed as his Pokémon managed to harmonize with him, making a beautiful sound. They were starting on the third song when (Y/N) finally started to sing with them. Wilbur grinned brightly as he continued, Marill giving an elated noise as Lapras gave an encouraging one.

After the group finished the fourth song, they took a moment to break and Wilbur just strummed mindlessly when Marill wandered over to (Y/N). They scooted back slightly as Wilbur paused to put his instrument down.

“It’s ok. Marill would never hurt you. She just wants to sit in your lap, just like she used to.”

(Y/N) hesitated but sat still, shaking as Marill sat in their lap. They looked up at Wilbur to see him smiling as he scooted next to them to put a hand on their shoulder.

“See? You’re alright. It’s just Marill.”

(Y/N) stared down at the Pokémon in their lap before shakily putting a hand on her head. Marill gave an excited noise, startling (Y/N), but Wilbur hugged them around the shoulder to calm them.

“It’s ok,” Wilbur assured them.

They sat with their hand on Marill’s head for a few minutes before finally smiling lightly as they finally ran their hand along her head.

“There you go. I’m very proud of you.” Wilbur grinned.

“Thanks, Wilbur.” They smiled up at him.

It was a week later when Altaria was able to once more join their group.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tommy

“How do you plan on helping (Y/N)?” Tubbo asked and Tommy groaned loudly.

“I don’t know big man! Phil, Techno, and Wilbur all tried to help them out but they still can’t even get close to their own Pokémon!” Tommy threw up his arms.

It had been a week when Tommy and (Y/N) had snuck into a safari area they weren’t supposed to be in. As such, the Pokémon in the area had been startled by their presence and both had to be helped by the adults. Tommy had been fine, he didn’t mind the change in their adventure, but (Y/N) being a bit younger than him had been freaked out by the experience and was terrified at the moment to be around Pokémon, even their own Eevee, Electrike, and Riolu.

So, not only was Tommy in trouble for having the pair sneak into a place they were supposed to be but for also making (Y/N) freak out like they were.

“What can I do?” Tommy asked his friend.

Tubbo hummed. “Well, what did they like to do with their Pokémon before?”

“We’d have mock battles and they liked to go on walks and play with them,” Tommy told him.

“Well then do that! Have a mock battle with them. I’m sure they can’t resist, you both want to be trainers, right?”

“Well, yeah, we’re going to be the best champions!”

“Then they won’t be able to say no.”

Tommy nodded after a moment, grinning. “Yeah! Thanks, Tubbo! I got to go do that now!”

Tommy ran back home to gather (Y/N)’s Pokémon and his own in the backyard. Once he had them all, he knocked on (Y/N)’s door. They opened, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s up Tommy?” They asked.

“I challenge you to battle!” Tommy declared.

(Y/N) frowned, shuffling nervously. “I…Don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Come on! We’re going to be Pokémon Champions, right?” Tommy grinned.

“I don’t know if I want to anymore.” (Y/N) muttered.

“Oh, come off it.” Tommy huffed before grabbing their hand.

“Tommy.” (Y/N) protested but Tommy dragged them to the backyard.

“No, come on. We’ve both wanted to be trainers since before we could even have Pokémon. You have been training yours and learning to be a trainer and now you want to quit? I won’t let it happen.” Tommy told them before going into the backyard. “So, let’s battle.”

(Y/N) shook as they saw the six Pokémon waiting and having their own conversations it seemed. There were (Y/N)’s own three and Tommy’s Charmander, Torchic, and Cyndaquil.

“T-Tommy, I can’t!” (Y/N) tried to leave.

“You can. Look, you and I are better than any other trainer. And you’re not giving it up.” Tommy pulled them forward and made them stand away but behind their Pokémon before he stood behind his own. “Now, you make the first move!”

Tommy didn’t want (Y/N) to throw away everything the pair of them had learned. They had both been excited about becoming trainers and had mock battles where their Pokémon didn’t seriously hurt each other and they even used all of their Pokémon at once. They both thought it’d make them better trainers as they would be able to focus much better on a one-on-one battle and they’d know how to make split-second calls faster. The pair of them worked so hard! And Tommy didn’t want to be the reason (Y/N) quit.

This had to work.

(Y/N)’s Pokémon were very happy to see them. Their Eevee and Electrike wagged their tails as their Riolu waved at them. (Y/N) gripped their hands nervously. They were so close to Pokémon and they were scared…but Tommy was right, they did want to be a trainer…even if they thought quitting was best.

“Come on (Y/N)!” Tommy cheered from his side.

They looked over at their brother and Tommy was grinning. They thought before taking a deep breath. They could do this…

“…Electrike! Thunderwave on Charmander!” They called out, Electrike letting out an excited call before doing as told, the rest of the Pokémon eager for the mock battle.

Tommy grinned brightly. “Cyndaquil! Smoke Screen!”

“Riolu, foresight!”

The pair played out their battle, both smiling and enjoying time with their Pokémon after. Tommy was extremely relieved as (Y/N) sat happily petting their Eevee. He’d be careful next time.

[countryclubstarkey]

SOMETHING TO REMEMBER - Sirius Black Smut

Pairings: Sirius Black x Virgin Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, first time, fingering, making out and more

Word Count: 2k+

*Not my Gif

The marauders were quite famous at Hogwarts, known for their pranking and good looks; the group of boys had everyone looking at them at all times. Some people looked at them with hatred, such as Severus Snape and others worshipped the ground they walked on.

You had neutral feelings about them as long as they didn’t mess with you, you were fine with whatever chaos they were causing, plus their good looks and charm were always a nice thing to be around.

Today, the group of boys decided to turn all the Slytherin uniforms Gryffindor red, causing most of them to be in a foul mood. You found it particularly funny, especially when you saw Lucius Malfoy with his platinum hair in the uniform.

Late afternoon on Friday, you were all sitting in potions listening to Slughorn ramble about random topics that he found interesting when suddenly a student knocked on the door.

“Professor Slughorn, Professor McGonagall needs you for something important,” a random second-year student told him. “I’ll be back soon everyone, please read page 300 in the meantime.”

Nobody truly listened to him; instead, everyone turned to their friends.

Feeling a sudden warmth around your ear and you turned to see Sirius Black closing in and leaning towards you. You and Sirius had a strange relationship; he would flirt with you at any chance he could just to see you blush, and to be honest, you didn’t mind the attention.

“So you coming to my party tonight?” he whispered gently in your ear. Your body covered with chills because of how close he was.

“I don’t think so; I have a lot to study.”

A pouty expression made its way on his face, “cmon it’s my birthday; it would mean a lot to the birthday boy.”

Before you could reply, Professor Slughorn made his way back into the room and began his lesson again with just a few minutes left of class. As you were heading back to your dorm room after, a loud booming sound echoed throughout the hall calling your name, “Y/N, wait up.”

Sirius was rushing across the hall trying to reach you, “you never said yes, you know,” the fit boy told you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders to guide you to your dorm.

“Fine, I’ll come for a little bit, and that’s only because I want to talk to Remus about this new book that came out last month,” you mentioned.

