#like i know your suit is blue baby but you didnt need to go that far /j

[unlikecharlie]

Every time I remember Dick being a cop, my acab heart shrivels up a little bit more

[beanibon]

Millions Knives x SelfHarm!Reader

Kinda my own comfort fic, but I know others want to have their favourite villain to give them cuddles through hard times.

Please take care of yourselves and reach out if you ever need help, my dms are open if you guys ever need to chat 💜

TW: self-harm, self-blame, general topics of depression.

He shouldn't have given it to you, that tiny blade he had snapped from a tendril. A gift he intended for self-defense, a reminder of himself. A courting present.

Now all Knives felt was horror seeing what you had used that gift for, head shaking at the sight before him.

Knives was a destructive being, destroying everything in his path for the sake of his goal, slaughtering and maiming humans. Seeing that blade in your hands, bloodied within those gentle hands of yours, the very same hands that soothe his own pain. It was a reminder that all he brought was destruction, even to those he loved and cherished.

"Knives? You weren't suppose to be back for-"

"Why?" Your eyes turn sullen, finding interest in the floor where you sat. Knives heart ached, ached that you couldn't look at him, ached that you didn't trust him enough to come to him. "Why? Why would you do something like this?"

He didn't mean for his voice to raise in volume, he truly didn't mean it. Knives wasn't angry with you, disgusted by what you've done. He was scared. Memories of his own painful nights at destroying his flesh, experimenting with new blades that he produced at whim.

And to forget the pain of his brother aiming a gun to his skull.

"I didn't give you that to destroy yourself with," Knives hissed out, taking a step towards you, watching as you flinched at his tone. He truly didnt mean to speak to you like you were nothing, yet he couldn’t stop those words from sounding like watered down venom. "I gave you that blade, to remind you of me, and how much I want to protect you." He softened his tone, kneeling before you with an extended hand.

"Please my darling, hand me the blade, let me replace it with something that won't cause you harm." Those baby blues, filled to the brim with nothing but adoration for you, a pathetic human that slithered into his cold heart.

Your usually happy eyes, once brimmed with joy, filled with tears. Quiet sobs racked your body, wilfully releasing the blade to the plant that crumbled it to dust in his own hand.

Soft hands graced his skin, body instinctively tensing, only to relax seconds later. Blood-soaked arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into hug. Knives reciprocated instantly, arms enveloping your tiny body.

It took months for him to allow you to touch him, years till he returned your touch with his own. Now Knives couldn't go without those soft hands holding his face, or massaging his scalp as you forced him to 'sleep'.

Now those soft hands were covered in blood, your blood.

Carefully as to not harm you further, Knives untangled himself from you, holding your arms. Ice blue eyes examined the new cuts littered across your wrists, a sympathetic sigh slipping past his lips.

"This pain is all too familiar to me, I know the urges, the constant need to relieve that agonising pain," Your eyes widened at Knives confession, looking at his own arms despite the suit covering them. "I understand it may take some time to stop, but I will not be apart of your relief, never ask for a blade from me again. Instead come to me so that I can help you overcome this, I'm not that terrifying. . . Am I?"

Quiet laughter broke the frown etched on his features, a small smile replacing it. "You aren't terrifying, at least not to me, not anymore." Those soft hands on his face had him melting, purring into your touch.

"Good, let's get you cleaned up shall we? Perhaps I'll let you make your obnoxious sounding music on my piano." A smug smirk was present on his face the moment your eyes sparkled, you weren't allowed to touch his beautiful piano unless he was guiding you. Otherwise the room would be filled with your childish keyboard smashes until Knives was sulking, silently fuming with a pounding headache he gained afterwards.

"It's called artist keyboard smashing, and you love it." You teased, wiping your dried tears.

Knives chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes as he gently held you in his arms, carrying you to your shared bed. That's where Knives cleaned you up, the very same hands that were covered I'm the blood of countless innocent lives, bandaged your arms with such gentle concentration.

"Thank you, Knives." You nuzzled into his neck, eyes closed.

Knives simply hummed, a kiss placed into your temple that had you instantly opening your eyes, mouth agape with a smile. He immediately regretted it.

"You kissed me!"

"I always do."

"Only after I kiss you first! You did it without me initiating!"

"Keep bringing it up and I'll never kiss you again."

"You wouldn't survive that long, you need my kisses to live on. Otherwise you'll shrivel away to nothingness." Your soft giggles had Knives pouting form relaxing, eyes examining the personality that chipped away at his protective walls. Knives would have to protect you now, more so than previously.

And he'd do just that, holding your hurting soul close while he worked hard to keep you safe.

"I suppose I don't despise your kisses that much."

[chaewandz]

ROSE - chapter 12: niki or riki?

synopsis: after she turns 18, y/n’s parents arrange a competition for young suitors in her town to compete for her love, a family tradition that brought about her parents’ marriage. twelve men are selected, but who will win her heart?

“do we know what the party theme is?” niki asked, staring blankly at his kingdom-supplied wardrobe.

“no but it’s a party. have you never been to a party?” sunoo questioned, already fully dressed. niki sighed.

“not my kind of thing. but clearly it’s your scene…” niki mumbled, watching as sunoo posed in all kinds of angles in his mirror for no one but himself.

“you clearly need my help. let me see what they’ve given you.” sunoo gleefully stood up and clapped, skipping over towards niki’s closet.

niki pressed his lips together in a thin line, not sure how this was going to end up.

on the other side of the castle on the highest floor, princess y/n and her self-appointed ‘assistants’ danced around her bedroom, picking out different dress options.

“not that one- I wore that to a banquet last month.” y/n sighed, vetoing a light blue gown made of silk with little daisies sprinkling down the trim.

“okay what HAVENT you worn.” joonie defeatedly questioned, flopping onto y/n’s leather couch under her bay window.

“honestly who knows.” y/n admitted, laughing.

“alright I know you hate doing this but you’re gonna have to if you want an outfit…” youngeun suggested.

“ugh but it feels so….” y/n trailed off.

“princess-like? well yes!!!” sakura finished.

“fine.” y/n gave up, walking over to the telephone system by her bedroom door that connected to the castle guards.

“good afternoon princess y/n! how can I make your acquaintance today?” the guard on the other line cheerfully spoke.

“hello sir! could you please send up the wardrobe and makeup artists? we need some party outfits!” y/n requested.

“of course princess! they will be up in no less than five minutes along with some refreshments.”

“thank you so much!” y/n politely hung up the baby pink telephone and walked back to the girls, slightly embarrassed.

“come on y/nnie!! the wardrobe and makeup artists LOVE to assist you, it’s literally their job! in fact it’d be more disrespectful if you DIDNT ask for their help!!” isa pointed out.

“I guess that’s true… I just feel demanding.” y/n admitted.

“you should be excited!! also, did I hear that they’re bringing us snacks???” joonie excitedly wondered.

“are you only friends with me because of my snacks???” y/n accused, laughing.

before joonie could respond, a knock at the door cut through the girls’ laughter.

“that was much faster than five minutes- did they teleport here??” sakura asked, appalled.

“adora magic!” y/n giggled, getting up to open the door.

two hours later, y/n stood in the golden three paneled mirror at the back of her walk-in closet.

“I feel like I’ve worn too much pink recently..” y/n admitted.

“but it’s your color!” marjorie, y/n’s wardrobe assistant brightly declared.

y/n wore a floor length tulle dress in an ombré of pinks, it had a corset bodice paired with ruffled straps. it was gorgeous.

“thank you marjorie.” y/n smiled, bending down from the mirrored platform to give her a hug.

on the other side of the castle, niki and sunoo were restlessly playing games in their shared room. niki was now dressed in a black suit, the jacket had a sparkly beading pattern that sparkled when the light it just right. he (or rather, sunoo) chose to pair it with silver necklaces and a short dangling earring.

sunoo was also wearing a black suit, his had a black mesh vest underneath and he wore silver rings on nearly every finger.

after silently playing rock paper scissors for what felt like forever, they had now moved on to playing chopsticks repeatedly because it was the only game they could think of that wouldn’t mess up their outfits. before they began their next round, a bell rang throughout the castle, followed by a voice on the castle’s intercom.

“good evening gentlemen! I hope you had a successful time at selecting your outfits for tonight’s party! now if you would please report to the castle’s second floor ballroom, we can began tonight’s festivities! see you there gentlemen!” an excited guard spoke.

niki and sunoo nervously stood up and took one last glance at the mirror before leaving their bedroom and heading down to the second floor ballroom. they weren’t entirely certain of their way, they just followed the pattern of guards lining the halls.

the second floor ballroom was decorated wall to wall with golden and pastel shades. there was a dance floor located in the center of the room, and tables marked with name tags for each suitor. there was a buffet the length of two walls, covered in food. multiple waiters stood behind the buffets organizing plates and preparing to serve drinks. the princess sat on an elevated platform located at the front of ballroom, which she protested against non-stop, thinking it was far too much for a party.

as two guards entered through the double doors at the back of the ballroom, the six winning members of the blue team entered, smiling from ear to ear.

niki nervously played with his rings and slowly looked up at the princess, now standing in the center of the dance floor, hands nervously placed behind her back as she smiled at the suitors.

the six men now stood in a line before here, unsure of what to do next.

“good evening!” princess y/n grinned, looking at each of them. “shall we dance?” she asked, excitedly.

the men all nodded and y/n looked off to the side, signaling for her friends to join her on the dance floor.

“this is going to sound weird… but as I dance with one of you, the rest of you will dance with my lovely friends… does that makes sense?? it’s only so you don’t just awkwardly stand and watch me with dance with someone else!” she laughed nervously.

“also! it’s so we can get to know you!” sakura interjected, mischievously giggling.

the boys all laughed along, pairing up with the person stood across from them.

niki was the first to dance with the princess, grinning as he stepped forward to meet her.

“niki!” she said, placing her hands on his shoulders. “do you remember anything from the first time we danced?”

“I remember being terrified of you…” niki chuckled, making the princess laugh as well as he placed his hands around her waist.

“you were so nervous- but today you danced so well???”

niki shyly looked at his feet.

“oh not this again- niki we need to have a nice conversation face to face!” she laughed.

“if I must…” he jokingly rolled his eyes.

it was funny how the two of them immediately got along well, sharing the same sense of humor and banter.

“oh by the way- the first time we met you introduced yourself as riki but now I keep calling you niki… like even the guards call you that now…” she awkwardly admitted.

“I was wondering why you were doing that!! I just assumed you forgot my name…” niki confessed.

“honestly I technically did.” she laughed.

“wow… so I’m just that forgettable.” niki jokingly whispered.

“oh relax. how could I forget your inability to make eye contact with me while dancing!” she teased.

“that’s foul.” he laughed. “but look how good I’m doing now!” he wiggled his eyebrows at her, making her burst into laughter.

“you’re weird riki!”

“I thought my name was niki though?”

the two made jokes back and forth and kept laughing, dancing together longer than they were actually meant to.

this was because while the girls were dancing with the other suitors, they kept a secretive watchful eye on y/n and niki, each sharing a mischievous glance as they noticed the chemistry between the two. the four girls wordlessly agreed to continue dancing with the other suitors that y/n and niki could keep dancing.

“we have been dancing an awfully long time…” y/n curiously pointed out, minutes later.

“is this your way of telling me you’re tired of me?” niki accused.

“yes! I want to eat food.” she laughed.

“okay well you’re the princess, it’s your call!”

“I guess that’s true…”

“i promise I won’t be offended if you want to go eat food.”

“you will be offended though!” the princess pointed out.

“am I that transparent??” niki chuckled, pretending to be offended.

“oh whatever. I guess I can keep dancing with you. as insufferable as you are…”

“sorry what was that last part?” niki raised his eyebrows.

“I said as great and wonderful as you are!!” she laughed.

“right… right…” he nodded, suspicious.

after a moment of silence the two began laughing again. even making eye contact made the pair burst into laughter. they got along so well even though they hadn’t known each other very long.

eventually they quieted down and smiled at each other, not saying a word as they danced. just smiling at each other.

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authors note: squad i wrote this one in one day that’s crazy it usually takes me forever.. FINALLY NIKI AND YN CONTENT!! And yes I added that thing where yn messes up his name BECAUSE I REALIZED I INTRODUCED HIM AS RIKI BUT IVE BEEN WRITING HIM AS NIKI LOL so that’s my bad oops

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synopsis: after she turns 18, y/n’s parents arrange a competition for young suitors in her town to compete for her love, a family tradition that brought about her parents’ marriage. twelve men are selected, but who will win her heart?

