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angelbvn · 1 year ago
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WHY ARE THE BANDAIDS LIKE HARD!??????!?
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daydaydayrk420 · 1 month ago
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I'm on my period right now. It was like five days late and it's hurting as fuck. All I can think about is Bucky Barnes/Logan Howlet helping me with easing the pain.
So because I want to... here's a cross-over because they're my favorite people ever so I guess this is mostly for me but I'm sure someone out there will enjoy it too
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I didn't want to put two GIFs so here's this instead with David Harbour in the background bcs we also love that man too
Men don't care about period blood
Top Bucky Barnes x bottom ftm reader x top logan howlet
⚠️period blood, sub-reader, taboo I guess, eating out, double penetration, not for weak stomachs⚠️
🚨 Minors and girls do not interact 🚨
Bear in mind i don't have testosterone so i still get my period. I hear your period stops when you have it but i have no clue cus i can't get my hands on it.
Fyi I started this on the fifth of November so my period is long gone as I write this and post it
Update... I'm going through another period and I'm laughing at my old me if he thought those were horrible cramps. Now? I can't even walk or the pain goes in my ass too.
Again ⚠️ MAJOR WARNING A LOT A LOT OF BLOOD PLAY ⚠️
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Blood. Everywhere.
Y/n didn't keep track of his cycle. Again.
So. Guess who woke up with blood covered boxers this morning?
Y/n y/l/n.
Said man woke up in discomfort. He's in discomfort for multiple reasons.
One, his abdomen hurts as fuck.
Two, his thighs are sticking together from blood.
Three, wearing wet boxers isn't fun in general let alone blood-soaked boxers.
Four, the window is wide open and so is the door. He's fucking freezing.
Five, the bed is empty. His two veterans must've stayed up again.
Both Bucky and Logan prefer the colder weather so it's no surprise the windows and doors are wide open so the breeze flows through.
Y/n groans in frustration and covers his face. But he doesn't attempt to move yet. He's angry enough that he's too lazy to move. He's already covered in blood anyway what's the point of rushing.
But the cold breeze pushes him out of bed. He slowly gets up so he doesn't get the blood on more surfaces than it already is and goes to close the window.
Once that's done he goes to his dresser and gets his period boxers. He goes to the bathroom, strips his now red boxers off, and throws them in the washer.
Once the washer goes off he takes a quick shower to clean the blood off. Then he lets his body air dry as he searches for his menstrual cup. He makes sure to slide around with a towel under his legs so in case any blood drips it doesn't fall on the floor.
Eventually, he finds it and runs it under hot water to clean it.
"Why does it smell like murder in here?" Logan's gruff voice called out from the bedroom. Y/n only grunts knowing Logan can hear him because of his higher senses. Same with why he can smell the blood on the sheets so easily.
"Oh..." is the last thing the bleeding man heard before the bedroom was filled with sheet ruffling.
A couple of minutes later, Logan walked into the bathroom with the sheets he took off the bed and coveres. He stops the washer to add it in before setting it off again.
All while he did that y/n was zoned out sitiing on the toiled just letting the blood drip into it because it's way comfortable and easier. But you can't sit on the toilet for days. So Logan walks up to him and crouches in front of him.
At such proximity the veterans nose is hit with the strong smell of iron. "Hey, bub. You gonna get up some day." He keeps his voice soft so he doesn't set off y/n's mood randomizer.
The bleeding man snaps out of it and nods. He reaches for his cup again. Logan nods too and kisses his hurting lovers' forehead before leaving so he can have some privacy.
Meanwhile, Bucky is in the kitchen desperately trying to figure out the new coffee machine they got as a gift from y/n's friend.
He lets out a few curses under his breath as he tries to understand what's happening. That's until a hairy hand reaches around him and presses a few buttons, and boom. The coffee is brewing.
The metal armed man groans and chukles afterward. "Thanks, pup." He smiled at the smaller man with kitty ears hair behind him. Being a part of a throuple with two other short men helps with y/n's dysphoria. (Comic heights)
Logan grunts in response. He doesn't like being called pup, but no matter how many times he says it, y/n and Bucky still call him that. It's what he gets for calling everyone, bub. It's basically the same thing, but instead of b, it's p.
They both silently watch the coffee drip into the mug.
"James!" Y/n groans in frustration. The veterans tense up but look at each other, wondering which one he's yelling at.
"Both of you!" That snaps the two veterans out of their tranz and run towards y/n.
Said man is standing in the living room staring at their cat, who's covered in mud, that was dripping from Bucky's and Logan's shoes.
The white fur is now brown and sticky as the adorable feline wiggles on her back as if asking for belly rubs.
The bleeding man looks at the veterans and glares. They know what that means, and Bucky grabs Alpine while Logan grabs the boots. They both take them to the bathroom to wash off.
Y/n goes to the kitchen and takes Bucky's finished coffee. He grabs something to eat and goes to the living room. He opens the box of chocolate chip cookies and starts stuffing his face with the cookies and the coffee.
"Hey, that was mine." Bucky chuckled when he noticed y/n is drinking his coffee.
The bleeding man only grumbles and keeps drinking.
Bucky chuckles and goes to make another coffee. This time, he tries to remember what Logan did for the machine to work. Surprisingly, he figures it out and makes a simple black coffee.
Soon, Logan joines them with a cat burrito. He sets alpine who's wrapped in a tortilla blanket on y/n's lap and kisses his forehead before going to the kitchen.
The day goes by painfully slow for the man in pain. He's used up all his last painkillers. Normally, Logan or Bucky would've gone to buy more, but to y/n's luck today, it's a national holiday. So. Everything is closed.
So y/n is left to suffer.
