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gothamite-rambler · 4 days ago

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Jason and Rose pretending to hate each other in front of Dick because they DO NOT want him to know they're trying out dating. It's worse than if Batman knew!

Rose Wilson smacked Jason Todd on the back of the head, alarming Dick Grayson as the two sat on the couch.

Rose: Left my wallet here again. Oh, and Jace, your white tuft looks goofy.

Jason (to Rose): You're missing an eye, Rosie.

Rose: And it doesn't hinder my aim. Tell me, does it suck you share the same name with the serial killer with mommy issues?

Jason: Does it suck you share the same name as the bent who let Jack drown?

Rose (chuckling): Figures you'd be into Titanic. Notebook your favorite movie too?

Jason: Much like my preference for women, my standards aren't that low. Sorry, that means you're off the list.

Rose (snaps her fingers with a fake pout): You wound me, Jace! Sadly, I can't do the same with you since it has to be impossible to wound someone who’s already so… dead inside.

Dick raised his finger to talk, but Jason cut him off with an equally sly remark.

Jason: That'd piece my heart if it wasn't coming from someone who's got so much baggage she’d have to pay fees.

Rose (crossing her arms with a smirk): Oh sweetie, my baggage is designer. Yours? It looks like it came from the clearance aisle.

Dick: …

Jason: At least I can shoot a clear shot, cyclops.

Rose: Aww, honey, this cyclops can make sure you're back in the hole.

Dick (not sure who to call out): …

Jason: If you think you'll win, then you'll be shocked when you lose your other eye. Does the 'good' one you have left work? How many fingers am I holding up?

Jason held up one hand with two fingers. Rose smirked and held up both hands, both middle fingers raised.

Rose: Two? And I can see your equally goofy ghost hair.

Jason: And I can see that you are a bitch.

Rose: Same to you, asshole.

Rose grabbed her wallet and left without saying a single word to Dick. Dick cleared his throat, looking at Jason with a mix of disbelief and exasperation at the exchange before him.

Dick: Could you maybe try being nice to her?

Jason: Not a chance. Pushing her buttons is way too entertaining, and she gives it right back. I'm honestly impressed… with how good at quips she is.

Jason pretended to check if the safety of his gun was on while avoiding eye contact from his brother.

Dick (shrugging and nodding in agreement): If that's how it is, why do you guys even go on missions together?

Jason: Honestly, I can’t stand her, but she’s a solid fighter and knows how to track some of Black Mask’s associates. She’s got her uses.

Dick (taking this in): That’s a bit odd, but please try to be civil. If you need me to, I can have a word with her about what she said.

Jason bit his bottom lip, surprised that Dick seemed to be buying that he and Rose hated each other.

Jason (checking his gun’s chamber): Don’t sweat it; we’ll hash it out later. I’ll make sure to smooth things over for you.

Dick chuckled and shook his head, exasperated yet amused.

Dick (sarcastically): Oh, wonderful. Thanks a lot for that.

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Hours later, Jason and Rose were entangled in each other’s clothes, their lips colliding with fervor in the dim light of Jason's apartment.

Rose: Mm, I missed your lips.

Jason leaned in, deepening the kiss as he pulled her closer, guiding her toward the inviting intimacy of his bedroom.

Jason: I couldn’t stop thinking about you after you left.

Rose: Guess my spell really worked on you, huh?

As Jason trailed kisses down her neck, a shiver raced through Rose, igniting a palpable heat between them.

Jason: Whatever you say. God I want you.

Rose (smiling as her fingers wove through Jason's hair): Luckily for us, we both have the night off.

A soft chuckle escaped him, his arm tightening around her waist, drawing her even closer.

Rose (remembering their earlier exchange): By the way… Did he buy it?

Jason: Yeah, he thinks we can't stand each other.

Rose: Perfect. I hate you… so much.

Turning her to face him, Jason smirked, lifting her chin until their gazes locked with a heated intensity. The kiss that followed was soft at first but quickly turned passionate, his mouth teasingly nibbling on her lip.

Jason: Show me just how much you really hate me.

With a playful shove, Rose pressed her palm against his chest, pushing him back onto the bed.

Rose: Let’s see if we can hate each other all night.

In a swift, effortless motion, Jason grabbed her arm and flipped her onto the bed, positioning himself above her.

Jason (sensually): I can’t stand you.

Rose (letting out a moan): You make me sick.

The air between them crackled with electric tension, both fully aware that this was far more than just a game. Jason threw his short off and Rose's as their body's stayed close together as he kept kissing her. Heavy breathing and their tight bodies was all they wanted to focus on for the rest of the night.

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adaptacy · 1 year ago

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Hi! Love to see someone else who's obsessed with johnny! My request is headcanon/drabble/anything that gets you going about Johnny who happens to get a crush on someone who also is from cannibalistic family from another state/town? I'd like to imagine it's a family of grandpa's old military buddy maybe or something like that? Anyways ily and hope this gives you some inspo! <3

hi anon!! ofc, i already touched on this in my last post but i am more than happy to write a drabble for it!! also the idea of there being like a network of cannibal families that are all lowkey friends is so amusing to me LMAO

this is gonna be from johnny's pov cause his thought process would be fun to write hehe

GN Reader / s/o

"This is so good Mrs. Sawyer! Thank you so much for making this whole meal," they laughed, ripping the meat from the bone as they leaned back in their chair. Mrs. Sawyer chuckled and nodded, taking a bite of her own food.

Johnny narrowed his eyes, trying to get a read on them. Trying to understand something, anything about how the hell someone so gorgeous could be so incredibly fucked up. He knew this way of life was 'bad', he'd heard it from every single one of his victims. Monster this, sick that, fucked up family here, psychopaths there. And yet this stranger, at least to Johnny, sat across from the same dinner table as him, eating the same roasted human meat as him, and was laughing so carelessly about it.

Nancy had explained that they were a grandchild of one of the old man's friends from war, who came from a family not so unlike their own. They'd been flown down here due to some legal trouble, likely concerning the fact that their family were responsible for several murders, in order to hide out. All the way from Colorado.