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey hey! I've missed your writing! Do you think you could write a story about kk3 Terry and his beloved at an event he's hosting at his home. She's a little bit sad and wants to have him to herself for a moment so she trys to provoke him and get his eyes on her by showing off some skin😏he does get provoked and ends up taking her upstairs for a little while to "fix" her dress. He knows she's a little down but gives her the well deserved attention she needs. A little steamy is you will! Thank you💚💚💚

Aww thank you anon 🤗 I can absolutely do that for you 💚 I hope you enjoy 💚

Tonight was the night of Terry's house party for all his friends and workmen, he had been planning this for a long time and you were both very excited. You loved events like this because it gave you a good excuse to use make up and wear one of your many gorgeous dresses Terry had bought you. He was all ready in his cream and red coloured suit, and you had just walked out in one if your favourite blue dresses.

"Wow baby girl! You look absolutely stunning" "Thanks babe, you are looking very nice yourself" He gives you one of his cheeky smiles before planting a kiss on your lips, and his hand resting on your hip. "There are days where I look at you and think to myself, how the hell did I manage to land you" "That's because your the most wonderful man I have ever known babe....plus your 'stamina' is insane!" You both share a little laugh, he knew he was good in the bedroom, but hearing you say little things like that really made his day. "Oh yeh baby, this is all for you-" Terry us suddenly cut off by the sound of the front door bell ringing. "The first people are hear! Are you ready baby?" "Absolutely, let's go"

The evening was wonderful, there were nearly 30 people there and everyone was having a nice time. There wasn't many chances for you and Terry to be close to eachother, but that was mainly because his business partners were pitching ideas and keeping him busy. And you knew a handful of people there too so you were charging to them as well. You were just getting another drink from the counter when a young woman approached you, she looked about 20 years old and she was wearing a very bright pink sparkly dress. "Hey!" "Hi, I'm not sure we've met before. I'm Y/N" "Hi Y/N I'm Gina! I was just wondering if you've seen Terry around?" "Oh yeah, he's just talking to that guy over there by the indoor fountain. It he looks really focused, if I were you I'd wait to talk to him" "Oh really? I was really hoping to get him alone" "I'm sorry?" "You know...have you seen how sexy he is?! I'd love to see if I could try my luck with him. And the fact that he's super rich too is amazing!" Is this girl for real? You really try to keep your cool and tell her what the deal is. "Gina, that's not going to happen I'm afraid" "What? Why?" "Because I am with Terry. He's my fiancee, hear the ring to prove it"

Gina gasps when she realises what is happening, she feels embarrassed as well as many other emotions. "Oh my god I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't realise!" "Its ok Gina you didnt know, I was just being honest with you" "Oh god I feel so bad, I thought you were his assistant, or maybe his cleaner?" "You thought that?" "Well yeh, you also seemed to be a lot older than me and I thought he would want someone olde-" "Wait wait wait, how old do you think I am?" "I don't know, 35 maybe?" "I'M 27! I'm only one year younger than Terry!" "Alright maybe I got that wrong-" "Did you just come hear to try it on with Terry? Tell me the truth" "Kind of yeh, but-" "But nothing. Adam!" One of Terry's bouncers approaches you. "Adam would you please escort this girl from the house, she is not welcome hear" "Of course miss L/N" "Hey hey wait! I didn't mean-" But she couldn't finish her sentence before Adam dragged her out of the house, leaving you feeling quite sad about the whole thing.

You just stood there agsint the kitchen side, everyone else was enjoying themselves while you just held yourself as this overwhelming feeling of insecurity came over you. You could see Terry talking to someone on the other side of the room, and you were in desperate need of some comfort from him. When he looked over to you, you try to catch his eye by pulling the strap down a little from your shoulder, this definitely got his attention.

But he could read you like a book, your body said come hear, but your eyes said please I need you. "Would you excuse me Harry? My fiancee needs some help fixing her shoulder strap of her dress" He leaves this man and walks straight over to you, not caring who tried to talk to him as he walked past, you were his only priority. "Hey baby, come on let's go somewhere a little quieter shall we?" You give him a silent nod as he delicately took your hand and guided you to the stairs. "Edgar, please make sure noone comes up the stairs to the next level of the house. Me and Y/N need a private conversation" "Of course Mr Silver" This was another bouncer in Terry's house, he had a few, and Edgar was making sure noone was snooping around his home. Once Terry took you upstairs, he opened the bedroom door and yly both walked in once he closed the door behind him. You sat on the bed twiddling your thumbs when he could see something was up with you.

"Baby? What's the matter?" "Terry...do I look old?" "What? Of course you don't, your younger than me remember? Why would you think that?" "I don't think that but, there was this girl downstairs who didn't realise I was with you, and she was quite open when she said she liked you and wanted to get you alone" "Seriously?! I hope you told her that I belong to you!" "I told her that I was engaged to you yes, but she thought that I was way older than I actually was, and she thought I was your cleaner, not your fiancee" "How dare she say that to you! How old did she think you were?" "She thought I was 35" "35?! Your nowhere near 35! I'll make sure she's removed from this house right now!" "Terry it's ok, I've beaten you too it. I asked Adam to take her out of the house" "That's good, I'm glad you did that. Baby listen to me" He says kneeling down infront of you and holding your hands in his. "Don't listen to what that stupid girl said ok? She was probably just jealous because she knows that she can't have me, I'm yours and only yours, and that's the way its going to stay. And by the way, weather your 27, 35 40, 60 or even 100! I'll always love you and that will never ever change. And by the way, 35 isn't old at all"

"I know, I know...it just put me out of sorts that's all. I just wanted to have you to myself for a few minutes. It always makes me feel better" "Aww my poor baby, come hear" He kneels up a little and gives you a sweet hug, it was instantly making you feel more at ease and relaxed. What you weren't expecting though, was during this hug, Terry started kissing your shoulder and down your arm. "I'm sorry baby girl, but your just so beautiful that I can't help myself. You know...Edgar is on duty downstairs making sure noone disturbs us. Why don't I spend this little time we have, making you feel better? I can show you just how lucky you are to have me, to be the only woman who will ever have me..." "Terry....that sounds like a very good idea..." He gives you a delicious smirk before he locks his lips with yours, he could always make you feel light headed weather it was a kiss or more. His hand comes up past your thigh and up to your chest, he slowly and gently pushed you to lie down on the bed as he stayed in place, still kneeling inbetween your legs.

"This dress your wearing is giving me this primal feeling inside baby girl, but...we also can't get you too untidy can we? It's better to keep this dress on" "I don't understand? How can-" He stops you mid sentence by grabbing your hips and pulling towards his chest in one quick pull. "Were going to have to look presentable when we go back downstairs don't we? So just lie back and enjoy..." His finger pulls your underwear to the side, and be slowly round his tounge agsinst your sensitive and swollen clit. It makes you shudder and he starts going a little faster, just giving you a moment to get used to his tounge. But it appears he simply can't control himself as he buries his face inbetween your legs and holds you closer by grabbing your hips and not letting go. No matter how many times he does this, it always feels electrifying, and you know your hips are going to be bruised by his fingers but you were so far from caring. A strong orgams starts to build as he tounge shows you no mercy, and your grab and pull at the bed sheets, desperate to hold onto something as it builds more and more. You wanted to pull at his hair, but you know if you did, it would mess it up, so bed sheets it is.

"Oh jesus! God Terry!" You try so hard to keep the internal scream inside of you, but when he makes your legs shake and your body feel waves of ultimate extacy, you can't control yourself. He never let's go and he never stops despite you writhing on the bed and moaning and whimpering. You didn't think you could cope with this orgasm, that was until he finaly stoped after making you feel another 2 earth shattering orgasms. You were lead on the bed trying to catch your breath as he leaned up over you. "My god baby girl, you taste so sweet. Let's take a few minutes for you to get your breath back and we can head back to the party. Bit don't worry, when everyone goes home, I'll give you even more of what you deserve, and there will be no need to hold back either" "Now that Terry, sounds like a very good idea..."

[dream-this-nightmare-over]

Shaun Evans imagine

You can find more of my imagines in my book Imagines on wattpad.

He was down there throwing lavish party in my garden for people who hated my name, pearl skin and necklines in sunlight, raybans, loud music and world i dont belong in he brough them here and didnt even ask me if i am okay with it

He should have known from absence of my smile but he never took time to learn tides of my heart

While i was watchng it all from upstairs window

Curtains flowing between us

Each on one side coming in style banners of silk baby come get your crown when you  call me yours don't you know i would do anything to see you satisfied

You are in blue it suits you so well

You dont anymore wait for ride

You made yourself known that you are one of knights here to stay

We are hiding so they dont catch a glimpse

It irks you to see me anything but happy

Smiling in sunlight

It's casual intimacy that we find in every place just one glance and presence is enough

Ed comes stands between us facing the scene

We stand on sides in curtains

Ed knows by now where my heart lies so he isnt surprised to see you here

You are part of family by now

One of meadow royals

He has very important audition for couple of days and he cant put up with licentious youth. Our meadow is not used to souless debauchery

We are coming up with ideas how to put a stop to all of it

He comes in with someone on his arm but still calls me babe after i tell him there is no more chmpaign

You just stand there all ready to be smart and throw snarky remark but you don't because you are lost trying to come up with world in which i deserve to be treated like this

And i see it takes everything in you not to show how much you care but you wont give away our fairytale in hiding

And i imagine myself dying down on pebbles on driveway in midst of party and him crying, his tears on my lips because underneath all the recklessness he cared otherwise he wouldnt start this charade

But them i reprimand myself for thinking that way and wonder if i romanticize something violent only because i have another pair of hands to fall into if i think of death because i can still sell my youth

Should i leave you in memories before you grow bitter and time makes you disappoint me

and

go with sunlight boys into sunrise of masquerade balls and modernity that will make us hate each other even if we cant speak from love we hold for one another

or

shall i come home to peace you built and step out from behind curtains, free as bird on breeze, unafraid because you are there

and

leave the golden boy to someone else even if it will break his heart that loved me in its own recklessly restless way?

You are apparition transparent mirage of my heavy heart, ethereal promise of days passing but love stays the same as curtains fly on breeze You are mirage on sunny day there but not really there mine but never fully mine because words are too heavy they will sink us before we find courage to reach for the other side You are not him You are more sophisticated you don't throw blame like a bait for end you don't have balls to spell out

In between curtains you are ghost that will disappear if I reach out like particles of dreams I dream translucent stardust I can't keep nor make mine

I am stuck in cage i confined myself to for i hold the key to my freedom fears mean it's worth it i know every lock combination but my mind is lost in daydreams comfortable is killing potential the trill the need to leave please save me from myself give me some of your valour i want to be knight too i know i can be i just need someone to recognize my skill i dont want to live behind curtains with shadows forever i am human i am alive i wasnt born to hide and live out someone's else idea of who i should become 

I feel hand finding mine

And I can breath

Everything will be alright if you never stop believing impossible is possible just beyond the curtain of self imposed fears and doubts.

Tear down that curtain and step into the garden that's growing from your brilliance.

[scentedchildnacho]

The flixbus is the worst ever till black specifications arrive to stop the terrorist hijacking ya know focus too much on signs get trampled refuse to kick ass off the bus cause insomnia

I've never had a worse panic attack of potential paranoia and sex trafficking till finally left los Angeles I hate hyper sex communities of nami I hate hyper sex I hate cocaine I hate it

Ya know hate the blind rape the bus focus on signs do everything yourself

Bend stoop lift repeat no final apology for ticket cost with full refund

I haven't slept in over 24 hours if not somebody's mean kid kicking my seat some two white guys together trying to talk out the flight head rush trip till I do hope they go to fight club I'm so sleep deprived I hope they do finally kick each other's ass

They wouldn't stop staring at me sleeping night stalkers and making strategic sounds to drive me crazy

No I feel bad for ass chicks their the most annoying omni present thing never allowed preventative before hand disciplines and they let them get away with hate ing women and somebody may now isolate it claim it's it's friend and rape it and ruin its life

That's all it had to do was be rude stupid and bitchy to me and if it dressed for big dick charm it now has to get a film industry car right away

Put the blue mesh baby jump suit on for the obvious insanity you display or you can't get on the bus till you admit reactions to ozempic gassing or ozempic in your food

You do look like a split personality

I don't know they call everyone a pervert by how they act so I can't control my temper if threatened with jail for trying to live my life so if they won't sit in the assigned seat I biffed her with my carry on bag so she doesn't think I like chicks like her....or just tell I have to go to the bathroom get out of the way or I would be accused of being tolerant of chicks like her

No I'm happy I took the bus my life was getting stagnant in Ruidoso which means international tourism didnt get to death watch on their vacation as the journalists of the conflict so i would rather see some trees and landscape if emergency services needs to astronaut rape me then get chained up and shoved in a cell

[kilbygrl]

nah they’ve had sex before!! (Maybe they take 3 days off before the wedding to be a little touch starved idk, whatever u choose!!) 🥰

original request: ok but sweet n slow post marriage reception sex w Jack, and then FREAK NASTYYYY SEX (or the other way around lol)

warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex.

a/n: tbh, i didnt get the nasty sex part right, so this is more a sweet sex post marriage, but i included a bit of dirty talk, so i hope you like it 😁 but if you want to ask another freaky nasty sex, in another context, you can too. i just couldn't fit right in this one! <3 thanks for the ask, anon!