But! The veterans talked, and borh agreed to help their boyfriend with his pain.
The bleeding man is still sitting in the living room. Alpine purring loudly in his lap as she suckles and kneeds on the fluffly blanket covering y/n's thighs.
Logan walks into the living room and picks up alpine. Y/n is about to protest, but Logan sits in his lap instead.
Logan is basically the second house cat. He's got claws. He growls. He purrs. He loves cuddles. And he's tiny enough to comfortably hold him in a lap. Besides the weight. But y/n's likes the weight. It's calming.
That's until Logan starts peppering kisses on the bleeding man's neck. He can feel y/n tense up so he starts to purr to calm him down again.
"Damn you" y/n huffed but pulled Logan closer.
Bucky watches from the doorway.
Usually, y/n is the one on top. He loves using his strap. But when he's on his period, the vetrans want to take care of him instead.
Y/n knows what's happening. He's not dumb. Is he in the mood? He's not sure. But he'll let it play out and see.
And so it did. Y/n is now naked in bed. A large towel under his hips and thighs as he watches Bucky setting up any necessary extra towels.
Logan is in the bathroom probably looking for their box of extra condoms and lube.
Y/n is hit with immense cramps and clutches his stomach. Bucky notices and immediately sits with him. The metal-armed man rubs circles onto y/n's belly.
He decides to skip the waiting and slowly reaches between the bleeding man's legs. Said man gasps and looks at Bucky who only gives him a reassuring smile.
Bucky slowly reaches down and gently removes the menstrual cup before taking it to the bathroom where Logan takes the cup and sends Bucky back.
When Bucky returned he saw y/n curled up in a ball, clenching his belly with his eyes shut tight.
The metal armed man immediately rushed to bed and pulled y/n to lay on his back. "Hey hey it's alright let me help." He said soothingly. Y/n whines and holds his abdomen.
Bucky slowly and gently removed the bleeding man's hands. He kisses his abdomen and gently runs his hands over those slightly bloodied thighs.
Not long after that Logan comes back with condoms, lube and some now found painkillers if the cramps get too bad.
Bucky slowly starts to kiss towards y/n's bleeding cunt. The moment his lips touch y/n's clit Bucky feels the body underneath him jump.
Logan sits by the hurting man's side and starts to kiss and purr against his skin to comfort him.
Y/n's face scrunches. He doesn't know if he wants it or not. So he just lets it play out and sees because he knows the veterans will stop if he asks.
The metal-armed man takes his time. His tongue slowly licks around the sensitive nub, licks down the outer sides of the inner lips. Then the inner sides. And eventually the opening. He stops when y/n's hand jump into his hair.
He slowly caresses y/n's thigh with his metal arm while Logan rubs y/n's abdomen and kisses his neck.
The mixture of kisses, caresses and Logan's purrs helps the bleeding man relax. He eventually eased the grip on Bucky's hair and lets him continue.
Bucky starts licking again. He doesn't want to use his fingers. He knows the tongue is enough when he's eating y/n out.
It doesn't take long before he's making out with the weeping cunt. He's like a starved man. And the way y/n's legs wrap around his head and squeeze only fuels him more. He rubs the clit with his nose as his tongue works wonders inside those bleeding walls.
Y/n's gasping and arching his back. His hand is gripping Bucky's hair so tight he's surprised he's not ripping them out. Logan can't help but stroke himself at the sight.
But this isn't for Logan. So he kisses his bleeding boyfriend and uses his free hand to play with y/n's nipple.
Y/n shakily reaches out and grabs Logan's dick. He doesn't like when the attention is only in him, so when Logan stops him, he nets out a whine in protest. The cat eared man chuckles and lets y/n do what he wants. That grin is slowly wiped off with a moan when he feels y/n's thumb right on his frenulum.
Logan cursed under his breath. Bucky is fully unaware of what's happening above him because he's too focused on his cunt makeout. He hasn't pulled up to breathe yet. But he doesn't seem to care.
Y/n does dare, though, so he tugs on Bucky's hair. He looks down to meet those beautiful blue eyes filled with passion. Bucky understands and lifts his head up to breathe. He looks like a hyena. Most of his chin is covered in blood. But it's not as messy as one would think, considering the blood mixes with the juices.
The former assassin finally notices how y/n is stroking Logan's dick.
"Should we take another step?" Bucky suggested. Logan groans with desperation but doesn't answer because it's y/n's matter.
The bleeding man thinks about it. He needs the release. Plus it'll help with the cramps. He nods and reaches for the condoms. Bucky stops him and grabs the box himself. He doesn't want y/n to move much.
The lube is forgotten. It's less likely that they'll need it. Bucky grabs a condom and hands it to Logan before he grabs one for himself. They carefully put them on.
Y/n sits up to straddle Logan's hips. He lays his back against the wolf's chest and tilts his head to bury his face in the wolf's neck. He rests one hand on Logan's that's resting on his belly to hold him in place, and puts the other one on Bucky's bicep for now.
Bucky first lines Logan up and lets y/n slowly sink onto him. The two men in front of Bucky moan.
Bucky just watches at first. He lets Logan gently rock his hips to start off with a gentle pace. Y/n keeps his face buried in Logan's neck.
Y/n knows that whenever he needs to dig his nails or teeth into something without having to hold back he can always use Logan for it. As much as Bucky loves the marks they all agreed that it's safer if y/n does it to Logan because of his healing factor so he doesn't have to worry and hold back on his pressure. And let's be honest. Logan is a masochist.
So y/n reaches back and digs his nails into Logan's bicep as he's hit with cramps. But Logan doesn't budge. He only groans and keeps a steady pace.