And they'd complained about the heat. Not the fact that there were, right at this very moment, innocent, live victims tied up in their basement- No, that was hardly a concern. But oh, the Texas heat had them talking.

They were fascinating, really, and Johnny would be more upset that he had to give up his own room for them while they stayed here, but he was far too intrigued by them to care. They swallowed the final bite of their dinner and rose, gathering their plate. Sissy handed hers off as well, and they stopped by Johnny, motioning to his empty plate.

"Want me to take that?" They asked, a grateful smile on their face. Grateful for the dinner. Grateful for this illegal, criminally insane meal. Johnny chuckled.

"That's alright. I's planning on gettin' a glass of water, anyways," he responded, standing up. The rest of the family finished off their meals as Johnny followed them into the kitchen, where they ran the plates under the faucet.

"I don't think I've ever had roasted liver. Feels like a delicacy," they laughed, humming to themselves as they washed the dishes.

"Really? We make it pretty often. It's a hard thing to miss out on," Johnny responded, grabbing a glass and waiting for them to finish.

"Shoot, right," they mumbled, stepped to the side to allow Johnny to fill his glass. He stepped forward, dangerously close to them as he filled up his glass. When he was done, he took a step back and leaned on the counter, watching them as they finished their task.

"Oh, I meant to thank you, by the way. It's really nice of your family to take me in like this. I didn't know Grandpa Wilson was so close to Mr. Sawyer," they said, glancing over at Johnny with a smile.

There was something so innocently cruel about that expression. Like they saw no wrong in what they did. Like they didn't understand the weight of it. But he knew they understood. He knew their experiences were much the same. Johnny showed his experiences in his face, in his eyes, in the way he walked.

But they walked like anyone else. Spoke like anyone else. Smiled like anyone else. They were mesmerizing, and Johnny wished he knew how they did it.

"It's no problem," he replied, sipping his drink. "Sorry if it's messy. Don't often have guests."

"That's alright. I think your knife collection is really cool," they hummed, turning off the sink as they placed the final plate in the dish drainer. "I noticed one was missing, though. Did you lose it?"

"Oh, no," he chuckled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a curved blade. "Just like to keep it on me."

"Oh, sweet. Is it your favorite?" They asked, their head tilted.

"I 'spose you could say that. Gets the job done."

"Is that your carving knife?"

"Carving knife?" He blinked.

"Y'know, for the livestock. The victims, the food, the prey-- whatever you guys call 'em," they giggled, their tone completely free of the eeriness it should've been tainted with. Johnny had nearly forgotten what they were capable of, but at the reminder, he cracked a smirk. Maybe he could impress them.

"Yeah, you could call it that. Does a whole bunch'a things, really. Carves, slices, stabs... Used it to castrate a guy once." Johnny spun the knife in his hand, and they leaned closer.

"I had a favorite, too. But it got grabbed up by the cops. It was really shiny, nice and sharp. My grandma gave it to me when I was eight. Had it ever since. It was a switchblade, and the handle was white. Always looked especially pretty dripping with blood, but it was super easy to clean," they explained, practically gushing.

"I'm sorry to hear that. How'd you get caught, anyways?" Johnny asked, tucking his knife back into his pocket.

"My daddy used a gun to kill one of our prey, they were trying to get away and we needed something ranged. I guess some drivers heard it when they were passing by, and we weren't ready for the cops. Once they found one body, they found 'em all. Couldn't eat them in time," they explained, fidgeting with their hands as they spoke. "I miss them. I've never gone this long without them. That's why I'm so thankful of your family. They remind me of my own."

Johnny frowned, feeling some long buried ache of sympathy for them, but he wasn't granted a chance to respond before Sissy came into the kitchen, requesting their presence. They dipped their head and left, following the brunette back out of the kitchen.

"What is it?" They asked, looking down at the paper bag that they'd been presented with.

"Open it up," Johnny directed, motioning with his hand towards the bag. They raised an eyebrow, but pulled open the bag anyways, and reached inside. They pulled out a black rectangular box, and their confusion only grew. Johnny found the expression adorable, and he was glad he'd decided to go for two rounds of packaging.

"You really didn't need to get me anything. You're already doing plenty enough," they chuckled awkwardly, and Johnny shrugged, crossing his arms.

"Just open it, will ya?"

"Fine, okay." With a deep breath, they pulled off the lid of the box, and an immediate grin spread over their face. They looked between the gift and Johnny, and suddenly jumped towards him, wrapping their arms around him. Johnny was completely taken aback by the hug, and he awkwardly pat their back, only relaxing his tensed muscles when he got the faintest scent of whatever shampoo they'd used. Their hair smelled like flowers, and it reminded him of the garden. It was almost comforting.

They pulled away, finally removing the white switchblade from the box. "I'll take it that you like it?" Johnny chuckled, and they nodded, even giving a short squeal of excitement.

"Are you kidding me? I love it! It's just like the one I had. You're the best, Johnny," they thanked, setting the knife back into the box and putting the cover on it. Right after, they hugged Johnny again, and he let out a quiet sigh, returning the hug much more comfortably this time.

"Say, you ever watched a Texas sunset?" Johnny asked, looking down at them as they pulled out of the hug.

"I can't say I have."

"Well, in about thirty minutes, give or take, the sun'll be goin' down. I know a real good place to sit 'n watch it. Clear your head, maybe," he spoke softly, rubbing the back of his neck. He wasn't blushing, but he certainly felt like he was.

"Really? Where?"

"We got a couple sunflower patches out back. Makes for a real pretty sight."

"I'd love to watch the sunset with you," they giggled, setting the box back into the bag. "Let me go put this away, I'll be right back."

"Sure thing," he replied, watching as they turned around and headed up the stairs.

Sissy poked her head in from the dining room, looking Johnny up and down. "Can I come?"

"No," he snapped, immediately frowning. Sissy pouted, but returned to whatever she was doing.

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httpscomexe · 1 month ago

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Swallow

Day 5 of Kink-Tober - Swallowing

Summary: You have a daily Customer at the flower shop, though he doesn't normally buy things anymore.

