#jesus looks likes one bucket of water away from melting

[uglybabyjesus]

ugly baby Jesus, I don’t remember what painting or who painted it

[elliecore4eva]

"A Jurassic-Sized Surprise"

The garage was packed. Jesse leaned against the workbench, arms crossed, shooting you a knowing smirk. Dina sat on an overturned crate, legs swinging, while Tommy, Maria, Joel, and even Bill and Frank stood in a semi-circle, all waiting for you to speak. You adjusted your glasses dramatically—ones you didn’t need, but they made you look more official—and held up your clipboard.

“Alright, people,” you started, pacing like you were briefing them for a military operation. “We have exactly one week until Ellie’s birthday, and I am not about to half-ass this. We’re going full force. Full fiancé energy. This will be an event.”

Joel sighed. “Jesus, kid, just tell us what we’re doing.”

You grinned, flipping the clipboard dramatically. “Dinosaur. And. Space. Exhibit.”

There was a pause before Jesse let out a low whistle. “Damn. You really do love her, huh?”

You shot him an unimpressed look. “Obviously.”

Dina clapped her hands together. “Okay, lovebird, how are we making this happen?”

You pointed at her, eyes gleaming. “I’m glad you asked! Here’s the plan.”

Over the next hour, you laid it all out—how they’d set up the surprise, the excuse they’d use to get Ellie there, and, most importantly, the role each person had to play.

Step One: Get Ellie out of the house for a few hours. Step Two: Convince her she’s just going on a walk. Step Three: Get her to the exhibit without her figuring it out. Step Four: Watch her adorable dino-nerd heart melt.

Easy. Right?

The Walk of Suspicion

Ellie, true to form, was immediately suspicious.

“So, let me get this straight,” she said, walking beside you, hands shoved in her pockets. “Jesse, of all people, sprained his ankle, again, and now I have to go get some special wrap for it?”

“Yep,” you replied, keeping your voice light.

She gave you a slow, knowing look. “And he sent you—not Dina, not Maria—you to take me?”

You nodded, still keeping your expression neutral. “Yep.”

Ellie hummed, glancing at you out of the corner of her eye. “And it just so happens to be my birthday?”

“Mhm.”

“Uh-huh.”

You kept walking, biting your lip to stop yourself from grinning. Ellie was so onto you.

“I swear,” she continued, her voice teasing, “if this is some elaborate prank where Jesse jumps out and dumps a bucket of water on me, I’m gonna—”

You gasped, clutching your chest. “Babe. Would I ever do something like that to you?”

Ellie deadpanned. “Yes. Absolutely.”

You dramatically wiped away a fake tear. “You wound me.”

She chuckled, bumping her shoulder against yours. “You’ve been acting weird all day.”

You shrugged, looping your arm through hers and squeezing gently. “You’ll just have to trust me.”

Ellie narrowed her eyes, but her lips twitched up. “Fine. But if I get ambushed, you’re sleeping on the couch.”

The Big Reveal

The walk finally led you both to a clearing where the entrance to the exhibit stood, dimly lit under the evening sky. The entire town had helped set it up—hand-painted dinosaur cutouts, strings of lights, and even a section dedicated to space, with old books and illustrations from before the outbreak.

Ellie’s steps slowed as she took it all in, her mouth slightly open in shock.

You leaned in close, lowering your voice just for her.

“Happy birthday, Bear,” you murmured, the new nickname slipping effortlessly from your lips. “Do you like it?”

Ellie turned to you, her expression unreadable for half a second before she grabbed you by the collar and kissed you.

It was the kind of kiss that made your toes curl, that left your fingers gripping onto her jacket like she was the only thing keeping you upright. When she finally pulled away, you were breathless, blinking up at her with dazed eyes.

“I take it that’s a yes?” you teased, grinning.

Ellie chuckled, resting her forehead against yours. “Best. Birthday. Ever.”

Nerd Mode: Activated

The moment Ellie fully processed what was happening, she lit up.

“Oh my god—babe, look at this!” She ran over to a massive replica of a raptor skull, her eyes wide as she traced the shape with her fingers. “Did you know that raptors weren’t actually as big as they show in the movies? They were more like—”

“Chicken-sized, yeah,” Jesse cut in, grinning. “We’ve all heard you rant about this before, dude.”

Ellie flipped him off without looking back.

Joel, watching with his arms crossed, huffed out a laugh. “She’s like a kid in a candy store.”

You beamed. “That’s the point.”

Ellie dragged you to every single part of the exhibit, rattling off facts about dinosaur evolution, asteroids, black holes—things you didn’t fully understand, but god, you loved watching her talk about them.

At one point, she grabbed your hands and pulled you toward the planetarium section, where old constellations were mapped out in the dirt with tiny lights.

“This is Cassiopeia,” she murmured, pointing up at the sky. “It’s one of my favorites.”

You looked up at the stars, then back at her. “You’re my favorite.”

Ellie groaned, shoving her face into your shoulder. “God, you’re so mushy.”

“You love it.”

“…I do.”

Admiration from Afar

As you chatted with Jesse and Dina near a display of ancient artifacts, Ellie stood a few feet away, her gaze fixed on you. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she watched you laugh, your eyes sparkling with joy. She whispered to herself, barely audible, “God, I love her so much.”

Bill, who had been standing nearby, overheard and nudged Frank. “Did you hear that?”

Frank smirked. “Oh, we heard it alright.”

Bill grinned. “You know, it’s a good thing you’re already engaged. Otherwise, I’d think that was a confession.”

Frank chuckled, elbowing Bill. “I’m just saying, Ellie’s in love. She can barely keep it together.”

Ellie, realizing she’d been caught, flushed a deep red. “Shut up, both of you.”

Bill laughed. “You whispered it. Right in front of us. She’s got you wrapped around her finger, kid.”

Frank teased, “Guess she’s really the one, huh?”

Ellie groaned, trying to hide her face in her hands. “I hate you both.”

You, catching wind of their teasing, turned around with a grin. “What’s this? Ellie having a hard time admitting she’s crazy about me?”

Ellie swatted at you playfully. “Stop it.”

“You know they heard you, right?” Dina said, laughing from across the room.

Ellie’s face went pink as she mumbled something under her breath, clearly embarrassed despite the fact she’d just told the whole town how much she loved you.

Bonfire & Love

The bonfire crackled warmly in the night air, the glow illuminating the faces of everyone gathered around. Jesse and Dina were sitting on a log, passing around some kind of homemade cocktail. Tommy and Maria were off talking by the grill, probably trying to make sense of Joel's latest rambling about "the old world." Ellie, as usual, was sticking close to you, her hand resting comfortably on your knee, but her eyes were darting around suspiciously, like she was waiting for something to go wrong.

“What?” you asked, noticing her fidgeting. “You seem... tense.”

Ellie shrugged, trying to play it off. “Nothing, just... tired, I guess.”

“Oh yeah?” you grinned. “That what you call it when you're trying to act normal after gushing over me for the last half hour?”

Ellie immediately turned a shade of pink that could rival a cherry. She shot you a warning look. “Don’t start, okay? They’ll never let it go.”

“Too late,” you said, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “You love me, admit it.”

She blushed harder, and at that moment, Bill and Frank, who had been hovering near the firepit with drinks in hand, overheard and shared a glance.

“Did you hear that?” Bill asked, his voice dripping with amusement.

Frank raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah, we heard it. Ellie’s been absolutely smitten.”

Ellie groaned, her head dropping into her hands. “God, I hate you both so much.”

Frank smirked, clearly enjoying the moment. “I mean, how could you not? She’s basically the human embodiment of sunshine.” He gestured at you, and then to Ellie. “You two are like that cheesy movie where the nerdy girl falls for the jock.”

Bill cackled. “Yeah, and Ellie’s the jock who can’t admit she’s been caught in the act.”

You grinned, leaning in to whisper just loudly enough for everyone to hear. “Ellie whispered earlier that she loved me so much.”

Ellie shot up, covering her face with her hands. “Okay, that’s it! I’m leaving. I’m done.”

Bill was practically wheezing with laughter. “Oh no, you’re staying right here. Can’t go anywhere now, sweetheart.”

Frank raised his cup in mock salute. “To Ellie, everyone! The tough girl who can’t hide her soft spot for her sunshine.”

Ellie buried her face in her hands, a muffled “Stop” escaping from her as she squirmed in her seat. Meanwhile, you just sat back, grinning like the cat who got the cream.

“You should’ve heard her,” Frank continued, nudging Bill. “She was all ‘god, I love her so much.’ You’re telling me you didn’t hear that?”

Ellie looked like she might combust from embarrassment. “I said that in confidence!”

Maria, who had been listening from a distance, couldn’t resist joining in. “You know,” she said with a grin, “you’ve got a whole town here who’s ready to gossip about how whipped you are.”

Ellie groaned, throwing herself back dramatically against the log. “You’re all terrible people.”

Joel, who had been quietly chuckling to himself, added, “I’m just glad she finally admitted it. Took long enough.”

“Shut up, Dad!” Ellie grumbled, still not looking at anyone.

But you couldn’t resist. You leaned in and kissed her cheek, whispering, “I love you too, Bear.”

The whole group let out a collective, exaggerated “Awwww”—even Jesse, who had been quietly sipping his drink, looked like he was about to burst out in laughter.

Ellie was now bright red, clearly trying to look anywhere but at the crowd of people enjoying her very public meltdown.

“You know,” Bill mused, taking a long swig of his drink, “I never thought I’d live to see the day when Ellie Williams turned into a walking romance novel.”

Frank nodded sagely, grinning. “She’s like that secret softie who just needed the right person to... you know, turn her into a sap.”

Ellie groaned loudly, crossing her arms over her chest. “I swear to god, if I hear one more thing—”

But before she could finish, you slid closer to her, resting your head on her shoulder. “Oh, come on. You love it when they tease you,” you whispered, your voice low and sweet.

Ellie exhaled sharply, but when she glanced at you, her gaze softened. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Bunny.”

You grinned, giving her a teasing kiss on the cheek. “Oh, I know.”

Frank leaned in from the other side, pretending to act serious. “We’ve all seen it now. Ellie’s whipped. I mean, how many times do we have to hear her say she loves you today before we start counting?”

Ellie shot a death glare his way, but even Bill couldn’t hold it in anymore. He started laughing, slapping his knee. “I can’t breathe.”

Ellie finally gave up, leaning her head against yours with a soft sigh. “I hate all of you,” she muttered, though there was a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Maria chimed in with a sly smile, “Just admit it, Ellie. You’re not fooling anyone. You’re absolutely crazy about her.”

Ellie looked up at you, meeting your gaze for a moment before shaking her head with a fond, exasperated smile. “Yeah,” she said softly, her voice just loud enough for everyone to hear. “I am. And I’m not even sorry about it.”

The group erupted into teasing cheers, and Ellie just buried her face in your neck, mumbling something about never living this down.

But despite all the teasing and the embarrassment, you could see the softness in her eyes—she was just as in love as you were.

And as the flames of the bonfire flickered around you, you both knew this night would go down as one of those perfect memories that would stick with you forever.

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Out In The Sticks (Broadchuch Drabble)

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged!

Summary: It's high time you forced Alec to take a vacation.

Song: Would That I - Hozier

CW: very soft stuff- idk,, go to your dentists after reading to check for cavities

Broadchurch tag list: @clarina04 @kaylinelizabeth4004 @yeethaw13 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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Alec’s never really been one for vacation. Never been one to kick his feet back, sip on a margarita and relax by the pool with a good book. No, Alec’s idea of relaxing was a quick cup of tea and a read of the paper. 

It had taken a great amount of effort to convince Alec to take some of his very, very extensive leave entitlements and pop off for a weekend away, but you’d got there in the end. 

So here you both were, just arriving at a cabin out in the sticks. It was due to snow tonight. It was safe to say that you were excited, and Alec less so. He really was a total grump, but you loved him anyway.

“I hate the snow,” he complained, right hand reaching out to feel as the first flecks of snow started to fall. “So bleedin’ cold, too.” He shook his hand off when the first two melted instantly, the water cold. 

Alec shivered in his big puffer coat and you cooed, pulling him into your embrace. You patted his head mock-comfortingly. 

“Aww, poor baby,” you pouted. “Izzit too cold for you, hm? Poor little thing, come on inside, darling baby.” 

Alec pulled away from you, giving you an only half sincere glare. 

“Shut up,” he growled with no bite, pointing an accusatory finger at you. You broke out into laughter and pulled him by the hand towards the cabin door. It was a quaint little thing and you couldn’t wait to get inside. There would be plenty of time to explore tomorrow. Alec pulled the key from his pocket and unlocked the cabin, pushing the door open with a very satisfying wooden creak. 

There was a fire roaring in the fireplace for you already. Seemed a little dangerous to you, but hey, you weren’t the one paying for the insurance. You let out a gasp as you took in your surroundings. Wood grain everywhere, pretty rugs and a big comfortable-looking leather sofa. Oh, yes, now this was more like it.

Alec shrugged your coat off, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead. He placed both yours and his coats on the hook by the door and followed you inside. By the time he’d managed to close the door and toe his shoes off, you were already in front of the fire, warming your cold hands and shivering with relief as the cold finally started to ebb away. 

“We should fuck on the rug later by the fire,” you say casually, not looking away from the flames licking up the sides of the logs. “I’ve always wanted to do that. Isn’t there champagne in an ice bucket somewhere too? It’s a plan. Fuck on the rug and then celebrate our fucking with our ice bucket of champagne.” 

Alec scoffs by your ear, wrapping his arms around you. You jump from how cold his skin is and tut. 

“Jesus, man,” you say, not pulling away in the slightest. “I’m going to have to strap water bottles to you this weekend, aren’t I?” 

Alec kisses the top of your head in response.

 

The two of you stand there for a little while, swaying softly in the heat of the fire, enjoying each other's company and finally, after a good long while, getting to relax. No work, no stress. 

The only thing that waited for you this weekend was the spa, some wine, maybe a snowball fight and- if you had any say over it- a lot of naked cuddling. 

You couldn’t wait.

[saltofmercury]

The Garden

Pairing: König x reader

Authors note: this was based on this skin I saw on him I just picture this guy having a garden or being a bee keeper.

"The Garden"

It had started with poppies. Red, orange, and pink. As if it were a routine every Sunday morning he would come in, flowers behind his back, a coffee on the other hand, and kissed you deeply. He would then present his assortment from behind his back.

You gushed at the small bouquet, wrapped in the comic section from the newspaper, colors of the comic making the petals stand out more. It was small things like that, that made you wonder more about him. As secretive as he was about his job, bits and pieces of his true self came out too.

Then, his second attempt was to bring you flowers you’ve never seen before.

Pink orchids, perfect storm hibiscus, ranunculuses, in different shades you couldn’t believe. 

“It’s not my birthday…” you sighed, exhaling in adoration. Surprised by his generosity every time.

“It is for… just because” he smiled, seeing your eyes roam the petals, the smile on your face growing slowly, making his heart melt.

You wondered, what farmers market was he going to that you couldn’t find?

It wasn’t until one weekend that you over welcomed your stay that you uncovered his secret little hobby.

You had woken up, startled that his side of the bed was cold. You huffed, upset that he had gone to the gym. You stretched and slumped down the hallway to get started on breakfast.

Or so you thought.

You saw König through the window in his backyard holding a soil bag over his shoulder, his face covered by a towel, and a bucket hat.

He had been up at six in the morning, dressed in a white t-shirt, denim overalls, and green rain boots. What was he up to?

You walked over to the window, knocked on it. It was so cute seeing him turn around, his face a shade whiter because of the sunscreen cast, then a smile appearing on his face. You waved at him, and he dropped the soil bag, walking over to the door.

“Schatzi… you shouldn’t be up at this hour” 

“It’s 9:30 in the morning…”

“Exactly, it’s way too early for you.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“I didn’t know you.. tended a garden.”

It was his turn to roll his eyes.

“It’s nothing, I don’t like a messy backyard.”

“Yeah yeah,” you paused, he had taken out many tools, laid out in front of a gate.

“Since when does the military show you how to garden?”

He laughed at you, and swiped a finger on your nose.

“I’ll be done in one hour, and we can go to breakfast.”

You ignored his proposal, wanting to see more of him in action.

“No, let's stay home today, I can eat here, you finish gardening.”

He side eyed you, thankful for not disrupting his hobby, and shrugged.

“Okay schatzi I’ll be outside.” He turned back to his garden.

The entire morning you had watched him bent over, on his knees, poking, prodding, cutting, digging, pulling, planting, watering, and spraying his entire backyard. You sat by the window, sipping your third cup of coffee. He had finished by eleven in the morning, just in time for lunch.

He came in, drenched in sweat, stomping his way to the kitchen. He poured himself a huge glass of water, and proceeded to chug it down.

You had been preparing lunch, eyeing him from the window, waiting for the meat to cook. He had peeked open one of the lids on the stovetop.

“How come you never ask me to help you?”

He had choked on the water, coughing it up, and then regaining composure. 

“Schatz, jesus christ… Announce yourself!” 

He cleaned up the water from his chin, inhaled and exhaled, and came over.

“Help me in what? You mean outside?” He said it surprised, he never told you about the garden, thinking it would be “too feminine” as his father told him as a child. He looked at you nervously.

“Yes outside, I never knew you had a garden! I just knew about your jacuzzi from that one night.”

You weren’t sure if he was turning red or just red from outside, but he had taken the towel off his head, wiping away at his face.

“It’s just my hobby, but if you insist I'll show you.” He sort of had no choice, he was excited to show you this part of him, and for the safety of his garden being picked or prodded at by you, he extended his hand out and guided you outside.

*

You couldn’t keep a plant alive to save your life, you never understood “plant” people constantly buying plants to keep in their home. You remembered your mom having a vine type of plant hanging off the ceiling in your apartment, but that was the extent of your knowledge.

Flowers were about as close as you got to keeping something alive, but happily and greedily letting those die because they had no source of life connected to them.

Now you were walking to the extra plot of land König had saved in his backyard.

What seemed to be bushes of green surrounding the entrance, had mesmerized and lured you in.

There were rows of planter boxes on the ground, silver metal archways inside some of the boxes, vines connected to them. He had small fruit trees in one corner, in the other corner he had plants, actual green plants growing, blooming, and thriving in the sun. 

There was a place and order for his garden, just like his house.

You couldn’t keep a plant alive, but König could probably feed you two through the winter.

He excitedly pulled you around his garden, telling you what he was growing.

“You see, schatzi, this is where I grow my crops. I have some eggplant, tomatoes, broccoli, and small peppers.”

He had pointed to the small crops growing, their colors vibrant, his produce huge just like him. It was outstanding.

He tugged you to another planter box.

“This is where you have your leafy greens. I only do kale and sometimes lettuce here, but I am not a fan of salads.” 

You laughed, the bunches of kale growing a deep shade of green, their leaves crinkled and huge. Some of his lettuce heads had holes in them, probably from pesky critters.

He walked you down to some of the plants he was growing.

“My grandma always liked to grow new life, so this is her corner of the garden.”

Vines, sage bushes, and lavender, growing in one end of his garden, Colorful shades of green, purple, violet, and deep green growing and surrounding this area. The fragrance hit you, reminding you of your childhood. It felt nostalgic, smelling these plants.

He had quietly said,

“All things grow with love and patience.” he paused, “That’s what she used to tell me.” A small reminder that she used to tell him when he was worried next to her in the garden, his plants wouldn’t grow (like him) and they would die.

He brought you to the other corner where he pointed at a couple lifeless trees.

“I hope by December, this little guy will bloom pomegranates.”

“Pomegranates?”

“Yes schatzi, I’ve had so much trouble trying to grow this tree, I saw some improvement last fall, but had only produced maybe four small fruits.”

“They were only four, but they were a brilliant red, and so juicy!”

You heard his determination in his voice, how proud he felt that he grew and produced fruit. It was a side you never seen before, let alone heard. He had touched one of the branches drooping down toward him, he caressed the branch and its leaves, being ever so gentle, and then releasing it, making it wobble up and down.

“Over there are the grapes, they aren’t ready yet, but I promise you by July, we’ll have so many grapes we will be sick of them.”

A jungle of small green grapes had appeared by one of the silver archways he built, tangled in huge leaves and thick vines.

“Wow, you have grapes too?” was all you could say.

He turned his attention towards you, grabbed your hand again and led you to another corner.

He had got nervous, let go of your hand, began cracking his fingers, a nervous fidget he had grown accustomed to when it came to showing you things.

“This corner here… is uh.. Well you know what it is.”

You never thought of König as a romantic, but you think deep down, somewhere at the bottom of his heart is where he hides it, it’s where his love for you has blossomed, pouring love into this small corner of his garden.

The flowers that you never could find, that he always brought to you on Sunday mornings are grown here, in his backyard. This small little garden plot, he had dedicated to you, filled with almost every color imaginable, petals of different shapes, hues of orange, red, yellow, pink, purple, and even blues surrounding you, comforting you.

He peeks over to where you are, his face pooled with admiration and love, when he tells you “This is your corner of the garden.”

“You grew all this for me?”

“Yes.. I did”

He looked like a boy, innocently smiling super big, his hands in his pockets, watching you, take all the colors in.

“I never knew what I would grow for you, but I figured it would be flowers, who doesn’t like flowers.”

You had bit your bottom lip attempting to hide your smile.

“I’ll have sunflowers by summer too. I know you said something about Van Gogh, so I started early last month.”

You smiled, remembering that you were talking about the exhibition of Van Gogh, not the flowers. You turned to him, praising him.

“Thank you, I just, I don't know what to say.” And you didn’t, there wasn’t any grand gestures from him before. Especially in your relationship. Sure he had ordered hundreds of roses when you guys fought, but you think maybe this was his way of showing how much he really did care, giving you your own corner of love.

“So when can I help?”

König’s eyes widened, before peering down at you, bending over to kiss your nose.

“Whenever you want.”

*

Saturday morning you’re standing in his garden again, ready to help him.

He’s slathering on sunscreen, before putting a cool, damp towel on his head, secured by his bucket hat. He then comes to you, rubbing sunscreen on your nose, neck, and ears.

“Schatz I get you like the sun, but trust me, sunburns are painful.”

He knows, after being on a dangerous mission in the desert, taking no precautions how powerful the sun is.