Little chuckles escaped his lips as he found your slight obsession with books adorable, but he would never mention that to you at least not right now. “We both know you’re coming for me, darling, save me dance,” Sirius said while walking away, causing you to let out a deep sigh because of how he was making you feel.

Meanwhile, when you got back to your dorm, you decided to pick what to wear to the party and got ready since you only had a little bit of time before it became dark. Whenever any of the marauders threw a party, they tended to get a little wild and out of control so you had to prepare yourself for that.

When nighttime finally hit, you met up with Lily, Alice, Marlene and Mary to head to the party together. Glowing lights brightly lit the Gryffindor common room, the smell of alcohol and weed flowing through the air and the music was loudly played throughout the room. No doubt the music choice were all Sirius’s favourite muggle songs.

You saw the birthday boy and James singing along to whatever song they could their hands on while dancing on the tables already out of their minds. Remus and Peter were trying to get them down before they injured themselves but they were having trouble standing up themselves.

“Guess we have to catch up,” Marlene grinned and dragged all of you to the table that offered the fire whiskey. After several shots, you were finally relaxed and in a similar mindset as the boys. As time went on, you danced and took even more shots with everyone at the party, including Remus, who decided to let loose tonight. Everyone was having the time of their lives, nobody thought about what was going on outside of Hogwarts, but only the party in the Gryffindor common room.

Around 3 a.m, people started heading back to their rooms, and only you, Lily, Marlene, Mary, Alice, Frank and the marauders were left sitting on the couches.

“Let’s play spin the bottle,” Mary suddenly brought up and pulled everyone in a circle. Mary decided to spin the bottle first, and it landed on Marlene; the two girls didn’t hesitate and shared a sweet but intimate kiss.

“That was too easy for you guys,” Remus blurted out, suddenly feeling the effects of the alcohol. The girls shrugged while giggling as Marlene spun the bottle and it landed on James. James gave her a quick peck out of respect for Lily.

Next, James spun the bottle, and it landed on Sirius Black.

“No, Padfoot, cmon not again,” James groaned out, not interested in kissing his best mate. Curiously, Alice said, “what do you mean not again?”

Sirius winked, “That’s a story for another time; let’s go prongs, pucker up.” James and Sirius leaned in and gave each other a quick kiss before wiping it off as soon as they finished. The whole group erupted into laughter over the discomfort they saw in the two.

As the laugher started to die down, you began to grow nervous as you noticed it was Sirius’s turn to spin the bottle, and just because of your luck, the bottle landed on you.

Sirius moved towards you, “May I?” You nodded your head at him as you both gradually leaned in and connected your lips. Sirius could feel how nervous you were, so he allowed you to make the next move without pushing you any further.

You deepened the kiss when you felt at ease and could taste cigarettes, fire whiskey and a hint of honey lingering on his lips.

Sirius raised his hand to caress the soft skin of your jaw as he slipped his tongue slowly past your lips, trying to savour this moment as much as he could. Both of you didn’t realize the others were still there until you heard someone clear their throat. Sirius sighed against your lips before giving you one last peck and pulling away to look at your friends again.

The awkward moment passed as time went on, and one by one, everyone went to bed until it was only you and Sirius.

“You know this wasn’t a one-time thing; I really wanted to kiss you, love. I’ve actually liked you for a while now,” Sirius broke the silence and grabbed your hand.

You smiled at him, returning his actions, “I wanted to kiss you too Sirius.” A big grin made its way across his face as he grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap.

This time you closed the distance between the two of you as your hands grasped his precious locks. The kiss got deeper and more intense with time. You pulled away to steady your breathing as Sirius attached his lips to your jaw, nipping at the skin. Sirius loved the way your skin felt on his lips as he left kisses all across your neck and jaw.

“We should stop before we do something you might regret,” Sirius tried pulling away, but you captured his face and brought him back into the kiss.

In a soothing tone, “I’m not going to regret doing anything with you because I have feelings for you too, I’m sure Sirius,” you told him. Suddenly, Sirius stood up with you wrapped around his body as he headed towards the door of the common room.

“Where are we going,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice as quiet as possible. “Somewhere that’s going to give us a little more privacy.”

A door appeared out of nowhere on one of the walls allowing Sirius to step in. It was a replica of the Gryffindor common room except a king-sized bed in the middle. He settled you on the bed as he began kissing down your body, not leaving an inch uncovered.

You helped him unbutton your shirt as he started to kiss your exposed breasts, leaving love bites that you’ll cherish in the morning. “Siri-us,” your moans filled the room as you pulled his hair from the pleasure.

“Fuck, I love your tits,” his words made you blush as you tried to hide your face in your arms, but he didn’t give you the chance to do so. He took off your shirt and bra as he began palming and teasing your nipples, causing chills to gather around your body. You tried to take his shirt off, but his actions stopped you midway. One hand continued to caress your tits, but his other hand started to rub you through your panties, trying to gather your arousal.

“Darling, are you trying to kill me,” he groaned out. Sirius took your panties off but kept your skirt on as he began rubbing your bare cunt.

“We can stop anytime, you know, are you sure you want me to continue,” he asked you one last time. You nodded your head furiously at him trying to get him to continue, “I need words Y/N.”

“Yes, please,” you told him as he entered one finger through your folds and teased your clit with his thumb. Feeling your body clench hard around him as you tried to adjust to the new feeling. Once your body relaxed; he sped up his movements and added another finger.

You felt a foreign feeling on your clit, as something wet started licking at it. Sirius’s head was between your legs as his tongue worked on your clit and his fingers in your pussy. The new action created a different feeling, a good difference. “Plea-se, don’t stop. I’m going to cu-,” you panted as you felt your stomach twist and clench.

“Let go for me,” Sirius groaned out as he felt you release on his tongue and fingers. He helped you calm down after your orgasm by rubbing your thighs whispering praises throughout the entire process. When your eyes opened, Sirius was leaning over and looking at you with lust and love in his eyes. You felt his bulge rubbing against your body as he began peppering kisses on your face.

You both helped him out of his clothes so that he was left bare. His cock stood proudly as the red tip was oozing already with pre-cum and the rest throbbing. He switched your positions so that he was laying underneath you now as you sat in his lap in nothing but your skirt from earlier tonight, quickly; he casted a contraception spell.

His hands rubbed down his cock to get it ready for your next move.

“Ready?” the raven-haired boy asked. His thumbs rubbing circles around your hips, reassuring you if you had any regret you can back out now.

You nodded and braced yourself before slowly lowering yourself on his cock. Your breathing increased as he stretched you out, the pain increased as you went down inch by inch, his face scrunched up in pain and pleasure as he wanted nothing more than to thrust fully into you.

“Love, it’ll feel a lot better if you relaxed,” he told you, trying to make this pleasurable for you both when he saw the tears welling in your eyes.

You controlled your breathing as you felt your muscles loosen and the pain became more bearable. He felt you relax around him as it became more pleasurable rather than painful. Sirius gently thrusted trying to see your reactions at a slow pace; with a nod and brief bounce, his thrusts got quicker.

Pleasurable moans left your lips as his cock hit spots that you weren’t familiar with; you began returning his thrusts and tried to control the movements yourself when you felt more comfortable. Nails started dragging down his chest when Sirius angled his hips differently, causing him to aim at your g-spot.