It doesn't take long before Bucky joins. He slowly pushes in to make sure the hurting man's body gets used to being penetrated twice at the same time.
It's not long after that that the throuple is a moaning and groaning mess.
"James" Y/n moans. He's so glad his boyfriends share a name. It's less complicated to moan for both of them. Bucky and Logan know the moan is meant for both of them. Also, a good reason why they don't get jealous over who gives better pleasure.
The boys speed up. Y/n gasps and arches his back. At this point he's forgotten the pain he woke up with as it's replaced with pleasure. "Close!" He cries out when he feels the familiar knot in his abdomen.
Both veterans start to attack their boyfriend's neck with kisses. They want to stimulate him as much as possible. Y/n's hands shoot to both of their hair and harshly grip them. They all let out curses under their breaths as they started to get sloppy.
"Yes yes yes yes yes" Y/n groans and squirts. He's not a squirter so this surprised all three of them.
Logan's senses go overload as he watches the liquid shooting onto Bucky's thighs. It's all too much for him and before he knows it he's filling his condom up.
Y/n lays against Logan who collapsed onto the pillows. They both pant and wait for Bucky to finish too.
Logan shakily reaches up and pulls Bucky into a heated kiss. The bleeding man whimpered at the sight.
Logan and Bucky smirked. They know what they're doing. So they purposely used more force into the kiss.
Y/n clenches around Bucky. That caused the metal-armed man to groan and pull away from the kiss. Bucky kisses the bleeding man instead. Y/n scratches at Bucky's back and returns the kiss.
That's all Bucky needs to let go and fill his condom too.
Bucky tries his best not to collapse so he can clean the three of them up. Once everyone's clean he joins them in bed. Logan and Bucky sandwich y/n between them and caresses his sore spots.
The bleeding man closed his eyes and murmured quiet thank yous before dozing off.
Logan and Bucky let themselves fall asleep too. They can't remember the last time they slept anyway.
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lo-55 · 4 years ago
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Shattered Chains of Fate Ch. 18
Water Fights and Yet More Strays
Ichigo eyed the water speculatively.
“I don’t like this,” he said loudly. Achilles, who was the one who had put him up to this in the first place, grinned like the asshole he was.
“Just try it. You never know, you might have an affinity for water magics.”
“I don’t think I have an affinity for  any magics, but whatever,” Ichigo grumbled.
“Who knows, maybe you have an affinity for Imaginary Numbers,” Cu suggested. Ichigo made a face.
“I still don’t understand how a number can even  be imaginary. It doesn’t make sense in math and it doesn’t make sense in mystic crap. How can anything squared be equal to negative one?!”
“And to think you once missed school,” Medusa teased.
Ichigo flipped her off without looking. They were gathered in the kitchen of his house, with Achilles sitting backwards in a chair while Medusa sat on the island and Cu leaned against the fridge. Ichigo stood above a sink filled with water, with a carefully drawn rune glowing faintly on the back of his left hand.
“Aren’t runes more germanic than greek? I don’t think-”
“Fucking do it already,” Achilles finally shoved his shoulder. Achilles’ orange scarf was draped across Ichigo’s shoulders again. It felt right to have it. He’d had it for the entirety of his last three singularities.
“How do you even know how to do this?” Ichigo grumbled, but dipped his hand in the water all the same. “I thought you were a fighter, not a mage.”
“My mother is a sea goddess,” Achilles reminds him. “Now go!”
Ichigo scowls fiercely but obediently pumps mana through the marking on the back of his hand.The water starts to glow around his hand softly, pale blue and growing brighter and brighter the more he pushed into it until it was borderline silver.
Slowly, Ichigo pulled his hand up, and brought a square of water with him. It shuddered and rippled before it starts sweating down the edges and the whole thing collapsed. It slammed into the basin. Ichigo jumped back with a startled shout.
Achilles howled with laughter while Ichigo glared at him, the whole front of his shirt soaked. Ichigo shoved his hand back into the water, shoved as much mana into it as he could and yanked his hand out and towards the Rider. The square exploded a second out of the water and pelted his servant mercilessly, sending the great hero shrieking and diving for cover.
Ichigo tried to keep a straight face, but when Achilles poked his head up from where he’d dived behind the island, his hair plastered to his skull and dripping water down his sharp cheeks, he cracked.
Ichigo grinned at him. “I don’t think I have an affinity, but you were right. It was fun.”
“I regret answering your summons,” Achilles lied. He stood slowly and grabbed a dish towel to try and dry his hair with.
“No, you don’t,” Ichigo said flatly.
“No, I don’t,” he agreed a second later. Achilles didn’t hold many grudges. At least not against Ichigo.
“You’re both clowns,” Medusa told them, shaking her head at them.
Ichigo subtly exchanged a loot with Achilles, who started to grin and turned away to hide it.
Ichigo turned around to the sink and started the water again. He made sure it was nice and cold before he picked up the spray hose and turned around.
Achilles shoved Medusa off her perch towards Ichigo just in time for him to pull the trigger and spray her straight on. Medusa screamed and threw her hands up to protect her face while her hair whipped out violently in hissing serpents.
Ichigo dove for Achilles, who grabbed him around the middle and shot out of the room with snakes hot on their heels. Ichigo gripped his shoulders tightly while Achilles spirited him away at high speeds into the other room.
They hid out behind the couch, waiting.
Medusa  was a creature of  vengeance. She would never stand for their sneak attack without retaliation.
Ichigo leaned against Achilles, his shoulders shaking with muffled laughter. “That was awful. She’s going to kill us.”
“It was totally worth it. Did you see her face?”
“I did. She looked like she was going to kill us.”
“Don’t worry master,” he patted his head. “I won’t let you die.”