He hands you a basket filled with tools you’ve never seen.

“Ready? It's a two hour work day.”

He leads you to one of the boxes, instructing you to pull the weeds out. 

“These are clovers, they’re good luck.”

“They will sprout white flowers, not good for this area.”

You begin to pull them out, kind of upset. You always liked clovers.

He turns to you again, seeing you pout.

“Come on schatz, clovers are weeds.”

You smiled at him, “but they looked so cute.”

“Did you know my grandma used to tell me stories about clovers?” he looked over at you.

“She used to tell me, ‘little clover bunches bring small creatures from the woods, they’re the ones who steal your crops.’ He looked up at you again, where he was finishing up his own side of the bed.

“And… when you see a circle of mushrooms it’s fairies, coming to keep you awake at night, which is why we must pick them out.”

You two had finished the bed, working on the other two, then watering the beds.

He looked so at peace here, tending to his garden. He looked like he had possibly been a farmer in Austria, with all the extensive knowledge he told you about soil, plants, which things to grow when, and how much water everything needed. He turned to face you,

“you just turned three different shades of red in the last 5 minutes… did you reapply?”

“No…”

“Go reapply and i’ll show you how to water your corner.”

You stomped to the porch again, slathering on sunscreen, then came back.

He pointed the hose at you, then showed you which dial to use on it.

“See, if you go to this one, it won't ruin your petals, just give it a nice mist.”

He modeled it for you, then gave you the hose. “Gentle schatz, these are your flowers.”

You sprayed lightly over the rainbow of flowers, hoping you weren’t going to drown them, or worst case scenario, kill them. Once finished, he asked you for help on the arch trellis.

“Arch trellis?”

“This arch right here.” He pointed to the silver metal arch you had seen last week.

“With this, I think I’ll be able to have the grapes hang over for easier access this summer”

You two worked, untangling and tangling the vines into the arch, being so careful because the grapes were still in their early season to mess with. Then let the small green grapes hang, cutting off a few big leaves.

You had enjoyed it, you didn’t expect to be left on a high helping pull out weeds, water some flowers, or untangle some vines. He picked up his equipment, held out his hand, and walked inside. 

The fatigue of being in the sun all morning weighed on you as soon as you entered the house. He placed his tools in the sink, then took off his clothes. He plopped himself on the couch, pulling you in.

“This can be our hobby, you know, I have many things to show you.”

You had been undressing yourself too, to just your underwear, then plopped right onto him. Both of you sticky from the sun.

Excitement filled your stomach, ready to help him with anything.

“Whenever you’re ready to start”

[kyloxox]

Super Soldier (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader)

Summary: living with bucky barnes comes with some problems. stop staring at his arms.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, cunnilingus, blowjob, creampie, fingering, dirty talk, praise, degradation, bucky’s metal arm

A/N: seeing bucky being so strong in this series gave me a few ideas...bucky could probably lift anyone like any weight. He’s so strong. So I wrote this for mainly anyone and I had it canon that bucky can lift anyone.

Sometimes you forgot Bucky was a super soldier. Sometimes you forgot he used to be the winter soldier. Sometimes you forgot he was 107 years old. None of that mattered when all he did was make your heart melt from the mire look of him.

He was fit. Obviously. Oh so fucking fit. He had the type of body that was molded by the gods and god you’d do anything to lick and bite at his six pack. His arms-well arm was strong and build and his mechanical one was almost congruent in size.

And while you loved helping Sam with his boat, Bucky walking around shirtless ripping things on the ship off like they were a bandaid was very, very distracting. One minute muscles would flex as he picked whatever he needed up and the next minute you dropped a bucket of paint in the ocean.

“Shit.” You whispered to yourself as you were lucky the bucket bobbed in the ocean and you could quickly grab it.

“Damn I wish a girl would drop paint for me when she saw me shirtless.”

“Shut up Sam.” You whispered to him.

“What you never seen a shirtless man before. You’re like a teenage girl.” You think back at all the men you’ve seen shirtless.

“None like him.” You grit out at Sam’s comment.

“Y/n wanna help me with the sail?” Bucky asked as he come up from behind you touching you with his metal hand. You flinched a little.

“Jesus Buck, you scared me.” Bucky laughed at you and the nickname. You were the only person he’d let call him that other than Steve. It sounded sweet on your lips. It made him feel a way he never did before.

You and Bucky managed to get the sail up but the rope was still being ignorant and not going far down enough. Bucky watched as you struggled to pull at the rope. He came up behind you and reached his thick arms around you, also grabbing a hold of the rope.

It was electrifying, having him so close to you. You could smell his cologne and you wanted to bathe in it. He gave it a good tug and whatever it was stuck on released it and from the impact you both fell to the ground with you on top on him.

He got a whiff of the smell of your hair and his feelings were similar to yours, he wanted to bathe in it. He wanted it to be the only smell he could smell for the rest of his life.

“Sorry.” Bucky whispered and moved his hands to your waist to try to help you.

“Don’t be I’m the one who’s on top of you.” You started to get up from him.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way doll.” Bucky responded in his flirtatious manor and you just rolled your eyes.

“Whatever you say sergeant.” You teased back.

-

Bucky walked into his kitchen to see you standing there getting a glass of water. You were wearing a tank top and tiny clothe shorts. The sight almost made Bucky bust.

You were staying at his for the time being. When Sam and Bucky called you to help them with an urgent matter, Bucky offered you to stay at his apartment. And now Bucky had to suffer these consequences. You walking around in the tightest clothing and him walking around with a boner most of the day.

“Hey.” He said. You jumped at his greeting not knowing he was there.

“Hi.” You respond. Bucky watched you. It was now or never. You two were finally alone. Alone in his apartment. He hadn’t had a girl in his apartment alone in decades. He started to make his move and walk closer to you until he reached the counter next to the fridge. He was nearly centimeters away from your face and you were flushed with embarrassment

“You’re jumpy today aren’t you.” Bucky teased as you felt his breath against you. You stopped breathing for a second having him so close to you again.

“I’m always jumpy.” You breath out. He moved his pale hand to your waist and when it made contact you jumped again.

“Sorry.” You whispered but he just chuckled.

“So nervous. It’s just me Buck. Sergeant Barnes.” He whispered as his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips.

“Y-yeah.” You squeak out. Bucky begins to rub your waist fat with his hand, smoothing it out. Your skin develops goosebumps. You don’t understand what’s going on.

“Been thinking about you for a while.” He continues his assault of his arm up the side of yours.

“Yeah?” You whispered. “We kinda live together now so.”

“We do, don’t we? No one else in this big apartment.” You can’t even answer him this time you have no idea where this is going. But now he has you trapped against his fridge. His smell and breath is intoxicating and you don’t know how to feel besides desperate.

His hand that was running patterns on the length of your arm has somehow made it up to your neck. His face is inches away from yours. Your lips practically touching but you know he’s waiting for you. For you to make the first move for you to consent. And you do. You crash your lips into his giving him a thousand yes’ to whatever he wants. The kiss is passionate, a little shy at first but then Bucky deepens it has he moves his tongue against yours.

He runs his metal hand up and down your waist as he continued to passionately attack your lips. You moan as the coldness of his hand shocks you. It’s honestly the best feeling ever.

“B-buck.” You whimper against his lips.

“Jump.” He whispered in your ear right before he nibbles at it and continues down your neck. You were so distracted by the warmth of his lips against your neck you couldn’t comprehend what he fully said. He brought a hand up to your hair and gripped it back. “I said jump.” He gritted against your neck. You his breath tickled your neck you lead out a pornographic noise.

“I-I-I-” your head was flooding with thoughts. He wanted to hold you? God he was gonna be crushed by your weight.

“I won’t ask again...” he began to take his hand out of your hair and moved it slowly to your neck. His cold metal fingertips danced along your neck and your body began to shake. “Do you want this cock or not.” You didn’t answer. To ashamed of your own body. Bucky licked his lips and laughed almost mocking you. His metal hand moved down your body. It slowly began to move towards your wet heat but retracted to your thigh. He gripped it and you were sure there would be marks left tomorrow. Once he believed he had a good grip he moved his lips to your ear.

“Jump.” He whispered again and this time you complied, lifted your other leg with a bounce. To your surprise you were not met with a loud bang of you hitting the floor and no impact. Bucky had a strong grip on both of your thighs holding you in mid air. This was one of the times you forgot he was a super soldier.

Before you could even fully react his lips were attacking yours again. They were as welcoming as they were before but this time there was a fury hidden inside them begging to be let out.

“Fuck Buck.”

“Mhm fuck doll. I’m gonna fuck you up.”

Bucky then carried you off until you were back again a wall still caged in by his intense grip. His metal hand released your thigh and then moved towards your shorts. He clicked his tongue as he played with the elastic.

“Please Buck. Please I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” His voice boomed with dominance.

“Anything.”

“So promising. I need to see what I’m working with here.” He placed both your legs on the ground so you were standing up by yourself. He drops to his knees and bring his face to your hot shorts. He brings his fingers up to play with the cloth covered mound. You grip his hair as shots of pleasure ripple through your body. He wickedly grins up at you.

“Such a good wet slut for me.” He pushes the shorts out of the way and is happy to see you’re not wearing any panties. He brings his face even closer to your wetness he’s almost touching it. He’s teasing you and it’s almost unbearable. Soon his tongue pokes out to get a taste of your sweet cunt. He groans as the taste dives onto his tongue. He feels his cock grow more in his boxers as they cling to the fabric of his boxers.

“Taste of your cunt’s got me so hard doll.” He groans into your pussy and you give him a groan back. His tongue pokes around your cunt with skill and style. It flashes licks onto your clit over and over again until you’re dripping onto the floor with a mix of his saliva and your wetness. You feel the twig in you build up faster than ever before. It dances in your stomach as Bucky puppeteers your clit with his tongue.

“M’m so close B-buck.” You whisper, barely able to even get the sentence out. Your head begins to be beaded with sweat.

“I know you are doll.” He whispers into your cunt, sending chills up your spine. He backs up from your cunt and stands up. “I haven’t fully played with you yet.” He says as he hears you whine from the loss of touch. He moves the cool metal arm to your hot waist. “God I wanna have you on top of me so bad. Feel this body on my cock.” He groans against your neck as you let out a moan and place your head against the wall. Before you can make any more moves he brings the metal fingers to your cunt.

“You gonna let me fuck you with my fingers? Gonna get my hand all messy with your sweet cunt.” You let out a hasty nod wishing he’d start fucking you faster. Like he read your mind he grounds his cold fingers in your hot hole. The contrast is almost enough to make you come. Soon the two fingers in your cunt rapidly fucked your cunt in rigid and rough motions.

As Bucky fingers you, your body shakes from the pressure he fucks into you. Bucky’s hips are ground to your thigh and as he begins to ground his hard cock onto you, the metal pleats of his arm shift from the base to his fingers inside of you. You jump from the sudden movement.

“Oh fuck. Gonna come...gonna come.” You pant gripping onto his hair.

“That’s it doll come on my fingers.” He grits out. In that moment your pussy flushes with your cum as your body reaches an electrifying climax. Your body can barely stand up from the impact the peak had on you. Bucky places his hands on your shaky thighs and you breath a sign of relief. He looks up at you cocky and then moves his head so he’s continuing to dive into your freshly wet cunt.

“B-buck I can’t-not another.” You pout as your weak clit is worked into his mouth. He moves back and you’re in relief he listened.

“This time doll I’m gonna make you come just on my tongue.” He says before diving back into you. You moan out as his tongue kitten licks right on your aching bud. God if you were so tired why did it feel so fucking good.

Bucky has a tight hold on your thighs like he’s afraid you’re gonna run away from him, slip from his fingers. But he’s never losing you know. He could never leave you and you could never leave him. You’re brought back to reality from a slap to your pussy.

“I’m over here eating this pussy and you’re distracted over there.” Bucky says moving back, to let himself breath a little.

“Not thinking about that. Just thinking about swallowing your dick in my mouth.” You tease, biting your lip. Bucky groans against your thigh at the thought of stuffing your mouth with his cock.

“Soon enough doll.” Bucky moves back to your clit, beginning to roll long strikes against your clit. You throw your head back beginning to feel the pool of butterflies in your stomach flutter. You're close again. And it's not surprising with how skilled Buck is with his mouth. No wonder girls fling themselves at him.

He moves to the small but powerful kitten clits. His tongue is fast and strong and once again you’re coming onto his face. Bucky doesn’t stop this time after you come he’s still under there licking up the rest of your wetness. Once he’s satisfied with his taste he pushes himself off his knees. When you see him face to face he looks fucked. His eyes are dilated and fierce and his hair is disheveled. You don't know what to say. It feels like a dream, a dirty wild unrealistic dream. You grab his hand to make sure it’s real, he’s real. He smiles at the touch and you begin to guide him to the couch.

You turn and push him onto the seat. Now you're the one kneeling as you begin to sink to the floor. Bucky is quick to take his shirt off revealing his tanned ads. You almost moan looking at them.

“Oh fuck.” You whisper and Bucky catches it. He laughs slightly.

“You like what you see doll?” You innocently nod your head and bit your lip.

“I can’t wait to see more.” You tease as you bring your hand to his hard erection. Bucky groans and lifts his hips involuntarily. You grip the hotness of it as you continue to grope the rest of him. You bring your hands to the top of his sweatpants and begin to bring them down. Before you know it his dick strings out and is tall in front of your wondering eyes. You examine everything about it, the slightly purple head, the pulsing veins and lastly the size. It’s long and thick, so fucking thick. As you stare at it you sense he’s almost in pain. He’s so hard it looks like it physically hurts. It’s pulsing and hot as it stands at attention. Your mouth waters at you stare at his masterpiece.

“Don’t be afraid doll...I’m sure it’s not the size you’re used to but I’ll make it fit.” He gloats. He knows he’s huge and that’s probably the worst part. You don’t want him to think you’re inexperienced.

“Shut up.” After that you go in for the kill and try to reveal some of the pain he is in. You wrap your hand around his base as you move your head in the put his head in your mouth. You’re greeted with a salty kiss of precum. You begin to lick his head painfully slow and Bucky’s fingers are gripping the blanket beneath him. You begin to bob your mouth up and down his length trying to get as much as you can.

“F-fuck doll. You’re too good at this.” He grits out as he moves one of his hands to be tangled on your head, guiding you through the process. You ignore his guide ness and pop him out of your mouth. Now you're slowly licking and jerking him off.

“What? Can’t you take it sergeant?” You say before giving him a long wet lick from his base to the tip.

“That’s it.” He grits standing up and grabbing you wrist. Before you can even protest Bucky whips you onto the couch and he’s grinding his cock against your thigh. “You think I couldn’t handle that? Wait until you see yourself when my cock is buried in it.” You gasp at his filthy words. He then balances on his knees and he roughly grabs onto your waist to push you closer to him, your ass directly pushed against his thighs.

He grips himself with a hiss and runs the tips along your slit and up to your clit. The heat of his pulsing dick sends vibrations through your clit like never before. Bucky notices this and then begins to use his tip to play with your clit. By now your pussy is gushing with juices and the need to have Bucky take you as his.

“Bucky...p-please.”

“Bucky? Is that how you address your superior? So cockdumb already you can’t remember.”

“Sergeant...p-p-please. I need your cock.”

“That’s more like it.” Bucky puts the blunt head at your wet entrance. “Wait.” You almost cry at the four letter word. This is it is is when the dream ends. This is when you're supposed to wake up. Or worse this is when Bucky tells you this was a prank. A bet with Sam to see how easy it would to get you into bed. Shit you almost want to vomit from how stupid you were.

“Condom.” Bucky breathes as he moves to stand up. You laugh at yourself. God why did you think Bucky would do such a thing. Then you remember the most important thing you take every morning.

“I’m on the pill. So...” He stays still for a little processing what you said. But once it clicks he gets a devilish smile.

“Fuck doll. You really are an angel.” You smile at his praise. He then comes back to the position you were previously at. “My little angel wants my come in her doesn’t she?” Bucky pouts as he once again puts his tip at your entrance.

“Fuck. Yes Buck, it’s all I want.” You gasp as his head pushes through your hole. Immediately you’re gripping around his thickness and Bucky sings multiple curses from the feeling. You moan around his as he continues his push to bottom out. Each inch he continues makes you gush. When he finally reaches the holt he can no longer quickly whisper fuck and shit anymore.

“Oh fuck doll!” He yells out. “Fucking tight little pussy.” He stays still for a few painful minutes for you to adjust but once you tell him you’re ready he then grabs on of your thighs for stability and he starts fucking you with long quick thrusts. His dick is hitting in every right spot each time he pulls all the way back in and it’s heaven.

“Oh fuck Buck.” You grit out as he continues the brutal pace on your cunt. Bucky slips out of you for a moment as he lays his legs down so he’s no longer kneeling and fully on top of you. Now his face is in front of yours and you both line up perfectly. You lower your hips and he does the same. He quickly enters you again. At this angle it feels like you’re even fuller than before and you’re not sure how that is even possible.

As he fucks into his face tells you all you need to know. He’s enjoying every second of you. You move your hand to grip his hair and push his lips into yours. He groans into the kiss as he makes the thrusts rougher. He’s hungry for it. Your lips, your body, your everything.

“Fuck baby, you really are an angel. So fucking perfect for me. And now you're all mine aren't you angel?” He whispers against your lips.

“Yes-yes Buck, only you.” You can barely make out the response you’re too fucked. His body on top of you is toxic to your tongue and doesn't allow you to form any words.

“Gonna claim this pussy with my come. Gonna ruin every other cock for you.” At this point you can’t form a sentence and you just nod. “So fucking cock dumb can’t even respond.” His thrusts continue and they are as brutal as they are magical. You feel like you’re being swallowed by pleasure. You feel yourself beginning to clench around him more and more. He just continues to hit that spot over and over and over again until...

“Buchanan!” You scream as come around his thick length. Bucky makes the most feral sound you've ever heard. It doesn’t even sound it like a moan it’s just dirty. If you thought Bucky was going his full potential you are so wrong. His thrusts somehow get deeper and faster. So fucking fast it almost hurts.

“You don’t know what that does to me doll.” He groans in your ear as he goes his animalistic pace. “You don’t know the things you do to me doll.” You gasp a little at the comment not knowing what it really means “every time you walk into a room my cock just gets so fucking hard. That first time I met you, you were so sweet and smelled amazing too. Even from then I was fucked. Fucked with the idea of you.”

“Oh Bucky.” You say as you think about what he just told you.

“And I would see the way you looked at me. God it made me animalistic and now I finally have you. All fucking mine.” His thrusts begin to slow down slightly. You can tell he’s about to blow. “Gonna come so fast for you.”

“Do it. Come for me Buck. Please I need it.”

“Fuck yeah you do.” Bucky says as he gives one final thrust before he blows his load. You moan against him as you feel the ropes of come enter your body. It’s so sinful and dirty it makes you want more. Once Bucky’s done he takes himself out and drops to the spot next to you.

“Fuck doll…that was amazing.” You shyly smile at him and nod your head in agreement. “We need to do that more often.”

“My room or yours?” You say sitting up.

“Huh?” Bucky responds looking over at you.

“My room. Meet you there.” You stand up and begin to waddle towards the room you’re staying in. Bucky watches and he feels himself growing hard again. He laughs as he stands up and begins to chase you. Both of you were in for a long night.

[beigehearts]

mmm this does intrigue me... A LOT I love the crazy hillbilly vibes fem!reader

CW: corpses(very descriptive!), blood, kidnapping, puking

It's an early morning, and the dew on the grass shines when the sun hits is. Mother is helping the servants make breakfast and father has gone into town for work. It's not often that you wake up so early, and you would like to enjoy your time outside. Mother does not like when you wander around outside because you always come back with the hem of your dress dirty and tattered. In order to avoid the wrath of your mother, you put on some pants that one of the stable boys let you borrow. Oh but if mother ever saw you in pants when not riding, then you would have to pray for your life.

You lay down in the damp grass, trees providing some shade, but sun still covering your body. It's a beautiful day, you think you may go horse back riding later. Your favorite horse, Tim Tam, would be excited to see you.

Wind blows, rustling the grass around you, sending a chill up your spine. You can just barely see your house in the distance, you walked quite a ways.

The sound of a horse clopping nears, stomping in the grass and surely leaving tracks. You sit up and look around, but can't find the source of the sound. One of the stable boys must have taken a horse out for exercise. Without warning, a horse leaps out of the trees, it rears in front of you and lets out a bellowing neigh. You gasp and scatter backwards.

The horse brings it's hooves down with a loud 'thump'. A man sits atop the horse, tall and intimidating. He dawns dark clothing, between farm clothes and noblemen clothes. There is no other way to explain it. His hair is tied up in a pony tail, and it is quite long. But that's not what catches your attention. It's his eyes. Dark and hollow, endless, hypnotizing.

You clear your throat and stand up, patting the dirt off of your pants. "Hello sir, what brings you around here?"

His voice is flat, monotone, and unchanging. "Get on."

"Excuse me?" You ask, completely baffled.

This scene reminds you of an old story your mother told you. Somewhere in Greece there are two gods, a dark one taking the woman who is amongst the flowers.

He seems angry, only slightly furrowing his brows. It's his eyes that tell you he's frustrated. He leans down, and grabs you by your bicep, gripping it tightly.

"Hey! That hurts!" You yelp out.

There's no time to react when he yanks you from the ground, seating you in front of him on the saddle.

"What are doing?!" You exclaim, unable to move with one of his arms holding you against him. He digs his stirrup into the side of his horse, and with one hand holding the reigns, rushes off.

No matter all of your screaming and crying, there is no escape or answers. Eventually your throat is raw from the yelling, and you fall silent. It feels as if you speak that blood would fill your mouth. Soon enough, a fence comes into view. Beyond the fence you can barely make out a farm house across from the acres of fields. The horse jumps the fence, and trots contently towards the house. As you get closer, you realize just how big this house is. It must be three times as big as your own house. There's a barn to the side of it, it's doors wide open, but it seems that there are no animals inside.

A servant is waiting outside of the house, and when the both of you dismount the horse, he leads it to some stables. The man who abducted you grips your wrist tightly, enough that you know there will be bruises. He remains quiet, and you do the same. The doors are grand, and he pushes through them. He leads you through the foyer and to what must be the Great Chamber of the house. Sitting in a love seat with a round wooden table in front of her, is a tall woman dawning a fascinator, and an elegant dress.