“I can’t believe you’re really my wife” Jack kisses your face, taking you to bed in bridal style.  

“And I’ll be for the rest of our life” you can’t hold a smile. 

You have never feel that happy. The marriage was everything that you wanted and more. Jack made sure it was perfect, doing everything with you. Tasted cake with you, picked the flowers, choose the place,ye the colors, the drinks, the food, the decoration. He had a saying in everything and you couldn’t had choose a better man to be your husband. 

“You look so pretty with that dress, but I’ll have to take it out of you” he stood behind you, unbuttoning the dress, little by little “I love you so much, wife” he presses kisses on your back, making you breath out loudly. 

You haven’t had any physical contact with Jack besides kissing and hugging for the last week. Mostly because you didn’t had time, but you wanted to wait a little for the big day, and have awesome married sex. You were so touched starved that only his fingers ghosting over your skin were making you crazy. 

“I missed touching you so much, ma. Nothing feel as good as your skin” he takes the stripes of the dress, letting it slide down your body. He leaves long slow kisses along your neck, hands wondering on your skin. You breathe heavily, enjoying your husband lips on you “My wife” 

“My husband” you say with a smile, turning around, and holding his face, connecting his lips on yours.  

You spend a lot of time just kissing and touching each other, his hands holding your waist, sticking your body to his. Your fingers unbutton his shirt, and you kiss the little freckles on his shoulder. On a blink of an eye, you two are in the king-size bed, he’s on top of you, taking off his pants as you look at him like he’s your favorite piece of art. 

“You look so hot with that innocent look in your eyes, but we both know you’re not innocent, don’t we baby?” he says with his usually cocky tone, making you squirm. 

“Can you just fuck me already?” you beg, taking his hands and putting them you your boobs. 

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you?” you nod, looking into his shining blue eyes “Whatever my wife wants, she gets” he squeezes your boobs before going straight to the waistline of your underwear, taking it of slowly, leaving kisses on your thighs, opening them wide “Sweetheart, I can see you dripping for me. I bet you’ve been wet the whole night”  

“Yeah, you look hot in a suit. Can you blame me?” he shakes his head, smiling. 

“I’m going to slide so good in you. So easy. You’re never going to forget this night” he says, taking his hands to your clit, stimulating it as you moan on his ear “Shit baby, I need to be inside you ASAP”  

He takes off his underwear, positioning himself in your entrance, slowly pushing his cock inside you. As soon he’s all in, he goes down to kiss you, thrusting into you, one of his hands going down your arm, until he’s holding yours. You two spend long minutes there, moaning, loving each other as he whispers sweet things in your ear. 

“I’m almost there” you say to him, and in the same time his free hand goes back to your clit “A little faster, please, love”

He listens to you, increasing his movements and kissing your neck. You’re kinda lost, feeling it building in your belly, not holding any moans, letting him know how good he’s making you feel. 

“I’m going to cum inside you, darling. Gonna make you more mine than you already are” he whispers in your ear, going fast with his fingers “Come for me, baby. I know you want to, please” 

And only with that, you let it go, feeling your body tremble a little. A few seconds later, he comes too, moaning loudly, and making you feel his hot cum inside you. You hold his face, making him look into your eyes. He kisses you with so much passion, that you forget the whole world around you. 

“I’m going to make you the happiest wife in the whole world, ma” he gets out of you, laying on the bed. 

“I already am, honey” you run your hands through his curls, giving him a peck. 

And on that note, he takes you to the bathroom, taking care of you, giving you a bath and a handful more of orgasms that night, saying that his wife must be pleased the whole time. 

[spookysquish13]

JJ ALPHABET

**NOTE: I got locked out of my old account (spookysquishsworld) and am reposting all of my old writings**

***I found this on @thejjarchives and wanted to try my hand at this after so long. I used to be so good at writing but stopped for school.

* A is for After Care -  JJ is the little spoon resting his head on your chest. Playing with his rings on your tummy. He makes sure to wash you off in the shower. Kissing softly the love bites he’s made. He wraps you both up in your big comforter and you both talk until one of you falls asleep. It’s always you who falls asleep first, he loves to watch you sleep. Protecting you from all of the bad things in the world.

* B is for BABY - When JJ lets his lust take over, he can be rough and hard. But once everything is all over and done with he turns into baby and you cuddle him and make sure he feels loved. You make sure he knows hes loved because he never knew what it felt like for someone to love him until you.

* C is for Choking - One night after a few too many drinks you let JJ know that you loved when he choked you. Now its all he thinks about. JJ loves to see his rings send cold shivers up your spine, spreading goosebumps to all of the right places.

* D is for Doggystyle / Dirty talk - JJ’s absolute favorite position when he lets his lust take over. JJ will always choose doggy over any, he loves to see your ass. JJ will always have one hand on your hip and the other on your back, seeing how his rings look near your back dimples or how they look wrapped in your hair. JJ loves to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. He loves dirty talk and will whisper things into your ear deep and low when around the others. So that when you guys are alone you attack immediately. Especially during sex, asking who you belong to, if you are a dirty slut. And when you are close he will demand you to cum. Cum for him while he is finger fucking you doggy style choking you while you rub your own clit in front of a mirror.

* E is for Eyes - JJ loves eye contact, and you can always tell what he is thinking by the shade of blue his eyes are. He loves to fuck in front of a mirror and make eye contact through the mirror. Eye contact is the number one thing to turn him on immidately. Turn his primal self on, making JJ kiss you hard and slam you into any door or wall that you can first get some privacy with. Scooping your knee up around his waist so he can grind into you harder.

* F is for Fucking - JJ will spend his lazy days teasing you, coming up with new ways to make you want him. JJ lets his lusty side out more often then not, ending up with hard fucking that leaves you both breathless and unable to move on John B’s extra bed.

* G is for Grinding- JJ’s favorite form of foreplay. He knows all the right buttons to push while grinding into you, making you grind into him. He loves to watch how eager it makes you. Him grinding into you makes you wild for him, making you beg for him to touch you.

* H is for Holding - While JJ has an animalistic side to him, at the end of it all, craves to just be held. After you both get cleaned up and ready for bed, you wrap him in your arms and tell him how much you love him. How much he means to you. You say it every night to make sure he remembers. You hold him until both of you fall asleep, hold him while you toss and turn finding comfort in burying your face into his back while he sleeps, holding each other as the sunlight peaks in early in the morning.

* I is for Innuendo- While both of you are around the others, JJ loves to see what innuendo he can make. Seeing you blush and get nervous is his favorite part in turning you on. It was esspecially fun when the others didnt know about you.

* J is for Juices -JJ loves to see, taste, smell your juices. He loves to see how worked up for him you get, watching your juices flow down his fingers around his rings.

* K is for Kinks - JJ has some kinks he likes, he was afraid at first that it would be too much for you. But as long as its JJ doing those things, he can do whatever he wants with you. JJ is for sure kinky but on the softer side of kink. Some ass slapping, for sure ice cubes, sensory play, choking of course, maybe some rope but just for the aesthetics, he never will use them to tie you down.

* L is for Locations - JJ loves to take you to new locations to fuck. The unknown of whos around and the new location adds a new thrill to sex.

* M is for Masturbation - JJ loves to think about you while you are off working or with the others. He can simply not get enough of you.

* N is for Nipples - JJ loves anything to do with your nipples. Loves to see them through a shirt, soaked poking through your bathing suit top, touching them, playing with them.

* O is for Orgasm - JJ has probably the sexiest O face youve ever seen. His hands gripping the sheets, his hand veins popping out, his moans are the best sound you have ever heard.

* P is for Pace - JJ has different moods, lustful and animalistic, slow and loving, angry and rough. You never know with him due to his impulsive and chaotic character, which makes it all the more fun.

* Q is for Quickies- Sometimes JJ needs to just bang one out so he can concentrate on literally anything else besides you. On the boat, in the van, in Kie’s restaurant. It clears his head so he doesn’t go to chaotic. Keeps him in line.

* R is for Romance - JJ, while at times can be a total dude thinking of only sex, he can also be very romantic. He wants to spoil you in any way he can. If that means taking extra shifts mowing lawns, he will do it so he can take you to a place you like or surprise you with flowers he bought you this time.

* S is for Safe - JJ is always safe. He always makes sure you take your birth control pill on time, he always makes sure you know your safe word, if he is using rope he always has safety scissors from one of the boats handy. He couldn’t think to hurt you, and will take any safety measure he needs.

* T is for Toys - JJ likes toys sometimes, just to mix things up. Usually he likes to do all the work himself, make you feel special and appreciated.

* U is for Under the influence - JJ loves drunk/high sex, usually at parties you both are drinking or smoking, sometimes you can hardly make it back to John B’s house to use a bed.

* V is for Vagina-JJ loves to see you in your entirety. He will eat you out no matter what, he loves to worship your vagina.

* W is for Water - JJ’s favorite place to have sex is in water. The ocean, in a pool, the shower, the bath. He is a true beach babe.

* Y is for YOU-JJ is always concerned about you. If you are having a good time, if you are okay. You are his world, and he wont ever let anything bad come to you and he for certain wont be the source of any hurt, unless you ask him nicely to hurt you.

[robinismywife]

Let me help (TASM!peter parker x fem!reader)

Summary: Peter is at your window once again, so of course you take care of him.

WARNINGS: mentions of blood and deep cuts/wounds! not too many warnings just a small drabble of you taking care of Peter after the fight with Doctor Connors. Not proof read!

(The gif is not mine<3)

Banging. Someone was at your window, knocking ferociously. Of course, you knew who it was cause you had stayed awake waiting for him. Peter. He was never usually this late, but now it was 3AM and he was finally here. So, you got up and walked silently towards the window, unlocked it, and let him in.

Peter jumped inside clumsily, holding onto anything his hands could touch. His whole appearence made you worry. His face was scarred and his chest was deeply wounded, making it bleed all over his suit. Peter's legs were shaky and he immidiately fell onto the chair you had beside the window.

You stood above him running your hand lightly through his hair, trying to calm down his unsteady breathing.

"Pete," you kneeled down before him, resting your palms on his knees as they shook "do you wanna talk about it?" you whispered calmly, not wanting to stress him out even more.

"No" he whispered back. He sounded like he was on the verge of tears

"Alright, alright" you patted his knees slightly and got up "Would it be okay if I went to the bathroom real quick, to get my kit?"

Peter nodded weakly, sighed and leaned back, looking a little stiff still. You headed to the bathroom and gathered everything you needed, cloths, band-aids, bandages, and walked back to your room.

"Pete, this might hurt but you need to take your suit off so I can clean your wounds" you said and he almost got up before you stopped him

"Hey, hey, no need to get up, love- Let me help" You helped him pull down the suit so, now, his chest was bare.

It wasn't a pretty sight. His chest was covered with blood as the three big scratches that covered his chest were still fresh. Around the wounds could be seen blue and purple bruises that would definetly need a few weeks to go away.

With you you had brought a small bucket with lukewarm water to clean the blood with. So, you soaked the cloth with the water and started gently cleaning up his chest, as you sat on a stool in front of him. You cleaned his chest as gently as you could but he still couldn't help but hiss every once in a while.

"Peter, how is this even possible? These wounds, I-"

"Doctor Connors, he- um- he can turn into a lizard" Peter explained quietly

"I thought you didn't wanna talk about it" you joked slightly, trying to lift his mood a bit. He always laughed at your jokes or at least appreciated your attempts at making him laugh.

"You sounded concerned" he spoke plainly but he didn't forget to smile genuingly at the end of his sentence

"Well, now that I know about Connors I'm even more concerned- How did he even manage to do it? Turn into a lizard" You asked as you grabbed the bandages

"It's my fault," he gulped guiltily "I gave him the equation"

A moment of silence followed as you thought of what to say. He seemed truly bothered by this and you didnt want to say something wrong and hurt his feelings.

"Peter, no need to feel guilty, love" you touched his scarred face gently "How could you have known?" Even though you didn't know the details, like how a simple equation can turn a man into a lizard, you tried your best to help him out.

"I shouldn't have gone to him" Peter said, a little louder now "I went to his house with the equation- I-I just- ugh- I just wanted to know how it felt like to figure out something like that, to work with him- It's stupid"

"It's not stupid, Peter. You're seventeen for god's sake!" You chuckled light-heartedly "Anyone could get carried away, it's alright"

"I'm- I'm gonna fix it" He said determinately as you cleaned up all of your supplies "I'm the only one that can stop him"

"I don't doubt it, baby- Come on let's get to bed" You kissed his cheek and he got up with a shy smile on his face

You and peter climbed into bed, holding onto each other for dear life. You felt safe in his arms, and he felt safe in yours. You completed each other and as you lay in bed you wondered if this was how your future would look like. If so, you would never get enough of it.