“Darling, you feel so nice and tight,” he groaned out, trying to last a little longer but your pussy preventing it. He dragged your body towards his own and began rapidly thrusting, causing the room to be filled with your loud moans. His lips connected to your neck, breasts and anything else that he could find. He saw your mouth fall open when his finger made contact with your clit as he rubbed a figure-eight motion helping you reach climax.

“I’-m close,” you groaned in his ear as your body began shaking and the tight feeling made its way back in your stomach. Sirius didn’t stop when he felt you cum all over his cock, he continued working you through your orgasm while trying to reach his at the same time.

“Sh-it” he exclaimed as he released his cum. You felt his cum mix with yours as it dripped out leaking onto your thighs and the bed.

Once both of you came down from your high, you slowly got off Sirius to lay down beside him cuddling into his warm body. The only sounds in the empty room were your heavy breathing and the light rain that was hitting the windows. The air began to feel cooler as you snuggled deeper into Sirius, burying your head in his chest.

“How was that for you,” his beautiful voice genuinely asked you.

In a calm tone, “Something worth remembering” you told him as your eyes started to flutter away.

[cazzyvintage]

A Freudian Slip - The Sequel

Synopsis: Zemo was always getting on your nerves. Yes, he was hot and god you were attracted to him but he was also your enemy. After what happened last night you were trying your best to pretend it never happened however Zemo isn’t willing to let you do that.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings/Tags: FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE, Smut, Oral sex, Fingering, Slight fluff, mentions of guns

Author's note: You guys really liked ‘the Freudian Slip’ and I’ve had a few requests to write a sequel, so here I am. This is my first time attempting to write smut for all y'all who are horny for Zemo so um hopefully it’s good. IF YOU KNOW ME NO YOU DON’T

My Master list

“Madripoor knows how to give New York a run for its money,” Sam says as they walk past all these containers.

“They know how to party,” Zemo replies, walking up beside you. His arm grazes against yours, making you tense. Picking up your pace, you reach Bucky and leaving Zemo behind.

Last night you might have made the worst mistake of your life. You had made out with Zemo.

Zemo!

The man that was a terrorist. The man who had caused the Avengers to split up. You hated him! You had to hate him. Right?

Yet when you glance over to him, you can’t help feel warm inside. Goosebumps crawl up your skin as you hear him speak. That accent of his drove you wild. You want to kiss that smirk off his face when he looks at you. His brown eyes bearing into yours. He made you feel alive. He made you feel all hot and bothered. He made you feel confused.

Earlier at Sharon’s party, you were watching him. Usually, you like a party, but this time you held back. Zemo looked around for you, but he eventually gave up and danced on his own. You smiled as you watched him have fun. For those moments he seemed so innocent. You wanted to join him dancing, but Sam and Bucky were already suspicious of you and Zemo. Why it had taken you two so long to reach them after you split up. You had to distance yourself from him. No matter how hard you found it.

You swallow, pushing away the thoughts of you and him as you tried to focus back on the mission at hand.

You arrived at the crater, and Sharon handed you all earpieces to wear. Placing it in your ear and head into the crater. It was pitch black in there, making you stop to try to see anything.

Zemo was following up behind you, and as you stopped walking, he walked into you. You stiffened, feeling his body press up against yours. His arm reaches around, squeezing yours as he moves beside you. Though you couldn’t see him, you just knew he was smirking at you.

Zemo pulled out a flashlight. He shone it in your eyes to annoy you before shining it forward to see the end of the crater. He walked forward, touching the wall, then pushed it. The wall moved, revealing it as a door as music flooded the room. He glances back at you, Sam and Bucky as you all pull out your guns. Sam and Bucky head in and you follow them as Zemo keeps the door open for you. His hand rested on the dip of your back as you walked past, but you shook it off. He turned to stare at you, but you continued to walk ahead, not giving him a second glance.

The song ‘Comin home baby’ plays out of a record as you enter. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you glance around where you were. Rounding the corner, you finally see the man you had been looking for. He was quietly singing along, unaware of the people approaching him from behind. Sam and Bucky questioned him while you and Zemo held back.

You were just there for backup you didn’t want to get involved. Your eyes sneak back to admiring Zemo though, and you wonder just how involved you were. Zemo’s eyes snap to yours as he notices you staring, and he tilts his head at you, his thin lips sneaking up in a curl.

You look away, staring ahead, willing your cheeks to stop blushing.

As Sam and Bucky continued to interrogate the doctor, Zemo walked around the area. You kept trying to see what he was doing while at the same trying to make sure Zemo didn’t notice you.

Sharon runs into the room at that moment, “Guys, we’ve got to go”

Zemo quickly raises his hand, showing a gun he had found, and shoots the doctor dead.

“NO!” both you and Sam shouted, looking at Zemo in shock. Sam crashes into Zemo, holding him against the wall to stop him from shooting anyone else. You rush over and prize the gun out of Zemo’s hand, chucking it to the floor.

Before you got another moment to think, the whole crater exploded. You were flung back down, hitting your head against the floor. Searing pain crossed the back of your head and you let out a yelp of pain.

Groaning, you raised your hand to your head. Pulling it back, you see your hand covered in blood.

“Shit” you mutter trying to wipe your hand on your clothes.

You felt arms wrap around you, pulling you off the floor. You blink, trying to get the dust out of your eyes as the arms guide you out of the rubble. Finally, in the sunlight, you realize Zemo has his hands on your side pulling you along. Just as you two left the remains of the building, it explodes behind you.

“Are you okay?” Zemo questions as he turns you around to look at him. His eyes glanced up and down you in worry as he takes in the extent of your injuries.

“Yeah, I’m fine, Zemo, were they still in there!?” you ask anxiously as you look back to the burning building.

“They’ll be fine, come we need to go,” Zemo insisted, grabbing a hold of your hand again pulling you along. Your head still seized with pain making you trip slightly, but you kept it together.

“Where the hell are we going?” you ask but Zemo doesn’t answer he just keeps running and pulls you up onto a crater.

“Zemo!” you exclaim in annoyance, then your eyes widen as he pulls something out of his pocket.

“What the fuck is that”

“My mask, ”

“Your what now? Since when have you had a mask!” you question, looking at him confused.

“I’ve always had one. Now you need to duck” he ordered, looking over the edge of the crater.

“Why should I do that”

He rolls his eyes and wrenches you down, “Can’t you listen to me for once y/n'' he exclaims. He then grabs your gun and heads to the front of the crate wearing his mask. He shoots a pipe, and it explodes, sending a shock wave through you. You collapse to the ground feeling faint from the blood loss and Zemo rushes back to you.

He puts his hand on the back of your head to help you up, and his eyes widen when he pulls his hand away to see blood covering it.

“Why didn’t you say something” he angrily muttered.

“I’m fine” you groaned, but the black spots you could see in your vision said otherwise.

Zemo wrapped one arm under your legs and the other under your back and picked you up. He held you close to his chest as he ran forward holding you in his arms,

After a few minutes, he helps you stand up, letting you lean on him. You hated how dependent you were on Zemo at this moment, but a darker side of you enjoyed being this close to him. Leaning against a crate, you watch as Zemo finally pulls off his mask and opens one crate. Your eyes widen in shock as you watch him ride out in a car.