Ichigo puffed at him. “I wonder what’s taking her so long.”
“You know, I have the strangest feeling I’m not gonna like the answer to that,” Achilles mused. He peeked over the back of the couch and paled. “Oh. I was right.”
Ichigo followed his example. Somehow, Medusa had enlisted Cu into helping her, and now each serpent in her hair was holding a ball of water with one of his runes in their mouths, like some horrifying gorgon water balloon launcher.
“Oh. Oh we’re dead.”
“Uh huh.”
The two looked at each other and booked it for the door. Ichigo shoved Achilles behind him, shouting, “Human shield!” and busted out into the sunlight just in time to get beaned in the back of the head with an absolutely freezing ball of water that sent him skidding face first across the grassy lawn.  
Ichigo spat grass out of his mouth and got up on his knees, water dripping down his orange hair. He shook himself out and sat back on his heels. Behind him he could hear the sounds of an war starting in his house.
Cu came wandering out a few minutes later, looking no worse for wear.
“I can’t believe you’re not getting involved in that,” Ichigo told him. Cu was usually always up for a good fight. The Caster shrugged.
“It seemed like more fun to come see you. I’m going fishing this afternoon.”
“That was a great non sequitur,” Ichigo said idly. Cu gave him a hand up and Ichigo brushed dirt off his shirt. He was a mess, wet and dirty and covered in grass stains. Yuzu was gonna have a fit.
“I’d like to come with, but I’m taking the girls over to Uryu’s this afternoon to start their training. He might not be able to use quincy powers anymore, but he can still see spirits, so he’ll be able to tell us if we’re doing something wrong.”
“Good luck,” Cu patted his shoulder. “You should get out of here before Medusa is done with Rider.”
Ichigo winced and agreed. Yeah, he really, really should.
“I’ll see you later,” he promised, and ran off before Medusa could come after him.
*
Ichigo didn’t like this.
In fact he hated this.
He wasn’t gonna kill a kid! But, this kid hadn’t just put people to sleep. This kid had actually killed people. A lot of people. Like the entirety of Scotland Yard. It was just… she seemed sad. Desperate and desolate. How could he tell Mash to kill her? How could he push his Mana into Mordred and support her swinging her sword at a little kid?
Ichigo wasn’t even mad at the girl.
He was mad at ‘P’.
The idea that he would sent a child to kill people on his behalf made Ichigo’s blood boil.
Which might have been why he did one of the dumbest things he’d done this year.
He launched himself past the the little Assassin and threw a vicious punch at the Caster.
It was a testament to Ichigo’s training, and a bigger testament to the Caster’s physical weakness, that his hit landed so hard it sent him stumbling back with a red cheek.
“Master!” Mash screamed from behind him.
“What’s wrong with you?!” Ichigo roared at him. “You’re over here bitching about the incineration of humanity, as if you’re not complacent in it? Aren’t you the one that ordered Jack to kill all those people? Haven’t you been here the whole time and you’re not doing anything about it?!”
P touched his cheek, his eyes wide and fixed on Ichigo.
“There’s nothing helping it. The incineration is inevitable, whether we do it or someone else does-”
“Shut the fuck up!” Ichigo snapped, lunging for him. A strong, armored arm wrapped around his middle and forcibly held him back. “You can’t say shit like that when you’re not even willing to step up and stop it! Aren’t you a heroic spirit? Doesn’t humanity mean anything to you? People are hurt, people are dying and losing loved ones and you’re responsible for part of it!”
Mordred grunted and dragged Ichigo back, kicking and screaming at P.
“How many people have died? How many kids have no parents? How many parents mourn their children because you won’t say enough?!”
“Master, please calm down!” Mash planted her shield in front of Ichigo so he couldn’t get past and attack him again, no matter how much he wanted to.
Jack, meanwhile, had stopped her attack to peer at Ichigo curiously.
He ignored her and favor of shouting at P further, until he finally teleported away like a coward.
They were left alone with Jack the Ripper, who hadn’t moved since Ichigo started yelling.
“You’re a very weird man,” Jack said. Her grip on her knife’s was loose.
Ichigo forced himself to calm in the face of the child. “I’ve been told worse.”
Jack approached, slowly, the fog growing thicker and thicker. This was different from the demonic fog. It tasted like despair. This was the same thick mist that had come to encompass them the last time they’d been pit against Jack. Ichigo shifted closer to Mash, touching her shoulder.
This wasn’t good. He couldn’t see Jack, or even Mordred anymore. He could barely see Mash and she was right next to him.
“Mash,” Ichigo said quietly. “This isn’t great.”
“I know. Just have faith, Master. No harm will come to you.”
Ichigo sighed. “I believe in you,” he promised. He touched her shoulder and pumped mana into her body.
Ichigo stayed as close by her as he could, but it was hard to see and it was hard to stick close when Mash had to move to swing her massive shield. There was a thin line between staying close and getting in the way, and Ichigo ended up stumbling back one step too far.
The mist closed in and he was alone.
He could hear the two girls he’s come with. Mash’s shouting, and Mordred's clinking armor, but he couldn’t see either one.
He could see the little girl that stepped out of the mist. Her hood was down. Her eyes were two different colors. Her face was covered in stitched tight scars and her hair was short and choppy. Jack. Everytime he lost sight of her, he forgot what she looked like.
Ichigo stared at her warily.
“Why were you so angry? About children without their parents?” she asked, her head tilted. “We don’t understand.”
“Because- Because kids shouldn’t have to lose their parents,” Ichigo said. What was going on? Why was she even interrogating him instead of attacking?