Without turning to look at you she says, "I see you obtained her Illumi. The servants are waiting in her room." So his name is Illumi?

"Thank you mother." He returns.

He leads you up excessively tall stairs and down a hall to a door with locks on the outside of it. He pushes you inside and locks the door behind you.

In the room there are three women, standing in a line with their heads bowed. "Welcome my lady." Says the woman in the middle. The woman to the left follows, "We are to wash and dress you." The woman on the right adds, "Please allow us to do so."

Soon enough, you're sitting on a chair in the nude, the women using cloths on your body. They dip them into the bucket with soapy water, and rubs the cloth up and down your body. You're dressed in under garments, and then in a round gown. Your face is covered with powder, some light lip balm rubbed against your lips, giving them a rosy tint. Lastly, your hair is styled in a way that it never has been, it takes two hours.

It's dark by the time the women unlock the door and leave. You wander around the room, examining the furniture. The curtains are drawn, so you look outside. It's hard to see anything in the dark, the light from the barn being just bright enough to see in the distance. There's a thump from below you, and you peer down closer to the house. Someone is dragging something off of the deck, but as they get further away from the house, you are unable to see them.

If being abducted weren't enough evidence, there is definitely something wrong here. When you try to speak, all that comes out are quiet whimpers and squeals. It's painful to the point you wish you had never tried to speak.

You realize that the bedroom door is cracked, leading to the dark hallway. You make your way over to the door and peek your head out, looking both ways down the hall. It's almost pitch black, the only light from a window, shining bright moonlight. You step out and find yourself wandering to the end of the long hall. A room with two doors which are wide open presents itself. A man sits on the unusually large bed, examining your every move.

He calls out to you in the darkness, "Come in. I don't bite."

You tip toe towards him, standing in front of the bed where he sits. He's large, the moonlight reveals his muscles, and glowing blue eyes. "You will make a wonderful wife." He leans forwards, and pets your face, holding your chin in his hand.

"So strong, so smart. Yes, a wonderful wife for my son." He says. You would protest but there is no way you could produce sounds from your mouth. These people are fucking crazy. "Go on now, explore your new home."

You happily do as he says, pulling your face away from his hand and scurrying out into the hall, and down the stairs. Have these people not heard about candles? They have servants, so they must be able to illuminate their house.

The house is eerily still, the air stiff. The front door, you'll go out pf the front door. But you have a feeling if you try to escape there will be someone on guard.

You push through the heavy doors, needing to put all of your weight and strength in order to open it. The door slams behind you, and you let out a sigh, wiping sweat off of your forehead. Yes, they are neurotic.

This is where you saw the person below you dragging something. There's a path in the grass where something has been pulled through. It's flattened it, leading far away.

You pick up your dress, stepping down the stairs and following the path. Eventually your arms get tired and you drop your dress to the ground, allowing it to be tainted. Your feet begin to hurt as well, so you pull off your shoes and carry them. The grass is wet, and makes a gross squelching sound when your feet meets the ground.

Soon enough a light can be seen, it's the barn. The path leads directly to the barn. Your dress is muddy, the beautiful peach color having turned into a gross black and brown color at the hems.

Your heart begins to pound as you begin to near the wooden structure. You debate turning around and going back to the house, or even trying to escape... but something compels you to continue.

The doors are shut, before they were wide open. Once you step onto the concrete in front of the doors, you wipe your feet on it. Trying to get the gross muddy feeling off, not accomplishing this. You take a moment to gather yourself, and grab the handles of one of the barn doors. Similarly to the house, the door is just as heavy. Your feet scrape against the ground as you pull on the door, causing them to bleed. Quickly you slip inside the door before it shuts on you. Your feet sting and your hands burn from the effort.

It stinks, it smells absolutely rancid. It smells like rotting bodi-...

Humans. Corpses. They hang from the ceiling upside down, being drained of their blood as farmers do with chickens. The ground is covered in blood, a puddle of it that you could swim in. Some people are pinned against boards or walls, just as Jesus was. There's a large bin in the back where bodies are piled into, hands and feet and legs and arms hanging out of it.

The smell is overwhelming. The sight is overwhelming. You fall to your knees and hang your head back, looking at all the nude corpses. Mortifying. Their faces seem to hang off of their head, as if they're melting. Well, those of them that still have faces. Some are blue and purple, some are missing arms. There arms hanging down from the bodies, as if reaching out to someone for help.

Who could do such a thing. What man would do such a horrible thing. You fall forward, holding yourself up on all fours. There's a pile of hair underneath you, and can feel the bile rising in your throat. You can't help it, everything you've eaten in the past week comes pouring out. But at least it smells better than the bodies.

A hand pats your back, and weakly you turn your head to look up. There, 'Illumi' stands, watching you with emotionless eyes.

He looks at the travesty in front of him and back at you. "It would have been best that you stay in the house." He walks forward, and reaches out, touching the hand of one of the hanging corpses. He grips the hand and rips it off of the body, but there's no blood left in that body to come out. It's bloated and diseased, but he throws it into the bin of bodies.

"Go to bed. I will send breakfast and medicinal herbs to your room in the morning." Before waiting for an answer or a reaction, he leaves, leaving you leaning over your own puke.

You would stuff your face in the puke if that meant not smelling the rot anymore. Instead you hurry out of the barn and collapse on the concrete. 'Oh god, oh god please spare me' repeats in your head. It can only get better, right?

[rextasywrites]

Grab a bite (Lady Dimitrescu x f!Reader)

Hello! This is my first smut fic here on Tumblr. Please enjoy, I tried my very best <3 mostly smut with a hint of plot, maybe i can expand this idea??? have fun!

Warning: period blood kink! smut! don’t like don’t read please!

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 The days in the castle hadn’t been pleasant to you...to say it in a mild way. The three vampire chicks had thrown you into the basement, up to rot along your mates. The first one to go was Mike. He had suffered from a cold before you headed into the mysterious village, and his cold soon turned into pneumonia. There wasn’t anything you could do for him apart from making sure he was as comfortable as he could be.

 The next one to go was Jasmin. In the cells you three (and a corpse) shared were quite a few rusty nails and she had the misfortune of stepping on one. Sepsis took her in less than 24 hours.

 Just a few hours ago, it was James who perished. The food given to you by the vampires was barely edible.. for humans. While you suffered from stomach aches quite a lot, James had a bigger problem. His food allergies were through the roof, and a simple dish with some nuts in it was his last meal on death row. You tried to make a tracheotomy, you really did.

 The vampires kept you in the cage for just a little bit longer. The bodies were taken away by them, but you had no chance of escaping. As you laid on the uncomfortable bed that kind of resembled a murphy bed, your mind went to everything you had left behind. Your family, your friends. All of this for a stupid job and “exploring Romania”. Fuck this shit. Were they looking for you? Were they missing you?

 Your stomach churned at all the anxieties creeping up your throat, making you choke back whatever was trying to come back up. But that wasn’t the only weird feeling in your stomach. While you didn’t know how long you had actually been in this hellhole, you knew your birth control ran out several days ago, and now your body was keen on getting its hormone household back into place.

 As if your uterus called her, one of the vampire ladies stood in front of the cell you were locked in, licking over her lips. You couldn’t tell if the darkness of her lips was from lipstick or the fact that she was a half dead monster. “Lady Dimitrescu awaits you.”, the lady said and unlocked the cage. When you first stood up, you had to press your hand against your stomach, feeling how the cramps were slowly getting worse inside of you. The lady just watched with raised eyebrows - do vampires even get periods?

 She led you through the impressive castle, and you wondered when someone cleaned in here for the last time, spiderwebs and dust were settled on nearly every surface. But boy, if it wasn’t impressive. Bigger than anything you had ever seen in your life. This sentence also was fitting for Lady Dimitrescu, who was sitting on her luxurious bed, covers of satin under her impressive...body.

 “My dear, I knew you would make it alive out of there!”, she gave you her biggest smile, and when she stood up...Jesus, she was taller than anyone you had ever seen, easily reaching 2,5 meters. Absolutely supernatural. But the thing which caught your eyes the most were her huge breasts. They were right at eye height for you, and being killed by massive tits seemed like the most pleasant death in this place. Well, at least better than dying because of a rusty nail.

 Lady Dimitrescu cupped your cheeks, feeling how the past few days had made you visibly lose weight already. “Oh my...if you want to survive the ritual, we have to nourish you. Daniela, please, get us some of the wine. I wouldn’t want my daughter to starve, would I?”

 Daniela came back with a bottle of the wine Lady Dimitrescu mentioned, pouring it into two glasses before handing you one, the other one to her...mentor? Mother? You didn’t know. Lady Dimitrescu made your two glasses click together and took a sip off the exclusive fluid, smiling as it made its way to her stomach. The taste wasn’t unpleasant, not at all. A strong taste of dry wine, but the aftertaste was slightly metallic. “You know you are allowed to speak with me.”, Lady Dimitrescu said as she put her glass on the nightstand, which had looked hilariously small in her hands. “You are part of the family now, dear. There is nothing to hide.”

 “Why me?”, was everything you managed out. Daniela had left the room by now, but that didn’t help to lessen your anxiety.

 Lady Dimitrescu chuckled and took your hand into hers, giving you the gentlest smile a vampire demon whatever the fuck she was could give. “Because you are special. The first moment my daughters spotted you in the village, I knew you’d come here. I knew you’d make it out of there alive. And now, I will prepare you for the ritual.”

 “What kind of ritual?”, the questions were clouding your mind. The last ritual you heard of was from Midsommar, and you had no interest in being burnt alive! As your hands started to shake, Lady Dimitrescu tightened her grip on them.

 “I will make you one of us. But first, you have to show me you can handle this life. That you can handle…”, she got closer to your ear as she whispered into it, “my needs.” Her needs?

 Lady Dimitrescu took the glass from your hands, putting it next to hers. Once her hands were free she placed them on your shoulders, pushing you down into the satin covers of her bed, and once you hit the sheets, your eyes felt so heavy. “Don’t fall asleep little dove!”, Lady Dimitrescu shooed, tapping her long fingers against your skin.

 “We would have started this sooner, but sadly”, Lady Dimitrescu gestured to your pants, “you have used this pill which stopped your period. And I need a good taste of you before we can continue.” What? A good taste?

 “I thought vampires drink blood!”, you bursted out, cupping your mouth once your brain realized what you just said.

 Lady Dimitrescu laughed loudly, giving your thigh a little pat. “Oh, we do, little dove. But I need to taste your innocence.” Your innocence… Her words flew around your brain while her fingers touched your bare skin from the holes in your pants. The bucket of water and the washing cloth might have helped you with feeling filthy, but it didn’t help with any ripped clothes. “It won’t hurt, I promise you. And once you have passed this test, you will be one of us in no time.”

 “...Okay?”

 “Good to hear that you agree with me, little dove!”, Lady Dimitrescu smiled, and her next move shook you to the bone. Out of the fingers of her right hand came claws, something straight out of a Wolverine movie! You froze in shock as she came closer, but instead of hurting you, all she did was slowly ripping the fabric of your clothes - or better said, what was left of them. She hummed at the sight under her, while your face became hotter and hotter. “Do not worry, dove. You will get new costumes when I am done with you. We will burn this trash you called clothes. Cheap trash.”

 Soon you were left in your undergarments, Lady Dimitrescu eyeing you up and down as if you were a piece of meat, ready for the predator to rip into its prey. And it wasn’t that wrong of a thought. In the end, you were at her mercy, but slowly her soft touch made you feel warm on the inside, spreading from your stomach, reaching all the way to your fingers and toes, a warmth you hadn’t felt in days. Was it the wine? Or was it something else?

 Lady Dimitrescu smelt old. But not an unpleasant old smelt, not this smell from nursing homes, where the rotten flesh melted into the seats of the wheelchairs. The smell of old books and knowledge, aged like the fine wine she had just given you.

 As your mind was clouded, Lady Dimitrescu continued to undress you. Your period had started by now, and a single drop of your blood fell on the satin covers under your ass. She chuckled, dipping her finger into the blood, licking it clean. “Have you ever laid with a man before, my dove?”, Lady Dimitrescu asked, to which you were ripped out of your thoughts, your reply a simple nod. You didn’t trust your voice anymore. “That’s good. You are pure. You are innocent. Just perfect for my daughters and me. Oh little dove, we are going to have so much fun together!”, Lady Dimitrescu laughed as she clapped her hands together, giving you her widest smile - and for a moment you could spot her fangs. What a weird turn on all of this was.

 Once her finger was clean, a hunger formed inside of her. Your blood...it tasted so good, so fresh, so healthy. Unlike anything she had eaten in the past 500 years - and she fucking wanted more. “Come here, little dove. Spread your legs for the Lady.”, she said as she grabbed hold of your hips, pulling your middle closer. The claws on her right hand had gone back into her skin, and at this point, you didn’t even want to ask why. At this point, all you needed was her.

 Lady Dimitrescu settled between your legs, “Let’s make this a pleasant experience for the both of us, shall we?”, she smiled as she pulled down her dress, exposing her big breasts. “I noticed your stares.”, and by the gods, they were everything you ever wanted and needed. Big, her dress had held them up, it must have been painful to her. They were saggy, but who didn’t appreciate a great pair of tits? You reached upward, your fingers sinking into the soft flesh as she chuckled. Lady Dimitrescu placed her hand on yours, letting you feel her up as you desired.

 “Come on, little dove”, she smiled after some groping from your side. She couldn’t deny, your eager massages on her breasts had left her wet and ready, but she had to prepare you. Maybe once she managed to spill a sweet orgasm from your lips, maybe then she would engage in some self centered pleasure. But right now, you were her main focus.

 Her fingers dipped a finger between your folds, scooping up your wetness mixed with blood. Lady Dimitrescu hummed in delight as she sucked her fingers clean, happiness clearly evident as she savoured the taste on her tongue. “You want to try it too?”, you shook your head in response, to which she laughed, “Oh, you will appreciate blood soon enough, little dove!”

 You couldn’t gasp when Lady Dimitrescu grabbed your hips, pulling you up against her mouth. With your legs wrapped around her shoulders, she had your pussy right in her face, taking in the sweet smell of your arousal and the metallic undertone of blood. Just how she liked it. Just how she imagined it. “Oh, having to wait for you for so many days was terrible, little dove. But now, you are mine.”, she whispered as she dove her head between your thighs, taking in more and more of you. The moment her tongue hit your folds, a loud gasp escaped your throat, surely the vampires outside of the room would hear you. Lady Dimitrescu just chuckled against your wetness, flicking her tongue over your clit as the sweet taste of your wetness spread all across her mouth.

 Her tongue was in the same proportion as her body, longer and thicker than anything you had ever seen before - or felt before. She slurped up whatever fluid she could reach, humming in delight whenever blood found its way into her mouth. The blood of a healthy and innocent virgin had been her favourite kind for so long, so hard to come by and the resulting fullness lasting for even longer. Maybe she wouldn’t turn you and keep you as her little to-go human. But where would be the fun in that?

 As much as you wished she’d use her fingers too, it was like Lady Dimitrescu was reading your mind. “No penetration for you, little dove. You need to stay pure, untouched.”, but eating your pussy out was fine? Well, you had to play by her rules, not yours. You relaxed further in her grip as Lady Dimitrescu refreshed herself on you, feeling hundreds of years younger.

 Your orgasm came crashing down on you, unexpected but with a force you had never felt before. While you groaned and trashed under Lady Dimitrescu’s grip, she kept her lips on your pussy, taking in all the juices she could get her mouth on, the hint of blood making her moan in delight.

 The next thing you know is that the pain in your abdomen had stopped and Lady Dimitrescu had put clothes on your. You rubbed your eyes, blinking as you made sense of what had happened while you were out. The clothes on your body were dark and silky, just like the dress of Daniela before. The hunger inside of you was burning your stomach down, but it wasn’t just a simple hunger.

 You were lusting for blood. Well, time to find Lady Dimitrescu and tell her about the little changes in your body...

[yikesharringrove]

Hey! So think you could do something along the line of Steve finding Billy breaking down (writers choice as to why) somewhere random Billy thought he'd be alone for awhile and Billy is all teeth towards him before Steve coaxes him enough to let him in on why he's so upset. Maybe first kiss? Or just some angst and comfort

Billy was crashing through the woods, didn’t know where he was, where he was going, barely even knew which way was up at this point.

He was driving, trying to find somewhere, anywhere, had gotten out of his car to stumble through the woods.

He heard a branch snap, went still.

“Hello?”

“Jesus Christ.” Steve Harrington, of all people, stepped out from behind a tree, a wooden baseball bat dropping from where he had it, up and ready. It was that fucking nailed bat Max had threatened his dick with.

“What’s with the weapon?” Billy flexed his hands. A fight wouldn’t be so bad right now. He knows he can take Harrington.

“You’re not the worst thing I’ve seen in these woods.��� His eyes looked hollow, empty.

“The fuck you goin’ on about?” Billy could feel his skin itching, his arms shaking.

“Nothing that concerns you, Hargrove.” They stared each other down.

And then Steve stepped closer, holding out the bat.

“You’re giving that to me?” Steve nodded. Billy took it, checking the grip.

“Hit that tree.” Billy looked at him.

“What?”

“You obviously want to hit something, and I’d love to not get the shit beaten outta me again, so, tree.” Billy looked at the bat.

“You gonna be pissed if I break it?”

“Nah. I got like, three of ‘em.” Billy adjusted his stance, holding the bat just like Neil had taught him.

He swung, tree bark splitting and flying into the air when he wrenched the nails out.

He hit it again. And again. And again.

He only figured out he was crying when his vision started swimming, didn’t sop hitting the tree.

He didn’t stop as the bat splintered, as the nails bent and chunks of tree flew off.

And then the bat cracked, split entirely in half.

Billy felt the same.

He threw the piece he was still holding to the ground, burying his face in his hands.

And then there was a warm hand on his shoulder.

Billy whipped around, pushing Steve back from him.

His eyes were wide, and he nearly stumbled over a root.

“What the fuck?”

“Stay the fuck away from me, Harrington!” His blood was pounding in his ears.

“You got two options. Option one: you pound my face in like I can tell you want to. You end up feeling shitty about yourself and I move on. Or, option two: You come eat dinner with me.”

Billy deflated.

“Wh-why?”

“’Cause I’m lonely and got more chicken than I could possibly eat. Besides, you’re in my backyard.” He turned, stepping expertly over a few branches, turning to Billy. “Coming?”

Billy’s not entirely sure why he followed.

The woods opened up to the back of a huge house, a fucking in ground pool right there in front of it.

Because of course Harrington had a giant house with a heated pool.

He led Billy inside the sliding glass door, into the immaculate living room, through to the surgically clean kitchen.

“You live in a model home or some shit?” Steve gave him a tight smile.

“Pretty much.” there was a bucket of KFC on the counter. Steve got two plates from the cabinet, a couple forks, the bucket of chicken. He gestured for Billy to grab the back of sides and Billy stole a few cloth napkins from the neat pile.

Steve led him downstairs to a cozy looking rec room, plopping himself in front of the couch.

“Your parents home?” Billy didn’t want to think about crying in front of him earlier.

“What day is it?”

“Thursday.”

“Not for a week and six days then.” Steve was building himself a plate.

“Must be nice.”

“Used to be.” Billy didn’t know what that meant.

No parents was always a positive.

“What do you mean?” Steve gave him an odd look.

“If I tell you, will you tell me why you were being angry in the woods?”

“Probably not.” Steve shrugged, picking up the television remote.

He put on Indiana Jones.

“Oh, yes. I love this movie.” He scoot forward in his seat, taking way too big a bite of chicken.

It was cute.

Billy mentally kicked himself, tried to stop staring.

It was quiet as they watched the movie, eating the too much food.

“I didn’t know I was in your yard.” Steve looked up at him, a little dazed from pulling his attention away from Indiana.

“I mean, glad I found you. Before anything else did.”

“Anything?” Steve went pale.

“Bears. There’s bears. Here. I saw one. Once.” Billy nodded slowly, one eyebrow raised.

“Bears?”

“Bears.” He watched the movie for a little while longer.

“I just gotta get out sometimes. Be somewhere not in my house. Used to go to the beach, but, uh, no beaches here.” Steve sat up a little straighter.

“We’ve got beaches!” Billy gave him a look. “Well, obviously not ocean beaches, but we’ve got, just come with me.”

He left the t.v. on as he raced up the stairs, running up them on all fours like a little kid.

Billy very fastidiously did not melt at the sight.

Steve was tugging on a jacket, grabbing his keys, and was out the door as Billy rounded the corner.

He didn’t know where Steve was driving him to, but Steve had obviously been there a lot. All the turns were well practiced, and he slid right into a parking spot, the lines too faded to see in the dark.

Billy squinted when he got out of the car.

There were other cars lined up in the other spots, a few spaces left between each car.

Steve led him down a little hill.

“Absolutely pathetic.” Billy could see the water in the moonlight. “This is not a beach.”

“Closest you’re gonna get in Hawkins.” Steve was smiling, all proud of himself.

“Just another reason to fucking hate it here.” Billy flopped down on the shore.

It wasn’t even proper sand, more like, a bunch of pebbles. Steve sat next to him.

“Yeah, there’s a lot of those.”

“It’s worse when you’ve lived somewhere else.”

“Who says I haven’t?”

“No way. I’d bet my right nut you’ve never even left the state.”

“That’s unfortunate to your right nut then, because I went to Chicago once with my dad.” Billy tossed his head back, let his laugh ring out over the water.

“Real world traveler, over here.” Steve shushed his yells, laughing as he did.

“Billy, be quiet, there’s people fucking.”

“Yeah, I kinda put two and two together there, Steve-o.” Steve rolled his eyes. “So you brought me to make out point, then?”

“Lovers’ Lake.”

“Even worse.” Steve huffed a laugh at him. Billy looked out over the water, up at the stars.

There were a lot out here. He could even see the milky way.

“If my dad knew some boy took me out to a place called Lovers’ Lake,” he trailed off.

“Yeah, mine too.” He put on a deep voice, puffing out his chest. “Harringtons aren’t queers, Steven.” Billy looked at him.