He gets out and opens the passenger seat door for you. Putting one arm around your waist and making you wrap your arm around his shoulder. He guides you to the car and helps you in. Both of you don’t speak. He knew you were too embarrassed to, and at this moment he didn’t want to push you.

Driving along you two picked up Sam and Bucky, who were thankful for seeing you alive. The car drive lasted a few hours, but eventually, you arrived at a new city where Zemo had a place you could stay.

Zemo got out of the car to help you out, but by this time you're determined to not rely on him. You pushed the door open, swung your legs out, tried to stand up, and almost fell over, but Bucky grabbed you.

“She needs medical help,” Zemo demanded as he opens the door to the house to let you in. Bucky excuses himself for a walk as Sam and Zemo help walk you into the building. They guide you to the sofa and lay you down. Sam finds some bandages to apply to your head while Zemo pours out some whiskey for you.

“To get rid of the pain,” he says, handing it to you. He sits beside you, gently putting his hand over the bandage on your head.

“Watch it” Sam growls glaring at him,

“My apologies,” Zemo quipped, removing his hand and your heart sinks a bit as he moves away.

With the pain easing, you eventually drift off into a light sleep. You don’t know how long you slept for, but when you woke up and looked around the room, you were in was empty. Feeling stronger, you stand up and start looking around the room. You notice a door off to the side where you could hear running water. Heading towards it, you gently knock on the door.

The water stops, and the door opens slightly to reveal Zemo on the other side. As he sees you, he opens the door and pulls you into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

“I-I didn’t mean to come in here, I just wanted to see who was around” you mutter as your eyes flicker up and down Zemo. He was currently dressed in a bathrobe, and from the way it looks, not much else. Your eyes focused on the necklace that hung around his neck. How low the bathrobe dipped, exposing a part of his chest. You felt your core warming up and your mind filled with thoughts.

Zemo chuckles as he watches your eyes run up and down him, “Liking what you see?”

You freeze, bringing you back to reality. “N-no” you say, turning around trying to open the door but Zemo wraps his arms around you pulling you to him. He leans his face into your neck kissing it making your eyes flutter shut and let out a slight moan.

“How's your head?” Zemo asks, pulling back from you and raising his hand to touch the bandage.

You turn your head slightly, looking at him annoyed. Hopping from trying to seduce you to a casual conversation as nothing happened.

“I’m fine”

“Well, forgive me darling for not believing you but last time you said that you weren’t”

“I feel better...thank you for helping me”

“Anytime darling” he whispers in your ear. As his body presses into you, you could feel near your ass a bulge pressing against you.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” he then asks

“I haven’t” you quickly reply. He turns you around and pushes you against the door, tilting his head and staring intently

“Don’t lie to me y/n”

His serious glare makes you feel fuzzy, makes you feel warm but also angry at him. He knows very dam well why you have.

“Because Zemo, you are supposed to be a bad guy. Someone I should hate! I shouldn’t be doing thinking things of you”

He leans towards you, his lips grazing yours, “Such as?”

You pause for a moment, knowing you shouldn’t step over this line, but you just can’t help it.

“Fucking you”

“Oh? Such dirty thoughts. I thought you were above such things.” Zemo purrs

“Stop teasing me!” You whine. You try to lean forward to capture his lips but he leans back, putting his finger on them.

“Ah y/n, I want you to make a promise before we get anywhere”

“What”

“Please...don’t ignore me”

You look into his eyes and for once it was like the mask he always wore, of a self-absorbed man slipped away. You were staring into the eyes of a desperately lonely man.

“I promise, but Sam and Bucky can’t know”

Zemo grins, his teeth flashing. “I won’t tell if you don’t”

His lips crash onto yours, hungrily pressing against them. You open your mouth as his tongue explores yours. His hands wander up and down your body, pressing hard against your skin. He roughly grabs your arms and pushes you over to the sink. He picks you up and places you onto it. His lips leave yours, trailing down your jaw and neck.

His fingers venture downwards as well, slipping past the hem of your trousers. He moves them down past your underwear and slips into your private parts. You gasp as his fingers graze over your clit. The feeling sending shivers through you. You can feel Zemo smirking against your skin as he leaves a hickey against your collarbone. You grasp his hair, tugging on it, making him moan into your skin.

He removes his hands from you and grasps a hold of your trousers, pulling them off. He quickly pulls down your underwear while you remove your shirt. You attempt to grasp his bathrobe, but he ducks down.

He slowly parts your thighs, trailing kisses along them as he moves closer to your core. Your legs felt like jelly, as you expected him. He chuckles looking up to you, “So needy for me” he jested before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking.

You chuck your head back, moaning in pleasure as warmth floods your core. Your hands grasp his hair, holding him tightly as he continues to lick and suck at your clit.

“Be careful Y/n, these rooms are not soundproof” he says, releasing his lips from you but you are beyond the point of caring. You wrap your thighs around his head, pushing back to you.

His fingers touch your core, finding it soaked where they easily slip inside. You moan at the feeling of his fingers stretching you out. He pumps them in and out of you at a rapid rate while his tongue twisted on your clit, eliciting moans out of you.

“Zemo” you gasp as you felt your limit coming. “Zemo I’m going to-” you break off, unable to finish the sentence as you finally release as you see stars.

After a few moments, you are brought back to reality as you can feel Zemo run his tongue up your core drinking you in. He pulls back from you and stands up. His eyes trailing up and down your body as you lie there recovering from your pleasure. “So beautiful” he whispers.

You reach forward, grabbing a hold of his bathrobe and tugging it down his body till he wasn’t covered anymore. He swiftly moves over to a draw, pulling out a condom wrapper. Tearing it open with his mouth, he pulls the condom out and slips it onto himself.

His hands reach out to you, wrapping them around your body, pulling him closer to you. He rests his head on your shoulder as he pushes into you. You moan loudly in his ear as you feel him enter and cling to him, dragging your nails up and down his back. He grunts as he thrusts into you. Moaning as you squeeze your legs tighter for him. He trails kisses on your shoulder, gently biting a part of your skin.

“Y/N” he breathes, pulling back from your shoulder and claiming your lips again.

He pulls back from your lips and smirks at you teasingly, “Are you going to call me daddy again?”

You flush bright red remembering that night, “Damn you” you rasp out

He chuckles, leaning back towards your ear, “I don’t mind if you do”

At that moment he hits a certain spot within you, making you cry out. “There Daddy, please” you gasp and he complies, attempting to hit the spot again within you. His hands sneak back down and rub your clit, making jolts of pleasure run through you.

You feel yourself coming to another release, making you tangle your hands in his hair. You let it all out, seeing stars. After a few more thrusts, Zemo slows down and lets out a moan.

You two stay like that for a few minutes, just holding each other. Eventually, Zemo pulls back, pulling his condom off. He brushes the hair away from your face and gently places a kiss on your lips.

“You were great darling”

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Every Little Thing

Pairing: Colin Shea x fem!Reader

Words: ~4.3k

Summary: You and Colin are two slutty pea in a pod neighbors, but maybe you could be more?