“Look,” he went on, “That P guy said you were looking for your mom, right? Maybe we can help you find her. And even if we can’t, we’re at least nicer people than that guy. Will you know. Morals.”
“We don’t care about morals,” Jack said quietly. “We just want to go back to where it’s warm. With our mommy. But she’s not here…”
“Hey,” Ichigo’s voice gentled. He slowly unbuttoned his jacket. This was probably the stupidest thing he could do but… “Come here,” he motioned to her.
The assassin walked closer to him, her mis-matched eyes looking up at him.
Ichigo carefully took her shoulders and pulled her against his chest. He closed his jacket around her shoulders.
“It’s not a mothers embrace, but it's warmer than the fog at least. Right?”
Maybe he was too soft for war. Maybe he was too gentle to be a proper magus. Maybe all those people frozen on ice in Chaldeas would have done better than he.
In the end it didn’t matter. Here, now, he wouldn’t fight this child. Not when her knifes tucked away and her fingers dug into his shirt. Not when she clung to little heat he could offer her.
The mist departed. The sorrow that swelled around them ebbed. Ichigo stood, for the second time in just as many days, with a little girl who had once tried to kill him in his arms.
He looked up in time to see Mordred and Mash look utterly exasperated. A man with dusty blond hair stared out at them from a window across the street. Ichigo blinked and he was gone.
* *
When Ryuken answered the door he didn’t look particularly happy to see Ichigo. Of course, he never looked particularly happy about anything at all.
Not that stopped Yuzu from bouncing cheerfully up to him.
She took his hand and dragged the poor man inside, already asking him questions about himself and his home.
Ichigo and Karin trailed after them, exchanging a glace. No one could resist Yuzu when she turned up the charm. Ryuken wouldn’t be any exception to the rule.
“I want to make it clear,” he said as he led them into the backyard, “That I don’t approve of what you children are doing. You would be better off if you focused on the living. Not the dead.”
“We’re doing this so we don’t die young,” Karin said bluntly.
Yuzu added, much softer, “And to be closer to Mom.”
Ichigo softened. Yeah. To be closer to mom. That was what this all circled back to in the end, wasn’t it? Ichigo had been nine when their mom had died. The girls were only five. Ichigo had four more years with her than either of the girls did.
For so long it had felt like he had robbed them of their time with her. He had stolen the sun out of their family when she died because of him.
Now, he knows a little better.
Grand Fisher had killed her. It wasn’t Ichigo’s fault. If Masaki, a fully trained Quincy, couldn’t take down the hollow then Ichigo, who couldn’t even form a bow, had no chance. He’d gotten his revenge. He’d killed the Grand Fisher when it showed up and came after his sisters.
Ichigo followed Ryuken and the girls into the backyard, where Uryu was waiting with a thin wooden box.
“I still don’t approved of this,” Ryuken said to all of them.
“We’re not asking for your approval. Or your permission.”
Sparks threatened the fly between the pair of them. Ichigo didn’t know the full story, but he knew there was a lot of tension between father and son.
Somehow there was less between the two of them now than there was between Ichigo and his own these days. Ichigo still wasn’t speaking to Isshin when he could help it, and Isshin hadn’t tried to start any new conversation with Ichigo either. It made the house tense and quiet for the first time in Ichigo’s life.
Ichigo walked up behind the girls while Ryuken left them alone with his son.
“Thanks for doing this, Uryu,” Ichigo offered him a smile. Uryu, who was much less surly than when they’d first met, merely huffed at him.
“Don’t thank me yet. This training isn’t easy, and you’re so old it’ll probably just be harder,” he warned. All three Kurosaki siblings just looked at him expectantly. Uryu sighed. He should know by now, once a Kurosaki has an idea in their head, there’s not changing it.
He turned to the wooden box and opened it up. He turned around and showed it to them. Inside were small pendants attached to short silver chains, like the one Uryu wore on his wrist at all times.
“These are Quincy crosses,” Uryu said. “They’re a tool for focusing spirit energy Quincy use them to help form bows. Each of you take one,” he instructed.
Both of the girls picked one with five points. Ichigo’s had eight.
“...My father probably won’t admit it, but he was the one who provided these for us. He said they belonged to your ancestors, and so they should return to you in turn. Or something like that.”
“I knew your dad liked me,” Ichigo grinned at him. Uryu rolled his eyes, but he was struggling to hide a smile.
“Uh huh. Okay girls, come over here and we’ll start practicing forming your bows. You’re going to draw the reishi from the area around you into your body and convert it into a bow in your hands.”
Yuzu raised her hand.
“Yes?”
“What’s reishi?”
Uryu shot Ichigo a glare. “Didn’t you tell them anything?”
“I’m not much of a teacher,” he shrugged casually. Uryu flipped him off when the girls were looking and started explaining things to them.
Ichigo watched, turning the quincy cross over in his fingers. Tensa had said that his quincy powers weren’t made for combat as much as his shinigami powers were. Yet Tensa himself took the shape of a sword.
There was something strange with Ichigo’s quincy powers. He knew that much. So for now he left that to the girls.
* * *
“At this rate,” Jekyll says with no small degree of fondness, “Even I will run out of space to house everyone.”
“Sorry,” Ichigo says, even though he isn’t. “At least it looks like the authors are going to be cooped up in the same room?”
“If we’re lucky,” Mordred pipes up from halfway up the stairs. Fran, a step ahead of her, nods in quick agreement.
“You have the most horrible habit of befriending people who try to kill you, did you know?” Jekyll asks redundantly. Ichigo rubs the back of his neck and looks away.
“It’s not my fault!”
“Of course,” Jekyll says sagely, “You’re accidentally charismatic.”
“Yes! Exactly! Only I’m not that charismatic. I just… I dunno. I treat people like they’re people.”