“Are Harringtons queers?” His calf was twitching, needed to get his energy out somehow.

“One is.” Steve’s voice was quiet, Billy almost didn’t catch it over the lapping of the water at the shore. “What about the Hargroves?”

“One is.”

Steve smiled at him.

“Maybe they should get together sometime.”

“Yeah, they could go to Lovers’ Lake and make out like a couple a’ dumbasses begging to get caught.” Steve laughed.

“One of ‘em has a big empty house. Gets lonely a lot.”

“The other one doesn’t like bein’ home much.”

“Sounds like they’re a pretty good match.”

“They just might be.” They were leaning into one another, Billy could feel Steve’s breath against his face, could smell his rich boy cologne.

“One of them would really like to be kissed right now,” Steve breathed against his lips.

Billy took his face in both hands, planting a soft kiss to his lips.

It didn’t last long, just something sweet for them to treasure tonight.

“I should probably go home soon.”

“I can drive you to your car, if you want.” Steve stood up, dusting off his ass, holding out a hand for Billy.

They held hands back to Steve’s car. Billy felt like a lovesick idiot.

Maybe he was, just a little bit.

Steve idled next to Billy’s car.

“So, same time tomorrow?”

“Let’s skip the breakdown though, yeah? Don’t think I can do ‘em back to back like that.”

“Then let’s also skip the whole finding you in the scary woods behind my house, too. Just use the front door.”

“You gonna let me pick the movie.” Steve gave him a sharp look.

“You got a problem with Indiana Jones? ‘Cause I don’t think this thing between us can go any further if you do.” Billy laughed. He felt so much fucking lighter after this evening, felt like he could go back, face his dad with a smile.

“No problem, just wanted to watch somethin’ scary.” Steve made a face.

“Not really a scary movie person.” Billy rolled his eyes.

“Then crawl into my lap and be all cute and scared.” Steve’s went all big. “I literally just handed that one to you.”

“Well then you better bring somethin’ horrifying, if this is just a horny ploy.”

“You’ll be scared right outta your pants.” Steve laughed at him, pushing him towards the open door.

“Go away. I don’t like you anymore.”

“See you tomorrow, Stever.”

“Yeah, whatever. See you tomorrow.”

[enamoured-x]

Hello lovely! I see you have opened those requests. May I request a smutty one with prompt 14 for EZ reyes x virgin!reader? Cause ya girl is a thirst bucket.

Yet another smut prompt that got way ahead of me...I need to chill out. Anyways, enjoy! (gif not mine)

Warnings: NSFW

Loving Ez was easy. He was so sweet it hurt and everything he did was to please you. You both were hopelessly in love. He loved that you never judged him for his time in prison and you definitely didn’t mind the club. You loved him through and through and he had never felt luckier or happier. 

You and Ez had been seeing each other for five months now. Although you two were inseparable and had already said the three little words, you still hadn’t been able to do more than exchange soft touches and share kisses. Ez didn’t mind though, he’d wait for as long as he needed to. When you had expressed to him that you were a virgin, he was incredibly considerate and didn’t even bat an eye. He soothed your worries about him not being interested if he had to wait. He’d wait, and if you wanted to wait till marriage, he’d wait. He didn’t care, as long as he had you. 

But you weren’t waiting for marriage or waiting for some special day in honor of it. It was more about nerves than anything, it had nothing to do with wanting to wait. Because damn, you felt your need for him grow stronger everyday. The way he’d work on his bike shirtless while you stared at him for what felt like hours. Or the way he’d wrap his big arms around you when you were cooking. Or when he would practically sleep naked and he’d cuddle you into his bare chest. You were going to explode with your want for him. 

But he never pushed you and anytime your make outs would get a little too heated, he’d stop. You loved him even more for wanting to make sure nothing went too far before you were ready. 

But around your sixth month anniversary, you thought you had enough waiting. 

“Babe, you really didn’t have to go all out. I told you we could celebrate with pizza and I’d be happy.” You explained to Ez as you walked hand in hand toward the restaurant he had picked out. You were dressed in a tight red dress that was modest enough but still showed off all your assets. You were pleased to see him in a black button up and dark washed jeans. He looked delicious. 

“You deserve more than that, babygirl.” He said as he held open the door for you and you both walked in. The hostess sat you as Ez told her about the reservations. You felt your heart swoon at the idea that Ez wanted to treat you to such a nice place. But you weren’t lying, you’d be happy if you celebrated at home with some cheap pizza, as long as you were with him you didn’t mind. 

You both ordered and you tried not to look at the prices. Ez was keen on treating you and you didn’t want to ruin it by bringing up money. You had no doubt he knew how expensive this place was before he booked the reservations, so you pushed it from your mind. 

“I don’t know how to explain to you how happy you make me.” Ez said as you were in the middle of your meal. You were sure your heart was actually melting in your chest. 

“Oh, Ezekiel. If only you knew that what I feel for you goes deeper than love.” You explained. He set his fork down and grabbed your hand in his. 

“I’m gonna marry you one day, you know that right?” His words put a smile on your face and you squeezed his hands. 

“Can’t wait.” You told him as you share a lingering gaze and then return to your food, talking about random stuff. You couldn’t help but admire him as he talked and told his stories. He looked more than good tonight. The fact that he got all dressed up for you, took you out to some fancy dinner, said the most sweetest things. You bit your lip as your realization started to hit you. Like everything cleared up. 

“You listening, mamas?” His question broke you out of your thoughts. 

“I’m ready.” You said.

“Ready for what?” He asked and took a sip of his wine.

“For you to take me to bed.” Your words had him choking on his wine as he started to cough. You couldn’t help yourself as you laughed at him and urged him to drink his glass of water. 

The people around you spared some glances in your direction but went back to their meals. 

“I… what…” He cleared his throat.

“Cat got your tongue?” You asked with a smirk. 

“Something like that. Are… are you sure? What brought this up?” He asked, getting serious. 

“Positive. I just… I love you and I don’t want to wait anymore. I’m ready.” You told him. His gaze softened and he grabbed your hand once again. 

“Okay, as long as you’re sure. Like I said, I can wait.” You sighed softly at his words. You were convinced there was no better man than Ez. 

“Take me home, Ez.” Is all you said for him to ask the waiter for the check. 

You had waited long enough and you were desperate for him. As you stepped into your apartment, Ez let you control the tone and take the lead.

“Don’t worry about me. Just kiss me and don’t stop.” You said to him and he pulled you into his chest and pressed his lips against yours. Your toes curled as his tongue met yours and his hands pulled you in by your ass. The kiss set the tone itself as you were both desperate to get started. You both blindly walked back to your room, your lips never leaving his. He wouldn’t let you disconnect. 

When you got into your room he finally pulled away to trail soft kisses down your neck. You moaned as he sucked on the spot just underneath your ear. 

“Fuck, I wanna hear a lot more of that, baby.” You started to unbutton his shirt as he continued his assault on your neck and collar bone. Once he was out of his shirt you quickly undid his pants and he helped slide them off. His briefs were tented and he moaned once you started running your hands up and down his chest. 

“Need this dress off you.” He said as he pulled away and turned you around. You let him handle you, the heat pooling in your belly growing. He started pulling the zipper of your dress down excruciatingly slow. He placed kisses to the bare skin of your shoulders. 

“Ez…” You whined as he continued to take his time. He chuckled softly before finally getting to the bottom and then sliding the dress off you. Despite not realizing you were going to sleep with him tonight, you wore your lacy black underset. 

“Jesus…” He mumbled under his breath. You went to turn around but he placed his hands on your hips and kept you in place. He pulled you into his chest and you let out a sigh at his bare skin against yours. Your breath hitched as his hands moved from your hips to your stomach and up to your breasts. He cupped them through your bra and you arched back into him and let out another moan. 

“Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.” He said as he continued to massage your covered breasts. 

“Yes, Ez. Please, I want you.” It was enough for him. His hands slid away from you as he unclasped your bra and then it finally fell to the floor. Your cheeks warmed and you fidgeted.

“None of that, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He whispered into your ear before placing a gentle kiss to the shell of it. His hands found their way back to your breasts again and when his calloused hands met your nipples, you whimpered. After a few moments he traded his massaging for taking the nubs between his fingers and pinching lightly.

“Fuck! Ez…” You rolled into him as the heat in your core was burning hotter. 

“So responsive.” He moaned and grounded into you. His hard on now rubbing against your ass. 

“Get on the bed.” He said and pulled his hands away from you. You felt a shiver run through you at his words but you complied and scooted back onto the bed. He watched you and then he slid off his briefs. Fuck. He was packing. His length wasn’t too concerning, what had you nervous was his girth. He was thick and despite being worried, it only made you grow hotter. 

He stroked himself a few times and then climbed onto the bed, settling between your legs. 

“Can I?” He asked as his fingers played around with the hem of your panties. You swallowed and nodded at him. Your nerves were tamed by his soft smile. He grabbed your panties and slowly pulled them down your legs. You wiggled a little under his gaze as he took you in.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous. All fucking mine.”

“All yours.” You said and he smirked. He grabbed your leg and pulled it up to his shoulder and started placing kisses at your ankle and up your calf. He did the same with the other one and then scooted back to lay on his stomach in front of the bed. Your eyes widen as his face was now close to your core.

“Ez…”

“Need to taste you. You gonna let me taste you?” He asked as he placed kisses on your thighs this time. You couldn’t help but roll your hips up. Your body was on fire and everywhere Ez touched was burning.

“Yes, please.” You weren’t embarrassed by your begging. Not with Ez, you were never embarrassed with him. 

His kisses started to get closer and then finally he kissed your center. You moaned at the small touch. And then you let out a cry when his tongue swiped up from your entrance to your clit. 

“Oh my god.” You said and bucked your hips. He properly placed your legs around his shoulder and held down your stomach, he then wasted no time diving in. His tongue flicked your clit a few times before he added his lips and started sucking. 

“Ez!” You clenched the bedding in your hand, your other hand going to the back of his head to bring him closer to you. He kept his pace as he sucked and licked, even dipping his tongue in to your entrance, making you go crazy. Your wetness only seemed to spur him on as he pulled you closer to his mouth.

“You taste so fucking sweet.” Is all he said before going back in. 

You were fucking flying. Your legs were starting to shake and you knew you were close.

“Ez, I’m close, fuck!” His thumb started to rub your clit and you were almost there.

“Come for me, hermosa.” He said and continued his assault. A few moments later you were falling off that cliff. His tongue worked you to the end of your orgasm until it became too much and he pulled away. His lips were wet and his beard was also soaked with your wetness. He smirked as you noticed and licked his lips. 

“You taste like fucking heaven. Could spend all night between those thighs.” He said as he moved up so he could be face to face with you. His words had you ready for more and you pulled him down for a kiss. Tasting yourself on his tongue only made you wetter.

“I need you inside me.” You told him as you wrapped your legs around his waist. After that orgasm, your fears were long gone. You knew from his size that it would hurt but you didn’t care, you wanted him.

“Tell me if it’s too much and we’ll stop. If you don’t like something, tell me.” He grabbed your chin and placed a soft kiss to your lips. All you could do was nod, your brain already clouding with lust again. He grabbed his member and lined himself up with you. You gave him a nod to continue. He pushed forward slowly and you let out a breath as the tip pushed through. The stretch was unfamiliar, the burn, although a bit painful, was almost comfortable. He started to push in little by little. His groans were sinful as he felt you around him. He placed kisses to your lips every few seconds. You cried out a little at the stretch as he finally bottomed out.

“You good, baby?” He asked. You nodded and he softly kissed your cheeks, then your forehead, and then the corners of your mouth.

“Just…give me a second.” You told him as you squeezed his back.

“Of course, whenever you’re ready.” You took in a deep breath and ran your hands up and down his back.

“I love you.” He told you and you smiled.

“I love you too.” You rolled your hips slightly to get use to him and he moaned from the moment. You really liked the sound of that, so as you felt the pain dim, you rolled your hips up again.

“Please move.” You said and he pulled out and pushed in slowly. 

“Fuck…” He groaned as he repeated the process. You felt so full and the thrusts were bringing you closer to another orgasm. 

“Faster, I’m okay now.” He picked up his speed at your words. Relying on the fact that you wouldn’t hesitate to tell him if you were in pain or you didn’t like something. 

“You’re so fucking tight. Feel so good around me, baby. So good.” You moaned at his words. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth and that’s when you started to buck up to meet his thrusts. 

“Fuck, Ez! Just like that.” You scratched at his back and he let out a growl as he pushed in deeper and thrusted faster. 

“You like that, baby? Am I making you feel good?” He asked and sucked harder on your nipple. 

“So good, Ez. It feels so good.” A tear escaped your eye at the pleasure rolling through you. He looked up and when he saw the tear, he kissed it away.

“God, I love you. The only one for me. Mi reina.” You pulled him in for a bruising kiss. His thrusts never faltering. 

“Mi rey.” You said. He groaned and slid a hand down to your clit. His thumb met your nub and you arched into him.

“Ez, I’m gonna come.” Is all you could say as you got sucked back into the feel of him inside you and on you. He was everywhere and you still wanted more. 

“Me too, baby. Gonna come with me?” You nodded your head. His thumb worked you over faster and his thrusts were hitting deeper. 

“Yes, Ez!” You whined as you were teetering on the edge and then finally you let go. Your climax took over and you were seeing stars. You were still so deep into your orgasm that you only faintly heard Ez grunt with your name on his lips and then you felt him spill inside you. He rolled his hips as both of you were still coming down. Finally you were able to catch your breath as your high left. 

He brought you into a kiss and you responded to his tongue making its way inside your mouth again. He pulled out of you slowly and you winced at the slight ache that was already forming. 

“Give me a second.” He got off the bed and went into the bathroom adjoining your room. You were too tired to move and a few moments later, he walked back in with a wet rag in his hand. 

“Just gonna clean you up, okay, corazón?” You weakly nodded. He kissed your knee before opening your legs slightly. The warm cloth met your core and you flinched. You were sensitive. He tentatively swiped along your core and then pulled away. He went back into the bathroom and came out a minute later, probably cleaning himself up too. He then pulled the covers over you before sliding in with you. He wasted no time in pulling you on top of him. 

“Are you okay?” He asked as he stroked your hair. 

“More than okay. That was amazing.” You were still floating. 

“Yeah, it was. Are you sure you’re–” 

“Baby, I’m fine. And tomorrow when I’m not so sore, we’re going to do that again,” you trailed a finger down his neck, “and then again and then again.” You said as your hand was now on his heart. 

“Fuck,” He muttered. “You’re going to be the death of me but what a way to go.”

[duchessfics]

Underestimation

(https://duchessfics.tumblr.com/post/612885556559593472)

Billie, Reader x Wilhemina

Requested by @urleastfavtree​: Can I request either Billie or Mina where they’re out at a bar and some guys are challenging themselves to get the waitresses (reader’s) number and then Billie/Mina asks for it right in front of the guys and they get the number and a kiss too???

Warning(s): Guys being dudes, Mentions of alcohol, Mentions of police, Brief bar fight (but nothing too serious)

Summary: While bartending, the reader has to deal with some sleazy business men, and in the process she meets one of her biggest idols. However, things get complicated when her girlfriend shows up to pick her up from work.

Word Count: 3875

A/n: I hope this turned out alright @urleastfavtree​. I know I kind of veered off from what you requested, but this idea crossed my mind and I couldn’t shake it off. 😊

While Billie didn’t imagine herself ending up at some bar in downtown LA, today’s location for her newest TV special was more intense than she anticipated. Of course years of experience have helped her to conjure up a white light of protection when necessary. But the aura of illumination can only do so much. It doesn’t prevent the ever-present anxiety of the unknown or sleepless nights due to nightmares from past interactions with the paranormal.

So that is why the medium is perched on a barstool, nursing a third glass of red wine and contemplating if some whiskey will be her next choice of beverage.

The low-lit room is practically empty, allowing the classic rock music to softly fill the room with the occasional snickers emitted from the small group of businessmen nearby and the light clink of the freshly washed glasses you replace on the racks behind the bar.

While you hear the men muttering amongst themselves with sporadic bursts of laughter, you remain focused on your task. Even though you’re a bartender, there is something about men that is unnerving to you. Of course you try to keep pleasant, but avoid any other non-essential interactions. Just thirty more minutes until you close. Then you’re free to go home.

“Hey, sweetheart, we’ll take another round of beers.” 

Sweetheart. 

You take a second to compose yourself, transforming your clenched jaw into a pleasant smile and turning to face the three men.

“Same beer?” You chirp, trying to ignore their roaming eyes.

The man who seems to be the ringleader sports a wolfish grin as he responds, “Whatever you think, darlin’.” For a second your lip tremors and nearly curls up in disgust. But you catch yourself and squat behind the counter to open the fridge and grab 3 beers. As you hold them by their necks, you take a deep breath to calm your nerves and temper. 

They’re just lonely. Think of the tips. They have designer suits on and if you play nice they may be generous.

When you stand back up, your pleasant façade is back in place and you remove the bottlecaps, setting the drinks before each man. In an effort to avoid speaking, you keep your eyes downcast as you take their empty bottles. However you make the mistake of meeting the gaze of the man with icy blue eyes. He takes a swig of his beer before saying with a smirk, “Thanks, doll.” You nod in acknowledgement sporting a reserved smile and put the bottles in the box containing the other empty bottles. Then you pick up the container and try not to run into the kitchen on your way to dump the discarded bottles into the recycling out back.

The blonde near the opposite end of the bar doesn’t miss the exchange, rolling her eyes at the men’s words. And when you disappear behind the door, the one who thanked you turns to the others and claims, “I bet I could get her number.” Then one who originally asked for beers scoffs and sneers, “She didn’t even look at you. Besides if anyone would get her number it’s me.”

Then the third one with slicked back jet black hair comments, “You both talk too much. I guarantee that if I asked for her number right now she would melt.” Their assertions make Billie softly chuckle, but she swallows her sounds down with a sip of wine before the men can notice. While she thinks this behavior is childish, it’s pretty typical. However, the medium nearly smashes the glass she holds when Mr. blue eyes makes a proposition:

“I’ll bet 50 bucks I can get her number first.”

“Only 50? I’m in.”

“Me too.”

Then the one who proposed the bet says, “And even if one of you somehow gets her before me, which I highly doubt will happen. But if it does...well…I don’t mind sloppy seconds.”

His comment makes all three of them snicker and they murmur words of agreement. Then, as if on cue, you re-enter the bar area with a small bucket of steaming water and washcloth.

You hear the men hiss indistinct words amongst themselves, but actively ignore them, setting the bucket towards the middle of the bar and wringing the excess water out of the rag before starting to wipe down the countertops. Unfortunately, the talkative leader clears his throat and asks, “So you’ve worked here awhile?”

You continue to wipe the counter clean, keeping your back to them as you answer, “Not really. Just about 6 months.”

Billie has to stifle another chuckle when the man who spoke grumbles at being practically ignored. So much for being suave.

Sadly, the cloth can only go so far, and you have to return to the bucket, making eye contact with the ringleader as he asks, “Well how did a pretty girl like yourself end up here?”

Jesus Christ. The arrogance of this man!

After swirling the wash cloth around in the soapy water, you wring out the excess water while replying in an attempt at a casual tone, “I gotta pay my bills somehow. This was just the first job that hired me when I moved here.” His eyebrows raise and he states, “Well I have plenty of friends in high places, darlin’. If you gave me your phone number I could get you a real nice job.” You can’t help but laugh at his supposedly generous offer and assure him, “I’m good for the moment. But thanks.” Then you step away to continue wiping down the counter, missing his enraged expression.

Billie smirks in amusement as she watches the other two silently tease him. Then the one with blue eyes looks in your direction to make his move. He smoothly says, “I’m sure it gets lonely sometimes. It’s nice to have some friends around, doll. I’ll make a deal with you: if you give me your number, I’ll give you mine.”

This time you don’t stop your motions, rolling your eyes as you answer in a firmer tone, “I’d rather not.”

The medium notices your clenched jaw and decides to grant you some reprieve. So she finishes off the rest of her wine in one generous-sized drink before asking in a calm tone, “Could I have another drink please? Whenever you have the chance, of course.” You look up to the blonde and silently thank her, rushing over to her side while answering, “Yes.” The other bartender must have served her earlier, because you would recognize that face and voice anywhere.

Billie Dean Howard.

But you don’t want to make her uncomfortable by acting star-struck. You’ve seen other celebrities here and nothing annoys them more than a pestering fan. When you meet her dark brown eyes, it’s fortunate that the lighting is dim so she can’t see your flustered expression. You take the empty wine glass before asking, “Same drink?”

The medium lets out a low hum while her eyes scan over the numerous bottles along the back wall of the bar. Then she looks to you and replies, “Actually I’ll take some whiskey.” So you pull down the bottle and take your time pouring the amber liquid into a fresh glass tumbler.

While you do, Billie softly asks, “Do you get guys like them often?” The question makes you let out a sigh of relief and you set the bottle back on the liquor shelf before looking to her and softly replying, “Depends on the night. But I’m glad someone else notices.” She smiles and holds out her hand while stating, “I’m—”

But you finish her sentence, “Billie Dean Howard. Medium of the stars.” You take her hand and shake it as you quickly stutter, “I-I didn’t mean to cut you off. It’s just…I’m a big fan.” But she just chuckles and releases your hand picking up the glass while murmuring with a raised eyebrow, “I take it you’ve seen some of my work?” You look down to the glossy tabletop as you admit, “I’ve watched you since your first lifetime special. I—I love your work Miss Howard.”

But you look to her and quickly apologize before assuring her, “I don’t mean to sound obsessive or anything—”

She chuckles and soothes, “You’re fine, sweetheart.” However she immediately stiffens and says, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to say sweetheart. I’ve probably drank too much—”

But you cut her off and say with a smile, “No—No it’s ok. When you say it, it feels different.” She relaxes a little and takes a long swig of her drink, letting out a soft hiss at the warmth in her throat and cheeks. Then she goes to say something, but one of the men distinctly clears his throat making you look over.

It’s the one who hasn’t spoken to you holds up his bottle before saying, “I need another beer, sugar.” 

Another beer your ass. He was just jealous of the attention you were giving to Billie.