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, f receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex), idiots in love, excessive alcohol consumption, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: Ugh, I love Colin and I can’t believe it took me so long to write him. Before I get a bunch of notes about it, they’re gonna realize their feelings eventually but it might take a couple fics because they’re both morons, but they’re pretty morons so it’s fine 😉

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Oh god, what the fuck was that noise? Why was your phone ringing at 8 AM on a fucking Sunday?

You picked up the offensive object and growled when you got a look at the caller ID.

“Colin, it’s Sunday morning, this had better be really good. I didn’t get home until 4 AM.”

“She won’t fucking leave.” He hissed over the line. “She wants to go out for waffles.”

“I fail to see how this is my problem.” You grumbled, rolling over onto your back and flinging your arm over your eyes. “Just ditch her at the fucking waffle place.”

“C’mon, Y/N, that’s like a second date. What about our deal?” That fucking deal, he definitely benefitted more from it than you did.

“You’re an asshole.” You mumbled, sitting up with an exhausted groan. “Gimme 5 minutes.”

“You’re the best!” You could hear the fucking grin in his voice and rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah, I fucking know.” You didn’t wait for him to confirm before you hung up on him, stretching your whole body as you moved to put on some clothes.

It only took you a few minutes to pull on some old jeans and a sweatshirt and then you were stomping across the hall to Colin’s apartment, determined to make this as uncomfortable as possible for him. 

“Colin Shea!” You pounded on the door viciously. “This is your wife! I found your little love nest! What hooker do you have in there now?”

You couldn’t help but grin to yourself as you heard a commotion from inside, someone was cursing up a storm and you were pretty sure you heard a couple of slaps.

“I can hear you in there.” You tried to make it sound like you were on the verge of tears. “What about Colin Junior? I’m not raising that baby on my own, you bastard!”

The door slammed open and a very angry looking woman stormed out, shooting a glare over her shoulder and calling Colin a motherfucker as she scurried down the stairs. He came rushing after her with a frustrated look on his face, rubbing the side of his jaw and scowling when he got a look at the shit eating grin on your face.

“My wife?” He asked incredulously, grabbing his hoodie and pulling it over his naked torso as you just continued laughing at him. “That was kinda mean.”

“8 AM on a Sunday, Shea.” You booped his nose with your finger and winked at him before turning to head back to your place. “You wake me up before 10 AM on a weekend and you take what you can get. I’m going back to bed.”

“Wait, Y/N, don’t you wanna have breakfast or something?” He jogged after you, ignoring the glower you shot him as you opened your door. “I’ll make you my famous eggs.”

“Did you not hear me when I said I got in at 4 AM?” You frowned at him when he kept you from closing your front door. “Colin, quit being so clingy. If I wanted to have breakfast with some annoying dude I would’ve actually brought that lawyer from last night home.”

“A lawyer, huh?” He was giving you one of those stupid looks that he typically reserved for girls he was trying to bang but that he definitely knew didn’t work on you. “And that didn’t even do it for you.”

“I mean, I still rode that beard for a good hour, but he was super depressing.” You kept knocking your door against his foot with an annoyed air. “Which is why I need to sleep, so get out of my fucking doorway.”

“Fine, we’re hanging out later though!” He called as you slammed the door in his face.

You just ripped off your clothes and crawled back into bed, burying your face in your pillows and cursing the sun as you did your best to fall back asleep.

It must have happened at some point, because you woke up six hours later with a mouth full of cotton and absolutely drenched in sweat. Why was it so fucking hot?

The pillow case tried to come with your face when you rolled out of the bed and you threw it away from you with a huff as you padded to inspect your air conditioner. 

It wasn’t on. You knelt in front of it and whined as you tried flicking it off and on and nothing happened. This could not be happening, not with summer just about to start. It was supposed to be in the 90s today. No matter what you tried, it didn’t turn on. Granted, all you tried was unplugging it and plugging it back in, but that always worked with your computer.

The call to the repair company was no luck, they were closed for the weekend. This was going to suck, you fucking hated being hot. You moved to your kitchen to try to find some way to cool off after opening every damn window in your place to hopefully get some kind of air circulation going.

That’s when you spotted it. 

The frozen margarita machine you had bought on an absinthe fueled online shopping spree and never gotten around to returning. It was like a little miracle right there in your kitchen, designed to help you cool off and get drunk so you could forget about how fucking hot it was while you did the week’s worth of chores you had been procrastinating.

You hummed happily when that first gulp of frozen tequila goodness slid down your throat, and maybe you shouldn’t have chugged the whole thing but who fucking cared, it was hot. Time flew by as you downed those things like it was your fucking job, scrubbing your pots and pans and singing little songs to yourself.

Music started drifting through your open windows but you barely registered it even as you started singing along because it was Queen and how could you not.

It was the third time you had filled that margarita machine and you were feeling fantastic, dancing around your kitchen as you continued cleaning your dishes. Whoever was playing music was still going strong and you began belting when they started doing Seven Seas of Rhye.

“You are mine, I possess you, I belong to you foreveeeEEER!”

“Hey, Y/N!”

Your badass high note devolved into a shriek and you turned to chuck the cup you were holding at the intruder on the fire escape, cursing when you saw it was Colin. He managed to duck out of the way at the last second with a muttered fuck and you sighed as you watched your mug sail over his shoulder.

“Fuck, Shea, that was my favorite mug!” You pouted, stamping your foot a little and taking another gulp of your margarita. “What the fuck are you doing on my fire escape?”

He gave you a stupid cocky grin as he watched to try to lean on one hand on your counter and almost go down when you missed it at the last second.

“Are you drunk, honey?” Fuck him for calling you honey, that wiley asshole. “We could hear you singing from the roof.”

“I’m just a little buzzed.” You hiccupped. “Who’s we?”

“My band.” He crawled into your apartment and caught you when you tripped over your own feet again, still grinning at you like an idiot. “The ones you were singing along with.”

“That was your band?” You had never realized how blue his eyes were. “You guys sound great!”

“Yeah, you sound pretty good yourself.” He grabbed the cup you were holding and gave it a sniff, coughing a little before he set it on the counter. “Maybe you should come hang out with us instead of drinking what I think is blended jet fuel and ice all by yourself.”

“If I’m gonna hang out with you guys I think I should bring a pitcher of margs.” He was really fucking pretty, had you noticed that before? “Don’t wanna be a bad hostess.”

“Oh, baby, you’re wasted.” He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear and you felt your chest flutter a little bit. “No more margs for you. Come sing with us while you sober up. No, no.” He pulled you back when you tried to crawl out the window and started dragging you towards your door. “Ladder doesn’t really seem like a good idea right now, let’s take the stairs.”

You tossed your head back as you laughed, slapping his chest while you leaned heavily on him and let him guide you through the hall and to the stairs to the roof. Those were some firm pecs, you were a little marvelled at the way your palm just bounced right off so you slapped it again.

“Wow.” It was like your hand was moving independently from your brain as you gave him a pretty brazen squeeze. “Your tits are fantastic, Colin.”

“Holy shit, Y/N!” He was laughing hysterically when he shoved the door to the roof open. “Your drunk game is on point sweetie. Guys, this is Y/N, the killer vocals you heard from downstairs. She’s a little tipsy.”