Jekyll’s eyes softened. “Sometimes that’s more than enough to make friend.”
“I know,” Ichigo does. “That’s just sad.”
“But it is effective.”
“I guess,” Ichigo shrugs. “It worked on Jack, Alice…Hyde.”
Jekyll’s shoulders tense at the mention of his darker side. Ichigo nudges him lightly.
“Don’t look like that. He’s a degenerate and an asshole, but he hasn’t hurt me any.”
“ Yet ,” Jekyll says quickly. “You have to be careful with him, Ichigo. He’s not a safe person to be around.”
“A lot of people I hang around aren’t. Heroes and villains seem to flock to me.”
“Hyde is different. He has no morals to speak of. He’s violent and atrocious, and he’d as soon kill you as look at you.”
“Yeah. But he’s also protected me at least once,” even if he did hold a knife to Ichigo right after… “Don’t worry about it, Jekyll.”
“Easy for you to say,” Jekyll lamented. “You take so few things seriously, Ichigo, I don’t understand. The world is literally on your shoulders, but when it comes time to fight you’re as relaxed as Mordred is!”
“I dunno. Experience does that to you, I guess. If I worked in a lab and I tended to light things on fire I’d probably stop freaking out every time I saw a fire, too. It’s like that. Just a little more dangerous.”
Yeah, just a little.
Jekyll looks incredulously at him, but he gives up fighting Ichigo, who is apparently insane.
* * * *
It takes him all of five second to realize that Shinji is shanghai-ing him right in the middle of the day.
It started innocent enough. ‘Let’s eat lunch together’. Fine, they’ve had lunch together before. And Shinji still hasn’t stopped coming to his school for one reason or another. He can’t tell you why it’s just a fact. Even though their business should be concluded, Shinji still looks at Ichigo like he’s a crying statue sometimes, when he isn’t pretending to be a bizarre but friendly young man.
So Ichigo agrees. Only Shinji decides that they’re going to get lunch off campus, and drags Ichigo away by his arms, willingly or unwillingly.
When his three servants fall into step around them Shinji looks only mildly miffed.
“Can’t a man get some privacy around here?” Shinji asks irritably.
“Not until we know your intentions for our ma-” a vicious glare from Ichigo has Achilles changing words last second, “-an. Our man.”
“Your man?” Shinji looks over the three. Even though Cu and Achilles are rather laid back in general they don’t laugh or dispute the claim. It’s the truth. Ichigo is theirs, whether he likes it or not. They all know this.
“Did I stutter?”
“...Ya really know how to pick ‘em, huh Ichigo?”
“I have impeccable taste,” Ichigo says firmly. He doesn’t shake Shinji off, or order his servants to attack and free him. Not that he’d need to. Shinji can probably beat him in a serious fight, but that’s not what this is.
This is just a mild kidnapping, thats all.
They make their way down to the docs, where Ichigo is escorted into a warehouse.
It smells like food, cologne, and cleaning supplies.
It’s set up like a house, almost. Ichigo catches sight of a comfortably sitting area, an elevated kitchenette up on a ledge. There are people here. Powerful people, and Ichigo will put money on them being Vizard.
Ichigo ducks when a sandals foot launches itself at Shinji’s face.
“Why did you bring so many people here? Idiot?!”
Ichigo watches Shinji go flying. A young girl, or maybe an old one, lands next to him. She looks wild, nearly feral. Ichigo winces minutely in sympathy before deciding that no. Shinji deserves a sandal to his face.
Ichigo snickers at his misfortune before the girl turns her sights on Ichigo.
“You!” she shouts, pointing at him. “You’re the one that thinks he has a handle on his hollow?”
Thinks? Ichigo is getting really sick of this. He can feel his eye brow starting to twitch in irritation. What’s with these people thinking that he doesn’t know his own mind? Why are they all so sure they’re right?
If it wasn’t such a bad habit to get into, Ichigo would just start stabbing people who started this shit.
“Are we still doing this?” he asks irritably. “Because I’m done with this shit. I’m seriously done. I’m not gonna spend my whole life proving my sanity to you people. I’ve got better things to do. Like going to school. Where we both should be, Hirako,” he shoots a pointed glare at Shinji.
Shinji sat up, nursing his bloody nose.
“Hey, hey, it’s not like I actually need to go to human school.”
“Then you’re just there to hang out with teenagers? That’s so creepy. What kind of pervert are you?” Ichigo asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
“What is this, bully Shinji day?” Shinji complained loudly. Ichigo ignored him entirely because all of a sudden the girl was throwing herself at him, a sword drawn.
And Ichigo, stuck in his human body, prepared to counter without a single weapon.
He needn’t have bothered. As soon as she was in the air chains snaked out of nowhere and she was slammed bodily into the ground hard enough to crack the cement.
“Now that was just rude,” Medusa said, prowling forwards slowly. Her eyes glinted dangerously.
Cu and Achilles appeared on either side of Ichigo, a staff and spear in hand respectively.
“What the hell-”
“Sneak attacks are unbefitting, especially towards someone as straight forwards as Ichigo Kurosaki is,” Medusa went on, her heels glittering. Ichigo was aware of other people dropped down around them, swords equally in hand.
Ichigo lifted his hand and touched Medusa’s shoulder.
“Easy. That was hardly a sneak attack. Besides, this is a fight for me. Not for you. If she’s so desperate to see what I can do, how can I refuse?”
Ichigo can see the predatory smile creeping over his face in the reflection of one of the men’s sunglasses.
* * * * *
Dull teal eyes look into the depth of the void. A hulking figure stands beside him, and another man stands at the side of the split between worlds.