"Thanks- Thank you" Peter whispered as he pulled you closer to him

"No need to thank me, Spidey-boy"

[peterrparrkerr]

Gaslighting - read on ao3

Tagging: @snowstark @someonepostedart @thegreenmetblue @sinditia @just-things-things @andacheesyoneliner @lokitonypeter @bluestarker @lilcoffeecup @useless-fanfictions-for-mcu @tnpt

Peter isn't spiderman in this fic, but Tony is Ironman.

*-*

"Tony?" Peter calls, walking down the stairs and into the lab.

"Yes, baby?" Tony answers, lifting his head up from his project to smile at the boy.

"Dinner's ready," he said softly. "I tried to call you earlier but you must've been busy."

Tony steps away from the work bench and pulls Peter towards the stairs again when he saw the curious glint in the boy's eyes.

"I was, I'm sorry, baby. What are we having?"

Peter's Bambi brown eyes flicker up to Tony's, the question momentarily side tracking him from voicing his questions on what Tony was working on.

Peter wouldn't approve, Tony knew. Best to keep him out of it for as long as possible.

"Uh, chicken alfredo, with broccoli and garlic bread," Peter said, leaning into Tony as they both took the stairs up to the main floor.

"Sounds wonderful," Tony smirked, pressing a kiss to Peter's temple before sitting him, then himself at the already set table.

*-*

"What are you working on?" Peter asked, padding over on bare feet. A yawn pulls his mouth open as he rubs at his half lidded eyes.

"Nothing important, baby," Tony hums, closing the lid on the small sample.

"If it wasn't important you'd be in bed with me," Peter pouted. Tony chuckles and steps over to him, making sure -again- that Peter won't get too close.

"You're right," Tony nodded, wrapping his arms around the younger man and kissing his pouty lips. "Lets go to bed, hmm?"

Peter nods sleepily and allows Tony to walk him back up the stairs.

He waits until Peter's fast asleep before returning to the lab. Hes so close to finishing, he can get it done tonight if he focuses.

*-*

"Tony, please, harder," Peter cries, back arching, exposing his neck. Tony snaps his hips in harder, giving the boy just what he's wanted.

Ever since the test, Tony's gotten more energy. He's gotten stronger. Its made their sex all the better.

His next round of shots is in a day. He can feel his whole body changing on a molecular level.

He's more connected with the endo-sym than he ever thought possible.

Peter cums on a wail, and Tony's not far behind, burying himself to the hilt as he fills Peter up.

The two lay beside each other, panting and sweaty.

"What happened to your eyes?" Peter asked softly, turning his head to look at Tony.

"What do you mean, baby?"

"They, flashed," Peter tried, stilted with an effort to find the right word. "I swear for a second they turned blue."

Tony lets out a huff of laughter, turning his head to look back at the boy.

"Must've been a trick of the light," he mused, pulling Peter close, even as the younger scowled in confusion.

"Are you sure?" He asked, lithe form pressed against Tony's more athletic build. If Tony wanted to, he was sure he'd be able to snap the boy in half with his bare hands.

Instead, he nuzzled against Peter's jaw, kissing his skin.

"I've never seen the light do that before."

"Theres nothing wrong with my eyes, baby."

*-*

"What is that?" Peter asked, eyes wide. Tony glances up, inwardly cursing. He didnt realize the boy had made his way down into the lab.

"Its something new," Tony said, deciding it best not to avoid it any longer. The boy was already getting too curious. If Tony didn't give him something, Peter would either leave, or find out for himself.

Tony reaches for Peter and the boy walks into his hold, letting Tony pull him in close and wrap his arms around him.

"Its called endo-sym," Tony hummed. "Its an armor."

"For the ironman?" Peter asked, brown eyes shining with the shifting reflective silver.

Its in a small chamber, vacuum sealed shut so it doesn't get out. Tony's got a problem linking with it still, and doesn't want so many months of hard work going down the drain if the thing decides to leave.

"For something better," Tony said softly. Peter frowned and glanced up at him, pouting slightly.

"What is it?" He asked. "What does it do?"

The endo-sym jumps at the rim of the chamber before falling back down like the waves of a storm. Angry and restless.

"It works like the nanotech from my last suit," Tony lied. "This is just- a smoother version."

"It looks alive," Peter said softly, leaning closer to see through the clear lid. The endo-sym jumped up, sensing a human close by, and Peter jumped back, right into Tony's chest.

"Its not," Tony lied. Peter doesn't look like he believes him, but Tony's not worried about it. He just needs the boy ignorant for a little while longer.

*-*

Tony's expecting the boy to freak out. Expecting it and already ready to explain. The endo-sym is nearly finished. The last injection of Extremis taken the night before, and Tony's eyes are bright blue.

Theres no hiding them from the boy. He wakes up first and makes his way down to the kitchen, making coffee and heating up some leftovers for breakfast.

Peter pads into the room a short time after Tony's second cup of coffee, wearing his tshirt and nothing else, curls a mess on top of his head.

"Good morning," Tony hummed. Peter's too sleepy to pick up on the change as he accepts Tony's coffee.

He barely looks at Tony as he brings the half mug of coffee to his lips and takes a sip.

Tony leans against the counter, waiting for the inevitable. It happens when Peter lowers his mug and finally looks up at him.

He gasped, eyes widening and promptly dropped the mug of coffee.

Neither of them were fast enough to catch it and it shatters on the tile floor, spilling the still hot coffee over his bare feet.

"Tony!" He exclaims. Tony steps towards the boy, glass cracking under his shoes, and he quickly lifts Peter off his feet by his underarms.

"Stay here," Tony orders after setting the boy onto the counter.

"Tony, your eyes are blue!" Peter exclaimed, as Tony crouched down to pick up the glass from the floor.

"They're contacts," Tony hummed, dropping a handful into the trash can before picking up the smaller pieces.

"Those aren't contacts," Peter scoffed. "How did this happen- what caused it-"

"Stay," Tony ordered, glaring up at the boy when Peter moved to jump down again.

The blue eyes really must be shocking, because Peter stills, eyes still wide and breath hitching.

"Tony, please," he says softly, tears beginning to well in those pretty brown eyes. "You have to tell me."

Tony doesn't say anything, just dumps another palmful of glass into the trash before standing and grabbing the paper towel.

"Please," Peter continued, voice wavering. "You've been lying to me for months. You- you're hiding things from me and- and I can't-"

A wet sob cuts Peter off, and Tony looks up from soaking up the coffee spill to see the boy with his hands over his eyes, scrubbing away the flow of tears as he tries to calm himself down.

Tony sighs and stands up, stepping between Peter's knees and grabbing his chin.

He tilts it up, forcing Peter to uncover his face, which is growing splotchy with his tears. His breath hitches on his inhales, and Tony leans in to kiss him softly on pouty lips.

"Do you trust me, baby?" Tony asked, making sure Peter looks him in the eyes.

The boy sniffles and nods, lower lip trembling and body sagging towards the older.

"Then trust that me keeping things from you does not lessen my love for you," Tony said.

"But-"

"No buts," Tony interrupted, wiping the tears from the boy's cheeks. "You don't need to know everything I do, sweetheart. You'll know when I want you to know."

And with that, he crouches down again and continues to soak up the last of the coffee spill.

Above him, Peter continues to cry, face hidden in his arms to muffle the tears and sniffles. He doesn't move though, which is all Tony cares about.

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Out Of The Blue - Part 3

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 1300+

Summary: Reader has some exciting news to share with her longtime boyfriend Chris but what happens when he beats her to it with some news of his own?

A/N: I think i got everyone who asked to be tagged, if i didnt please send me an ask so i dont loose it 🤣

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Hearing Chris's voice i pushed back my chair and made my way to the front door.

"She's not here" i heard Alex say as i got closer.

"Come on man, its important...."

"Alex it's fine, i'll be okay" i spoke up. I saw Chris sigh with what looked like relief?... but it was quickly replaced with a look of regret, maybe a little fear. Good!

"I'll just be in there" he pointed back towards the dining room " if you need me...."

"I'll let you know" i smiled. Alex eyed Chris once more before reluctantly retreating.

"How'd you find me?" I asked crossing my arms, it was kinda like my protective barrier.... he hated when i did this.

"Um, you used your card for gas.... a notification came up on your iPad. I looked up the gas station and drove out there. I asked the cashier if she'd seen you...."

"Great" i rolled my eyes, making a mental not to turn of my notifications!

"She said she remembered you coming in because you looked exhausted and she tried to get you to stay in a motel. But that you told her you only had an hours journey... thats when i kinda figured this was where you were. I didn't think you'd come this far to be honest".

"Was kinda the point"

Chris nodded sadly realising that i came here because i knew he wouldn't think id drive all the way out to Chelsea's.

"I know I'm the last person you wanna see right now, but Y/N we need to talk about some stuff...."

"Not here, i don't want the kids hearing" i said stepping outside and walking across the street to where his car was parked.

Once we were both in the car i turned to face him trying to keep myself from crying, because my god that was all i wanted to do!

"So what do you wanna talk about.... how you cheated on me??"

"I made the biggest mistake of my life. Its over i promise you.... it was never serious, but what i was doing.... it should never had happened!!"

"You slept with someone else of course it shouldn't have happened!!" I shouted.

"I never slept with her!!"

"What??!"

"I never slept with her i promise!"

"But you said you've been seeing someone!"

Chris nodded running his hand over his bearded jaw "it wasn't about sex, we just connected on an emotional level....I didnt even realise it was a problem at first...."

he sighed "but i found myself seeking her out when i was having a bad day. When things got hard with us.... we'd been trying everything to get pregnant and it just wasn't happening"

"You confided in her??! About our relationship?..."

"I was stressed and i blamed myself..... i felt like i was letting you down. I felt us drifting apart...." he told me sadly "i don't even know when it happened. But i started spending a lot of time with her...."

"And less time with me. All while i was sitting waiting for you to come home like an idiot! I know it was hard trying to get pregnant Chris but thats no excuse for you doing this! You should have come to me!" I turned my head away to wipe away some stray tears that managed to escape.

"Please don't cry dahlin'...."

"How can i not??....."

"Tell me how i can make this right? I don't want to loose you...."

"Im not sure you can. Chris do you have any idea how this makes me feel?? I feel like I'm not enough for you..."

"You are! I promise you, you are enough..."

"Clearly im not or we wouldn't be having this conversation!"

"So thats it? You're just gonna give up on us?"

"I wasn't the one who gave up on us. My god Chris, i would've done anything for you..... you were my world!"

"And now?....."

"Right now i can't even stand looking at you" i said sadly "my heart is in pieces..... i still can't wrap my head around the fact you did this. Its so out of the blue..... i thought we were happy" I cried into the sleeve of my jumper "i was so excited to tell you i was finally pregnant...... this baby couldn't have happened at a worser time. This should be one of the happiest days of my life but its been anything but happy".

"Will you just come home, please? We can sort this out...."

"I can't. I think we need some time apart"

"No..." he cried, tears running down his face "baby please don't leave me...."

"Go home Chris" i said quickly as i opened the door and stepped out.... i was in such a rush to get away from him that i didn't see the SUV coming towards me.

"Y/N!!!!" Was the last thing i heard before everything went black.

"Y/N!.... Y/N wake up....." i could hear Chris' voice as i slowly opened my eyes.

"Chris.....?"

"Yeah baby its me, you were dreaming" he said quietly as his hand stroked up and down my back. It was then that i realised i was laying in bed with Chris' arms around me.

It had all been a dream??!

I suddenly burst into tears, sobbing into Chris' bare chest.

"Hey.... hey whats wrong?" He asked tightening his hold on me "is it your dream?"

I nodded as i continued to cry "it was h..horrible! It felt so real...."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"No. Chris let go of me.... i think I'm gonna be sick...." i pulled out of his arms and ran to the en suite. I made it just in time before i spilled my guys into the toilet.

Once the sickness passed i headed downstairs telling Chris i needed a minute to myself. I knew it was a dream... he hadn't actually done anything wrong, but i was pissed at Chris and felt ridiculous! I was sitting on the sofa under a blanket holding a warm mug of Chamomile tea when he came walking in. He hovered in the doorway for a minute before finally coming to sit next to me on the sofa.

"Look i'm not sure what i did to piss you off but will you come back to bed please? You know i hate sleeping without you"

"You haven't done anything wrong" i reached out and took his hand "that dream just really shook me up"

"Talk to me.... you might feel better if you talk about it"

"I... i found out i was pregnant...."