They introduced themselves and you promptly forgot all of their names, your hand trailing down Colin’s chest until you could press it against his abs. This was getting weird, it’s not like you hadn’t seen him naked before. But seeing and touching were apparently two very different things.

“We still doing Queen, boys?” You said, finally tearing your eyes away from Colin after poking him in the bellybutton and grinning when he made a noise like the Pillsbury doughboy. “Cos I’m good with whatever.”

“What about some Journey?” He slung his SG over his shoulder and watched you carefully as you grabbed the mike one of his bandmates was handing you. “You wanna sit down, hon?”

“Don’t call me hon, sweetheart.” You teased, giving him a wink and tapping the mike a couple of times. “I’ll be fine. Journey feels a little basic but ok. Faithfully or Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’?”

That grin he gave you should not have been affecting you like this, maybe you did have too many margaritas. The bassist started playing the opening riff to Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’ and your grin got even wider, your hips moving to the beat as you kept your eyes on Colin. You laughed happily when he joined in with the guitar part, joining in after the piano had done its thing and losing yourself in the music.

He could not take his eyes off of you, he was pretty sure you’d never been this fucking cheerful around him before. Not that you were especially grumpy or anything, or that your typical dry wit didn’t immediately endear you to him. But seeing you with that goofy grin as you sang every fucking Journey song they had in their roster until the sun set was not helping the already prodigious crush he had on you. 

Now the two of you were sitting on the couch he had dragged up there months ago and watching his bandmates pack up their gear, saying goodbye to each of them as they headed down the stairs and left you two to lean against each other and sigh happily. You had your legs flung over his lap as he plucked at his guitar strings lazily, kicking your feet slowly and leaning back on the sofa as you watched him closely and sipped on a bottle of water.

“You ever do any actual performing, honey?” He asked, his fingers running over your calf absentmindedly. “Cos with that voice you could probably line up some gigs.”

“Just karaoke.” You murmured. You were definitely sobering up now, but you were still hyper aware of his hands on your skin and it was giving you some feelings you weren’t totally sure about. “Lemme see that thing.”

“What?” He gave a little huff when you grabbed the neck of his guitar and pulled it into your lap. “Baby, do not tell me you play.”

“I mean, it’s been a little while, but I think I remember a couple chords.” You gave him another grin and his chest started to hurt.

“Jesus, a couple chords?” He laughed to cover the absolutely filthy sound he almost made when you started playing, it was like he had made you on a computer. “Honey, that’s Led Zeppelin.”

“Yeah, but it’s easy Zeppelin.” You teased, turning your body so you could lean against his chest and not missing the low rumble you felt when you tucked your head against his shoulder. “It’s Coda.”

“Uh-huh.” Being this close to you was doing something to him, he suddenly had the overwhelming urge to smell your hair. 

“Why haven’t we slept together, Col?” Fuck it, you might as well do this.

He choked on the water he was drinking, turning his face so he didn’t spit it all over you as you stopped your playing and grinned at him.

“I seem to remember giving it a good try when you moved in.” He managed to get himself under control and turned his face back to you. “But you said you had a rule about not fucking people who live in the same building as you. Something about not shitting where you eat.”

“That’s about sex with coworkers.” You said, scrunching your face up as you tried to remember what your exact justification had been.

“Which is what I told you.” He tried to scoot away from you but you followed after him. “To which you replied, ‘doesn’t matter, not gonna happen’.”

“Huh, that seems awful short-sighted of me.” You scooted closer again and this time he let you. “C’mon, we’ve fucked almost everyone else in this city, we’d have gotten to each other eventually anyways.”

“Jesus, what a romantic sentiment.” He was trying to focus real hard on his softeners, but they weren’t working with you squirming against him like that. “You really want to do this?”

“I mean, I think we’d enjoy it.” You set his guitar aside and turned so your chest was pressed to his. “It’s not like we’re gonna catch feels, or anything. Just gonna see what all the fuss is about.”

“Right.” Maybe this would get his little crush out of his system. “Let’s not do it on the roof, though.”

“God, no. My place?” You stood up and started heading towards the fire escape.

“Yeah, ok.” He watched you climb down to your apartment before sliding down the ladder after you like the damn frat boy he was.

As soon as he climbed in the window you were dragging him towards you, swallowing his tiny cry of surprise when you pulled his mouth to yours. His lips were unbelievably soft against your own, and when he opened up and stroked your tongue with his? 

Fuck.

“Shit, Colin.” You purred when he started trailing his lips down your throat. “I feel like maybe we should’ve done this sooner.”

“Yeah, maybe.” His voice was muffled as his mouth moved to your chest, one hand moving to hook under the neckline of your camisole and pulling on it until your breasts popped out. “Well fuck me. No wonder you know so much about fantastic tits.”

You laughed at that, arching into his face and grinning down at him as he buried his face between your tits and gazed at you through his lashes. Those stupid, long as all fuck lashes that were brushing against your skin as he mouthed at your soft curves. 

“Jesus, fuck.” You wound your fingers through his hair when he dragged his tongue over your nipple, tugging on it softly and guiding him further into your apartment. “God, you really know how to use that mouth of yours, sweetie.”

“Oh, honey, you don’t even know.” He teased, moving his face back to yours and lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist as he started carrying you towards your bedroom.  “You wanna find out, though?”

“You tease all the girls you fuck this much?” You nipped at his lips and grinned when he moaned into your mouth, reaching behind you to open the door to your bedroom. 

“Nah, that’s just for you, baby.” He cooed, giving you a quick peck on the lips before dropping you on the bed with a huff.

Every place his fingers touched sent a jolt of heat through your body straight to your core, your eyes never leaving his as he started kissing and nipping his way down your torso after pulling your cami over your head. He grinned against your thigh when you moaned after he yanked your shorts down your legs, sucking a soft bruise into your flesh before rubbing his face over your clothed core and inhaling deeply.

You throbbed under his lips as he pressed gentle kisses over the fabric that covered your mound, hooking your legs over his shoulders and trying to grind into him when he tugged at your panties with his teeth and let them snap back into place teasingly. His fingers skimmed up your legs until he could hook them under the band of your panties and drag them off you, sighing heavily when he settled back between your thighs and got a good look at you.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He spread you apart with his fingers and flicked his tongue out to run over your slit softly, moaning when he finally tasted you. 

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” You ran your fingers through his hair and beamed at him, rolling your hips against his face when he sucked your pussy lips into his mouth with a low hum.

Colin chuckled into your cunt at that, pressing gentle kisses all over your soft folds before dragging his tongue over you in a heavy stripe. Your body reacted immediately when he reached your clit, your back arching off the bed and your legs curling around his neck as he repeated the same process but at a much slower pace. 

Two of his fingers slid inside you as he wrapped his lips around your clit and you keened, gripping his hair by the roots and tugging hard when he started stretching you open while his lips drove you wild. The rhythm of his suction and release matched the curling of his fingers inside you and made you want to scream, your free hand reaching above your head and digging hard into your pillow as your body tried to rise off the bed when he brought you right to the edge of your peak right away. 