(Find What I’m currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Sam Wilson x Reader

Warnings: Non-Con, oral, language, swallowing. (Lmk if I missed any)

Tags: @cellyx33 @shybluebirdninja @sammyluvsfics

Word Count: 1549 (Find my Kink-Tober list here)

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“Thank you, and if you have any questions or concerns about your flowers, you can give me a call from this number. Enjoy your day, and thank you for your purchase.” You smile, your rehearsed thank you feeling less and less ecstatic throughout the long day as you point down with the tip of your pen at your printed phone number on the little business card attached to a beautiful bouquet of roses and tulips, which were in the hands of a man dressed in a nice suit, his two daughters behind him in little black dresses, you assume the flowers are for a lost mother, but that’s you assuming the worst.

“Thank you ma’am, have a nice day.” He quickly leaves the store, the hand of his younger daughter in his hand as they walk out together and step into their nice car.

You look around your little flower shop. No more customers. Today wasn’t a particularly busy day, but you didn’t want it to end. You knew who was waiting outside for you. But you had to close up eventually. After all, closing time was at 9 tonight, and you were way to exhausted to work extra hours just to avoid him.

Surely he would understand too, right?

Wrong.

Your keys jingle together against the chain as you lift them from the counter and move towards the front door, flipping off all the switches before stepping out and locking the doors behind you, your hand lingering on the handle longer than it needs to, you know the second your hand left the cold metal, the man would pop up again, and you wouldn’t be able to just escape him.

Unless you fell to your death. Of course.

The second your hand drops from the door, you close your eyes and let out a sigh, the sound of wings coming from your left is enough to let you know the damned bird has been scouting you out all day.

You stand and look up, expecting him to land next to you as usual before taking you back into the shop and having his way with you, but he doesn’t slow down.

“S-Sam…?” He still doesn’t slow down, and you take a step back as he gets closer. “Sam!” Some eyes drift over as you’re the centre of attention, yelling Sam’s name like a murder victim as he swoops down and wastes no time lifting you into his arms and immediately flying back up into the sky. This asshole knows you hate flying.

“Sam what the fuck? Put me down! SAM!!” You squeal, he’s never taken you up into the sky flying before, so this was an out of fucking body experience for you. “SAM PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!” You scream, your voice cracking from the volume and you feel it as his feet hit the ground, your face buried against his chest as you squeeze onto him in fear.

“You can look up now.” His chest vibrates as he speaks, and it’s almost comforting as you slowly look up, holding onto him tighter, the entire city looking up at you as your in the arms of the man standing on the top of one of the highest buildings in New York.

“Sam… I don’t like this…” You whisper, and you know he hears you because he sighs before taking a few steps down and putting you down on your feet, your nerves making you shake violently as you stand in front of him and you stumble slightly barely catching yourself, or rather not catching yourself at all, as his hand wraps around your waist and he pulls your back against his front, his lips and teeth attaching to your neck, making you throw your head back in anger.

“Sam!”

“Just stay still little swallow…” He groans, his arm still locking you against him as his other hand snakes between your bodies to undo his belt.

“I’m tired Sam, please…” You cry, a tear falling down your cheek in show.

“It’s okay, I’ll fly you home and to bed as soon as you’re done.” He gets his zipper down, despite your constant squirming, and you feel his hands on your shoulders as he pushes you down to your knees and moves to stand in front of you. “Haven’t seen you in forever, my swallow.” He groans, his fingers latched through your hair as he keeps you down, threatening to pull if you move.

“Sam just- Stop! Let me go…” You reach up, trying to pry his fingers out of your hair, but he doesn’t let go.

“Oh shut up.” He pulls your hair, tilting your head back just enough before grabbing his cock with his free hand and angling it towards your lips, causing you to turn your head away quickly, stinging pain shoots through your scalp as his grip tightens on your hair and he pulls you back into position. “Stay fucking still, or we’re gonna be here all night.” He growls, pulling you closer again before forcing his dick past your lips, both of his hands moving to the back of your head as he begins to pound against the back of your throat and you try leaning back but he easily overpowers you, holding you still in place on your knees.

“That’s it baby, put that little mouth to use…” He groans, the feeling of dominance and pleasure almost overpowering for him. “Feels so fucking good.”

You never expected him to be the way he was. He was just some guy who came in for flowers one day for this ‘special date’ that ended up coming back again and again, until he eventually made a move on you, buying your favourite flowers and taking you out on your first flight was so sweet. Sleeping with him that same night never even bothered you, you hadn’t even considered who all the other flowers were for, nor did you care. You wanted him to be yours, but he simply only wanted you.

It didn’t bother you at first, the occasional swoop down and fuck you in the back of the flower shop. But then it started becoming sort of a daily routine. He’d fuck you when you were closed, then he’d leave, and return the next night for more. Then something happened one night.

You were in pain, you’d had a rather long day, not particularly from selling flowers, but there was an argument with some friends, and then a bad call about your sister, and a million other things, so naturally you weren’t up for a platonic fucking session. But he didn’t care. He still brought you to the back, the session leaving bruises on your arms and shoulders from his aggression. He had expected you to fuck him. Every day from that day on, it’s been you begging him to not fuck you, and a lot of shedded tears. He didn’t want to bother with your emotional state, he simply only cared about his pleasure, and his only.

Which brings you to now. On one of the highest buildings in New York with Sam Wilson's dick down your throat as tears stream down your face in regret, and in pain.

“Good fucking girl.”

“Fuck I’m gonna come.”

“Swallow, I wanna see that pretty mouth swallow.” He groans, one of his hands still with his fingers laced through your hair, while his other hand moves down to hold your jaw at some point, and as usual, he fills your mouth. Making sure to wait a few seconds before pulling out and looking down, expecting you to swallow. But you just sit there on your knees, sure enough you would have concrete imprints on your knees when you stood. Your mascara was running down your cheeks, following the path of your tears, and you were sure he could see the hatred in your eyes, but he didn’t care anymore.

“I said swallow.” He repeats, his fingers pulling your hair a little, causing you to wince, and you finally obey, swallowing his salty seed until he is satisfied, giving you two little pats on your cheek before concealing himself. “Lets get you home, come on, you look a fucking mess.” He grabs you, pulling you back up to your feet, and as expected, your knees were red.