"Dahlin, its gonna happen i promise...." he quickly added thinking that was the reason i was so upset, because that part of my dream was real.... we'd been trying to get pregnant for so long now but it just wouldn't take.

"Thats not what got to me..... i found out i was pregnant but before i got to tell you, you came home from work and told me you had been seeing someone else. It felt so real...."

"Sweetheart....." Chris looked at me sadly tightening his hold on my hand "it was just a dream. I would never do that to you.... you're my world. Id be lost without you"

"It was horrible Chris! It felt so real! I left and went to Chelsea' but you tracked me down..... we were arguing in your car one minute, the next I'm getting out to leave and i got hit by a car! then i woke up...."

"I know it felt real, but its not. Im not going anywhere, you're stuck with me"

He pulled me in and pressed a tender kiss to my lips "i love you".

"I love you too".

"Sweetheart?.... are you crying again?"

"Yes!" I cried loudly, my god i was a mess! Chris chuckled softly.

"You're not still pissed at me because of your dream are you?"

"No! Im just very emotional!"

"Okay don't get mad at me but, are you sure you're not pregnant?".

I sat up straight on the sofa and stopped crying long enough to think about when i had my last period.

"Oh my god.... i'm late" i gasped, I was never late! "Do you think this is really it?"

"I hope so dahlin!" Chris replied with a huge smile.

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[sarcastically-defensive17]

Yo! Wassup? I read far away today and boy is it awesome like you totally slay as sis .. btw when is part 2 coming ? Not tryna rush you or anything.. Take your time

Far too long - P. Parker (Part 2)

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ITS HERE AND I’M SUPER NERVOUS. I FEEL LIKE I RUSHED THE ENDING BUT I ALSO FEEL LIKE IT WOULD BE A FLURRY OF PENT UP WORDS AND EMOTIONS. I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT AND IF ITS BAD THEN LMK AND ILL APOLOGISE SINCERELY BECAUSE I’M SCARED OF THIS HAHAHA

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TW: Mentions of blood, grief, injury, abandonment, fear, angst, childbirth. If any of these themes may trigger you then, please, do not read for your own good. Your wellbeing is far more important.

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Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

It would be a lie to say that Peter hadn’t been in horrible situations before. However, with the development of his powers came the growth of thicker skin and stronger shoulders to bear the weight of his choices and others.

He fought, day after day, to withstand everything life threw at him. Heartache, mistakes, the one time he frosted the tips of his hair when he was 12 - Y/N knew that he would be alright.

He had to be alright. He had to be alive. She needed him. They needed him.

Y/N had watched him grow as a man, and watched him overcome everything. Then he was finally hers. She had everything she had ever wanted in him, and she was going to bring new life into the world with him by her side, until the missions came between them.

Now, she had been away from him for over 2 months and he was missing in action. Every news station was reporting that he was gone, but she refused to accept it. She knew Peter. She knew the strength he had. She knew that no matter what, he wanted to be a part of his baby’s life.

The minute she saw the broadcast her shaking fingers dialed Tony’s number and he was there to take her to the compound as soon as he could be.

Another three months passed.

Three agonizing months.

She gave birth in the medical bay of the compound, May by her side, welcoming her daughter into the world with a broken heart

Rosie May Parker was welcomed into the world, but the one person who was meant to be there wasn’t. She had her fathers eyes, his ferocious brown curls - but she didn’t have her father.

Y/N didnt have much knowledge of science outside of her computer mechanics degree, nor did she have any means to be a powerful superhero like the avengers, but she had fierce determination. Tony had ordered her to stay at the compound until they found peter - he was also determined that his faux-son would be okay.

Y/N harbored no intentions of leaving, more so, now that Rosie had joined her. May was there as well, watching Y/N fall in love with the small child over and over again, every day, helping where she could.

It was when they neared the day that her daughter would turn two months old, that it all happened.

Y/N had taken up residency in the lab. She was a computer science major at university, and she was able to pick up the workings of the technology Tony and Bruce utilized to keep track of mission data and surveillance measures for MIA operatives. She had spent nearly every day that she had been there inspecting every program, every website, keeping track on news outlets.

The world said that Peter was dead, but she refused to give up. He wouldn’t go down without a fight. Spider-Man wouldn’t submit.

If her eyes weren’t glued to a screen, they were on her daughter, both keeping her connection to peter alive. She monitored his Karen program for any inconsistencies, any sign that the program was online.

Karen had been offline for so long. The minute the building went down on Peter, the only thing letting Y/N and Tony know that he was alive was gone with it.

Rosie would sleep soundly in a bassinet set up next to her chair. There was a strain in Y/N’s head that hadn’t waned for weeks. Each day her head felt heavier, the harsh blue lights from the computers creating a constant reminder of her naive determination.

She was beginning to consider the possibility that he was gone, but something always made her thoughts shift in the other direction whenever the idea graced her cortex.

Her days had been filled with bouts of despondency, but the small babe that she cradled against her chest throughout the day brought light back into her life.

But still, nothing

Not until that day.

Rosie was sleeping in her crib I’m their room, recently fed, changed and cuddled - Friday monitoring the baby in all of the ways that the baby monitor she had with her couldn’t. The clock had just hit 2:38am and her eyes were heavy. She considered submitting to the crushing weight of her exhaustion, until Tony burst into the laboratory with Bruce and Natasha in tow, the woman suited up and heading towards the hallway leading to the quinjet hangar.

“Tony?” Y/N blinked, eyes darting to the baby monitor to determine if the commotion was linked to her daughter. Rosie hadn’t moved, her small chest rising and falling with each breath. “What’s wrong?”

Bruce had rushed over to the computer she was sat at, rebooting various programs that Y/N could barely recognize in her bleary state.

A vein in Tony’s forehead protruded - a clear sign that his stress levels were at a high. Bruce had been attempting to monitor his blood pressure as of late, knowing that his anxiety had been peaking with the disappearance of two of his team members.

Y/N had felt a overwhelming sense of duty to the man who had taken her in. She wanted to calm him, help ease his worries as he had done for her. He was as much family to her as he was to Peter.

His brown eyes were frantic, but there was something else hidden in the warm irises that seemed constantly framed by bloodshot sclera. Hope.

“Take off in 30, Nat.” Bruce spoke through an earpiece, connecting directly to the quinjet she assumed the Russian was boarding.

Y/N focused her gaze entirely on Tony, rising to her feet carefully and stepping towards him slowly, as one would a spooked animal.

The minute she was within arms reach, his hands were grasping her shoulders. There was no pressure under his hands, but there was comfort. “A few minutes ago, a transmission came through.” Y/N felt her eyes widen, mind racing with possibilities. The smile she received from the older man told her everything she needed to know before the words left his lips. “Pete came though. He’s with Barton, they’re safe. Romanoff’s on her way to pick them up.”

Y/N was in disbelief, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, “The building,” she breathed. “It came down on them-“

“The kid will explain when he gets here.” His hands moved to her cheeks. “He’s coming home, Y/N. For the most part, he’s alright. I got his vitals from the Karen program and he is stable, may need some work when he gets home, but he is okay, physically.”

Tears slipped from her eyes, running down Tony’s fingers but he paid it no mind. The smile that split his face was enough of a pardon.

It was another two hours until the familiar sound of the quinjet hangar opening graced her ears.

Bruce had ordered her to get some rest while they waited, but she opted to spend the time watching her daughter. Rosie had woken for a feed, but her big brown eyes stared up at her mother with a knowing look. Y/N could do little to push down the excitement of Peter’s return, but the overwhelming fear quickly resurfaced.

They left on horrible terms. They were no longer a couple, nor did she have the chance to take back the horrible things she said about his faithfulness to their family dynamic. But there was a lingering part of her mind that pushed her to think he would want nothing to do with them.

She left her room, placing a kiss to Rosie’s forehead and asking Friday to keep a watch of the baby, clipping the monitor to her waistband and rushing for the laboratory.

She arrived in time to see the compound medical staff trailing alongside a stretcher, Barton sprawled on it with a smirk on his face and an IV cannula in his arm.

Moments later she saw him.

He looked as much a mess as he felt, he knew so. Soot and dirt coating his skin and his suit, his leg aggravated and aching from an incorrectly set break. He hadn’t expected to see her face, but when he did, it felt as if a building was falling down on him once again.

She caught his eyes darting down to her stomach then back to her face. She smiled at him softly with a nod, hoping he could grasp her meaning across the meters between them.

She hadn’t the chance to say a word to him, nor he to her. Bruce led him to the medbay, offering support where he could for the pain in Peter’s leg, and Tony went to Y/N, cradling her as the pent up grief escaped through her eyes. She wanted to follow after him, so badly.

Tony held her against his chest, sharing the grief that had been building over the months. They were beginning to think they had lost Peter, but to see him alive and standing in front of them - it was overwhelming for both.

“I, uhm,” Tony cleared his throat, his voice wet from tears. “I’m gonna go help Bruce out. I’ll send for you when he’s all fixed up. I promise.”

With a nod of her head, Y/N let him go.

Minutes after, Friday alerted her that Rosie was awake and she took her leave to sit with her baby.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she cradled the babe to herself. She had decided that even if Peter didn’t want to see her, she would at least hand Rosie over to Tony to introduce father and daughter. Despite her previous words, she just knew that Peter would be entirely smitten with the small human, just as much as she was.

As such, it came as a surprise when Friday chimed through her P.A. System requesting her presence at the medbay.

Her feet shuffled to stop at the door for the room they were in before she knew it, and Tony had opened the door to allow her entrance. He and Bruce took their leave, allowing the former lovers to have the space to themselves.

Peter felt the air drain from his lungs and he looked at her. He had sat up on the bed, leg bandaged and healing at an accelerated rate now that it had been set correctly. He was bruised and battered but he still smiled wider than he had in so long when he saw her and the small bundle she cradled.

She was the first to speak, “You’re alive.” Her voice was choked. The past months had been hard on him, but he couldn’t imagine the pain she felt thinking he was dead. Especially when they left things so horribly.

“The building... it wasn’t meant to go down like that,” he sighed, his smile shrinking. “I took most of the brunt because I can handle more than Clint. But we managed to get out and get our target... eventually.”

His eyes were darting to the bundle in her arms, but he didn’t dare to say anything about he baby. At this point, he didn’t even know his baby’s name.

Y/N noticed his gaze, and the unspoken question that his eyes held. Without warning, she took a seat next to him on the bed, unwrapping Rosie and placing her in Peter’s arms. She silently adjusted his hands to ease his fear and discomfort in holding an infant, and she could see the emotion forming in his chocolate orbs.

“Her name is Rosie.” Y/N whispered, eyes stuck on her daughter. “Rosie May Parker.”

“You named her after ‘Love, Rosie’,” he smiled, feeling a tear slip down his cheek. He had a daughter, and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“It’s my favourite book. Two best friends who fell apart, only to come together and repeat it until they could finally be together.” Her fingers fiddled in her lap, picking at her cuticles. Her body was alight with nerves, her toes electric within her boots. “And I had to name her after May. She’s the only mother I have.”

“Rosie,” he tried the name on his tongue, noticing the way the baby scrunched her nose in her sleep. Her mother did the same thing.

Y/N sighed deeply, breathing out through her nose as she held back tears. “Peter, I’m so -“

“You have nothing to apologise for, Y/N.” He ran his finger over Rosie’s cheek. So soft, scared to stir her from her sleep. “Everything that happened, happened because of me.”

“Peter-“

“My list of discretions are unending. What kind of fiancé was I?” He let a soft chuckle fall from his lips, a humorless one, soaked from the sob he refused to let rip from his chest. “What kind of father was I? Who did I think I was, to keep you waiting on me, day after day. Every important event, I missed.”

“I never meant to say those things to you, Pete. To accuse you of not loving me, not wanting to be a father... it was uncalled for. But,” she sniffed, turning her head upwards to gaze at the ceiling. “I felt so alone. And then, you left, and I was alone.”

After what felt like eternity, his eyes met her face. Her skin was blotchy from tears, eyes bloodshot and red-rimmed. She was the most beautiful thing he had seen, apart from the angel in his arms. He felt almost complete, with the two girls by his side. His heart hurt a little less.

“I know. I’m probably the biggest jackass on the face of the planet, and I know that I can most likely do nothing to change that. It’s far too late for me to even begin to say the things I have wanted to say, but I can’t stand the thought of another day without telling you what’s been on my mind since the minute I left.” His body shuddered with a heavy breath, his lips kissing the small fist that rose towards his mouth as Rosie stretched in her sleep. “I have loved you for as long as I can remember. Every second I was away, I wanted nothing more than to run home and apologize for every disgusting thing I had said to you, to put my hands on your belly and promise our baby that I would never leave either of you.