“Col, Colin, oh fuck.” He felt like your thighs were gonna suffocate him but those sounds you were making for him had him past the point of caring about a silly thing like oxygen. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Your whole body seized against his face as you let out a gorgeous fluttering moan, soaking his lips and chin in your release as he hummed with satisfaction into your pussy. He sat up when you finally released him, removing his clothes in a rush as he watched you pant underneath him and run your tongue over your lips. God, you were fucking beautiful, he couldn’t believe he’d waited so long to do this.

Before you had a chance to say anything he was hooking your knee over his elbow and thrusting into you, sheathing himself to the hilt in one smooth motion and releasing his breath in a thin hiss when he felt your satiny walls flutter around him. 

“Ah, fuck, you feel amazing.” He ducked his face to catch your lips with his before pulling back with a groan. “Shit, I forgot a condom. Uh, I’m clean, just got tested last week.”

“God, you’re fine sweetie.” You brought a hand up to cup his jaw and ran a thumb over his cheek in a soothing gesture. “Also clean and I have an IUD, so we’re peachy. I am a little mad at you though.”

“Yeah, why?” He wasn’t too worried, you were still grinning at him as he started moving his hips slowly.

“Well, Jesus, fuck, you’re big.” You almost lost your train of thought when he tilted your hips just a bit and his cock hit you deep. “I usually like to reciprocate oral, sweetie. I barely even got a look at what you’re packing down there.”

“You’ve seen it before.” He groaned when you wrapped your free leg around his hips and rolled your body against his.

“Just glances though.” You gripped his biceps and dug your nails in, biting your lip as he continued dragging his length over every inch of you at an agonizing pace. “And never hard.”

“Honey, there’s no way I’m pulling out for you to take a good look so you’re gonna have to make due.” He teased, grinding against your clit and grinning when your eyes fluttered closed.

“Fine.” You huffed, frowning a little before winking at him. “We’re switching then.”

“What?”

You didn’t answer, just giving him a cocky grin and gripping his hips with your thighs. One quick move and he was under you, a small sound of surprise leaving his lips when you were suddenly straddling his hips and grinning down at him.

“Oh yeah, that’s better.” You placed one palm on the center of his chest and curled your fingers through his chest hair as you rose up on your knees before sinking down again nice and slow, loving the low groan you felt reverberate in his chest when you clenched around him. “Good for you, Col?”

“Yes, yeah, s’ good.” He was completely mesmerized by you, his eyes trailing over your body as you arched your back and continued to ride him. 

The way he was reacting to you was making it hard for you to focus on what you were doing, his eyes soft and relaxed on yours and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he slowly moved his hips to meet your own. You could’ve lost yourself in those eyes if you really wanted to.

Shit, none of that.

His fingers started trailing up your sides when he fucked up into you suddenly and he lost it at the way your tits bounced for him, sitting up with a whine and nuzzling into your chest before wrapping his lips around your nipple as he started bucking wildly.

“Shit, fuck, Colin.” He was hitting your cervix with each punch of his hips and it was taking all your self control to not pass out from how hard he was railing you, wrapping your legs around him and dragging your lips over his jaw. “Baby, you’re gonna make me come again.”

“Yeah? Good.” He cupped your jaw and brought your face back to his, tugging at your lips with his teeth while he gazed into your eyes. “I wanna watch your face while you come.”

You kept your eyes open and trained on his, worrying his bottom lip with your teeth and resting your forehead against his as you felt a warm coil gathering in the pit of your stomach. It was like you were falling into those lust blown pools as he took you apart, your lips crashing against his as the coil snapped and you gasped his name into his mouth. 

The feeling of your entire body fluttering around him was too much, and he followed you with a low growl. He muttered your name under his breath as he spilled his cum inside you, holding you close to his chest and rubbing his nose against yours.

You fell on top of him when he collapsed back against the bed, the two of you laughing breathlessly as you tangled your limbs and molded your lips together before pulling back and gazing at each other some more. Both of you lost yourselves for just a beat, your chests heaving against each other’s before disconnecting and rolling off the bed in two opposite directions as you did your best to compose yourselves.

“I’d say you definitely earned all those screams I’ve heard coming from your apartment, Shea.” You teased, trying your best to lighten the mood and not dwell on the desire you had to ask him to spend the night. 

“Yeah, well I’ve always thought so.” He was avoiding looking at you as much as possible, searching the room for his clothes and fighting the urge to pull you back into the bed and snuggle with you. “Have you seen my converse?”

“Yeah, here.” You shoved his shoes at him after pulling an oversized tee over your head. “Well, I’ve got work in the morning, so…”

“Right, I’ll, um, I’ll talk to you later, I guess.” He shuffled towards your front door and pulled it open before leaning back to look at you one more time. “You can join us for band practice any time, by the way.”

“That would be great.” That smile you were giving him made him feel like his heart was going to break. “I promise not to be sloppy drunk next time.”

“Aww, drunk Y/N was pretty fun, but ok.” He winked at you then left in a hurry, slamming the door behind him. 

You fell back on your bed and ran your hands over your face in frustration, hating yourself for coming up with this stupid idea because now all you wanted was to have breakfast with that beautiful idiot tomorrow after sleeping on top of his chest.

“Goddamn it.”

Colin grabbed himself a beer when he got back to his apartment and chugged it, sinking into one of his barstools and considering the fact that he was absolutely not over his crush after everything the two of you had just done.

“Shit.”

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Haikyuu Dads celebrating Mother's Day | Osamu, Iwaizumi, & Kuroo

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Pairings: Osamu x Reader, Iwaizumi x reader, Kuroo x Reader.

Flavor: Fluffy af bby ☁️

Reader: Female Mother!Reader

Format: Drabbles (1.1k words total)

Warnings: None, just fluffy mom (y/n) enjoying her lovely family.

A/N: Mother's Day just really sent me into a Haikyuu dads brainrot and these scenarios have been stuck in my head all day. Enjoy!

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Osamu

You tried to stifle your giggles as you sat at your home’s dining room table, the sound of childish bickering and hushed laughter coming from behind the closed kitchen door. “I’ll take the plates, you take the flowers,” the voice of one of your little boys demanded. “Nuh, uh! S’ my turn to take the food, I pwomise I won’t dwop it,” the youngest of the two boys replied while you could hear your husband’s quiet snorts in the background. Your face of surprise was ready when the door swung open a few seconds later to reveal your two sons holding onto either side of a plate, your husband standing behind them keeping an eye on them and the food so it got soundly to where you sat. Osamu and you exchanged a soft smile at the sight of your two boys working together with a concentrated pout that reminded you of their father’s as they slowly brought the food over. Heart-shaped onigiris of your favorite flavor plated with sesame seeds forming a smiley face were placed in front of you, the oldest smiling proudly as he boasted about how they made them themselves. You ruffled their hair and congratulated both boys who beamed at your comment on how they were greater cooks than their father. The cook in question sharing a knowing grin with you, both aware that in reality, he had made all the bases while the kids ensembled the shapes. “Happy Mother’s Day!” The two kids hugged you tightly in your chair, climbing onto you as you hug them back, feeling your heart swell with pride at what your husband and you had created. “Happy Mother’s Day,” Osamu said as he walked over to you, his lazy smirk paired with eyes full of love as his rough hand lifted your chin to capture your lips in a kiss. “Eww get a woom!” the youngest one exclaimed, as the older one made gagging sounds, you and your husband breaking apart to share a surprised look as you both chuckled, trying to figure out where the little boy learned that, probably uncle Atsumu. That Sunday at home, as you shared lunch with your three favorite people in the world to celebrate, all you felt was warmth.