“Sam-”

“Shut it.” He silences you, hooking his arm behind your leg in order to lift you into his arms, and his wings take air as he heads towards your apartment, not even giving you a “Goodnight,” or “Bye,” as he puts you on your feet and flies off again, leaving you staring at your front door.

You sigh, and clear your throat a little, sniffling and wiping your cheeks, hoping to look a little more presentable before sticking your keys into your doorknob and pulling it open, two little faces immediately looking up to meet your eyes.

“Mommy, why were you crying?” Their little feet platter on the ground as they both run up and hug you.

“Baby are you okay?” Your husband's voice asks as his hand wraps around your waist and he presses a kiss to your temple.

“I’m okay.” You tell them, keeping the little smile on your face. “Just got in the way of some sprinklers.”

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lazyrants · 6 months ago

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Miss Roberta (prod 127)

Original airdate: August 4, 2005

Written by Noah Zachary, Cole Louie

Directed by Raymond P. Le Gue, Jonathan Judge

Executive producers - Magnus Scheving, Ragnheidur Melsted, Raymond P. Le Gue, Mark Read, Brown Johnson, Kay Wilson Stallings

Starring Magnus Scheving, Stefan Karl Steffanson, Julianna Rose Mauriello

Puppeteers - Ronald Binion, Gudmondor Thor Karason, Jodi Eichelberger, David Matthew Feldman, Julie Westwood

Miss Roberta is the last LazyTown episode I have to watch before I can put my New Superhero DVD to MORE use and watch the episode, so let's try to get through it quick.

The episode begins with Sportacus having a cup of water like a normal guy would, but Sportacus is no normal guy. So he gets his baseball bat, an ice cube and hits the cube so perfectly it lands straight into the cup.

THEN he drinks it like a normal guy would. While Milford is cooking breakfast (this guy is actually amazing, he runs an entire town and he still has time to make food for his cousin), Stephanie tells him he is gonna throw a thank you party for Sportacus. About time! But she has her worries, considering the kids act kinda 'wild' whenever they have a party.

Ziggy burped the entire way the last time they had one, and Stingy hid all the presents. Milford says he found one in his bread box. LOL! Milford tells Stephanie to give the kids a second chance, but then when she asks him to have the party at his house, he's all like 'WITH THOSE KIDS???' XD. David Matthew Feldman is hilarious. Anyways, it was just a joke and Stephanie has her breakfast then leaves.

Classic 2000s Disney comedy sitcom moment where the adult guardian makes breakfast and the kid only takes one sip of juice. This time, Milford has made eggs, toast and bacon for Stephanie. However, she's not the only one with a drinking crave - Ziggy is slurping an entire cup of soda when she comes to tell them about the party. And whaddya know?

HE BURPS. FOR EIGHT SECONDS. STRAIGHT. WITHOUT EXCUSING HIMSELF. AND EVERYONE (except Stephanie who can tell that's just immature and unfunny) LAUGHS. Then he does it again. This time four seconds. Why is Ziggy just such an annoying character in the show? That is what I hate, they spend so much time writing up stories and lessons for Ziggy to learn, but in the next episode he's still dumb and annoying. Comic relief? Anyways, she tells them she's having a party but they can't come if they do stuff like that.

Robbie is eavesdropping and mocks Stephanie. Then he thinks he has a great idea. He questions it being a sneeze, but it's an idea. XD! He says if he teaches the kids to be really wild, Sportacus'll give up on them and leave town forever. Then he starts reading 'Manners for Polite Boys & Girls'.

But Robbie has some hilarious opinions on the rules. Number 1 - Always say please and thank you? Waste of words! Number 2 - Always chew with your mouth closed? You can't jam enough food in there! Number 3 - Never eat with your fingers? What are you supposed to do, eat with your toes? (You have to admit he had a point on that one).

Then comes Disguise Time.. as a woman. An elderly woman. Master of Disguise is truly at work, XD. His name is now Miss Roberta and he teaches kids how to act right by Robbie's standards.

And here comes a risky joke that surprises me - 'Whoever invented high heels must've been very ..... short!' XD. Stephanie lets the kids come to the party as long as they can behave. Then once she mentions cake, Ziggy goes wild until Stingy calms him down and they start acting all fancy. This show is hilarious. Then they perform 'Cooking by The Book'.

Everything is going well until Ziggy licks some frosting and burps. Stephanie scolds him but he says he couldn't stop him.. or her. It could be a boy or girl burp. XD! Stephanie starts doubting the party, but they just need some help with manners. In comes Miss Roberta! While they're running to her, Trixie trips Stingy and Ziggy.

They might've found it funny. Nick viewers might've found it funny. I didn't. Miss Roberta is at a table with a heavily modified version of 'Manners for Polite Boys & Girls'. Her hand is in the book and once she shuts it she yells. Now THAT'S funny. Anyways, after Steph leaves to get something, Robbie says that it's time to start his evil plan and all the kids are confused until he corrects himself. Then and there I'd knew it was Robbie.

Stephanie asks Milford to fix some stuff (she gives him a list) to buy them some time while the kids set up the party so that Sportacus'll save him. because whenever Bessie asks him to fix something, she does it and then messes up and needs to get saved. Then Milford asks 'I DOES??' then corrects himself. XD. Anyways, the plan works and the first thing he does is chop some leaves in a reused scene from Sportafake. Whaddya know, he gets saved.

Milford says it was such a SURPRISE to be saved by him, but he corrects himself and changes the topic by asking if Sportacus got a new suit. DAVID. FELDMAN. IS. HILARIOUS. Once Sportacus leaves, he checks the list, and the next step is to carry around dangerously heavy logs of wood. Anyways, Miss Roberta's first client is Ziggy and he tells him that burping is right.

In fact, she says that Stephanie is wrong because she's never burped, she doesn't have good manners, and hasn't wrote a book about them. And then he says that his problem is burping too quiet. Why is that so funny to me?? She demonstrates by biting into a cookie and doing a little baby burp, and then she says that with a burp like that'd you'd think she hated your food.