“Then the building went down. I helped Clint get out, but I was stuck there for a few days. Some of our operatives were working as hard as they could to find a way to clear the debris so I could go, but it took a while. The entire time, I had convinced myself that I would never be able to see you again. It was like, like, I knew, that I couldn’t breathe until I saw you again.”

Her hand moved slowly, resting against his cheek to thumb away a tear that trailed his smooth skin.

“I didn’t know how many months had passed while I was gone, but when I got out from under the building, I realized that you were all alone to have our baby.” The sob finally broke through his chest. “I left you all alone. The small little baby that would see the world for the first time without their father.” He rubbed the side of his face onto his shoulder to not drop tears onto Rosie. “I’m a horrible father. I was so horrible to you.”

His breaths were staggered, and Y/N took the baby from his arms holding her against her own chest as she pressed her body to his side. Her free hand turned his face toward her own, but he kept his eyes squeezed shut, tears flowing rhythmically.

“I love you so much, Y/N, and I’m not going anywhere. I promise you,” he caught the way her hand tightened on his arm as he spoke. She was terrified of losing him again. “I would do anything, anything at all, to have you forgive me, but if you can’t then I understand. Just don’t make me leave your life, please.”

She felt her breath hitch, “I said horrible things to you. I told you to never come back, but I can’t stand another day without you. I need you here, with us. We need you Peter, like I told you all those months ago.” She felt his lips kiss the palm of her hand, the same one she used to brush away his tears. “I love you so much, and I don’t want you to leave. Ever.”

He pressed his forehead against hers, his lips pouting from the strength it took to resist pressing his mouth on hers. He didn’t know if she would welcome the contact. He had done her wrong.

“I’m not leaving you anymore, baby. I’m not leaving either of you, ever again.”

Y/N knew that Peter would be alright. His resilience was unmatched, his love ferocious. Y/N had began to think she would never see him again, but the image of him perched in front of her, eyes locked on the child that looked so much like him was one that she would never forget.

The tears falling were no longer out of fear, or sadness, or anger. Her tears fell out of love and happiness. She had the final piece of her family back, and she would do everything she could to see the two people in front of her smile.

“I’ve been far away, for far too long, baby. I’m never leaving you again. I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you and Rosie. I’ll make you Mrs. Parker and buy a house in the suburbs and do everything boring house husbands do,” Y/N snickered, forehead still against his. Peter was rambling, but she knew she would never force him to give up what he loves, so long as he came home to his two girls at the end of the day. “I will love you, both, until the day I die and beyond that.”

She leaned her head forward slowly, allowing him to reject her intentions, but when he didn’t, she poured her emotions from the last half year into the kiss. The love, the fear, the anger, the uncertainty.

When they broke apart, one thing was on her lips, “I love you, Peter Parker.”

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Chapter 5

Characters: Clint, you, Loki

Warnings: this is a SLOW burn, slight angst, fluff at the end, Loki starting shit.

Summary: life has never really bwen this complicated. Or well the life that you think you know has never really been this complicated. Living with the avengers, learning new things, yeah its gonna be a long road but what else do you have to look forward to other than the random runins with the god of mischief.

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It had been about a week since you had arrived at the tower and just as long as your incounter with Loki, you hadnt had much time to think about it though since you were normally nose deep in class work or training with Nat and Clint since Tony had sent you the message "If your gonna be an avenger you have to train like one, training starts at 6." You had left him on read after that, you had never been a morning person and you sure as hell wasnt about to start now.

"Alright y/n, lets try you on the bow today." Clint smiled walking into the arena where most of your training took place.

"After I finish this." You said pointing to your coffee. "I swear, you would think that after saving lives you would want to sleep in." You grumbled.

"Bad guys dont sleep, we dont get to sleep." Clint said wiping down a few of his practice arrows.

"You didnt get back till like 3 this morning. Im really starting to wonder if you sleep at all." You tossed your cup away and got up starting to do your stretches.

"Get over here so I can show you how to hold this thing." He saod holding out the bow.

"I know how to use a bow, I was in archery in high school. Top of my team." You grabbed the bow feeling the cool metal in your hand. His bow was diffrent than what you was use to, as light as air almost were yours had been heavy.

"This bow is probably a little different than what your use to. The metal is vibranium, the strings are made of some type of industrial woven string that Tony invinted in his lab. Might be a littlw hard for you to pull back." He smiled looking at the bow like a child.

"It is very beautiful." You examined it looking down the sights has you pulled the string back easily. "Absolutly magnificent peice of weaponry." You looked over at him and seen that he was staring at you wide eyed. "What?"

"No one else has ever been able to draw the string back like that." You let the string gently go back into place amd handed it back to him.

"I told you, I was in archery while I was in high school."

"Theres no way that someone no matter how skilled they are can pull that back."

"Well if your forgetting, apperantly Im not from here either."

"Yup almost forgot, Asguardian. Anyways. You know how to use one of these so lets set up a few targets and get to work. Tony wants to try you out on a few different things, eval you, and see what suits you best. Im already leaning toward you being good at the bow."

After he talked you through some of the basics that you had informed him you knew and he insisted on stating that it was 'mandatory' you were finally able to pick up one of the training bows.

"These bows suck. Stark has all the money in the world and he buys walmart brand bows? If you pull this one back to many times the string will break. Why cant I just use yours?" You roll your eyes looking back at Clint.

"My bow, my baby. If you want ine bad enough you can start off at the bottom and work your way up. You have a card why dont you buy one?" He countered, just then the foor opened drawing your attention.

"Sorry, didnt realize that the area was occupied today, I just wanted to get a few throws in woth the new daggers Stark and Banner decided to enhance for me. Wanted to make sure that they wouldnt bloe up in my face." Loki said walking over to the bay next to you and Clint. You hadnt had a moment alone with the trickster since in the hall weeks ago and now he was here acting as of nothingbhad happened. You looked down at the daggers that he had laid out.

"Wow, those are beautiful." You noticed that not only had he laid down two simple green handeled knives but he had also laid down a set of electric blue ones and a set of gold handle ones engraved with ancient symbols and roses with the stems winding down the hilt. "May I?" You asked leaning down to get a closer look.

"Of course y/n, you are the one that gave me those." He answered casually. Your breathing hitched and you turned to look at him.

"Thats not funny Loki."

"I dont know what your talking about. I was simpl-" he started before you cut him off.

"You know damn good and well what I am talking about. What did you expect? Me to pick it up and everything come barreling back to me? Here I'll do you one even better." You stormed up to the daggers and grabbed one of the gold ones up throwing it at the target on the far side of the room. You had expected it to fall short and clink to the floor but you never hears it fall. When you looked at the target you noticed you had hit the middle.

Clints jaw had dropped as he was looking around the wall to see what you had been yelling about. Loki looked at you with a smug expression. "I assume they must have had knife throwing classes at the school you attended as well."

"Shut up. Clint are we done, I have some studying for class that I really need to do." You looked at clint as he knodded still awestruck. "Thanks, I'll talk with Tony about getting a better bow for me to practice with." You took off toward your room.

Later after you had taken a hot shower and changed into some leggings and a baggy shirt you decided to go to the one place in the tower that you had decided to claim as your own little study corner. It was located on of of the high up floors that happened to be more of an observation deck, you could watch the team leave on missions, see the ocean, and watch some of the most beautiful sun sets that you had seen. You had notice while checking the place out that there was a fairly large window seat that you could spead your work out on as you looked out over the city, this small part of the tower was your little hid away, you hadnt seen any other member of the team up here so you figured when you needed the alone time you could come here. It had seemed to work for the most part until today.

You notice the shadow of the figure standing over you before looking up into the eyes of Lokis confused ones, you had noticed his lips moving before rolling your eyes and taking out your noise canceling ear pods.

"What do you want Loki?" You sighed placing them back into the chsrging dock.

"Well if you hadnt had those things in you would have heard me tell you that I was sorry for earlier." He sassed crossing his arms.

"How did you find me? No one really bothers coming up here." You pulled your legs under your chin and covering you feet with the throw that you had brought up with you this time.

"The AI system has no bounderies when it comes to privacy, it can tell you were anyone is in this god forsaken place." He responded. "May I sit?"

"And if I say no?"

"I'll sit anyways." He shrugged.

"Then what is the point in asking?" You leaned forward moving your papers and books out of the way. He reached down and grabbed a few of the papers to help you.

"Your doing a paper on Shakespeare?" He asked as he sat down reading over the page.

"Umm, yeah. Part of my agreement to come here is so that I can finish up my collage classes. Drama and Art Major." He hamded the paper back to you so that you could stick it in your binder. He gave you a look that you were use to getting from him. "Don't say it Loki." You out your hand up to stop him before he could even open his mouth.

"I wasn't going to say anything." He held his hands up.

"Hum, interesting. The god of lies actually sucks at lying. I should remember that." You smiled. This was the first time you had actually felt half way confortable around him.

"I could never lie to you." He smiled back. "You have always had a knack for seeing right through me."

"I wish you wouldnt do that." You sighed leaning your heas agints the window behind you.

"Do what exactly?" He askes mirroring your position.

"Where you mention something about my past. Its annoying and it breaks my heart."

"Well Dove, how do you think I feel? The worst part about it for me is that while you remember nothing I am stuck remembering everything. Your past, my past, our past together. It truly is the worst pain that I have ever felt. To have something that you have wanted for so long in front of you and they dont even want you back." He sighed looking out the window.

"Loki," you crossed your legs and placed your elbows on your knees. "I have never said that I didnt want you. I just dont know what is what."

"So you do want me?" He laughted.

"That is not what I meant and you know it." You leanded back again. "Tell me about us. About how you and Thor know me." He eyes lite up.

Chapter 6

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someone you’d always known

Summary:  Bucky and y/n relationship didnt end well, after five months for not seeing each other  the walls break at Tony and Pepper anniversary party. Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word count: 2.2k Warnings: angst,  fluff, swearing, mention of pregnancy, messy break up and longing A/N: I have no self control with angst fics. Edited but might of missed some mistakes. Inspired by Epic III from Hadestown

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Even after years of being an avengers, the morning meetings didn't get any easier.

This one was not going to be a fun one, just you and Steve were alone in the room.  You ran through everything you had done recently that could of gotten his attention, the only thing you could think of was how your relationship with Bucky was going or really the lack of relationship.  

Five months ago you had called it quits. Five months of missing him but not saying anything about it. You had only told the details to Wanda, you guessed Bucky had told Steve and maybe Sam.

"Steve, you're making me nervous. Can you just tell me why you wanted to see me?" you called out after a few minutes had passed in silence. Steve straightened his back and put on his 'cap face '. "that face doesn’t help", you wished you could joke but your nervous wouldn’t do it.

"I don’t mean to pry but I can see how hard both you and Buck are dealing with things". So you were right then.

"I don't know what he's told you-" you tried to defend yourself but Steve held his hand up. He was really in Cap mode now.

"That's the thing he hasn’t told me anything since the break up. But I've seen how you two are never in the same room and how you both try to be on missions as much as possible but never ones together".  

You couldn't meet his eyes too worried that if you did you'd break down and release everything you'd been holding in for months. "I still don't get why we needed a meeting to discuss my failed love life".    

"I want you to go on a mission" you looked up in shock, this wasn't what you expected. "It will last a year or move but it will give you both a chance to" he stopped trying to find the right words.

"get over it?" you raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't want to use those words but yes. It's not the only reason, you're the best suited for the job and we need the best" Steve had circled the table so he could stand next to you.  

"a year is a long time" you muttered chewing your lip. The thought of being gone that long was scary, alone too.  

"Think about it. I think it would do you both some good" he patted your back before leaving you alone to think.

5 months ago

You sat anxiously on your bed with Bucky pasting behind you. Your legs were bouncing while for the rest of your life to be decided. You always hated test back in school, the never ending stress and the sleepless nights that would follow. One hand held the test, the other held flat against your stomach.

God you were ready for this, you hadn't even spoke to Bucky about the future and what his plans were. He hadn't spoken yet, whatever was going on in his mind was a mystery.  You wanted to scream at your past selves for being so stupid and saying "just risk it! It'll be fine". Taking a deep breath you looked down to see what your future would be.

Negative.  

You dropped the test to the floor in shock, in relief. Bucky stopped and looked towards you waiting for the news.

"doll?"

"we're okay. I'm not pregnant". You stood up walked towards him smiling. You stopped close by him when you saw he wasn't as happy. "Buck?".

He scoffed stepping back away from you. " you don’t have to sound so happy about it". Not knowing what to say you just watched as he walked by you picking up the test you had left lying on the floor.  "did having my kid sound that bad?".

You scoffed this time, "Really?".

It looked like he was walking twice as fast than normal when he walked up to you, maybe he did.  Your eyes went down to the test in his hand. "can you even imagine it? Growing old? Having a family with me? Because I do".