“Don’t forget,” he says in a voice like velvet. “No matter what happens, you must not kill the boy. Maim him if you please, fight to your own content, but if he dies so too will you.”
“Understood,” says the shorter of the pair. The massive man merely grunts.
“As long as I can get something to eat while we’re there. There’s gotta be a few strong souls there, right?”
“Be quiet,” his companion scolds him. “We will do as we are told.” He bows shortly, and the pair step into the darkness, out of the chalk white city.
* * * * * *
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Soldiers Possession {Oneshot}
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Bucky Barnes x Plus!Size Reader MUTANT
Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Smut!Cuddly Bucky! Smut!
A/N: Lets see if this one gets flagged! This is my entry for @peters-christmas 1K Writing Challenge!  My prompt was the song NFWMB by Hozier! A big thanks for @moonfaery for helping me to decide between Bucky and Loki! Reader has crappy relationship with parents and is a mutant but I didn't go into great detail about powers because I centered on the song and smut, because you know smut! Lyrics in Italic! I hope did this justice and didn't cornball it up!
Words: 2,300
It was… a day to say the least, looking out across the compound, across well-manicured lawn, wind blowing loose hair, so it tickled across tears that threatened to spill a ragged breath in as a hand reached up to push Y/H/C hair out of Y/E/C orbs before it made the tears break. Looking down at the phone in a bandaged hand, some family she had back at home, any excuse to not come see her, filling like a failure already after the fucked mission that had the entire team walking around with a bandage or to two, even Steve & Bucky.
Letting out another sigh slowly an oddly steady hand placed the ear phones into it's jack in the phone, still preferring corded headphones to wireless, scrolling to find the music that fit her shitty mood while tugging at the bandage on stitched hand to pull the gauze off of the gash. Sitting on the table top of the outdoor table that rested in a small out of the way area of the compound, hopefully they would allow Y/N a moment before deciding what to do about overbearing parents that needed to kiss her ass, 36 years old & they still think she has to do it their way or not at all.
The table swaying ever so slightly, it was… Bucky, he had tried to talk to her after the call & the mission but there wasn’t much to say, telling the soldier to give her a minute but it ended up being close to 12 hours. Y/N could fill how cautious he was as he sat at sweater covered back, placing his legs on either side of thick thighs, flesh hand snaking around clothed arm to take the phone to return it back to himself to look over the music app.
Thankfully he was well versed in technology now, Y/N finding him excitedly showing her new music & videos, but it didn’t make her less irritated that he messed with her music, that was her reprieve as she explained. A hot body pulling flush to aching back, careful of how much weight he placed on her taking on of the earbuds to shove it in his ear, the guitar playing low before the singer began & surprised her with a nuzzle at her neck. The melody had a dark feel,  but it had a oddly calming quality to it.
When I first saw you
The end was soon
To Bethlehem it slouched
And then, it must've caught a good look at you
Careful of the busted ribs, venturing to lean back to see if Bucky would support her, head falling to metal shoulder, the ear without the earbud next to split lips that looked better than they did that morning.
“Give your heart & soul to charity, 'cus the rest of you, the best of you, Honey, belongs to me,” husky voice echoed into her ear, making chills run over achy body, it was a confession, Y/N knew it, looking into ocean blue eyes that looked at her worriedly possibly wondering if she would reject him.
Gently Y/N reached back to the phone in his hand, taking it & shutting the music off. Easily she removed the ear bud careful not to cause him pain, they both had enough as it was. The look he gave her, looking to his bare feet, a shake of brunet head, he messed up, he should know better, taking a step to get down shocked that a unbandaged hand wrapped in metal one, lacing fingers to tug him down in front of her.
With a weary smile, Y/N looked at him with defeat of the previous events, letting out a heavy sigh & allowing Bucky to tug her back to the compound. It was quiet, no one said a word as he led her past the team that looked just as beaten as they did. Easy tug to usher Y/N into his room & shut the door behind them, taking his own phone to swipe the button to pay the song once again through the room as Y/N turned to look at him, standing flush to his burning hot torso.
“When I first saw you, The end was soon, To Bethlehem it slouched, And then, it must've caught a good look at you,” Bucky began at the start this time, hands snaking gingerly around plump hips that he had dreamed of holding since Y/N had stepped boot into the compound, Y/E/C orbs studying him & how fast he picked up on the way to speak to her was music.
“Give your heart and soul to charity, 'Cus the rest of you, The best of you, Honey, belongs to me,” he continued, gently leaning down to sing on soar lips taking in each other’s scent, Bucky knew Y/N scented it, she had heightened senses though she had been born with it unlike him, Y/E/C orbs sparkling with unshed tears, flesh hand moving to cup bruised cheek to catch the tear before it fell.
Ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves
Gentle kiss, needy, heated, but not painful, bandaged hands going to his hips, careful of the heallacious gash she had to hold pressure to while it healed itself, but still it was a lot of blood, it required stitches & was still tender.
Ain't it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes
Tongue probing at lip that split for an instant to allow a taste of hot metal to linger between them, scorching hand snaking to the back of clammy neck to keep lips close & breath shaking with want.
Ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you lay
“Ain't you my baby, ain't you my babe,” gritty voice continued, slow walking back to the couch, turning Y/N before clothed calves hit the cushion, turning with curvaceous body in his arms to sit first then pull thick thighs to straddle his own, giving Y/N control & the opportunity to pull away if she wanted it to stop.
“Nothing fucks with my baby, nothing can get a look in on my baby, nothing fucks with my baby, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing,” this time his voice dark as he sung over panting lips, ample hips rutting at his, swearing Y/N was soaking through her leggings as throbbing clit rubbed over growing bulge.