The woman across from you doesn’t miss the low growl in your throat. But you dutifully walk over and reply, “After this round I’ll have to cut you off since we’re closing.”

All three of the men’s eyes darken and the one who asked for another beer teases, “Awe come on, darlin’. We won’t stay long.” But you look to them and softly reply, “I’m afraid it isn’t up to me. But there’s a bar down the street that stays open later.” 

In response he purrs, “But if we go there we won’t be able to see your pretty face. I promise we’ll make it worth your time, sugar.” Your stomach churns and you feel nauseous with the way he looks at you like a piece of meat. And to your embarrassment, you find yourself weakly stuttering out, “I-I’m sorry. But my manager would be really upset.” Before anymore can be said you take their empty bottles and replace them with new ones, keeping your eyes downcast.

Fortunately the men don’t say anything to stop you besides muttering amongst themselves. When you go back to wiping the counter closer to Billie. Her chocolate brown eyes twinkle as she mischievously asks, “Are you gonna have to cut me off too?” Her false innocence causes you to smile before replying, “I’m afraid so, Miss Howard.”

She takes another sip, warming her body even more as she purrs, “Please, call me Billie.” You look up and notice her flushed cheeks and unfocused gaze. She is at least tipsy but looks to be closer to drunk. However, she does remain poised for the state she’s in and still looks devastatingly beautiful.

You both quietly observe each other for a moment before you look down to the counters you clean. Billie finishes off her drink, starting to feel the effects of drinking that whiskey so fast. Then she quietly says, “They were right about having friends in high places.”

You place the rag back in the water to rinse it and wring out the excess as you admit, “Probably.” Then you say in a softer tone, “But I don’t think I want their friends.” The blonde nods in understanding and looks down to her one finger that casually traces the rim of the now empty glass as she asks, 

“What if I could help you out? Only if you’re interested of course.” 

You pause your movements, mouth gaped in shock. But you manage to snap your mouth shut and ask, “Y-You would do that for me? But I’m no one special. I mean…I’m just a mediocre bartender.”

Billie chuckles and ceases her movements before looking up to you and answering, “I would be happy to. And you are special.” Her compliment sends you over the moon and you can’t stop grinning like an idiot. 

Billie Dean Howard just called you special. Does it get any better than that?

“Thank you Miss—I mean, Billie.”

She chuckles and replies, “You’re welcome. Could I get your name and number to contact you?” The way she looks to you with her warm brown eyes doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable. So you rip off a piece of paper off of the pad where you write down orders and jot down your cell phone number and name.

Maybe it’s because Billie’s drank too much or that she hasn’t slept with someone in a hot minute, but the way you bite your lip in concentration as you write makes her insides pool. Then when you look to her again and smile with the outside corners of your eyes crinkling a little at the movement, she feels a sense of desire filling her.

You slide her the slip of paper and say, “Thank you again, Billie. I definitely owe you one.” In the process, she gently takes your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours as she purrs, “You don’t owe me anything, sweetheart. I’m just happy to help.”

As she looks to you, the medium leans closer and says in a low purr, “Y/n is a beautiful name.” 

She doesn’t want to—she wouldn’t be kissing you, right? 

She keeps coming closer so you stutter out, “Billie, um, I-I didn’t mean to lead you on like that. You see I have—”

But you get cut off by your partner snarling, “Who the hell is this?” That’s when you see the woman in purple at the end of the bar. Her lip is curled, and she looks to Billie with nearly black eyes and if you don’t intervene now, the medium may be joining those she interviews permanently.

So you run over to your girlfriend and soothe, “It was just a misunderstanding, Mina. She’s had a lot to drink.” Then you cup her face and encourage her to look at you before you say, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. If you want, you can wait in the car. I didn’t mean to upset you.” She looks to you with those darkened eyes and you see a hint of hurt and betrayal behind the rage.

So you kiss her lips and whisper, “We can talk about it after I close. No secrets. She’s just drunk and got the wrong idea, Mina. I promise.”

Then Billie walks up, but doesn’t come too close before saying, “I’m sorry. She’s right. She never acted towards me; I’ve had too much to drink. But this is my fault. She was just saying that she had a girlfriend.”

By now your girlfriend has an arm draped around your waist and holds you possessively close. But you sense the heat of her initial rage stabilizing as she looks to you and asks in a low voice, “You were?” You wrap both of your arms around her and reply, “Yes. I know what it looked like, but I promise you, Mina you’re my girl. And I’m yours completely.” 

She pauses and you can sense the wheels turning in her head as she tries to decipher the truth. But she lets out a breath and says in a quiet voice, “I’ll just wait in the car.” You give her a small smile and press a kiss to her lips.

But the moment gets cut off by one of the men saying, “You would really choose her over one of us?”

That makes all three of you look over and you’ve had enough of their bullshit. Your eyes narrow and you shoot back, “Yes. I would.”

The man with blue eyes scoffs and comments, “But you don’t look like a lesbian. You dress so…normal.” That makes your blood boil and you don’t prevent your upper lip from curling as you sneer, “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Now the lead man steps forward, and you back away from Mina to stand on your own so you face them directly. He looks to Billie and says, “Well the blonde,” then he pauses, looking her over before continuing, “she could go either way. And the ginger…” he trails off as he eyes her up and down. After a moment, his eyes return to yours and he asks,

“Are you sure you’re really into chicks, sweetheart? Maybe your past experience with men was lacking. But I can treat you like you deserve so you won’t have to settle for... less.”

That son of a bitch.

Rather than answering with words, you walk up and slam your fist into his jaw and keep punching as you yell, “Going out with you would be settling for less you piece of shit!” As you bust his nose and blood gushes out enough to get on your clothes and he yells, “Call the police!” Then you knee him where it counts, sending him down to the ground with a cry.

Once he’s down you run at the man with blue eyes and manage to punch him as you scream, “My girlfriend is better than any of you will ever be! You’re just some fucking perverts!” But before you can knock him or the other man down, two sets of arms wrap around yours, holding you back. You squirm in their grasp and only see red as you growl, “Let me go! They deserve this! The fucking bastards!”

But Billie uses her strength to hold you back on your left side while Wilhemina leans close on your right side. Then she says in an unusually soothing tone, “Hey, it’s ok, darling.” You thrash and roar, “But they insulted you! You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me!”

You see the red and blue lights flash outside of the bar and an officer enters the building. Immediately the men spring into action showing off the damage you enacted on them. That’s when you stop resisting and realize what the consequences of your actions could be. The officer doesn’t handcuff you, but you have to ride with him to the police station where both Wilhemina and Billie promise to meet you…

While Wilhemina Venable would never be caught in such a compromised position hugging you close to her while rubbing your back and murmuring soothing words in public. She not only permits this behavior but encourages you to keep close as you weep into her lilac dress.

Why did this have to be your fault? When you tried to explain to the officer how they were treating you, he said there was no evidence of harassment or threat. And with how injured the one man was, charges could be pressed. This is all your fault. You’ll be lucky to keep your job after this

Between your in-depth interview with the police, the men’s hurtful words, and the time now being around 2 in the morning the tears that pour from your eyes seem impossible to stop. Your face is buried in Mina’s chest and she keeps her arms wrapped around you protectively watching Billie calmly speak with the three men.

Even though the medium is still slightly inebriated, she keeps a charming smile on her lips and warm eyes as if discussing the weather. But Wilhemina also notices that her posture remains tall and her arms are crossed over her middle in an unapologetic stance. Then she gestures over to your trembling figure and the men look to you both. Automatically, the red head holds you slightly closer and looks at them with a cold stare. They speak a little longer and eventually the men walk away.

Billie takes a moment to let out the breath she had been holding and walks over to you, wobbling just a little in her heels. Once she’s close enough, the blonde says, “They aren’t going to press charges.” 

Mina relaxes a little and asks, “What made them decide not to?” By this point, you’ve peeked your head up to look at her and she smirks before replying in a sly voice, “I have my ways.” She gives you a warm smile, but your lip tremors and you rasp, “I’m so sorry for pulling you into this, Billie. I can’t believe I was so stupid—”

She kneels before you and takes one of your hands before soothing, “Don’t say that, sweet girl.” Billie looks to the woman who holds you, making sure she isn’t getting too close, but the woman in purple doesn’t seem bothered. Instead she continues her sentiments, saying, “They were provoking you in the hopes of getting a reaction. If anything, they were stupid for underestimating how you would react.”

Then the medium lets out a small chuckle and says, “You should have seen their faces when you threw the first punch.” Wilhemina smiles too, making you duck your head to hide your grin. Billie brushes her thumb over your knuckles for a moment before releasing your hand and standing up.

The movement causes you to look up and see the blonde watching you both. Then she says, “I want to apologize again about the misunderstanding earlier.” 

Your girlfriend shakes her head and hesitantly replies, “I overreacted before knowing the truth. But I should thank you for speaking with them about not pressing charges.” You look at her with wide eyes, shocked that she would actually admit error on her part to someone she just met.

And Mina surprises you even more when she asks, “Is there any way we could make it up to you?” 

Did Wilhemina Venable just ask that? 

In response, Billie gives a demure smile and casually replies, “Well…we could go out to dinner sometime. I wouldn’t mind the company of two beautiful women.” Then she has the audacity to give the red head a wink, and Mina actually blushes. The woman blushes. This whole ordeal may have a silver lining after all.

Your girlfriend’s reaction makes you giggle and Billie sports a wicked grin as she purrs, “I have y/n’s number so I can let you know when I’m available.” The woman in purple still seems stunned by the medium’s forwardness so you reply, “Oh we will. Thanks again, Billie.” Then she says goodbye and walks away.

Once she’s out of the police station, you chuckle and tease, “She really flustered you, didn’t she?” 

Wilhemina clears her throat and rolls her eyes before replying, “It merely surprised me. That’s all.” You both stand up and begin to walk out to your car. And as you do, you comment, “I guess Billie may not be so bad after all. Maybe we could even get to know her a little better.”

The red head lets out a humorless laugh and replies, “Don’t push your luck, dear.” You both get in the car and begin to drive home. As you do, your phone lights up with a text:

I’m available Friday night if you’re interested in dinner? -Billie

You read her text out loud while Mina drives and she keeps quiet. So you wait a moment before asking, “How should I respond?” The red head taps her fingers on the steering wheel and slowly replies, “Friday works.” 

Her calm demeanor surprises you and you ask, “You’re sure? We don’t have to go out with her if you’re not comfortable.”

Your girlfriend keeps her eyes on the road as she comments, “I’m sure. She seems…interesting. I wouldn’t mind talking to her more.” You smile to yourself and text back,

Friday works. I think you have a captive audience with Mina, which is very rare. 

After a couple minutes, Billie responds, 

I’ll make a reservation. And I’m glad she’s interested. I’m interested in getting to know both of you as well. I look forward to seeing you both again.

You smile at her response and put your phone away, looking forward to getting some sleep and your dinner with Billie Dean Howard.

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[cake-writes]

Sin

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Incest (big brother & little sister), Sex Pollen, Smut (fingering & missionary), Enhanced Reader, 18+

Word Count: 2.1k

Hell yeah, I’ve got like 10 requests for this kink in my inbox! Dedicated to all my ladies with the same fucked up big brother kink as me. Wrote this in like 2 hours whilst listening to this song on repeat.

Your body was entirely too hot, a stark contrast to the cold weather outside: winter, with two feet of snow on the ground and black ice all over the roads. With the seatbelt resting uncomfortably between your breasts, your bare thighs and back stuck to the leather passenger’s seat as Bucky drove you through a blizzard on the way back to the Quinjet.

The mission was a failure.

Whatever intel Hydra still had under wraps, you hadn’t been able to retrieve it. Instead, you’d walked right into a trap. The moment the two of you broke into the warehouse, a bucket of acid spilled from the rafters right down the front of your body – strong enough to melt away your clothing, yet gentle enough not to hurt you. 

Much.

If you weren’t enhanced, it probably would have killed you. As it was, the acid stung, burned, made your flesh entirely too sensitive to the touch. What’s worse was that it dried within a minute or two, but the chemical reaction only worsened. Even the soft fleece blanket your brother retrieved from the trunk seemed to chafe, but you covered yourself with it anyway.

At least, in the beginning.

Your skin was still flushed wherever the acid melted away any hint of modesty you might have had. You could still almost feel it trickling down your body, that uncomfortable tingling sensation as it dissolved the thick fabric of your tac gear -- not to mention your bra and panties. The pleasant sting of it still lingered on your nipples and your clit, and the heady scent of it stuck to you, acidic and cloying and far too sweet.

By the time the two of you reached the Quinjet, you weren’t the only one burning up.

What you could recall was Bucky’s agonizing warmth as he carried you onto the jet; the chill of his metal fingertips as they dug into your bare side, where the blanket must have slipped away; and the smell of him, cedar and spice – so masculine – which sent a surge of heat straight to your core.  

A fever dream. Unbearable pain laced with the most incredible pleasure.

When he lay you down on the padded table, your fingers caught in his tac vest.

“Bucky,” you whined, squeezing your thighs together. “It hurts.”

“I know,” he murmured, smoothing your hair away from your sweaty forehead with one large hand – flesh, not metal. Hot, too hot.

“Use your—” you panted, back arching off of the table, “your other one. Fuck.”

His eyes met yours, steel blue full of conflict and confusion until you pulled his vibranium hand to your forehead. Then your eyes fluttered shut and you let out a soft, shaky breath. While it did nothing to alleviate the ache in between your legs, or all over the rest of your body for that matter, the metal was ice cold and for that, you were thankful.

Not for long, however. Your body heat quickly warmed it right up.

“Tell me what to do,” Bucky pleaded with you. “What should I do?”

“Autopilot,” was all you could manage. Raspy. Desperate.

Get me back to the lab.

Bucky was gone for no more than a minute or two at most, but to you it felt like an eternity. You barely even noticed when the Quinjet took to the air, too absorbed in the sensations prickling at your bare skin. At some point, you kicked away the blanket – not that you cared. 

All you could feel was the thrum of desire running through your veins. The evidence was smeared in between your bare thighs, white and creamy.

By the time your brother returned, you couldn’t think straight anymore.

“Jesus,” Bucky swore under his breath at the sight that greeted him: his little sister writhing on the table, naked and wanting and his resolve was already about to snap. The too-sweet aroma permeating the air of the Quinjet wasn’t just affecting you, but him, too, especially with his enhanced senses. That wasn’t the only thing he could smell; the tang of your arousal was unmistakable.

“Tell me what to do,” he said again, low and rough. “What do you need?”

Bucky knew what you needed. He just couldn’t give it to you.

“I don’t know,” you sobbed. “Do something, Bucky, please.”

Couldn’t quickly turned to shouldn’t, and he swallowed thickly. “I— I can’t—”

You finally cracked your eyes open to peer up at him, only to find that he looked just as wrecked as you felt. His eyes were half-lidded and hazy, pupils blown as he stared at you, naked and on full display in front of him. All for him.

“Please,” you begged, bringing his flesh hand to the center of your heaving chest.

Bucky’s palm was so hot to the touch against your flushed, hypersensitive skin. You weren’t sure if it was you or him who brought it to your breast, but the way he tweaked your nipple let you know it wasn’t entirely you.

Even his protest was weak. “You… You don’t know what you’re saying, sweetheart.”

The pet name rolled off of his tongue so easily, despite the fact that it wasn’t something he’d ever called you. It made you shiver. You peered up at him through your lashes, worrying your lower lip in between your teeth as you pulled his hand lower – trailing it down your stomach to the top of your curls.

“Please,” you repeated, breathier this time. 

His resolve shattered to pieces.

The way Bucky kissed you was rough and desperate, and although the passion behind it may have been artificial, his skill certainly wasn’t. You knew what a playboy he used to be and he definitely didn’t disappoint. His tongue just barely traced the seam of your lips before you opened your mouth to him, letting him dominate you in every sinful way.

It wasn’t right.

It didn’t matter.

Your body was on fire and he was the only one who could put out the flame.

Bucky’s fingers slid between your slick folds with ease, and you moaned into the kiss at the intimate contact. Even you could hear how wet you were.

That was when his lips left yours to suck and bite at the tender flesh of your neck, a momentary distraction before he buried two thick fingers deep inside of you – and when he curled them right against your sweet spot, your eyes rolled back.

A string of curses followed when he started to fuck you with his fingers, and he wasn’t gentle, no – the pace he set was rough and punishing, focusing right on your g-spot with every pass, with every mark he left on your neck and breasts. The wet, sloppy sounds echoing off the walls of the Quinjet might have been embarrassing if you weren’t so blissed out of your mind already. Instead the vulgarity of it all just brought you higher.

Breathy whimpers and gasps of his name escaped your throat, along with pleas for him not to stop as the pressure further built, until tears were streaming down your face – blissful tears and uncontrollable sobs because it felt too fucking good, god, you needed this, needed him—

Mindlessly, your hands fumbled with the coarse fabric of his tac shirt, where you could feel his bicep flexing beneath the material as he worked downright fucking magic on your body. “God, Bucky—”

“Come on, sweetheart,” he whispered, and then he kissed you again – messy, all tongues and teeth. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer until he finally murmured against your lips, “Come for me.”

The rough timbre of his voice coupled with everything else was just enough to send you over the edge, and you came harder than you ever had before, thighs shaking at the intensity. Bucky swallowed every single one of your moans – not that being quiet was a priority.

You felt lightheaded as he gently withdrew his hand from your slick heat. The expression on his face was unlike anything you’d ever seen: cheeks flushed, eyes dark with desire as he stared in awe at the mess you’d made. Your juices were all over his fingers, sticky sweet which he slowly, teasingly licked away.

Seeing your brother do something like that stoked the raging fire within you, and in that moment you knew that the two of you were going straight to hell. Why prolong the inevitable?

Hands trembling, you reached for his belt. He didn’t even try to stop you. Instead, he fisted your hair and used his tight grip to pull your mouth to his.

In seconds, you had his belt unbuckled and his pants down around his ankles. Bucky broke the kiss just long enough to take the rest of his clothes off – tac vest and shirt, mostly – and then he was nestled in between your legs atop the padded table.

You’d never seen his cock before, but damn if it didn’t make your mouth water. 

When your fingers wrapped around his throbbing length, he let out a shaky breath and rested his forehead on your shoulder. When he spoke, he sounded just as desperate as you felt, “You’ve gotta tell me to stop.”

“I don’t want to stop,” you croaked.

The tip of his cock brushed against your soaked core, then, and both of you shivered at the feeling. The fingers of his vibranium hand dug into the soft flesh of your hip – holding you steady for what he was about to do.

“Neither do I,” he growled, and then he slammed his hips forward so that he was fully seated within you in one single thrust.

You let out a strangled cry at the feeling, at the stretch – a pleasant burn that felt way too good for what it was, for what the two of you were.

This wasn’t right.

You didn’t care.

You rolled your hips against him in a plea – or maybe it was an order.

“So needy,” he breathed against the sweat-slickened skin of your throat, sucking another bruise there to add to the collection. “Always so fucking needy.”

You were. He was speaking from experience – his bratty little sister.

The thought of it made your walls clench around him, and he groaned. “Fuck, sweetheart. You like that?”

The sound that escaped you was something in the affirmative, but you couldn’t really verbalize it properly. He felt too good.

“Jesus Christ, doll, you’re squeezing me like a vice,” Bucky rasped, laving his tongue over your collarbone as he thrust into you. His grip was sure to leave bruises, but you didn’t care about that, either.

All you cared about was that you were being fucked right out of your mind – by your brother.

That was when Bucky hiked your leg up higher around his waist with his free hand. The new angle allowed him even deeper inside, and you threw your head back, moaning as the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix.

“You’re mine,” he panted against your neck.

Your heart raced at his possessive words.

“I’m yours,” you whimpered in response, burying your fingers in his hair to drag him down for another kiss. It was just as messy as his thrusts were starting to become, frantic and harsh as you both got closer to the edge.

Bucky only broke away to look at you, and though his eyes were dark, so up close you could just make out the blue of his iris. There was something intimate about the way he held your gaze, and in an instant you were too far gone to hold back, gasping, “Fill me up.”

You wanted his cum. You needed it.

His eyes widened just a little, before his hips stuttered and then he slammed into you as deep as he could go, groaning your name. The second you felt his cock throb inside of you, your orgasm crashed down upon you like a sheet of ice – your legs squeezing around his waist, fingers tightening in his hair as he spilled inside of you. Your walls milked him dry, squeezing with each pulse of his cum until there was nothing left.

As you and Bucky regained your breath, he slowly pulled out of you, gingerly, almost – like he didn’t want to hurt you. Bruises were already starting to form on your hips, and your neck and chest were covered in marks he’d left – marks stemming from a passion that should never have existed.

They’d disappear soon enough, but nothing would ever be soon enough.

The fire was gone.

By the time you got back to the compound, the only evidence of your sin was his cum dripping down your thighs.