You shook your head wishing he would understand. "baby please. Having kids isn't something I want right now. Not with what we do".  The risk was to much to think about, the thought of leaving behind your children without the people who love them the most. Growing up parentless yourself taught you how hard it was.

"Tony and Pepper do just fine" Bucky fought back.

Rolling your eyes you hold a hand up. "It's not the same and you know it". Fighting back tears you look away. "Why are we even talking about this now. We have years".

"maybe I don't want to wait years!" you were shocked when he yelled. Again you didn't know what to say, what could you say to make thing better now everything was out in the open.

You couldn’t look at him then, you didn’t want to see the rage in his eyes. "well then."

You knew there was no escaping Tony and Pepper's anniversary party, just the thought of seeing him was worrying. But when you did looked at him all you could feel was a deep distance longing. His long hair you would run your hands through was now cut short but your fingers still tingled with the memory.  Your whole body ached from the memory for him, all your cells cried out for him. Yet you stubborn heart wouldn't soothe the permeant aching. Closing your eyes you willed the old memories to go away.

Five months of not seeing him felt like years now. Sometimes when you were walking around the tower you would catch his presence. His coffee cup still warm on the kitchen side. Sometimes his sweatshirts were left laying on the sofa, one time you lifted it up to your nose missing his smell but when you heard someone coming you dropped it and ran.  

He was only a few steps away but you didn't move. He didn't move or even look your way.  You missed his eyes, they were so blue. The sky seemed dimer now because it couldn't compare with them.

"you can go over to him" Wanda said from behind you. You took your eyes from Bucky to face her.

"He can't even look at me Wan" you voice wobbled. "I miss him so much but we just want different things". She pulled you in to a hug, hugging her back you let yourself go. "Maybe I should take Steve up on that mission", you muttered wiping away some tears.  

Tony tapping on his glass brought your attention to him, Pepper was by his side with Morgan in her arms. "thank you everyone for coming, even if some of you didn’t want too". Tony looked briefly over at you with a smirk.    He looked at Pepper and Morgan and his smirk changed in to a look for pure love. "Pep when I met you, I was a mess" everyone laughed along. " I don't know why but when I saw you, I felt like you were someone I had always known".

Unable to help yourself you looked over to help to Bucky who was looking at Tony too but his mind was somewhere else. You turned back to Tony.

"and when I hold you it feels like I'm holding the world.  When I hold our little girl the world seems bigger and smaller at the same time" he smiled and touched Morgan's cheek. "there are no words for what I feel when I'm with our family".

You could remember what that feeling was, to be so happy you couldn't find the words. Closing your eyes again against the tears you could still feel Bucky's arms wrapped around you, the cold metal and the warm skin making you feel at home. You opened them and let the tears fall down your face. You felt all your cells stop when you saw the blue eyes you had missed.

You didn’t know when he had started looking at you or why he had chosen to keep looking. Your heart wobbled when you thought maybe he was thinking the same thing, that he was missing you just as much.  You looked away first unable to feel his eyes on you anymore.

Muttering an excuse to Wanda you left the party, the closer the door got the harder it was to hold in the tears. You could still hear Tony speech in the background but the hard beating of your heart was louder.

When you were far enough away from the party and the people a sob left your lips. You covered your mouth with one hand and  pressed a hand on the corridor wall and stood there. More muffled cries left your lips.

You jumped when an arm turned you around, you jumped again when you looked down and saw the arm was metal. Still crying you tail your graze up his arm and to his face. You couldn't talk just let out unsteady breaths.

"Doll, what's wrong?" those blue eyes were covered in worry.

You tried to pull away shaking your head. "Please don't call me that", you throat hurt from crying. His worry changed to confusion and hurt. "i can't do this". You tried again to get away from him but you couldn't put any fight in to it.

"talk to me" he plead, he rubbed his hand up and down your arm. You looked away from him, hoping you would stay strong if you didn't look in his eyes. "Y/N".

"There's nothing to talk about anymore" you said quietly finally looking at him. "I can't be near you Bucky and i can't be away from you either! I can't do anything" you cried. After another sob you laid your head in the crook of his neck, more sobs left then they wouldn't be held anymore, gripping on to his shirt.

You felt his shaking arms wrap around you waist, lifting you face from his neck to read his face. You saw he was doing his best to hold in his own tears. He kissed your cheek and pulled away, "i love you", next he kissed your forehead "I love you" and finally he kissed your lips. But you didn't let him pull away, still gripping on to his shirt you pulled him closer. Marvelling in him, in his touch, in his smell, in everything he was and what he did to your heart.

"I love you" you muttered against his lips. Before he could speak again you pulled him back to your lips. Soft touches turned hungry, both of you were pulling and gripping on to each other. While your heart soared  it also hurt with the separation that would follow.

He stopped this time, you could see traces of your lipstick on his lips. He brushed an fallen strand of hair from your face, your skin ran warm when his hand stayed by your face. "I get what Stark was saying 'bout holding the whole world in his arms".

"Bucky" you sighed softly. He had been thinking what you had, felt the same aching from not having you close by. But things hadn't changed, you wanted different things. Shaking still you pushed yourself away from him. "I have a mission i need to get ready for". You spoke numbly, so numb Bucky was too shocked to follow you.

You didn't feel yourself, could only hear the noises coming from the party. Not even wanting to know what sate you were in, the only thing you could think about was finding Steve.

He was station at the bar with Sam, "Steve?" you called out. He was smiling before he faced you. You held your hand up so he wouldn't speak. "I'm okay, don't worry. I wanted to tell you that I'll do the mission. I can be ready first thing".

He scanned your face, it took everything to hold yourself together while he thought of something to say. "if you're sure".

"You were right. I need time away" you voice came out unsteady.

"Okay, I'll see you in the morning"

Bucky couldn't process what had happened.

One minute he was in the heart of the party with Nat at his side, letting the words of Tony's speech wash over him. Then he spotted you across the room. E/C eyes closed with fresh tears falling down you cheeks. The words from Tony's speech were echoing in his mind.

All he could think about was how you used to feel in his arms. You always felt a small bird nesting in his arms. He was one of the rare people who saw you when everything was to much, he couldn't help but wonder who filled that part now.

Then you opened your eyes and more tears fell, when you saw he was looking right at you, it didn't take long for you to run from the room.  He found you pressed against a wall crying harder.  And you were once again that small bird in his arms, letting your walls down. For a moment he let himself think everything would be okay, he let himself imagine that when the morning came you would be in his arms still.

But you pulled away and left him with the hash truth. The truth hurt but it had to be said.  A day hadn't passed where he didn't regret what happened. If only he had been more understanding, five months for running over everything you said had finally become clear. But it had become clear to late, the damage had been done.

After clearing the flog in his mind he followed where you went, hoping he'd find you again pressed against a wall again holding in more tears. He found Steve instead walking towards him. "Buck we need to talk".

"I need to find y/n first" Bucky tried to walk past him but Steve stopped him.

"i don't think it's a good idea bud, for either of you" Steve patted his friends back and lead them back to the party.

After a night mostly filled with more tears and sleepless hours, you stood in front of a jet watching kits and weapons be packed up. The single bag you could bring was also piled with everything. You had said a quick goodbye to Wanda the night before, letting everything out.

"got everything?" Steve asked from beside you watching everything be loaded.

"can't take much can I?" you laughed. You reached in your pocket and brought out an letter. "could you give this to Bucky? I don't have the guts to face him after last night".

It wasn't hard to imagine that Bucky would of told Steve about what happened. He'd seen two people he cared about hurt and couldn't do anything to help. "sure" he smiled folding the letter and slipping it in his own pocket.

You jumped up and hug in quickly, "see you in a year" .

Steve hugged you back and watched the jet set off. He hoped this idea was a good one, he just wanted them to be happy. When the jet was out of view he left to find Bucky to hand over your letter.  Choosing to let him read the letter alone, Steve pushes the letter under the door.

Bucky's tired eyes squinted his eyes at the piece of paper that had been pushed under his door, his heart froze when he saw you familiar writing.  His tired legs wobbled over to where it was carefully picking it up and opening it.

Bucky, I can't face you again. I think if i did I wouldn't leave and i need too. We both need time to heal, time to learn what we need. I wish we didn't end the way we did, i wish i had the courage to talk about it.

I can't say how much I've missed you. I knew last night would be hard, actually seeing you after months of catching nothing but hints of you. Small things no one else would. And when i was near you, taking you in with no limits was everything i wanted. I just can't look past what happened and how we don't want the same things.

Who knows maybe in a year or more we'll be good. Maybe I'll come back and be able to imagine a future of hope and not one of my fears.

Don't worry about waiting for me, if you find someone who makes you happy then be happy, i just want you to be happy.

I love you y/n  

No one heard much from you over the next 16 months, only updates on the mission. Bucky told no one but every night he would read and reread your letter, tracing the letters with his finger. He imagined you reading those words. He clung on to the last words, i love you. The last thing he said to you.

He worried about you even though he knew you would be okay. He had seen you fight before, seen the power you had. During nights he hardly slept and the times he did sleep he dreamt you were in his arms whispering sweet nothings while pressed against his chest. The times he didn't sleep he would walk around the tower trying to exhaust himself like now but this time was different.

As he walked down the halls he heard the hum of the lift, confused he waited to see who would be using it this late at night. Probably Bruce working on something in his lab. He started to turn away not feeling like talking but stopped in his tracks when someone spoke.

"Still got that shitty sleep schedule?" you chuckled. You voice was more happy than the last time he saw you. When he turned around his heart jumped. You were thinner that before but looked more alive.

"Doll" he thought you would turn away from the nickname like you did last time but your smile grew.

"You gonna just stand there or greet me? Been fighting my arse off for 16 months" you dropped your bag to the floor waiting for him. He didn't need to be asked twice before colliding in to you. You stumbled back with the weight of the super solider but held him closer to you. His head was tucked in to crook for your neck, you sighed and played with his hair. "I never told you I liked you new hair. I loved it long but this suits you better".

"Can't sleep without you" he muttered into your neck. You hummed still messing  with his hair. Lifting his face level with yours you traced his jawline. Hesitantly you pressed your lips on his cheek. When you pulled away he turned his head so he could get to your lips. A muffled breath sounded in the back of your throat in surprise . He worried you'd pull away but you kissed back, smiling against his lips.

You pulled back smiling, "take it you missed me".

"you have no idea how much" he smiled for the first time in what felt like years and held you closer not intending on letting you go again.  

[miiilowo]

Hellooo, very random and out of the blue, but could I ask about your OC, the enderboi with the gold in pink hair?

He seems vv sweet and I would very much like to learn a bit more about him

(If it's okay of course!! It's up to you!)

-Blep

>:)

ALright!!! I made this dude because of an smp i was on cause we were gonna get into some lore stuff, but it never happened and the smp is now entirely dead, so he’s free game and i can do whatever i want with him

We did have some lore set up, but we never got around to any actual plot development unfortunately :[ Ill tell you what we had, though:

- He’s a prince! The gold in his hair is like, threads of gold i suppose? An alternative to a traditional crown. I did this mainly because i didnt want to be too similar to ranboo, but i also just think it looks neat

He’s the prince of the end realm. How this came to be is that one of the server members, who ill just refer to as L, made an enderman grinder in the end. She saw my ender boy and for whatever reason (we never figured out why) she thought he was special and basically adopted him. One of her character flaws is that she has trouble viewing sentient mobs as sentient, and thought she had control over the end. She does not, but he is the prince of the end in everyones hearts i suppose

He’s got a castle, too. Its in the overworld though because he doesnt like being in the end very much.

ta da

I accidentally made him intensely neurodivergent coded as well!! is this a reflection of myself? Very possibly but i guess thats up to the therapists to figure out 

He got tired of the bland gray castle walls and, you cant see it, but the entire interior is decked with bushes and flowers and vines growing on the walls. Lots of bright carpets, too. He needs bright colorful stuff to function and is a big fan of flowers, hence why he is eating them in my header and icon. and im. i do that. i am these things. i eat flowers sometimes

He avoids eye contact because, well, he’s an enderman. He cant go in water unless hes got a full suit of armor on, and cant be in rain unless hes got a helmet or hat on. He cant drink water, but wants to be more like normal people, and he just drinks honey instead.