Then she does a hilariously huge burp to say that if you do that, it'd be obvious you liked the food. Then Ziggy does his own huge three second burp much to Roberta's liking. Anyways, Milford is carrying wood, and here comes another recycled rescue, this time from 'My Treehouse'. Milford is about to fall down while carrying the wood and Sportacus pushes a wheelbarrow. Sportacus also catches a drink that was in the air with his log and slides it down to Milford.

Milford tells Sportacus he cannot wait to relax at the party, then he corrects himself by saying surprise. XD! Milford is so bumbling, clumsy, and forgettable, but he is hilarious. He asks Sportacus to leave before Milford gets into more trouble.

So after all that, Milford is STILL going to do the list, and the next thing is: Prepare Miss Busybody's fence. My god, Stephanie has got a career as a 'keep-busy-list' writer. Anyways, Stingy is admiring a tall present when Miss Roberta jumpscares him (Five Rooms at Roberta's) and tells him once those presents are given away they're gone forever, and to think about the poor person who has to open them all alone. So Miss Roberta tells him to open them.

But Stingy has his doubts, so Miss Roberta leaves UNTIL the clown takes the gift that he gave to the superhero that saves his life a million times a week and opens it. Character development shattered episode after episode! Here comes another recycled rescue scene, this time from Sportafake again! Milford is fixing the fence while chatting with a relaxing Bessie, who tells him to shut his mouth.

He takes that advice and when Sportacus helps him with the fence, he doesn't say a single word to him and it works! But once he starts talking again, the words just explode out of his mouth. XD!!!Meanwhile, Stephanie finishes practicing her 'We're Dancing' performance, and just in time for the party. She sends a letter to Sportacus' ship and asks him to walk with her somewhere.

So, they enter the party, and it is an ugly scene. Stephanie is on the verge of crying (I would be too), Miss Roberta is super happy until they tell Steph that she told them to do it. Then she decides to leave via the window and ends up with a bush on her head. She starts running all over the place and Sportacus saves her using a skateboard. But the wig has fell off and the disguise is revealed.

At least in this season, this was the most logical way for the disguise to be revealed. Robbie storms off to the lair in anger his plan failed. Stephanie apologizes for the plan failing, but Sportacus says all he needed was their friendship. (This is so cute- Oh, I mean, rad bro. Boys don't use that yucky word.) Then they sing Bing Bang. Robbie's feet hurt so much that he dips them into boiling water.

I liked that episode a lot! But I kinda wish that we got an explanation as to why Trixie misbehaved. 8/10

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forlornmelody · 1 year ago

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Find the Word Tag

tagged by @alyssalenko. Thanks, lovely!

my words: hum, love, stop, cry and power

Hum

Love:

Jericho’s lost track of how many times he’s hit the bag. He’s barely keeping track of the Queen album blaring in the speakers. Right now Freddie Mercury’s belting about his love for “Fat Bottom Girls,” and Jericho Wilson is trying to locate the same joy in Freddie’s voice. But all he feels at the moment is rage.

Five. Fucking. Years.

A throat clears behind him, and Jericho misses the bag completely. “Your right hook needs work.”

Jericho stops, staring at Adeline pointedly–the punching bag swaying back and forth across his face. “Do you want to talk, or watch me train? Because I can’t do both.”

3. Stop

When Babs and Jason get to the van, the rest of the team is already there. Jason moves to get in the backseat, but the driver stops him. “Sorry. The inmates’ gonna go in the back. Arkham rules.”

Jason eyes the rest of the van while Bab’s maneuvers into the shotgun seat. He folds and hands her her wheelchair without a second thought. And then he sinks inside. There’s only one seat available if Pamela and her two guards are taking the backseat. And it’s next to Deathstroke’s kids. Donna meets Jason’s eyes and winks at him. Winks. Muttering under his breath, Jason settles in next to Rose, who doesn’t even seem to register that he’s there. In fact, she can’t even keep herself awake, despite the energy drink in her hand. The moment Jason buckles his seatbelt, she nods off, resting her head on her brother’s shoulder. Even though there’s at least two inches between them, Jason swears he can feel that familiar buzz of energy between them. LIke sticking his finger in a socket. Fuck, this is going to be a long ride.

4. Cry

The moment the water hits him, Roy shoots back up with a gasp, and Rose has to hold his shoulders down to keep him from rising too fast. “Easy. You got hit pretty hard.”

Blinking several times, Roy slurs “Rose? Why’re there three’f you?”

Fuck, she could cry night now. “Shut up.” And then she’s kissing him. Maybe it’s the fact he could’ve died. Maybe it’s the way he’s sloppily kissing back. Or maybe it’s those energy drinks he’s always pounding–Roy tastes so sweet.

5. Power

I will tag @joufancyhuh and @natsora

your words: water, jerk, nod, snap, and mouth

#tag meme #captain's log #gotta get this one out before I post the update to Bury A Friend #roseroy

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squeamishnerd · 1 year ago

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The Original Duplicate Ahriman and The Brights

The Original Ahriman, Chapter 6: The Parallel Universe, Part 3

The Brights, Chapter 15: This Universe, Part 3

← Previous part of The Original Ahriman ← Previous part of The Brights

Next part of The Original Ahriman → Next part of The Brights →

Master post for The Original Ahriman Master post for The Brights

Ahriman: *Sigh*

Ahriman: Great. Just great.

Ahriman: I guess I'm the only spellcaster in this universe then. That feels kinda… lonely. I really didn't think I'd miss having people around me who I have something in common with.

Ahriman: I wonder how everything's going for my original self. And for Áine and Morgyn.

Ahriman: "Don't worry, I'll be fine." Yeah. Right. And apparently I'm going soft too.

Ahriman: Okay, okay, I'm just not used to all the changes, I'll be back to my normal self eventually.

Ahriman: But… What do I do now?

Ahriman: Wait! Of course! The werewolves!

Ahriman: Or maybe I'd rather be alone…

Ahriman: Well, there's of course also Morgyn's ex… Maybe I should go look for him first.

Ahriman: Huh. Surprisingly sunny. And everything looks so… Alive?