If I was born as a blackthorn tree
“We can stop,” he breathed out, hands on plump hips, Bucky needed to feel her move.
I'd wanna be felled by you
“No,” was a calm reply from the woman that swayed on his hips, pressing clothed core harder into engorged man hood that pulsed.
Held by you
More rutting as metal & flesh snuck under baggy sweater to push it up, breaking the kiss as it was tugged over her head easily. Y/N settling back on his thighs to place sore hands gingerly on her own to look down at the soldier, he knew how she felt about her body as hands went to cup her face.
Fuel the pyre of your enemies
“Come here baby, you're perfect,” he breathed out, pulling her to his lips before freeing them to slide down her shoulders to snake around to reach the back of her bra to unlatch it.
Ain't it warming you, the world gone up in flames
Bandaged hand going to stubbled cheek while unbandaged handmade it's way to the hem of his shirt to push it up easily, both had matching bandages wrapped around damaged torsos, Bucky breaking for her to tug it free & fling it behind her.
Ain't it the life you, your lighting of the blaze
Bucking of hips, his own reacting to match hers, sitting forward to wrap strong arms around her & pull Y/N tight, tongue caressing over hers not wanting a fight for dominance as flesh hand ghosted over the bandage to the band of the leggings, sliding in to rub through wet folds.
Ain't it a waste they'd watch the throwing of the shade
Bucking out in need, while an “I need you,” whispered across split lips as the kiss was broke.
“Ain't you my baby, ain't you my babe,” sung on panting lips, drinking in the look of ample breast thrust out as two digits dipped into soaking hole, earning a whimper that made a grunt of approval leave his throat.
“Nothing fucks with my baby,” husky voice growled down her throat, lips falling to kiss between ample breast to elicit a soft moan as he moved to take a pert bud into his mouth to suck & punish harshly with teeth & tongue.
Nothing can get a look in on my baby
Fingers retreating to halt her impending orgasm, Y/E/C orbs looking down to him in puzzlement, his hand falling to his pants to unbutton, shocked she reached to the knife sheaf she knew he always kept strapped to his side. Y/N pulled the knife free with a  snap of the button unbandaged hand going to the band of the pants to pull it away from plump belly to cut the elastic, throwing the knife to the floor as metal & flesh grabbed the tear to jerk hard. The sound of ripping fabric & a primal growl of need echoing around them as the shredded leggings fell to the wayside.
Nothing fucks with my baby
Nimble fingers going to erect man hood to wrap around his girth to give him a pump, sliding forward as metal & flesh guide plump hips to where Bucky wanted her. The soldier letting out a moan himself as wet cunt teased leaking cock through readied slit, breath shaking as she finally began to sink over the throbbing organ enjoying the stretch & burn it caused. Shiver running up her spine to make a raspy whimper release from dry throat.
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
Arms wrapping around his neck to pull flush to the soldier, head falling into the crook of heated neck as he did that same, well-endowed member filling juicy cunt perfectly, slow to move his hips, but would stop if Y/N asked. Careful, oh, so careful because the soldier knew HIS Y/N hurt worse than him. The newest Avenger had been at the center of the blast, next to the chaos, she should be dead, gentle kiss to shivering shoulder as a shaky breath was let out & plump hips began to move with his.
It started again, the song, but tender lips took the others in haste, picking up the pace for flesh hand to slip around her throat to push her up for sore lips to fall to pert nipple, pinching the other with metal fingers that caused a raspy moan to escape. Y/N aching hands delicately holding to the forearm of the one around soft neck arching out to buck hard, rubbing aching clit.
“Bucky… I need…,” she tried to say, gentle squeeze to tender throat quieting her for a moment.
“Hold on baby…,” he rasped up to her, Y/H/C head thrown back in ecstasy as needy cock throbbed inside tightening cunt letting out a growl from deep in his chest.
“The best of you, Honey, belongs to me,” Bucky gasped out, his end fast approaching as he pulled the shaking form over him down to tender lips, kissing harshly, moving to lay Y/N to the couch, still gentle as he laid her flat, snapping hips hard into greedy cunt to make her yelp out a need to cum.
Ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you lay
“Ain't you my baby, ain't you my babe, cum for me baby,” Bucky rasped out as it seized them, the trembling form under strong body moaning out her release to echo around the room, black vision creeping in as it released, body under Bucky convulsing & both rode it out on the other before both went lax a panting heap.
“Nothing fucks with my baby,” Bucky sang to HIS Y/N as curvaceous body shivered with her high, spent cock slipping free to hover over her looking down into hooded lids careful of wounded body as he wrapped an arm gingerly around wounded midriff to lift the blissed-out creature up to be flush to scorching body & laying back with her draped over him.
Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
“Got ya baby,” he breathed out careful of injuries as they both settled to listen to the softly playing song.
“I'm your baby then,” Y/N sighed out, relaxing into strong yet relaxed frame, the first time in a week since she had felt like she could, hands skating over the bandage on once gaping hole.
“You belong to me Y/N & nothing fucks with my baby,” he echoed, leaning down to take puffy lips in a deep kiss tongues caressed as the song continued to play.
“You will stay here, with me & the others for the holidays. No need to worry about being left out baby, you're mine now, intend on keeping it that way, always mine,” he breathed out, gentle caress over exposed spine & the bandage that wrapped her ribs.
“OK, nothing fucks with my baby,” Y/N smiled up at him now, making him recall how vicious the mutant had been in the fight when anyone had come at him.
“Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing,” the soldier finished for her as both settled to snuggle close, eyes trying to stay open as strong arms wrapped under Y/N’ limp body to pull her to strong chest to carry to the bathroom to get cleaned & to his bed so they could stay close.
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