I also decided that his pink hair is actually just a wig he made with the surplus of pink sheep he has!!! because why not!!!!!!!!!!! its actually based off of me because i currently have pink hair >:]

He does have an accomplice, this kinda not-all-here clown lady who belongs to my buddy @loserchips. i helped make her backstory, but she can explain it if she would like to <3 Basically all u need to know from me is that Shes There, And Oh Boy, Shes Not Very Good For The Boys Mental Health. he’s still gonna stick with her though because he has abandonment issues

He also has a big library!!!!!!!!! Hes loves reading and collecting (stealing) books and learning about the overworld cause he wants to fit in better. I was planning on putting my poetry into the books but i never got around to it. we can say hes a poet though. for funsies

Hes a little shorter than the average enderman and has a piglin husband named william who i love so very much. william has become one of my go-to things to draw. i love him so much. heres william in game and in my Heart

 WILLIAM..........love him so very much..................... huggable...big guy...

enderboy is currently obsessed with expanding the wheat field to Absurd extents and william is willing to help ten thousand percent. Hes got his funky little sunhat and a lot of determination baby

They also garden together because of the flower thing and it is Cute And Good. these are my comfort characters and i think about them often

i also have a son? but its in an alternate world, so what im gonna say here is that they travel together and different minecraft worlds are just different vacations. So, kevin isnt on the smp with the castle, but he does exist:

he is wearing williams shirt and he has his comfort block of netherrack. love this guy

Also, the enderboy prefers mobs over humans as company! Hes got three enderfriends in his castle and doesnt like killing mobs much at all :[ theres also a grave in the yard filled with ender pearls that people on the server have given me as a joke. oh man. was not good for him

He has more formal and decked out clothes, but prefers to just chill in his comfey cloak around the castle <3 He probably gets dressed up when people come around, but he doesnt really consider himself much of a prince since he never visits the end

Oh!!!!!!!!!!! yes! i forgot! the man fucking loves gems and gold and stuff like that! the throne room is full of ore blocks, mostly emeralds, but theres a lot of gold and diamond in there too. Gold is his favorite and he has a lot of gold jewelry <3

also his ears move in accordance to his mood and his eyes work like cat eyes because it makes me happy and i love him

I will probably use him as a general persona eventually, but thats his minecraft lore!!!!! I did leave out some big chunks, but thats the main deal hes got going on. I adore him so much

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Its All Good Business

Summery- 2.4k Mob!Steve x You x Mob!Bucky. You are there girl and they will use you as they want to. Warnings- Drug Use and Sex. This is an 18+ Only Blog. Lyrics in italiacs are from Lana Del Rey Off To The Races. 

Owned Sinfully Sweet Masterlist

My old man is a bad man But I can’t deny the way he holds my hand And he grabs me, he has me by my heart He doesn’t mind I have a Las Vegas past He doesn’t mind I have a L.A crass way about me He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart

Swimming pool Glimmering darling White bikini off with my red nail polish Watch me in the swimming pool Bright blue ripples, you Sitting sipping on your Black Crystal, oh yeah

Light of my life, fire in my loins Be a good baby, do what I want Light of my life, fire in my loins Gimme them gold coins Gimme them coins

Sun sparks off the pools chlorine blue ripples when you step out from glass doors, dropping your sunglasses to cover your eyes, toned body slick already with a touch of baby oil, They liked you tanned, all long legged golden thighs to spread when desired. They took care of you, met your needs with flourish. All you had to do, was be theres completely. It was an arrangement that worked out well for you in all aspects. 

Your fingers slipped along the ties of your white bikini just as Bucky stepped out, black crystal clinking cubes among dark liquor, and as you pulled them loose to drop them, he came up behind you, cold lips brushing along the back of your neck and fingers plucking at the string holding your top up. That to billowed down with the bottoms and you arched your hands to dive in, shattering the diamond gleam the sun was causing. 

He smirked watching his girl glide, moving over to a lounge nearby, and on the table he pulled the tray closer, leaning forward to line up rows of white powder, neat and precise, he swirled his drink once more and sipped from it. “Doll, come on out” He directed as you lapped back around, twisting to return to his side of the pool, you brace hands against the side and pull yourself up, dripping a trail behind you. Reaching for a nearby towel, you pat yourself while, biting your lip. Using a rolled up bill, he snorted the first line and reached to pull you in his lap, when he grasped your chin, his tongue sweeping over your teeth and you moaned softly, cupping his face. 

“Testing it out?” you take his hand and draw his finger in between your lips, sucking lightly tasting where he had handled it, all big eyed staring at him. Bucky you never knew what to expect, he liked to tease you once in a while.  

You could see that flint cold glint flash in his eyes, mouth cocking in a grin at your actions. “I know my shits good baby, just wanted to share with you.” He flicked the rolled bill in his fingers and held it out for you to take. “Figured we could get ready for going out tonight.” 

Taking it you shifted in his lap so you could lean over the table, red manicured nails pinched the bill between them and you dragged it over the line, the hit, euphoric. Snorting a bit to clear your passage, Bucky was already turning you to face him again, skimming a hand over your breast and closing his mouth over your nipple to suckle and tug, there was no way you could stop him if you wanted to. You were his, he could do whatever he wanted with you. So when his fingers slipped between folds, you ground your hips for him, triggering a rush of arousal. “Always such a slut for me, right in broad daylight to” He leaned back, just watching you ride his fingers, twisting your fingers into his suit jacket. “Dont be messing this up to much” 

You nod in understanding and you know what he wants to hear. “Yes Daddy, I will be good.” Biting your lips when you could feel two of his fingers slide into you, slick as you were, clutching around him. You roll your hips more vigorously, that little bundle of nerves firing all senses to heat you, coiling in your belly. The cocaine had done its job, making you extra sensitive. Was he going to let you cum this time? Bucky loved leaving you on the edge, wanting, waiting till he was damn good and ready for you to release. 

Leaning into him, your lips whisper over his, flick of the tongue trailing along his and he brushed back your hair that had fallen in your face, fisting his fingers tight into the back of your head. “Do you deserve to cum today Doll?” You whimper for him, and he kisses you hard, growling against your lips. “Do it now” He demanded, and you sped yourself up, driving to finish now before he got impatient, and with a gasp, your mouth falling open into an “o” your orgasm rolled through you, his hold in your hair loosening so you can lean into his chest, whimpering “Thank you Daddy” against his neck. 

Giving you an open mouth kiss, sliding his fingers from your still aroused pussy “Your welcome Doll, now go inside, Steve is waiting for you” He sucked off his fingers and took another sip from his drink, winking at you. “Better hurry now”

My old man is, a tough man But he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam And he shows me, he knows me, every inch of my tar black soul He doesn’t mind I have a flat broke down life In fact he says he thinks it’s what he might like about me, admires me The way I roll like a rolling stone

Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom Chateau Marmont Slipping on my red dress, putting on my make up Glass film, perfume, cognac, lilac Fumes, says it feels like heaven to him

Light of his life, fire of his loins Keep me forever, tell me you want me Light of your life, fire of your loins Tell me you want me, gimme them coins

Quick to go back inside, you didnt even bother putting the bikini back on. When Steve is waiting, he doesnt like to be kept waiting for long. Searching him out, you find him in your closet of all places. Going through your clothing, and you move to where he would demand you to be. On your knees, quiet and watching him work. Pulling out a deep red dress, he finally made his decision on what you will be wearing for them tonight. “You can get up Sweetheart” he drawled out without glancing at you yet. 

Moving to get up, he bypasses you in the closet entrance and lays the dress out on the bed. Now he turned, beckoning you over to him, his large hands slide down your bare hips. “Did Bucky tell you we were going to the club tonight?” The one they owned together, where they originally found you when you applied to be one of there dancers. How fucken long ago does that seem now.

“Yes Ste-” You started when suddenly his hand grips your jaw, squeezing and anger flashing in his eyes. You are to never call them by there names, and sometimes it slips. 

“What was that Sweetheart?” His face is stern, commanding and you whine out before he releases his grip, you would make it up to him later, but the apology falls from your lips in the mean time. 

“Sorry Daddy, and yes he did tell me. Is this for me?” You motion towards the red dress, and he goes back to being tender with his touches, a light brush of his fingers here, tracing the natural curves of your body. 

“That it is, go clean up and put it on. Gotta have our girl looking good tonight.” You squeal and arch up to kiss him, his hands tightening there hold to help you stay to the balls of your feet, kissing back deeply, the taste of his cognac made your hightened drugged senses swarm and you pressed yourself into him hungrily. His hand moved to grasp your ass, grinding himself into you momentairly, breaking apart from you kiss, his voice deeper, graveled. “Go on now” You stepped away, taking the dress in your hands and into your bathroom, perching on a bench in front of a vanity, you start prepping your face. 

It wasnt long till Steve came in the bathroom, catching you dab red lipstick on, and run your mascara brush through your lashes. Coming up behind you, let his hand trail along your face. “Love it when you wear that red, getting it sloppily all over my cock. But I dont want your mascara to run, at least not yet.” He dipped his head to kiss your shoulder “Stand up Sweetheart and brace your hands against the vanity.” 

Steve was always the one who meant exactly what he said, you learned early on. He liked rules. You finish blotting your lip stick and move to a stand, your hands bracing on the vanity. He came up behind you, able to see you in the mirror, as his hand slipped along your back, and down till his fingers rubbed on your folds, still wet from before. “Spread your legs further” Which you did, pushing your ass out, round tempting for him to grasp. He didnt though, he kneeled behind you and ran the tip of his nose along the inside of your thigh “You smell like Heaven.”

“Taste even better Daddy” You purr, resting your head on folded arms. Sure enough his fingers spread you apart and he took a long lap through your cunt. He hummed with appreciation, and bit lightly on the inside of your thigh. 

“Your right, even better” And he drove in like a man starving, quick licks and long dragging laps, sucking your clit between teeth and pulling enough to make you jolt, thrusting his tongue into your entrance and swirling to make you clench “Dad-dy” You shudder out from ragged breaths. He knew exactly what he was doing to you, and as sweet as he was being, bringing you closer to cumming on his face, you better not mess up like earlier, cause then it would all stop. You dig your hands around the edge of your vanity to keep from wriggling to much, and he replaces his tongue with fingers for just a moment, stretching you open.

“Say it again Sweatheart. Who are you a slut for?” He rose from behind, the zipper of his pants unzipping, and the head of his cock slipped along your slick wet slit. 

“Yours Daddy, yours! Please I need you now.” You lift your gaze to the mirror, and that was all he needed to thrust into you, crying out at the relief after what they had done to you, he pounded into you hard, jerking your hips till you were falling apart, thank god you were leaning on the vanity, cause you wouldnt have been able to stay up. All your makeup, scattered all over the floor with it all. Feeling him pull from you and the warmth of his ejaculation falling onto your back, you pant waiting to come back down. “Good Girl Sweetheart” He praised, rubbing along your quivering arms while he lifted you to stand again, gentle as he grasped your chin and kissing you softly. “Be ready in half an hour, the car will drop you off. Bucky and I have a business matter to attend to, and will join you there.” Before he left, he helped pick up the make up all over the floor, and left you to finish dressing. 

My old man is a thief, and I’m gonna stay and pray with him till the end But I trust in the decision of the law To watch over us Take him when he may, if he may I’m not afraid to say That I’d die without him Who else is gonna put up with me this way? I need you, I breathe you, I’ll never leave you They would rue the day, I was alone without you

You’re lying with your gold chain on Cigar hanging from your lips I said, “Hon’ you never looked so beautiful As you do now my man”

You arrived and proceeded to go into there specially reserved section, chatting with a few of the dancers whom you were friends with, you ordered yourself a club soda, still feeling the effects from earlier. You turned back to them with a smile.

“They will be arriving later, had business to attend to”

Now there was no need to reflect amongst themselves what this business would be, Steve and Bucky were well known for there illegal activities. How else would the three of them live a life of luxury. At all the doors, members of there crew stood, brazen not hiding the guns on there hips, and the amount of money, drugs, and other goods would pass through the club tonight. 

And speaking of the Devil, first Steve enters, with Bucky right behind, the crowd parted out of there way, and telling by the smirks on both there faces, they were quite happy with themselves. “Ladies” Steve steps around them and into one side of the booth, addressing them. They were all smiles to the man who paid there paychecks, Bucky came up the other side, kissing one on the cheek “Busy night girls?” Always the flirt, you knew he was affectionate with everyone, but YOU were his. You got what all the others didnt get. 

“Oh certainly, in fact our shift is about to start” and they parted with goodbyes, Bucky sliding into the booth on the other side, Steves hand rested on the inside of your thigh, grasping lightly and Buckys arm went over your shoulder. 

“Everything go good?” You question, while Bucky waved over for some drinks to be brought to the table. Steve lounged back, and releasing you, pulled out a cigar from his pocket, handing it over to Bucky and drawing out another for himself. 

“Sweetheart, deal of a lifetime. Think we got it good now. Its gonna get better” 

Your eyes widened at the news, and Bucky smirked as they brought over the drinks, tipping a few bills before turning back to you.

“Nothing but good business Doll.” Bucky nipped at your shoulder, kissing deeply on the curve of your neck. Steves fingers twirled in the loose locks of hair, winking at you. 

Fuck you loved these two, you would follow them anywhere. 

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