Ahriman: Maybe I should've waited until after sunset, they're probably asleep.

Ahriman: Wait…

Ahriman: Wilson?

Ahriman: Excuse me, hi, I'm conducting a survey in the area. I have some questions for the Vat-… Wilson family. Have I come to the right place?

Sophia: Yes, I'm Sophia Wilson, and my brother, George, is just behind the rose shrubs.

Ahriman: Right. Sophia and George. Of course…

Ahriman: First question. You two aren't sensitive to sunlight?

Sophia: Not more than most people, I guess.

Ahriman: What about dietary preferences, do you have any special ones?

George: We don't eat meat.

Ahriman: Mm, me neither. But I didn't expect that from you two.

Ahriman: Okay. Last question. Do you, George, know someone called Morgyn?

Caleb: Nope, never met anyone with that name.

Ahriman: Yeah, obviously. You smile too much to have met them. That's all for the survey. Thanks for participating.

Ahriman: Okay. That was weird. I guess it's just the werewolves left then.

← Previous part of The Original Ahriman ← Previous part of The Brights

Next part of The Original Ahriman → Next part of The Brights →

Master post for The Original Ahriman Master post for The Brights

#the sims 4 #show us your stories #parallel universe #spellcaster #vampire #forgotten hollow #magic #ahriman #caleb vatore #lilith vatore #sims

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myfairstarlight · 1 year ago

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Safety In Her Arms

AO3 Link.

Rating: G

Pairing: Susato Mikotoba/Haori Murasame (Rei Membami in the localisation)

Written for Susahao Week 2022. Day 1: Beginnings/First Meetings

Word count: 1.5k

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It happens at the first bloom of spring, which Haori would later constantly associate with one Susato Mikotoba.

It is a quiet morning in the library of Yumei University, and Haori is half-asleep while browsing the shelves. She has never been an early riser, but Dr Wilson had a breakthrough and came to the laboratory as soon as the sun rose and by proxy, she was required to be by his side if he ever needs any assistance. And now, she needs to find any information she could get about the echinacea purpurea which can only be found in North America so unfortunately, all the books she could find with more than surface-level descriptions are in English — and despite working alongside Dr Wilson for weeks now, she still struggles to read the language at times. Especially when she is as tired as she is at the moment.

So she must not have noticed that she wandered towards a section of the library that didn’t concern her at all and ended up walking straight into someone else. She yelps as she loses her balance and books fly around her at the impact. She catches a glimpse of cherry blossom pink before she closes her eyes and braces herself for the impact with the floor… except it never comes, because a delicate hand wraps around her wrist and pulls her up in one swift motion.

Haori gasps, eyes flying open and feels her heart stop as she is met with deep and warm brown eyes looking at her in concern.

“I apologise,” a sweet voice reaches her ears. “Are you alright?”

“I…” Haori stares a bit more, taking in the person before her. There stands a girl her age, round face and eager eyes framed by dark ebony hair tied in an intricate hairstyle Hoari has trouble wrapping her head around. She must have been staring for a while because the other girl chuckles nervously before letting go of her wrist.

Haori misses the warmth immediately although she is not sure why. This girl just saved her from a surely bad fall so naturally and gallantly, oh dear.

“Thank you,” she says eventually, taking a few steps back so she can bow properly… and promptly almost trips on the books now scattered on the floor, once again saved by the other girl who is quick on her feet, but not quick enough to prevent the fall altogether. Haori expects pain, but once again, careful and surprisingly strong arms wrap around her, cushioning her fall. She blinks, tilting her head up to realise the still unnamed girl was the one who caught her and is now carrying her in a… in a bridal style. She can feel herself blush.

The girl smiles gently at her, amusement clear in her eyes. “Are you alright? … Once again.”

Haori hides behind her hands. “Oh dear, I am so sorry again—”

“Susato Mikotoba,” the girl introduces herself and interrupts her apology, a blinding smile on her lips. “Do not be sorry, you were the one about to get hurt.”

“And I am bothering you,” Haori laments, voice muffled against her palms.

“Hardly, you are pretty… light, pretty light,” Susato says, cheeks turning a light pink almost matching her kimono.

Haori takes a deep breath. “You… uh, you can put me down now, I swear I will not fall… again.” Then, as soon as her feet touch the ground again, she seems to register the girl’s name. “Wait— Mikotoba? You’re related to Professor Mikotoba?”

Susato nods. “He is my father. Are you one of his students?”

“Oh! Unfortunately no, I am Dr Wilson’s student and assistant but I see him often enough in the laboratory.” Susato smiles at that and Haori finds herself doing it too. “Ah! How rude, I forgot to introduce myself. Haori Murasame.” She finally manages to bow properly, Susato following suit in her own graceful and sweet way.

“It is nice to meet you, then, Haori.”

“Pleasure is mine, Susato” Haori is eager to reply. “Or else I would be covered in bruises right now.”

Susato chuckles, her laugh light and melodic and oh dear, Haori’s heart skips a beat once again. She clears her throat, quickly looking down at the mess of books still surrounding them and manages to see a few law books in there, which seems pretty odd, as women are not allowed to practice law which is, ironically, pretty unfair of a system seeking justice in the country, she thinks.

Before she could question the other girl, Susato bends down and starts sorting the books, gathering them in her arms. Haori is quick to follow her actions and ignores the way her heart flutters when their hands brush over each other every once in a while as they exchange books.

“Susato it is not like you to take so much time—” a new, this time masculine, voice startles the both of them once they finally have their respective pile of books in their arms. Haori takes a step back in surprise but at least she doesn’t fall as she tilts her head to see a boy approaching from behind Susato.

And him, she recognises without any issue, as she has caught a glimpse of him several times around the university, always in his lonesome and yet carrying an aura of grandeur with every step. Kazuma Asogi, the star pupil of Yumei University, the best law student of the faculty and dear protégé of Professor Mikotoba which means—

Oh dear, are they…?

“Ah, Kazuma-sama, I am sorry,” Susato says as she turns around to face him. Nervousness laces her otherwise confident voice. “We, uh, had a little accident.”