[clownmeat242]

the big, brown beaded rosary above my grandparents’ bed

a big, bulky backpack full of my dads things

a stick used to pry mud

an apple that stayed very good after a long time

pink, purple, and blue lava lamps

a special yellow lava lamp

an angel baby statuette, lying down holding a moon

2 special, blue coral dolphin figurines, 4 dolphins, 2 dolphins each

a mood bracelet

blue bangles with colorful gemstones

a card id that was my dad’s death identification

a big, interconnected dmv online system with games

a nun’s headdress

various gummy candy

christmas light lawn deer decorations

photographs of my dad

a photograph of my grandpa with my two young cousins

a plastic bag full of yellow rice and shrimp

my dad’s eggs

the string across sierra’s window with our things hanging from it

american flag sunglasses

a brown cigar box

a silver elk creature with silver chains hanging from it

black swirls of death

these goggle-like glasses that would have parts that would pop off when trying to be fixed

a clear, dry glue stick

a bitten off, red ring pop that resembled a pacifier

a peppa pig baby phone toy

a baby book with blue writing and bees all around it, saying “the cross dressing” something

the blue can of axe spray from 2016

my grandpa’s computer

clear, star shaped boxes of blue slime with pink beads

carrot cake

the red ball toy with the cat in the hat on it, from my childhood

a bulky, purple, show poodle toy

an oval shaped virgin mary necklace with a golden crown

a bigger, heavier, circular, holographic necklace of mary, joseph and jesus, with a message about love

a halloween wall decoration of a group of people wearing pink with blank faces

little sims 4 ghost light decorations

fancy bathtubs with buckets to collect water from them

chocolate straws and wafers

a big hole in the sand that resembled one my dad used to dig

the aloe vera plant on grandma’s balcony

the beaded necklace i made with cheap walmart beads, with a part of the ohio bead necklace attached to it

a deep blue, circular pendant of mary and jesus

this virgin mary, religious box and a mary/joseph/jesus figurine

a note written to a teacher about “what my grandpa did to me”

the rose lamp in my room

my puppy angel container

my backpack, stolen by my grandpa

sierra and i’s black notebook

a big toy bear that was actually a real bear

buttered toast

incomplete clown outfits

contradicting black/white couches

metal rods shoved through little mind people holding them in place, dead together

gratuitous cupcakes with baby blue icing

a mix of games i created with a crash code, crashing into itself like a death game black hole

orange juice

my jar of piercings, while my earrings were all missing from my ears

a big grey fountain with a statue virgin mary in the middle of it

mary made of the same opaque glass as the light angel

a documentary about the women who lived in the pink virgin mary house, as well as a youth group

a map of a beach area where mary was born

a metal helmet with little wings

dark black scribble drawings in my old puppy notebook

a drawing about something having to do with protecting the precious innocence of a child

a meth pipe with meth in it

a magnifying glass

a green backpack that belonged to my different dream parents, full of old photographs

golden tooth/gums dog implants

silver paw print dog tag

yellow greyhound bus tickets from savannah, georgia to west virginia

dried chunk of ramen noodles

a handful of clear dog teeth

a bag of blood to drink

my red axe, that i bestowed upon an ally

the blue manatee towel from my childhood

a thing that looked like a bowling pin but it was a “clown drink” and spawned in random places

holographic religious picture in my wallet

alcohol bottles at the store to smash

my clover ring (it’s “lost”)

blue toy unicorns, severed doll heads, naked barbies

a big heart collage figurine thing that my aunt created for me, with a bible verse, a glued picture of me when i was a child on green sea glass, a framed heart photo of my little cousin, a crying fairy angel figurine on top, a candle, and a figurine of st. francis crying, kneeling. it was stuck together with this movable white glue so it would come apart, but it was together.

these book pages that could have paint extracted from them

drawers that could only be opened with passcode

chicken patties that were cooked over and over, dropped in the same places, and eaten

blue ice pops that appeared frozen but were liquid

lemon flavored chips

a letter with evil energy written to me, with thick, scribbly distressed black writing, that said “GET SOME HELP” with a $500 bill, and on the back more unintelligible crayon writing, with 2 names, zesh & halla, and a pumpkin drawing

a shining blue orb in the sky with a mermaid inside, floating down to my grandma’s balcony and created energy

my mom’s teenage ring

a big box of tools

reflective mirror glasses

a screen that “needed repairing”

a dress up game where you could turn a man’s head into the head of a gorilla

2 stacks of childhood photos that i gave to an undeserving person, to look through

an alternate instagram account of someone i knew in middle school where he was dead and it was his memory page

a candid photo of 3 people i knew in middle school

donny’s white truck that i messed up somehow by turning the wheels on gravel

a huge container full of yellow pacifiers

a piece of paper that someone wrote “angel” on

a pink key and a red key

a huge stack of hay that could kill people by rolling over them

the window of a pool supply store with blue art of angels ascending

money that looked like superman cards

a purple vape with a synthetic marijuana substance (paranoia, hallucinations) called axlaxl

a pink box with feminine personal effects

huge cardboard boxes of fruit, stacked on top of small beer boxes stacked on top of each other

a red toy soldier holding a bazooka (counterpart)

a rainbow jumprope stuck in the dirt attached to roots

a huge yellow goodyear semi truck

a small amount of weed in an old altoids can

my dad’s red box of drill bits

my old purple bike

classic bubble gum

my green converse that had something written on them like “cage the lamb”

my tragic clown statue that and had its porcelain coat turned inside out to be a rodeo vest

a white pair of boxers with burgers, fries and soda pops, and another pair over them, cut and snipped

a golden outdoor christmas display of the virgin mary, joseph and jesus

a gargantuan statue of the virgin mary looking down at the ground, wearing a light blue veil, towering over the church

a mermaid drawing on a whiteboard

a white sheet tied up with a black and pink easter egg inside that could put a fully grown human inside of it

pink, rose shaped bouncy ball that lit up, and once lit it wouldn’t ever stop lighting up, a pumpkin one too

food tickets that could get you rice drowned in vegetable water

orange frog displays in dirt

a designated frog hat that lets the people know who the leader is

“angel water” in green vials

aztec heads in the pool bathroom

huge dead roaches

a box of ham

a cat angel statue

2 cherubs made of clay, had water dumped on them and they melted

tall blue flip flops

a white friday the 13th lighter

a white “the shining” lighter that had “jack” written in blood on a hotel wall

an airline called “popair”

silver hanging nipple rings, a silver chain and half blue, half red pants

severed amusement park parts being taken away in a white van

a box of nails/screws, a big black box

bamboo trees

a big ball of chocolate

my skyrim dragon keychain

a drawing pad with 2 girls kissing

a faucet that soaked everything

a disgusting poem written by my grandpa “lathered in water, a son and a daughter, how exquisite”

a red squishy bear toy

[eatsoaps]

Husk Sickfic

Paring (Husk x Angel)

Stomach flu/hangover 

WARNING FOR VOMIT/PTSD MENTIONS

    Sitting alone in the dim lighting of the bar served as small lonely comfort to the reluctant bartender in attendance. The day was slow with him mindlessly shuffling his cards around and nursing several bottles of alcohol while Charlie blabbed about her dreams and how to achieve them with the hotel. Now, everyone had gone to their rooms for the night except him. Zoning in and out with mindless drinking had him only a little tipsy. By two in the morning he had registered that he should probably go to bed as well….. Or just sleep on the bar. Nah, maybe not this time. Whenever he did that he was rudely awoken by Al or someone else with a scolding. He decided that he’d go to his room. 

    “Fuck!” he hissed when he finally moved. His body cracked every which way from the sudden movement, but that wasn’t the concerning part; he was hurting in his gut. It really hurt and was very sudden. He held his alcohol well and it was now he noted that the pounding headaches usually came after drinking. Trying to shake it off, he went upstairs to his room. 

    He didn’t care what room he had so long as he could drink; however the sudden twisting in his upper abdomen prevented him from wanting to dive into that random whiskey bottle. Again, trying to shake whatever the feeling was, he crawled into bed and did his best to sleep it off. It normally didn’t take long to get comfortable, hell he never even paid attention to comfort! Tossing and turning was what he was left with tonight, and boy did it puzzle him. Lying on either side gave him an annoying pressure that he couldn’t quite place, on his back only made him feel nauseous while face down just wasn’t comfortable in general and he couldn’t breathe well. Finally, he grew pissed and swung his legs over the bed holding his head in his hands. 

    “Fuck is wrong in there?” he asked himself. Softly placing a paw over his stomach he ran his claws through the fur on his head. Sitting upright made his guts flip and he let out a pathetic groan. Why was it hurting? He didn’t think he had eaten anything out of the ordinary, he didn’t remember what he ate in all honesty. He just wasn’t hungry. He took a few deep breaths and swallowed a little before lying back down on the bed. Like it did any fucking good. Another 30 minutes of rustling around in his bed he shot up like a bullet and eyed the broken trash can in the corner of the room. He looked away, remembering what a former soldier told him when he went overseas during his human life. 

‘If you think about it, it will happen.’ 

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Fuck it. 

He got up and moved to one of the public restrooms down the hall; in not caring about his room, he failed to recognize that Alastor gave him the one without a bathroom. Each step had him sweating and at one point he even needed to stop and take a pause for the sake of not ruining the rug and waking everyone up. He heard a door creak open. 

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

He immediately straightened himself out and tried to look normal. Footsteps sounded, trying to be as soft as possible. Were those….pink slipper boots? They were, and who better to own them than Angel Dust. Now he really needed to act normal! 

“Oh, hey Kitten! What you doing here?” Angel softly purred as he caught eye. 

“Minding my own business bitch, take a lesson.” 

“Nah that don’t pay well. Wassup? You look like a shit had a shit.” 

He rolled his eyes, “Thanks.”Angel cocked his head and stared at Husk, he looked green in the white of his fur and the grey was duller. Was that sweat? “What are you doing up anyway?” 

“Well I got the day off tomorrow and I planned on stocking up on some junk food Veggie keeps hidden.” 

“Isn’t it Vaggie?” 

“Same thing.” 

“Whatever just go away.” 

Angel huffed, “You’re clearly sick though.” 

“No I’m fucking not, just mind your own fucking business for once instead of barging in and ruining everyone!” his stomach clenched which left Husk fighting every muscle in his body from grabbing it and doubling over. 

For a brief moment, Angel dropped, but picked right back up. “Come on. Let me help ya. It’s a sad sight right here, kinda funny too.” 

“Can’t you take no for an answer? I thought whores understood rejection?” 

Okay, that stung a little. “Did you drink perfume or some shit? 

“Why don’t-” Husk took a pause, his stomach was churning. It hurt and he felt the acid creep up his throat. He could swallow only so much. “-you...fuck.”

“Husk?” Angel had a soft spot for the cat, he was hot and gave him drinks! He also knew what it was like to be under an overlord. They had talked about it one night. “Hey man you good?” Angel’s voice was like water: garbled and incoherent. Husk lurched and clasped a hand over his mouth. He pushed Angel away and dashed to the bathroom. Tossing a stall door open, he crashed to the ground and began to heave. The stomach inside him contracted, but after his second unproductive heave did he finally manage to bring something up. He coughed and spat out more of whatever had caused this. He slightly jumped when he felt a soft pair of hands rub up and down his back, another set massaging his wings that tensed up every time he puked or gagged, the last set of Angel’s arms kept his ears back while rubbing the nape. He didn’t even have the energy to push him away. 

“There ya go kitten. Easy.” Angel softly soothed. Husk gagged and brought up more vomit into the toilet, coughing and sputtering. He thought his head was about to burst, the throb was so painful. Another wave of vomit, this time with tears mixing in. He spat the remainder into the bowl. 

“Ugh, fuck.” he grit his teeth and tried to even his ragged breathing. An arm draped across the toilet, one was positioned carefully on his stomach. He had forgotten what it felt like to be so sick, the last time was when he had food poisoning in a camp somewhere. He had also forgotten that this was literal HELL. In hell, everything bad was doubled. Broken leg meant worse pain and longer heal. Stabbed? Well you’d heal faster but it would still hurt like no other. And sick? Well if anyone got sick in Hell it lasted longer than it would a breathing human. Part of punishment. Husk reached up to flush the contents down and placed his head on the cool toilet lid. 

“Are you done kitten?” 

“...Yeah.” 

All that strain made Husk lethargic and apathetic. He no longer cared about what happened, that was fucking horrible. He just wanted the bad feelings gone. 

“Come on.” 

Angel helped Husk stand on his feet and had him rinse his mouth out in the sink as quickly as possible. They left the bathroom and went further down the hall. 

“Where am I going?” Husk asked. 

“My room.” 

Husk tried to push Angel away, “Why?” 

“It has a bathroom inside, your’s don’t. You also can’t spend all night in a public bathroom. Plus you can barely stand as it is. Don’t act as if Charlie wouldn’t have my head for not doing a thing.” 

Husk wanted to throw Angel onto the ground and run back to his room so he could curl up and die again alone. Nah. That wasn’t going to happen and he knew it, the muscles and energy had all gone into making him feel like shit and left him walking on a tightrope with a tilting wheel above him. When the two arrived in the room, Husk wasn’t all surprised by the look of it. A stripper pole, soft furniture, different shades of pink and black, of course a vanity covered with makeup and a shelf of sex toys. He rolled his eyes. 

“Mention this to anyone and you can kiss all the booze in the world goodbye you fucking pest.” 

“Daw~ for me only Husky? Don’t mention it. I’ll tell Cha you’re sick and too drunk to tell whose room is whose. I’ll say I tried to throw ya out but you wouldn’t budge. Sound good?” 

Husk had crawled onto Angel’s bedsheets, mmm…. warm and soft. He didn’t even reply to whatever the spider said, the sheets and mattress felt amazing, he started to purr and it was only when he caught Angel smiling down at him did he realize the situation. Shit! What the fuck am I doing? He made a sorry attempt to get out of the bed, he knew the slut would talk and he’d be humiliated. He didn’t want things to be worse than they already were. Quickly jumping off the bed made him double over in pain as a giant cramp rolled through his abdomen. 

    “Hey, watch yourself. I ain’t gonna tell anyone, I learned from Pa that snitches get ditches at five years old.” 

    “Fuck you.” 

    “Maybe when you’re better. Let’s go, come on! Back to bed kitten.” Angel guided Husk back into the bed, he noticed that his gut looked tense, he could practically see the muscles cramped up through the fur. “Jesus you’re tense.” 

    “I know. Now shut up. Why’re you even helping me dumbass?” 

    “You remind me a lot of my sis when she’d get sick. I’d always be the caretaker and she’d be mine. She’d fight me tooth and nail until I gave her something comfortable, then she’d melt like Mama’s garlic butter. Just a nice nostalgia feeling I guess. Besides, maybe you’ll owe me?” he ended with a tease of course, but after a warning glare from Husk, he backed down. “I’m kidding! Jeez! Here, just get on the bed, I’ll even rest away from ya.” 

    The bed felt amazing and warm, and it didn’t smell horrible in this room either. Angel had even been so kind as to place a bucket right next to him in case his stomach decided to abuse him again. Zoning back in, he realized that Angel had gotten into the bed and put considerable distance between them. Another cramp seized Husk’s body and he curled in harder on himself. He felt a gag coming on and groaned when he had to drag the bucket closer to his face.

    Angel glanced over at the bartender and felt a pang of sympathy. He placed a hand over Husk’s back and tried to massage the muscles that were bulging out. Thankfully they did relax as Husk threw up again into the can. He felt a lot warmer than normal? Angel had no idea what the temperature for a cat was let alone a demonic one. He could only guess it was a fever high enough to cause discomfort. After throwing up the remainder of vomit from his mouth, Husk rinsed with the warm bottle of water Angel had sitting next to him (unopened) and then plopped back down on the bed softly panting. The spider stopped rubbing his back in order to take care of the bucket; the cat needed to bite back a whimper from the loss of comfort while the cramping came back. He felt ashamed when he let pained moans come from his throat when he wrapped his paws around his middle. 

    “Think ya got a stomach bug which means you got about four days until it’s gone.” 

“Cool.” 

    “Molly liked it when I rubbed her back or stomach.”

Husk rattled as a shiver blew past him. Angel pulled the covers over his body. “Don’t fucking try anything or I’ll poison your drinks.” 

“Please, a whore may know a lot about rejection, but they know more about consent and roofies.” 

“Smartass.” 

Angel shifted to where one set of hands massaged the back and only one hand went over Husk’s stomach, the other was used to scroll through his phone. Within minutes, the cat was out like a light and purring louder than a racecar. Angel smiled and snuck a picture or eight. When he started to feel a little drowsy, he noticed that Husk had moved in a way that made it to where Angel was basically holding him sideways. CUTE! A few more pictures saved onto his phone and he was set to sleep. His rest may have only lasted an hour or two since he was woken up by Husk bolting up to vomit. The cycle was repeated until there was literally nothing in his stomach. Angel continued to rub his stomach. 

    Come morning, Husk awoke to the sound of rustling. “Fuck is that?” he mumbled. 

    “Sorry babe! Just gotta get Fat Nuggets some food and then a walk, it’ll be thirty minutes. Charlie knows about the story I told her last night.” 

    “Fuck you what did you tell her!” Husk reared up with his wings fluffed up and defensive mode on. If only he looked as threatening; truth be told it looked more like a tiny kitten was trying to roar like a lion. Angel couldn’t help but laugh. 

    “Relax, I told her you got sick last night and were too drunk to notice you were in the wrong room. I told her moving you wasn’t an option and said you tried to claw my normal eye out. She said she’d give you the next three days off and sent up some ‘get well’ shit.” he gestured over to the nightstand next to the cat. Placed on the tray was a set of medications that would barely do anything, but it was better than nothing. After vomiting all night, the waters she gave him looked amazing.

    “Hmm.” 

    “Do you wanna try to eat?” Angel asked. 

    A baby gag, “Ugh fuck that.” 

    Angel walked over and placed a hand on Husk’s forehead, almost astounded that he didn’t wack him back. “Definitely certain you got a rising fever.” 

    “In Hell, wow.” 

    “Shut up.” 

    Most of the day was nothing new. Charlie put Angel on caretaker duty (much to Vaggie’s concern) just to make things easier. Hopefully. It gave Angel bonus points, Husk got taken care of, Angel out of the way, the place would be quiet. In honesty, while Husk reminded him a lot of his sister when she was feeling down, he also wanted a chance to get closer to the cat. He was curious and also bored. Kinda wanted something to do. Being a sex worker meant that he had to care and cater to whatever the clients wanted, this time it was for something nonsexual. Sure he enjoyed sex, but it was nice to do something other than it. His day off would otherwise be spent wandering around and getting into trouble. Not looking to get chewed out was his aim. 

    “Shit babe how do you still have something inside you?” 

    “I’m not *huurk* babe you himbo.” Husk retorted with a pathetic spit. “Fuck. This is worse than when the boat was on the sea towards the battle….” 

    “Battle? What battle?” 

PTSD WAR FLASHBACK TW

    Whether it was the increased fever or what, Husk had no idea, but he had seen this many times before. Back in the war, not knowing which battle. He was instructed to shoot whatever came that wasn’t wearing US Military garb. A rustle among the trees, he turned, saw uncovered skin and lanky build. They were carrying something. A bomb? He shot at them straight in the head and they fell. Crying could be heard, but the person was dead, he went to inspect whatever was the sound and his heart dropped when he saw it was a toddler. The child ran towards him and then fell over as a fellow soldier shot them down. He turned and threw up right there, crying and praying it wasn’t real and apologizing over and over.

    PTSD WAR FLASHBACK TW OVER

“Husk, hey, it isn’t real. Whatever you seein’ ain’t real. It ain’t real right now.” 

Husk snapped his head back at Angel hyperventilating with wide eyes and then quickly bent over the fresh bucket that was being held in front of him. He gagged and spit and heaved and threw up whatever left he could. All the medicine, water, one single bite of toast was all gone; even then he still tried to bring up something until he was reduced to dry heaving. 

“Hey now, in and out. Breath in, then out. There ya go. Va bene (it’s okay in Italian).” 

It took a while, but Husk was back on track, the fever had definitely spiked and now he was experiencing shellshock again. “-ter.” 

“Huh?” 

“Wa-er.” 

His throat had been puked raw by the acid he could barely speak, but Angel managed to understand what he said and gave him an uncapped water bottle which he gratefully gulped down. 

“Hey go slow or you’ll-” the water didn’t stay in his stomach, “- puke it back up. Baby sips.” 

By the time the bucket was cleaned out, Husk was cared for and Angel got him as comfy as he could, he noticed that the cat was clingy when he was sick. Angel was the big spoon whether Husk knew or not. Belly rubs and back massages felt great after the whole ordeal. Unfortunately, he had three more PTSD episodes after that. 

***

“I gotta go to work or Val’ll have my head!” Angel sighed, trying to pull his many limbs out of the cat’s grip. 

    “No.” 

“Husk.” 

    “No.” 

Husk had reached his peak in the fever and acted like a kitten starved for attention. Angel knew sick clingy people made some of the best and worst patients depending on the situation. Eventually, the spider managed to pry the other off and set on for work where he spent the day modeling and having only one film session with a guy that loved being stepped on. He managed to avoid any conflict with the film crew and Val, so he finally left early with an abundance of praise. Quick and easy! Once he was back in the hotel, he went straight to his room where he found Husk sleeping bent over an empty bucket with fresh tear tracks along his matted fur lines. Angel gently shook him awake. 

“Rise and shine moonpie! Get your head out of the bucket.”

Husk blinked up at the spider and turned away into the blankets. “Not now.” 

“Well you can either lay your head in a horrible position that is sure to rattle yer neck to bits and pieces or you can-”

“Angel. I-....Can-” Husk was really struggling with what he was about to say next. “Can you…. rub my head a little?” he asked shyly. 

Faster than a bullet, Angel was right there getting to pet the cat, he was amazed at how soft the fur was. Of course it was to make him feel better. “Think you’re stomach wants to stay inside ya?” 

“Shh.” 

“Okay babe.” 

Husk did not throw up anymore after that night; by the time the four days were over, he pushed Angel away and got himself sorted out. He hated to admit that the spider was a good caretaker, and he would be a liar if he said he wasn’t comfy (sometimes) during the stay in Angel’s room. Once he was back working the bar, he handed Angel a free drink. 

“Here.” 

“Oh really Husk! Thank you!” 

“Shut up.” 

Angel winked at him and understood. The drink was a thank you, and he was happy to oblige. The two carried on a calmer setting around each other now. Husk still grumpy as could be, but with more sarcasm towards Angel rather than pure annoyance 100% of the time. 

Oh my Lord you can tell where I gave up trying to write good. My brain was absolutely dead. But I've noticed there's a lack of sickfics in this fandom so I'm deciding to fix that as best I can. I haven't written in a long time so I am sooooo rusty. Oh well. ❤️❤️

[mrsbhandari]

The First Mate’s Cabin

A/N: hi!! I don’t really have much to say about this one besides that I hope you like it!!! 

Word count: 2.4k 

Warnings: SMUT, language

Summary: Captured by a crazy Admiral with a hot Lieutenant and a dying pirate captain. Totes casual.

Tagging: @anotherbeingsworld, @chaotic-ramsay-queen, @regina-and-happiness, @furiouscloddonutpeanut, @tyrilstarfuriesm, @my-name-is-lumien, @chiaras-choices, @courtesanofedenbrook, @mikealisgay, @arfeiniel, @jaxsmutsuo, @undermounts

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The panic was rising, crashing like the waves against the sides of the boat. There was chaos, fighting, struggle, and then silence, save for the pounding of boots on the wood floor and the light clinking of manacles. Eden couldn’t retaliate, couldn’t shout out, couldn’t find a way to revolt without getting a hilt to the head and a sword to the neck. 