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Iwaizumi

Your eyes fluttered open at the feeling of your husband’s side of the bed being empty like it usually was early in the mornings, when he went for his run or cooked a healthy breakfast. He had kept this up even since the birth of your little girl, making it a bonding moment between them as he brought her energetic self along. Hajime knew how much effort it took to keep up with work and motherhood along with so many other things, so he loved sharing time with her daughter with the added bonus of it giving you a well-deserved rest. The sound of the bedroom door opening woke you from the gentle slumber you didn’t realize took over you to see your shirtless husband with your 8-month-old daughter babbling happily on one arm, both bathed in the warm sunlight of that beautiful Friday morning. Looking at where your daughter was reaching for before her familiar olive eyes landed on you, you were surprised to find a tray with a fruit smoothie and an omelet along with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. An amused smile appeared on your lips as you raised an eyebrow at Hajime as a form of a silent question. “Happy Mother’s Day,” he said, his voice still groggy and laced with sleep mindfully soft as to not to disturb the peace and quiet that enveloped the three of you like a spell, a love-sick smile on his face. “It’s today? Aww, thank you Haji,” you said wholeheartedly, the idea of this being the first of many years to come celebrating Mother’s Day making you teary-eyed as your husband put down the tray beside you. Giving you a peck, he hummed happily as he delicately took your daughter’s hands and waved them as he exclaimed in his baby talk voice; “happy first Mother’s Day mom, dad thought we should make it memorable.” You giggled at your husband’s antics, which nobody would guess considering his tough exterior. You and your daughter were and would always be his soft spot.

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Kuroo

A huff escaped your lips at the weight of two small bodies landing on top of you on the couch, they had managed to sneak up on you as you were immersed in your laptop propped up in the table in front of you. You and your husband had taken that Tuesday afternoon off to celebrate Mother’s Day, Tetsurou going to pick up your daughter and son from school as you headed home and wait for them there. Between huffs and breathy laughs, the two kids wished you a happy Mother’s Day for a second time that day, and you managed to thank them before you felt a much heavier body pile on top of you three. “Daaad!” The eldest son groaned playfully as he tried to push of your husband who was carefully putting down part of his body weight on all of you. “You’re heavy,” your little girl whined between giggles as she tried to shield herself in your grasp. “Am I heavy or are you three just weak?” You could hear Kuroo’s knowledgeable smirk in his voice, the same one you fell in love with, as you scoffed dramatically in response. “We’re stronger than you Mr. Know-it-all,” you said in a sing-song voice as you started pushing your husband off of you, him only allowing you to when his two kids joined him. Once you had all calmed down you hugged your children and thanked them for the colorful cards and macaroni frames they put all their efforts into making at school. “My turn,” your husband exclaimed with his mouth full as he placed down his slice of cake and plopped down next to you, pulling out a small bag from behind the couch. Inside was a necklace locket, that you opened to reveal a picture of the four of you. “Tetsu, it’s beautiful, thank you,” you said as you hugged him tightly, yet you both knew you weren’t just thanking him for the thoughtful gift, but also for the wonderful life that you had created together. “No, thank you,” he replied, his tone genuine and filled with love as your kids pouted. You spent the rest of the afternoon spending quality time as a family and reassuring your two kids that their gifts were better than their father’s, who cheered them up with his “infamous” science puns, as he liked to say.

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Pls I'm too soft for this😭 hmu with your thoughts and requests! <3

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Highway to Hell (dean winchester x gn!reader)

This is my entry for @deanwanddamons​’s Rock SPN Flash Fic Challenge 2. I can’t believe I kept it to 537 words, cause when I write, I write. I know that’s over the max, but just barely, and I promise I tried. Anyway, this one is also gender neutral, which is new territory for me since I usually write for fem!reader, but I’m trying to make my fics friendly for everyone, so baby steps, and here’s a little drabble for you ❤️

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word Count: 537

Divider: @firefly-graphics​​

Song: Highway to Hell -- AC/DC

Summary: Reader can’t help that Dean looks hot as hell when he’s driving Baby. They’ve already been to hell anyway. Surely a little more sinning won’t hurt.

Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), this is a road head fic people, dean’s classic rock obsession

Livin’ easy / Lovin’ free / Season ticket on a one way ride

AC/DC came blaring through the speakers. Dean’s fingers drummed along rhythmically on the steering wheel as he nodded and sang along. You snuck a peek at him from the passenger seat. Your hand rested on the door of the impala, feeling her purr beneath your fingertips.

You stared out the window for a while before looking over at Dean again. You knew you weren’t being all that subtle, but fuck it. Dean was your boyfriend, and subtlety had been abandoned a long time ago. 

Dean noticed you staring out of his periphery, and his trademark smirk appeared on his face. He probably wasn’t that surprised when your hand came snaking over the leather seat and onto his denim-clad thigh, but his eyebrows raised anyway.

“Woah there, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “A little eager, aren’t we? You can’t wait until we get back?”

You scooted a little closer on the seat as an answer, your chin now hovering over his thigh. You gave him a smirk of your own and let your hand run from his shoulder to his chest, down into his lap, resting on the zipper of his jeans. He inhaled sharply as your hand wandered, finding his now growing bulge and rubbing it through his pants. 

Highway to Hell / I’m on the Highway to Hell

AD/DC was still blaring through the speakers, but Dean wasn’t singing anymore. You had palmed him through the fabric until you heard his breathing hitch, before undoing the button and zipper of his jeans and taking out his hardened cock from his boxers. Wrapping your hand around him, you caught your breath, loving how small your hand looked compared to his size.

Moving even closer to him, you hovered your mouth over his tip, and he shivered in anticipation when he felt the warmth of your breath. He groaned and placed his hand lightly on your head, not pushing down, just stroking your hair. Lowering your head just slightly, you kitten-licked the tip teasingly, but when you tasted the salty pre-cum on your tongue, you decided that was enough waiting. 

Hollowing your cheeks you took him in until your lips touched the top of your hand, still wrapped around his impossibly hard cock. The noise he gave in response was better than the music coming from the impala’s speakers. Licking and sucking him like he was the best thing you’d ever tasted, you let your saliva coat his dick, making it easier for you to pump and twist your hand around him.

“Goddamn, Y/N,” a moan fell shamelessly from Dean’s lips. “You’re so good, baby. Gonna make me cum.”

His praise encouraged you even more, and it wasn’t long before Dean’s knuckles tightened around the wheel. He let out a guttural noise as he came, shooting his load down your throat. Breathing hard, he looked at you as you rested your head on his thigh.

“Sure look like an angel to me, but only a devil could sin that good,” he murmured, chuckling to himself. You just smirked, listening as the music faded out.

And I’m going down / all the way / I’m on the Highway to Hell.

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