“I-it was my fault!” Haori hurries to defend the girl, taking a step forward. “I was not looking where I was going and bumped into Susa— Mikotoba-san and made quite a mess. I a-apologise, Asogi-san.”

Asogi laughs, hands on his hips. “There is no need to apologise, it happens to the best of us.”

“Ah, yes, he often trips on everything because he never looks where he goes,” Susato says to Haori in a fake whisper, obviously loud enough for Asogi to hear. Haori gives a polite smile, unsure if she is allowed to laugh. Ever since she got accepted into this university, she has been very careful as to not upset any important person.

“That is true,” Asogi confirms. “Haori Murasame, is that it?” he asks next, looking at her with expectant eyes.

For some reason, Haori feels the need to hide behind Susato under such a gaze, squirming a little where she stands. “That would be me, y-yes, how…?”

“Professor Mikotoba speaks highly of you! Well, he is not the only Mikotoba who—”

He gets cut off when Susato yelps, thrusting the books into his arms a bit too forcefully and making him stumble a few steps back. “Kazuma-sama, we have lost enough time, we must return to studying lest you fall behind in your schedule.”

He gives her a bemused look before a teasing smile curls his lips. “Well, I was not the one who got distracted…” Asogi says, eyes flicking towards Haori for a quick second. “Well then, I am returning to our table. Do not take too much time, sister dear.”

With that, he swiftly turns around and leaves.

“… Sister?” Haori cannot help but ask although… is that relief in her heart? Knowing Asogi considers Susato a sister and that the two of them are not together. What an odd thought. “But you do not have the same last name?”

Susato chuckles. “We are brother and sister in everything but blood, I suppose, although he usually never refers to me as such in public.” She folds her hands together and bows once again. “It was lovely meeting you, Haori. I must return to help my brother with his studies but I… would very much like to meet again? If you are not too busy, of course.”

“Of course!” Haori agrees instantly. “I usually eat by myself at lunchtime near the lab so…”

“Great! Wait, no, I did not mean great that you are alone I just…” Susato sighs. “I apologise, I meant I will gladly join you,” she corrects, offering a blinding smile.

“I will wait in front of the laboratory then,” Haori says.

Susato nods. “See you later!”

And then the other girl simply waves as she walks away. Haori waves back before remembering that she should hurry as well lest Dr Wilson is displeased with her — the man is quite laid-back, understanding and very friendly, even to his subordinates, but she would rather not take a risk.

And so, Haori steps out of the library with an armful of books and a giddy smile on her lips, a gentle breeze caressing her skin and cherry blossom petals whirling around her on her way. It is the first bloom of spring, and also of a newfound love she could not quite name yet.

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#susahao #susarei #susahao fic #the great ace attorney #dai gyakuten saiban #dgs spoilers #tgaa spoilers #my fics #susahao week 2022

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samwilsonshandsandass · 2 years ago

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Ich habe 13.072 Mal im Jahr 2022 etwas gepostet

152 Einträge erstellt (1%)

12.920 Einträge gerebloggt (99%)

Blogs, die ich am häufigsten gerebloggt habe:

@daughter-of-ophelia

@wenellyb

@captainsamwlsn

@rhapsody-under-pressure

@gaygay--astronaut

Ich habe 602 meiner Einträge im Jahr 2022 getaggt

#my things – 143 Einträge

#sam wilson x reader – 94 Einträge

#sam wilson x you – 94 Einträge

#sam wilson x y/n – 94 Einträge

#my writing – 90 Einträge

#sam wilson fanfiction – 85 Einträge

#sam wilson x reader insert – 85 Einträge

#sam wilson fanfic – 82 Einträge

#sam wilson – 72 Einträge

#captain america x y/n – 65 Einträge

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#that anon couldve just asked a jewish writer why they dont make their jewish reader tell how their grandparents were murdered in auschwitz

Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

Masterlist

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Danny Wagner Masterlist

Henry Cavill Masterlist

Loki Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

Sam Wilson Masterlist

Sharon Carter Masterlist

Steve Rogers Masterlist

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist

60 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 19. Januar 2022

Some Bad Luck Makes Good Things Happen

Pairing: florist!Sam Wilson x reader Summary: You’re in search of a flower shop for a friend’s wedding. When the shop you chose is suddenly out of business, you literally run into your salvation. Will something more come of it? Warnings: none, it’s all fluff Word count: around 2K A/N: @hot-chocolates-world did a florist!Sam Wilson AU moodboard some months ago and I had the inspiration to write something with the moodboard in the back of my mind and I feel like there's not enough Sam Wilson AUs

A wedding in your friends circle was in the works and one of the brides, Mina, had asked those closest to her to help with preparations. On the list where things like flowers, color scheme with appropriate fabrics, pastries, cakes (specifically a different point than ‘pastries’) and flowers.

You volunteered yourself for the flowers, since there had just opened a flower shop around your blocks corner.

The flower shop around the corner seemed like it would make nice arrangements, since they had quite the selection on display. During your lunch break, you went there and promptly an employee asked if she could help you.

“Yes, I’m looking for a flower shop that can supply the wedding of a friend with fifteen flower arrangements.”

“Of course. You’ve come to the right place. I’ll show you what we could do on the tablet and if you like that, we can move on to the real thing and deliver them the day of.”

“That sounds nice. I thought of calla lilies, baby’s breath and pink roses.”

The employee showed you what she’d do and you agreed with her selection to move forward. Two days later, you got a call to see the example arrangement in the flesh. At the shop, the flowers looked every bit like you imagined them. You paid the deposit and were in high hopes for the wedding.

The wedding came closer and closer, only ten days now. Your stroll took you around the neighborhood to the flower shop but what you saw made you stop dead in your tracks. The store front was dark, the sign above the door was missing and the inside was devoid of anything. No flowers, no tables, no bowls, no register. Next morning, you tried calling and googling them. It seemed like they had never existed. You called your friend and explained what had happened and ended with the promise to try and get replacements. She agreed about it being unlucky but told you she was thankful for you trying to fix a mess you weren’t responsible for.

You had been able to get out of work early and took a stroll in the evening light. Deep in thought, you bumped into something soft.

“Oof.” Came from in front of you.