If only my New York friends could see me now. The thought was accompanied by a bitter chuckle under her breath. I’m going to die here. Then she saw Edward, bloodied and battered, in his cell, and all thought outside cleaning his wounds left her head. 

“Oliver!” A swift hand to face shut her up, but stoked her rage. 

“Move along! I’ll take her from here.”

“But, sir--”

“Am I or am I not your superior officer?” Oliver’s sharp words complemented his sharp glare, icy and paralyzing. How the other officer wasn’t writhing on the ground in pain from it, she didn’t know. Sparing a glance toward the officer, she saw a frustrated look and reasoned that he must have been on the receiving end of the stare enough times to become immune. 

“Yes, sir.” He walked off after sending a tasteless comment about “her kind” over his shoulder and Eden turned her own glare on him. 

“You--”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, eyes softening and hands reaching out to touch before he thought better of it and let them fall to his sides. Eden’s anger morphed into surprise at the ease in which he put his mask on and took it off. It was this that made her more wary than ever. “I hate how violent they are with you.”

“Well then, fix it! Tell them to stop! Are you or are you not their superior officer?” she demanded, echoing his words. His eyes flitted between hers, searching for something with a quiet intensity that knocked her breath out of her lungs. She took a deep breath, refusing to show him the effect he had on her. “Just...let me help Edward.” His gaze fell to the ground, but she craned her neck so he could still see her. “Please.”

“Granted.” He nodded and turned her around, the tips of his boots touching the heels of hers as he unlocked her binds, pushing her forward into the cell. When she turned back to look at her captor, his mask was back on and unreadable. 

“You have the power to help, you know.” His expression remained the same, but he shifted his feet. “Yet you do nothing.”

“I’m just following orders. It’s all I can do.”

“No. It’s not. It’s all you choose to do. Learn the difference.” He walked back up to the deck without replying. 

“Edward, Jesus, what did they do to you?” She fell to her knees and crawled to him, gently pulling his jacket off to get a better look at the deep cut through his shoulder. 

“Few punches, some light stabs. Nothing I can’t handle.” He hissed when her fingers brushed the wound. “Well, that hurts like a bitch.”

“I need supplies, antiseptic, stitches, painkillers…” she muttered, reaching through the bars for a bucket of soapy water and a sponge. “Assholes...taunting him with this.”

“Antiseptic?” Edward asked, eyes closely watching her as she raised a sponge to his skin. 

“It’s not important. Did I ever tell you how I broke my ankle in kindergarten?”

“In what?” 

“Oh..uh, like baby school,” she said it quickly and pressed the sponge to his wound, drawing out a pained groan. She quickly dove into her story, drawing out little laughs and more hurt grunts. 

“You’ve done enough for me.” He was looking at her with wide eyes rimmed with pain but filled with...something else. Eden leaned forward, lips growing closer to Edward’s until they were interrupted by a cough. 

“Sorry to interrupt, but the Admiral wishes to see you, Eden.” Oliver was standing with a straight back and a heavy glare centered on Edward, who returned it from the floor. 

“I’d get up to shake your hand for an official introduction, but I seem to be incapacitated at the moment,” Edward snapped, giving Oliver a wry smile.

“How unfortunate,” the Lieutenant retorted, seemingly uncaring. Eden, sensing the palpable tension, stood and walked over to Oliver. 

“I’ll be back soon,” she soothed, easily seeing the concern in her captain’s eyes. Oliver took hold of her wrist and pushed her up to the deck, but steered her into the first mate’s cabin instead of the Admiral’s dining room. “Wha--”

And then he was looking at her, their faces close, his lips wet, his brown eyes flicking to her mouth with the proximity. It was...suffocating and dangerous, sending a thrill to Eden’s heart and a shiver down her spine. His grip was tight on her wrists and he looked down at her, never bothering to even their height difference with bent knees. He always needed to be tall, and she felt little under his gaze. 

“I wanted to warn you about my father.” A quick bit of snark almost escaped her lips. Is that really all you wanted to do, Lieutenant? She held her tongue. “And provide an attire change. Admiral is particularly...hard to please.” He held up a large parcel. “Wear this to make him like you more.”

“I don’t need him to like me, I need your help to get the hell off this ship.” Oliver winced. 

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“So giving me clothes is in your duties but providing an escape from your murderous father isn’t?”

“I--”

“Don’t.” She snatched the parcel out of his hands and opened it, running her hand down the expensive fabric. “Wow.” 

“Admiral will like it.” He swallowed. “As will I.” 

Her eyes snapped up to his, something like anger and confusion clouding the iris, but it melted away when she saw how soft he was. His switch was flipped, and his human side was showing, and it made her heart beat fast in her chest. This wasn’t the Lieutenant; it was Oliver. His eyes were shining, searching for something he hoped she could find in herself to give. 

He wanted love.

She placed the package back into his hands and just as he had begun to regret giving her the dress, she let her jacket slide to the floor. There was a curiosity in his face, but she let nothing show on her own as she undressed, letting inch by inch of her body be exposed with every piece of fabric piled next to her feet. When she was only dressed in her undergarments, she looked back up at Oliver to see his eyes roving in wonder over her body, soaking in everything revealed to him. She walked forward and indicated for him to hold out the dress, trying to step into it on her own. When she found she couldn’t, her hand found his bicep, warm under the clothes covering his own skin. His breath caught and the muscle involuntarily flexed under her touch.

“Thank you,” she said, inclining her head slightly when she was fully dressed again. Oliver was disappointed to see her completely covered, but tried to hide it. His blush gave everything away. 

“‘Twasn’t an issue.” She gave him a smile and reached her hand up, letting her fingertips run across his cheek. Her touch was featherlight and he sighed, closing his eyes and allowing himself to get lost in the feeling of her. All too soon, she pulled away and left to speak to the Admiral. 

The door was closed behind her, allowing him to fall against it with his head in his hands. His pants were embarrassingly tight after their encounter, and he shifted the fabric to give him the slightest relief. It barely worked. He closed his eyes, but the image of Eden, staring him down while revealing her naked body to him was burned into his brain, prompting even more naughty images to run through his mind, wreaking havoc on his impulse control. How badly he wanted to fuck her against this very door, how he wanted her to scream his name for the ship to hear, for his father to hear; it was bordering on too much. 

Yet the fact that she wasn’t in his arms this very second made it all seem like not enough. 

A knock on the door distracted him from his fantasies. “Sir?” He stood and collected himself with a deep breath before stepping out. 

“Apologies.” He walked off to his own quarters, eagerly awaiting for Eden’s meeting with the Admiral to end. 

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“Take her to the first mate’s cabin! I don’t want her interfering with Mortemer!” 

“Yes, sir!” 

Oliver’s ears perked up as he saw a struggling Eden being dragged into the room they had just shared their intimate scene in an hour prior. Leaning to one of the crew members, he kept his voice low to avoid his father’s suspicion.

“What happened?”

“Why, she flipped her lid! Began yelling at the Admiral and even threw her wine on him!” Admiral emerged from his dining room, dripping physically with wine and metaphorically with anger. 

“Don’t let her out!” he spoke louder than necessary to the guard standing by the door so his voice would carry into the room trapping her. A swift punch from the other side rattled the wood, but Admiral only laughed. “Keep trying!” His father offered a curt nod to his son before returning to his office, no doubt to deliberate a more specific area to comb through on the island indicated to hold the compass. Oliver waited until he was out of sight completely before turning to the soldier guarding Eden’s door. 

“I’d like time with the prisoner.” Oliver’s tone and icy air granted him passage. As he stepped into the room, Eden stood and prepared for a fight, but sat back down on the bed when she saw that it was just the Lieutenant. Her gaze was troubled and she fiddled with her hands in her lap, eyes turned to the floor. The mattress dipped when Oliver sat next to her. “I’m--”

She was kissing him. Her soft lips were on his, bringing back his memory of when they first met and they both had lied about their identities. It already seemed like a lifetime ago. But now, she was kissing him and running her hands through his hair and knocking his hat off and it was...breathtaking. There was an emotion behind it, one of deep fear. This could be the last time they could do this. She wanted to make it count. 

His fingers found their way to her back where they played with her corset strings until her hands joined his in tugging at them. She barely broke the kiss as she stepped out of the dress, and he still found his mind blanking at the sight of her. Taking his hand under hers, she ran it around her back and up her sides before settling on her right breast, kneading the skin beneath his fingers and relishing the sweet sounds that spilled into his mouth. She moved to straddle him, pressing her hips down into his and making him gasp. She needed him to help her forget, and it was becoming an increasingly easy task. 

“Tell me what to do, Lieutenant.” He felt his dick twitch in his underwear at her breathy lilt and his powerful rank, effortlessly slipping into the role. 

“Get on your knees.” She whimpered and followed his orders, sinking down to the floor and palming his erection through his pants. He let a groan fall and quickly undressed, exposing himself to the cold air of the cabin. He knew that the soldiers on the other side of the door could most definitely hear what was going on, but as she looked up at him with those big eyes and twitching hands, eager to please him, he couldn’t have cared less. Her fingers grabbed his cock and she wasted no time in wrapping her lips around him, taking him in to the hilt and letting his tip hit the back of her throat. He gasped and let his head fall back, wild colors exploding behind his eyelids as she began to move, hollowing her cheeks and running her tongue along a prominent vein on the underside of his shaft. She traced the slit of his cock with her tongue and he was gone, gripping her hair as she swallowed load after load of his cum. “Fuck.” 

She pulled off him with a pop and climbed back up on the bed, straddling one of his thighs and kissing him with an intensity strong enough to nearly knock him back. Her lips moved down to his jaw and neck, biting just hard enough to jolt some nerves, but not enough to leave marks, even though she really wanted to paint his skin as the ultimate fuck you to the Admiral. Her hips ground down on his thigh, prompting moans that were muffled into the skin of his throat. After hearing the smallest of whimpers, he lost nearly all control and gripped her hips, moving her body for her and flexing his thigh. She nearly screamed as she came, and he swallowed the sound with a deep kiss as she writhed against him, coating his thigh in her slick. 

“Oliver…” she gasped, still sensitive, and he gently helped her up to lay on the bed. He dressed before handing Eden her old clothes, only helping with her underwear and pants while she pulled on her shirt. “C’mere,” she beckoned, giving him a searing kiss when he got close enough. He smiled into it, briefly forgetting the world outside the door of the cabin. 

“Load the cannons!” a muffled voice on the deck shouted, and Oliver immediately left the room, closing the door behind him for Eden. 

“What’s happening?” 

“The Poseidon’s Revenge is going down, that’s what.” 

In the chaos, Eden was left unguarded in her cabin and walked out, watching as the order for the cannons was received. She leaned over the railing and nearly fell overboard before two soldiers pulled her back, holding her arms tight in their grip. She looked on, helpless as her ship was engulfed in flames, slowly falling into the sea.

[looking-for-another-world]

Not Alone

summary: Bucky spends Christmas alone at the compound. Or nah?

pairing: Bucky x reader

warnings: 18+, tiny bit of angst, mentions of family toxicity, cursing, explicit smut, dirty talk, like one allusion to reader being plus-sized, soft!bucky, really sappy - you have been warned

words: 6321

a/n: This is my entry for @honeyhan-123​‘s HOLIDAY SPIRIT WRITING CHALLENGE. I had the prompt “Finding the perfect Christmas tree / decorating it” and looking back, I might have slightly diverted from that oops. This was so much fun to do though. This is literally my first finished piece of writing in years, so be nice to me, ok? Right, tmi. Anyways, this has gotten way out of hand in terms of how many words I wanted to write. I might make 3 separate files of it when I’m in the mood to figure out links, but for now here’s the entire fic in one. Enjoy! Also, I hope your 2020 is going to be amazing ❤💫🥂🎆

Prologue

As soon as Bucky stepped into the kitchen of the Avengers compound, his super soldier senses made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Something’s wrong.

It was Dec 23, one day before Christmas Eve, and everyone except him had gone away for the holidays. Clint was visiting Laura and the kids, accompanied by Natasha (apparently, the boys had been nagging their mom for a solid 2 months whether Aunt Tasha would be staying with them), Wanda and Vision were traveling around Europe, Tony had taken Pepper to some little island in the Caribbean Sea, and Steve and Sam had booked a cozy, remote cabin in the woods to go skiing, hiking, getting drunk (well, Sam at least) and most importantly, getting away from being the Avengers for a few days.

Initially, Steve had Friday book the trip for three persons, but Bucky had refused. This was the first Christmas since many years that he was starting to remember who he was, really was, and although Steve was pretty much everything he considered home, he had preferred to spend Christmas where he actually came from.

In the end, Steve had reluctantly agreed, not wanting to push his best friend, but insisting that they at least spoke to one another on the phone every day. And so, Bucky had spent his day wandering the streets of Brooklyn for hours, fulfilling his best friend duty on his way home and telling Steve how much everything had changed and yet, strangely, still felt familiar. He could hear Steve smile through the phone; he felt the same. That’s when Sam had burst through the door of the hut, screeching “All I want for Christmas is you” next to Steve’s ear and ruining the moment. Steve had said his goodbye, leaving to stop Wilson from inhaling another bottle of Eggnog, and Bucky had wished him good luck with the bird brain. He returned to the compound, more mentally than physically exhausted, and headed straight to the kitchen, suddenly remembering that he hadn’t eaten something in hours. And there it was: A small puddle of water on top of the counter, as if someone had taken something out of the fridge and put it there for a moment. Only that there was no one to do that. He was supposed to be alone.

It couldn’t have been him: his soldier and assassin training had left him with an urge to leave everything neat and tidied; no traces. Silently, he made his way back into the hallway, calling the elevator and going two levels down, to the first level that was officially “Avengers territory”. Going back up, he searched every floor without coming across anything suspicious. And then, as the doors of the elevator opened to the 18th floor with a slight swoosh, he sensed it: There’s someone else on this level. He tensed up. His super soldier hearing going into overdrive, he snuck along the dimly-lit corridor until he heard them: sounds coming from the last room to the left, the entertainment room, stacked up with books, movies, consoles, a pool table, anything you could think of to pass your free time. He tried to hear more intently. The person on the other side of the door barely produced sounds; all he could make out was their shallow breathing. Someone with a normal hearing wouldn’t even have caught up on it.

Bucky conjured up a blueprint of the room: even if he could get through the door unnoticed, there was no place to hide. The whole design of the room practically screamed: “Look who’s coming!” His only advantage was the element of surprise. Trying to calm down his nerves, he took a few deep breaths and braced himself. Not wanting to have his arms in a position he could easily be taken hold of in, he stepped back, raised his right leg and kicked the door down, storming inside, met by a piercing scream and a loud splash as the bucket of ice cream you had been holding met the ground.

“(Y/N)?!”

“What the hell?!”

“Why are you here?”

“I fucking live here in case you haven’t noticed! Why are you kicking the goddamn door down like I’m some HYDRA agent trying to slit your throat?”

“Because-”, Bucky stops, guilt washing over him. Guilt and anger with himself. Even HYDRA wouldn’t be so dumb as to blow their cover like that, and they’d do a bit more than get the kitchen counter dirty if they wanted to make their presence known. “Because I thought you were one.” His voice is low now, almost a whisper, his eyes unable to meet yours, fingers fumbling with the hem of the coat he didn’t have time to take off. And seeing him like this, you understood: He thought someone had intruded.

You let out the breath you were holding. “I’m sorry, Buck. I wasn’t thinking. I should have let you know about my change of plans and that I’d be spending Christmas at the compound.”

His ears perked up at that. “You are? I thought you were going to visit your family.” You smiled sadly and now that his mind and body weren’t overtaken by adrenaline anymore, he took in your state for the first time. You looked pale, your eyes red-rimmed, like you had been crying. You were wrapped in the navy-blue blanket twice your size that Wanda had given you for your birthday. It went all the way down to your ankles where the legs of your sweatpants were peeping through, showing just a small stripe of skin before the fabric of a pair of green fuzzy socks covered your skin again. The ice cream you had dropped started melting on the ground, slowly dampening part of the expensive rug the pool table stood on, which you didn’t seem to notice. “What happened?”

You let out a mixture between a snort and an unconvincing laugh. “I talked to my mom on the way to the airport. She started complaining about how much I’ve been letting them down this year, bringing up things I didn’t even think were an issue anymore, and how she hoped I would pull myself together this time, for the sake of Christmas and our family. So, I figured I’d probably have a more fun time being alone in my room and sleeping for like 2 weeks than I’d have being with them.” The last part was meant to sound casually, but Bucky didn’t miss the twitch of your lips and how your eyes started to gloss over again. He wanted to say something to comfort you, but his mind didn’t know where to start and so he just kept staring at you wordlessly, which you took as a sign of annoyance.

“Don’t worry. I won’t bother you with that shitty Christmas music or candy or anything of that kind. I’m not gonna ruin your alone time. Just pretend I’m not here.”

He frowned at that, then, and as his tongue still seemed to be tied, he did the only thing he felt was appropriate: He put your arms around you and hugged you, hard, all-consuming. “I’m not worried you’re going to ruin my alone time. I like having you around. I’m sorry your family are like that, when they’re the ones letting you down.”

You’d liked to reply to that, thank him for his sweet words, but you were sure you’d start crying again the second you stopped biting down on your lip. So you reciprocated the hug as best as you could; after all you were lacking Bucky’s strength. Bucky squeezed you shortly and let go, and when your eyes locked again, you couldn’t help but mirror his warm smile. Jesus, this guy certainly made you feel things. No surprise you were crushing on him so hard.

“We’d better clean this up”, Bucky said gesturing to the now empty ice bucket head and your eyes widened as you noticed the mess you’d made. “Shit!”. Tony had spent an insane amount of money on that carpet, even for his proportions. He’d shoot you to the moon for that.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” Bucky jogged back to the elevator, returning a minute later with a wet cloth and a roll of kitchen towels which he handed to you. Getting to work, you suddenly became aware of how much closer than usually you two were. You could smell Bucky’s aftershave – something resembling cedarwood – watch the muscles in his arms flex as he tried to rid the fabric of its B&J make-over, study the stubble on his perfectly sculpted jaw, his hazelnut locks, his plump lips. Oh god, his lips. Just thinking about having those lips kiss every inch of your body got you worked up. Get a grip, for fuck’s sake!

“So you’re really planning on skipping Christmas? It’s your favorite holiday”, Bucky interrupted your thoughts, shooting you a glance to see you shrug your shoulders. “I don’t want to see my parents right now, and I can’t imagine celebrating Christmas on my own. So yeah, guess I’ll be taking a break from it this year.”

“You’re not on your own, though. You’re with me. We can celebrate.”

You felt a pleasantly warm sensation in your stomach which you tried to ignore, quirking an eyebrow at him instead. “You hate Christmas.”

“I don’t hate all of it, I hate what it’s become. I hate that most people care more about what useless shit is in their stockings or under the tree than about who they’re spending their time with. I hate how every shop starts putting up Christmas stuff before it’s even October. They don’t even call it “Christmas” anymore. I mean seriously, xmas? What’s that even supposed to mean?”

Despite yourself, a small giggle escaped you at how upset he could get about it all and realizing he had started ranting without wanting to, Bucky had to stifle a laugh as well. "Point I’m trying to make is ” he concluded “I wouldn’t mind spending Christmas with the right company.”

Oh, and that’s supposed to be me? Right company?“, you shot back. "Sure thing, doll. You’re like an expert on Christmas, I can’t go wrong with you. Also, I like having you around. ” He furrowed his eyebrows. “I’ve already said that, haven’t I?”

“Yeah, you have. But that’s okay, I like hearing it”, you laughed, your hand briefly touching his arm. You were becoming kind of needy, it appeared. Bucky didn’t seem to mind though, or at least he didn’t let it show.

Looking down, you noticed with an internal sigh of relief that the ice cream puddle had given way to the water and the kitchen towels. All that was left was a wet patch that would hopefully disappear overnight.

“Guess that’s as good as it gets”, you joked. “Thanks for helping me.”

“It’s the least I could do, after scaring the shit out of you.” He took the dirty towels from you. “Guess we’re Christmas buddies then” he grinned. It was surprising how excited he seemed to be all of a sudden, but you didn’t let yourself linger on that thought. “Well, as the official Christmas ambassador, I have to let you know that this place sucks. There’s not even decorations.”

That was true. The past weeks had been incredibly hectic, even more than in previous years, and since almost everyone would be gone over the holiday season anyway and Bucky had emphasized several times that having the tower turn into Santa’s village would most likely lift his dinner, rather than his spirits, Tony hadn’t bothered to put up decorations.

Bucky gave you an amused look. “I see you’re getting into it. Alright, what do we need?”

“You mean, like everything?”

“Yeah, like the ideal setting. Can’t be that difficult.”

You gave him a sceptical look. “Oh no, not at all. We just need the decorations, music, candy, ugly Christmas sweaters, stuff to bake cookies, a firepla-”

“Okay, okay, I take it back.” Bucky raised his hands in surrender. “This is too much. What’s the most important thing?”

“The tree”, you replied without thinking. “The tree is the most important, to me at least. When my dad used to tell me he’d be bringing the Christmas tree home tonight, I’d spend all day glued to the window of my room, waiting for his car to steer into the driveway. It’s the one thing we ever did as a family, all three of us, decorating the tree. Everything else would be pretty much Mum and me, since Dad would be out working. The tree is … it just wouldn’t feel like Christmas without it.”

Inadvertedly, your brain had walked down memory lane to pictures of baubles in gold and red and purple and every color of the rainbow, mingled with the scent of fir and your dad’s bass voice singing “Have yourself a merry little Christmas” to you while you were sitting on your lap, and suddenly another wave of sadness hit you and you had to fight back the tears that were starting to well up again. You swallowed thickly before looking back at Bucky and were met with an understanding look. He had noticed your struggle but chose not to bring it up again and you were grateful for that. Grateful for him.

There were a few beats of silence before the super soldier offered you a tentative smile and said: “So Christmas tree is your final answer?” Another giggle.

"That’s my final answer.”

Part 1

You woke up to a sky the color of granite. Gloomy light and heavy clouds. Your heart jumped a little in your chest at the prospect of another downfall of snow. What’s Christmas without snow, right? Too comfortable to get up right away, you snuggled back into your pillow and let your mind wander.

It was embarrassing, really, but thinking about spending the whole day with Bucky filled you with a mix of anticipation and nervousness you usually felt before first dates. Prior to your job interview last February, you had spent hours and hours hooked up on research about the people you might soon be working with – the fucking Avengers! -, but Bucky’s story, or at least what was known of it to the public, had fascinated and moved you the most. It was hard for you to wrap your head around how someone could endure the most appalling things you could possibly imagine, and that for decades. Someone like the ex-Winter Soldier could barely be human anymore, filled to the brink with hatred and disgust for the world and the people in it, that you were sure of. And then, when you got the job and got to know him – he was the exact opposite. Sure, he was careful and hard to read, especially at the beginning, but he was kind. He was funny. He was emphatic. He was a nerd. He was sweet. And when you moved in to the tower and the two of you spent more time together, your feelings towards him grew stronger, and you found yourself imagining waking up next to him, his lips on yours the first thing you taste in the morning. Cupping his cheek and watching his eyes crinkle when he flashes you his million-dollar smile. Stroking his hair while he reads his favorite passages out to you or rambles about how all the things he’s just discovering now are not quite as good as what they had back in the days, but some of them are not bad. Being pressed down by his weight as you get to explore all of his gorgeous body and find out what sounds he makes when he’s buried in you, filling you up, making you feel so good as you’re begging him not to stop because he’s hitting just the right spot and you never want to let go of him, so good, please Bucky, please don’t stop, oh God, I’m so close baby, fuck…

The loud buzzing of your phone jerked you out of your trance and made you sit up straight in your bed, your heartbeat thumping in your ears, cheeks heated, fingers you didn’t even remember putting there coated in your arousal. Breathing heavily, you stretched your neck to see who the caller was: Mum. Oh, hell no. In a sudden burst of resurging anger, you declined the call, threw your phone away from you and let yourself fall back against the headboard with an audible huff.

Finishing the job wasn’t going to happen after yesterday’s events started rolling in, so you forced yourself out of bed and into the shower, washing away the heat of your little daydream with water as cold as you could bear. Putting moisturizer on, you focused your thoughts on today. If Bucky still wanted to help setting up everything for Christmas, they should get started as soon as possible. An actual Christmas tree was a bit too much to ask obviously, but maybe they could find a fake one and some funny tree ornaments to go along with it? Sweaters shouldn’t be that much of a problem either, they practically threw them in your face around this time of the year. And the Christmas music could easily be taken care of by Spotify.

You started listing the essential ingredients for three or four kinds of Christmas cookies in your head when you left your room to get breakfast. Closing the fridge door, you tried to decide where and in which order to go to get everything you needed on time (or should you split up?) when you noticed the yellow, blue, pink and green dots on the cold metal surface, dancing around in a carefully studied rhythm like colorful fireflies. Frowning, you turned around.

The huge panorama windows were decorated with beautifully woven ice flowers up to almost half of their height and framed by several strings of Christmas lights, cheerfully blinking against the grey sky outside and bathing the living room area in a colorful hue. Now that you stepped closer, the living room looked different as well. The couches and armchairs were covered under thick and fluffy-looking plaids and pillows with different Christmas-themed motives; a very kind looking Santa Claus on one, a couple of reindeer holding cups of Eggnog and singing “Jingle Bells” on another and the slogan “Tis the season” in as much glitter as could be fitted on so small a space emblazoned on a third. There were decorations, too: a nutcracker next to the tv, an angel’s choir holding candles on one of the couch tables, a snowman, a sledge, a rocking horse, a squirrel in a scarf… You couldn’t even decide where to look first. Too preoccupied to take everything in, you didn’t notice Bucky’s presence until he cleared his throat. “Do you like it?” You turned around to meet him, dumbfounded and still trying to understand what was going on, even more so when you saw the sweater he was wearing: fir green and depicting a penguin wearing a Christmas hat. You let out an incredulous laugh. “Did- did you do all this?”

Bucky lowered his gaze briefly and gave you a sheepish smile. “Pretty much, yeah. I’d hoped you’d sleep in. Gave me enough time to set everything up.” Your mouth opened and closed, unable to find words. “I-“ “Wait!” he interrupted. “There’s more.” He outstretched a slightly shaking hand and seeing that you didn’t respond, hastily withdrew it. Finally though, your body and mind seemed to have rebooted, and you grabbed his hand with both of yours. It felt hot against yours, hot and slightly raw. Bucky shot a surprised look from your intertwined hands to your face and you could’ve sworn that his cheeks blushed slightly. Is this even real?

Squeezing your hands slightly, he walked past you and into the living room, pulling you with him. Around the corner, out of your line of sight, there was a slightly smaller lounging area with the best stereo sound system Tony could get his hands on and without tv, designed for the numerous occasions you fancied actually spending time with each other and being able to face each other when chatting or playing games instead of just staring at a huge screen in unison. Now though, the bean bags had been moved to the side and in the center of the room stood – a tree. Not just any tree, but a fir tree about 10 or 11 feet high, almost filling up the room with its size and emanating that unmistakable scent that always took you back to fond Christmas memories. Next to it, on the ground and on several of the bean bags Bucky had piled up a seemingly endless number of boxes containing Christmas baubles of all sorts, ranging from the traditional ones to typical Christmas motives, Disney characters, and even the most absurd things such as very small-sized fruits and vegetables.

You couldn’t remember when your heart had last felt so light and full. If Bucky’s hand hadn’t anchored you, you might have just floated up through the ceiling and into the sky. And why not? Who knew what else might be possible after all this had felt so much like a dream already? Giving yourself no time to think about overstepping boundaries and the like, you threw yourself into Bucky’s arms, feeling rather than noticing his strong arms instantly enveloping your frame. “Thank you.” Your voice was muffled because you had buried your face in the crook of his neck and because you were close to crying again. Sensing your state, Bucky started tracing soothing patterns on your lower back and mimicking his movements, your hands started stroking his broad shoulders. “My pleasure, doll.”

He held you like that for several moments, lightly swaying to and fro, taking deep breaths with you. And after a while, when you’d quieted down a bit, you noticed that not only your heart threatened to jump out of your chest; Bucky’s heart beat a lot faster as well, hammering against his ribcage so much that you could almost feel it against yours. You drew back a little so you could see his face and were met with a look you’d never seen on him before, a look that went straight to your groin. His hands tightened on your back, like he was afraid to let you go, and your nose lightly brushed his. And just as you were about to close your eyes… his phone rang.

The noise startled you so much that you jumped in his arms and Bucky let out an audible sigh. “That’ll be Steve. Be right back.” With that, he let go of you to grab his cell from the kitchen and you felt like someone had just emptied a bucket of ice water over you and snapped you back to reality. More than that, you did feel cold. Had your body grown used to the heat radiating off him so quickly? Also, and that was the most important: What the fuck did just happen?

Bucky returned about 10 minutes later and found you in almost the same spot where he’d left you, now sitting awkwardly on one of the empty bean bags, desperately trying to regain composure. His heart still fluttered from being so close to you, and as he wanted this day to be anything but awkward, he’d spent a good 7 of those 10 minutes away thinking about how to proceed. In a manner he hoped would come across as relaxed, he sauntered over to the closest bean bag and picked up one the boxes filled with baubles. “Soooo”, why was his voice so squeaky? “let’s get started, shall we?”

He couldn’t see your heart slightly sink in your chest because the magical moment had officially passed of course; he just had eyes for the warm smile you offered him in return. “Sure.” You got up to take hold of one the boxes as well when he remembered something. “Hang on.” You raised your head and could make out something slightly mischievous in his orbs. “I won’t be the only one wearing an ugly Christmas sweater.”

—

4 hours later, any sign of awkwardness or discomfort between the two of you had officially gone to the wind. As instructed, you’d put on the ugliest Christmas sweater you could find (an awful mix of pink and gold in the shape of a Christmas elf with actual bells that jingled whenever you moved), Bucky had put on some music and you’d gone about your business. At some point (probably after your fourth cup of cocoa with rum and Bucky’s third pint of Asgardian mead he’d snatched from Thor’s quarters), you decided to forego any sense of aesthetics and just put up as many ornaments as would fit on the tree. As a result, it now looked as if the slightest gust of wind would make it collapse on the spot, but you two were oddly proud of your work. Taking cocoa and mead with you, you decided to have a small break and moved over to the living room area.

There were a few beats of comfortable silence, Sinatra softly buzzing in the background. Then, out of the blue, Bucky asked you to tell him your favorite joke. You were too tipsy to question how he’d come up with that, so you pondered his request for a moment and then answered. “I hate Russian dolls. They’re so full of themselves.”

Bucky sat up on his spot of the couch and gave you an odd stare that made you wonder whether he’d understood you at all, and then burst out of laughter, almost spilling his drink in the process and making you laugh in return. You’d never really heard his laugh, just the occasional snort when he deemed something worthy of a reaction, but this was a sound made from the gods themselves and you could listen to it all day, every day, for the rest of your life.

Slowly, his fit came down to a low, melodious chuckle. “Honestly doll, sometimes I want to kiss you all over.” “Don’t hold back.”

The words had come out of your mouth before you could stop them. They didn’t remotely sound as teasing or nonchalant as you had meant them to. They sounded sincere, almost desperate. Because they were. And suddenly, as you watched Bucky’s expression falter, you felt remarkably sober again. Oh god.

Part 2

Carefully, Bucky stood up, moved over and sat down next to you. “Are you serious about this, (Y/N)?”

Heat crept up your skin, all the way from the swells of your breasts to your ears. You’d honestly never felt that put on the spot. Unable to answer, your gaze fixed the carpet, hoping that if you stared long enough, maybe it would do you a favor and swallow you whole. Bucky was now less than inch from you, close enough for you to smell his shampoo, his breath fanning the side of your face, making things only worse for you. Your heart sank deeper and deeper until you could feel it in your stomach, heavy like a rock. This day had been going so well. Why did you have to ruin it with your stupid inebriated brain? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

And then you felt his flesh hand cup your face, softly turning your head to meet his eyes. Those beautiful, cerulean eyes. “Because I’d really, really like to kiss you.” Frowning, you shook your head, your synapses refusing to process that bit of information. You swallowed several times before you found your voice again. “Please don’t mess with me, Bucky”, you heard yourself whisper, at which Bucky violently shook his head. “I promise.” And then his lips were on yours and you kissed him back.

It started out innocently enough, slow, tentative kisses, allowing the other to back out in case they changed their mind. Only that he didn’t back out like you thought he would. And you didn’t back out like he thought you would. Realizing how effortlessly your mouths pressed against each other, how right his lips felt on yours, you gradually grew bolder. You turned slightly to mirror his position and your hands went up to his face, feeling the stubble on his chin and jaw before carding through the silky strands of his locks at the back of his neck. One hand in his hair, you let the other explore more of his body as you felt up his biceps, his back, his chest abs. A content hum escaped his throat which only spurred you on. One hand in his hair and one bunching up the fabric covering his chest, you pressed yourself closer to him. His grip on your face tightened as he opened his mouth and his tongue caressed your bottom lip. Greedily, you welcomed him in your mouth and let out a deep sigh as your tongues met for the first time and the two of you fought for dominance over the other.

Bucky’s hands wandered down your body to the hem of your shirt and his lips soon followed suit. You let out a whimper when he sucked at the sensitive skin of your pulse point, determined to mark you. You’d never really liked hickeys, but this was different. You wanted everyone to see, see what had happened between the two of you. While your hands tangled in his hair, his slowly made their way under the fabric of your sweater, exploring the soft skin of your hips, your waist, your belly, cool on your right side, burning on your left.

It was so much more than you’d ever dreamed of, almost too much to bear, and yet his touches only made you more impatient, more needy, more desperate to have him. “Bucky…” It was barely more than a sigh, but Bucky’s head shot up at the sound and his eyes met yours. “What’s it, sweetheart? Talk to me” You took a moment to take him in, tracing his glistening bottom lip with your thumb. “I need you.” Bucky pressed his forehead against yours. “I need you too, doll. So much. That’s why I’m so scared of messing up with you.” You took his face in your hands again and pressed a kiss to his forehead, his eyes closing at the sensation. “There’s no way in hell you can mess up with me, James. Don’t hold back. Take me.” Bucky let out a shuddering breath. “Please.”

It was like a switch had been flicked. Bucky leapt forward and buried you under his weight, making you sink into the soft cushions. Kissing you even more passionately than before, he positioned himself between your legs. The bulge in his pants now clearly noticeable, he started grinding down on you and the friction made you pool with lust. You let out an audible groan that made Bucky’s cock twitch. Steadying himself with his metal hand, he clumsily lifted your shirt up your body with his right hand so the fabric bunched up over your breasts. Eager to assist, you arched your back to unclasp your bra and pulled it up as well. Bucky’s hand immediately reached out to palm the newly exposed skin while his tongue darted out to massage your already swollen buds. He went from left to right and right to left, making you stick your chest out as much as you could, before suddenly taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking greedily on it. You cried out in pleasure and his dark eyes went to scan your face, lip drawn in between your teeth, eyes pressed shut, your breathing getting heavier by the minute. Too mesmerized by the sight of you, he didn’t notice your hand that wasn’t tangled in his hair move from his back to the front of his pants until you massaged his erection through the fabric, running your palm up and down his impressive bulge. He let go of your breast to take a deep breath and used his right hand to feverishly rub your clothed pussy, causing you to yelp in surprise. Your hand gripped his wrist, urging him to slow down. “Don’t want to finish off like that. Need you inside me.”

Bucky’s answer was an appreciative growl. He stood up, freeing himself first from the sweater that was becoming increasingly hot and then from his jeans and boxers. His size was impressive, the tip swollen and glistening with pre cum and you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together in anticipation.

“Uh-uh. Let me take care of that sweetheart.” His voice was now a husky whisper that sent shivers down your spine. Agonizingly slow, he unbuttoned your pants and pulled them off you, groaning when he got a glimpse of your drenched panties. Sitting back on his haunches, he pushed your knees apart and ran his palms up the inside of your thighs, then softly ghosted over the purple cotton, before hooking his thumbs under the waistband. “Show me your pretty pussy, (Y/N).” In one swift motion, the piece of clothing was gone, and Bucky let out a low hiss at the sight of your wet folds. “Fuck, doll. You’re ven more beautiful than I imagined.” You were at a complete loss for words, but Bucky didn’t give you time to respond anyway. He took a hold of his erection and coated in in your juices, your overstimulated body jumping at the sensation, before locking eyes with you and carefully sliding his tip inside you. You both let out a needy whimper when he filled you up, going deeper and deeper, your pussy obediently swallowing him, until he bottomed out.

Bucky was still on his haunches, giving you time to adjust to him, intertwining his fingers with yours. “You okay?” You nodded. “You can move.” Bucky started thrusting in and out of you, accelerating his pace when it became obvious that you were in as much pleasure as he. Soon, he was mercilessly fucking you into the couch, snapping his hips forward and pulling out until just the tip remained inside you, and then repeating his actions, over and over and over again. When he used his metal hand to draw circles on your clit, you were a whimpering mess beneath him, uttering incoherent curses and multiple variations of his name. You felt the familiar sensation build up in your gut and squeezed his hand to hold off, but he wasn’t having it, only increasing his efforts. With a muffled scream, you came all over his dick, your whole body shaking from the intensity of it. The sight of you coming undone combined with your cunt convulsing around his dick pushed Bucky over the edge as well and his thrusts became sloppier as he painted your walls with his seed and then collapsed on top of you, both of you panting and bathed in sweat.

—

Your second time together was slow and gentle, taking all the time you now knew you had, making sure to leave no inch of your lover’s body unattended to. The third time was rough again, Bucky fucking you against the shower tiles, cold water pouring down on you because you’d accidentally changed the setting when Bucky had lifted you and neither of you had noticed. The times that followed took place in various places of the Tower; the pool table where Bucky had found you the day before, the kitchen island, Sam’s bed (which seemed to give him a particular kind of satisfaction), in several of Tony’s cars, at one of the panorama windows, your front against the shining outline of the city (and the fake ice crystals) while Bucky took you from behind, all the while whispering sinful things to you that drove you insane, how often he’d sat in his room fucking his fist to your image, your plump lips that were just made for his cock, your curves that made your entire body jiggle when he drove into you, that beautiful ass of yours, imagining your sweet voice begging him to make you feel good. After all, it appeared he’d thought about you as often as you had about him.

—

You woke up to a rose-tainted sky and soft kisses peppered across the back of your neck, your shoulders and along your spine. You giggled into your pillow. Bucky’s strands brushing your bare skin gave you a tickling sensation. “You’re up early.” Bucky hummed into the crook of your neck, making your skin vibrate. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about before heading out for my run.” You turned around to face him, his hair tousled, eyes still glossed over from sleep. Nobody should be allowed to look that gorgeous. “What is it?”

“Steve and Wilson will be back from their trip in a few hours and they will pester me about my crush on you and whether I’ve finally done something about it.” He rolled his eyes and your smile grew wider. “What are you going to tell them?” Bucky reached for your hand and gently squeezed it. “I’d like to tell them that I asked you out on a date and that you agreed, but that wouldn’t be entirely true, would it?” You quirked an eyebrow. “So you’re asking me for permission to lie to your best friend?” Bucky laughed at that, that kind of laugh that made his eyes crinkle. “Y/N, would you like to go out on a date with me?”

You tilted your head to the side. “Depends. Does that mean we’re gonna have to sleep in separate beds again?” Bucky raised your hand to his mouth and softly kissed your knuckles, then he stretched his head and planted a kiss on your forehead. “No way. What do you say?”

“Yes.”

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I don't think I've come across anyone else who writes for Hans and I intend to take full advantage of the opportunity you have presented me with. Could you please write a oneshot where the reader is like, Hans secret admirer when he returns from Aredendele? Like, no one else likes him but she leaves him little notes because she's genuinely in love with him? And then he finds out?

Sorry this took some time! ^^ I hope you like it, though! I’ve never really written for him, so, uh, I dunno?? Haha 

So you know, Y/N has been one of Hans’ maids for a long time. That’s why he knows her name, and how she can be in love with him.

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“Y/N… it was you?” The prince emerges from the darkness of the hallway, as he had been standing, and watching, for quite some time. Just out of my candles light, spying on me while I was writing his note for the day. Jesus, I’ve been here for hours, was he there the whole time??? Christ, Hans!

Like a flash I look back down at the note my thoughts had reminded me I was holding, and then back up at him as I hide it behind my back. Guiltily, I flick my head to get some hair out of my eyes, and step back closer to his bedroom door. Can’t believe he wasn’t in there this whole time. “Your highness!”

A flitter of satisfaction crosses his handsome face in the candlelight, the sky dark with stars through the window behind him. Damn, I shouldn’t have called him that! No one calls him that since he got back! Its too good for him. Man, I’m sounding more guilty, of my feelings for him by the second. “Sir,” I try again. “I was just writing you a note saying that your breakfast would b-be, ahh, late today. The chef’s going be an hour late- Hey! You don’t want to read yet! I haven’t finish-“ Before I could snatch it back further away from him or into my apron pocket without being impolite because he might be disgraced, but he is still a Prince, Hans manages to get the letter away from my fingers and step back away from me. I let out the breath I was holding, because he was so close to me, and immediately start to panic. Biting my bottom lip, I cover my face and look away in embarrassment. No way he wont figure it out now, if he hasn’t already!

“Let’s see what we have here, huh?” He teases, making my stomach roll. He’s going to make fun of me! Peaking through my fingers, I watch him stand and read todays letter, his grin slowly leaving his face as he reads.

“P-Prince Hans, please, a moment, I can explain-“

In my horrified state, I couldn’t tell you what the contents of that particular note was, that I just wrote, if you threw my feet into a bucket of ice water, but I’m suddenly terrified that I said something wrong. Or spelt something wrong- I only learnt know how to read and write from cooking books. I’m a kitchen servant! it’s not like I’ve read any romance novels at all! What do I know about love letters??

If I wasn’t so used to dealing with his brothers, I would be hyperventilating right now out of panic.

I need to go hide back under the potatoes where I belong.

It must take a full 10 minutes before he finished reading- or maybe that’s just how it felt for me. Either way, when he looks up at me, he shows me the most lovely face. Small smile, eyebrows arched just so, eyes gleaming with something gentle, and light. A kind expression, something not oft seen on Prince Hans since he came back from Arendelle.

It makes me feel like I’m turning to mush, in a good way. I missed that face when he came back. Of course, I like the stoic, sinister look he’s been carrying with him lately, too! But this particular expression just has the royal power of making your heart soar in a way it isn’t supposed to. Because, you’re a servant and he’s a prince and even if he did like you… like his expression says he does… he could never act on it.

It’s a very evil face.

“Thank you, Y/N. I… “ His pretty, perfect expression shuts off and he looks down both ends of the hallway, at empty darkness before coming forward quickly and cupping the right side of my face with one of his hands, fingers tucked under my hair and thumb on my cheek. He grins some more, this time a more sedated, mischievous grin that makes my heart pound -especially with this unseemly distance between us, - and brushes my cheek with his thumb. A small, but surprisingly heart melting gesture coming from him, aimed at me. “Would you keep leaving me these? I’ll leave you some back, if you do.” Was that a sparkle of cheekiness in his eyes when he said that? I don’t know, I’m still floored by the fact he’s touching me. His grin widens to show his teeth. “I really like them, they’re the best part of my day.”

“I, uh… I can, yes. S-Sorry, if theirs bad grammar in them. Is there is- “

He cuts me off, slightly shaking his head. “It’s perfect.”

“Okay.” I quickly respond, shutting up because I’m embarrassing myself. A chuckle escapes him, before he thinks for a second, staring at my face, then leans up and kisses my forehead. Then lets me go and opens his bedroom door.

Before he disappears into his room, though, he looks back over his shoulder and smirks at me. “And, by the way, I liked watching you write before. Twirling your hair around your finger, nibbling on the pencil… you should wear your hair down like that more, it’s pretty.”

“Oh- Thanks!” I smile, touching my hair and feeling my heart burst in my chest. Oh, that was the last straw. I’m definitely going to explode. “I… like your hair too!”

He laughs, and closes the door behind him. “Thank you!”