The man turned around.

“I’m so-“ You cut yourself off when you looked at his face.

“Don’t worry about it.” He brushed it off.

“I should’ve watched where I’m going.” You shook your head.

“Deep in thought?”

“A bit. I’m just wondering where to get flower arrangements for my friend’s wedding.”

The man grinned at that.

“What’s so funny?” You questioned.

“Look behind me for a second.”

You did and saw a store front with double doors. The shop was dark inside but the street light and setting sun cast light onto several baskets full of different flowers, tablets saying which and how many flowers cost what and some arrangements. Above the doors stood in colorful, romantic letters “Sam’s Flowers”.

“I’m guessing you’re Sam?” You chuckled.

“Bingo. And you are?”

“Y/N.” You held out your hand.

Sam shook it, after transferring a small flower bouquet to his left hand.

“Flowers for your date?”

“Nah, flowers for me. No date in sight, just a good bottle of wine and a home cooked meal for myself.”

“I won’t keep you then. Have a nice evening.” You waved your hand and went home, as did Sam, you supposed. You thought about where to get flower arrangements and after a few steps you turned around.

“Uhm, Sam?” You called out.

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64 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 22. September 2022

Henry Cavill Masterlist

That’s my girl

Summary: Just a nice evening with Henry Warnings: Sex, eating out, restraints Word count: 2006 A/N: For everyone who wants some nice gentle rough dicking down

What should we name them?

Summary: You take Henry with you to a horse auction but it’s not a classical horse auction which gives you the chance to name the horses. Pairing: Henry Cavill x f!reader Word count: 2109 Warnings: none A/N: This is just me screaming about horses

Synced

Summary: Henry Cavill has to deal with his wife and their two daughters and their synced periods Warnings: Blood, obviously but not much more Word count: 1026 A/N: This was inspired by a small part of @keanureevesisbae fic “Mr. Cavill your dog is kinda fat” and myself starting my own period yesterday so I’m in desperate need of fluff that includes having your period. So, enjoy!

69 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 19. Januar 2022

So I now have every Sam Funko of the TFATWS collection and the What If...? Sam and I'm very happy 🤗 but now there's six Sams who share one Bucky

148 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 3. Juni 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

Holy shit, Fresh was so fucking good!

The real-ness of the first minutes with Noa's date being a fuckboy extraordinaire who was literally called Chad and then the man behind her when she walked to her car who just walked with his baby but it's just ingrained in us women to see these threats because not seeing them leads to our demise. And the immediate dickpic after the luring in with a nice doggo. And despite all these shitty things that are all too real there's still the need and want to believe in guys who are just nice. The whirlwind romance which than comes crashing down.

Steve Kemp literally being and as Mollie said in the movie "a straight girls' fantasy" plus a mix of all dark fics we ever read that weren't set in an AU (and that exclusion is just because his profession wasn't that profession in dark fics). How Mimi Cave didn't shy away from the possibility of rape and making it all that much more realistic because that possibility is always on the table and how there wasn't anything sexually unconsensual.

How Noa played along and fooled Steve and never once compromised her principles and did what she could to save the to her basically foreign woman and her best friend not even stopping from the utmost measures and getting her revenge just as Mollie at the almost end.

And then in the very last second Chad's text encapsulating literally every fuckboy ever!

It was an incredible movie and that was the first movie Mimi Cave directed and it was already this masterpiece, we can expect great movies from her! But I still wanna know who is responsible for Ann having one amputated lower leg. Was that Steve? If yes, why did he stop after "just" the lower leg? Did she agree to turning a blind eye to Steve's "antics" so her lifestyle can be financed? How long has she been okay or even complacent in all of it?

249 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 5. März 2022

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erislovelorne · 5 years ago

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“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?” + Teen Titans

Eddie Bloomberg, also know as Kid Devil, well… more recently, Red Devil awoke in the dead of night to the smell of smoke. It was faint, he must’ve left his window open. Was the Tower burning? No…

Cigarette smoke.

Rose Wilson. The Ravager.

She was the only one on the team who smoked. He pulled on a hoodie and shorts, peeling himself out of bed and heading to the roof. It must’ve been close to 3 am, but that didn’t matter if Rose was back from wherever she’d disappeared to for the last week.

She was there alright, sitting on the edge with her back turned, recognizable in the dark only by her long ghostly white hair.

“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?” he said.

No reply.

“Rose?” he asked, tentative, scratching at the myriad of scars on his arms. It was a nervous habit he’s gained since shit went down at the Dark Side Club. Scared she might just be an apparition come to torment him. Maybe he was still asleep. Maybe he was still trapped in the dark cell dreaming it all. Fuck.

He shook his head, shaking the thoughts out of his mind. He padded, barefoot, over to the ledge and sat down next to her. Oh, he thought, She’s high, isn’t she?

Rose stared blankly off into the horizon, brow knitted together and eye unfocused. Her mask sat on the ground beside her and she still wore her uniform, there was blood spatter on the chain mail, probably not her own. Littered beside her mask were inhalers, a lot of them, and a bag. Shit. Her swords were still strapped to her back.

A lit cigarette hung limply from one hand, slowly turning to ash, and an inhaler in the other. He took the cigarette from her hand gently, she didn’t react. Eddy extinguished it on the cold concrete and tossed it off the edge of the building. Watching it fall.

He sat there for a bit, staring, thinking. Which, to be fair wasn’t particularly good for him since all he could think about was the Dark Side Club, but hey, at least he was trying to process it. Better to stay out here and keep an eye on Rose, who knew how long it would be before she came back.

After a while, he didn’t know how long, but the stars had moved position, he heard a quiet sniffle. He looked over to Rose. She was still gone, but she looked anguished, panicked, tears streaming down her face. She lifted a limp hand, about to reflexively take another hit of the inhaler, but it was empty.

“Come back, Rose, please,” he whispered, searching her face.

She scrunched up her face, still not looking at anything he could see, fumbling in the bag behind her for another inhaler, but they were all used up.

“No, no, no, no,” she muttered, “FUCK!”

“It’s okay,” he said, “Everything is okay,”

She went quiet again, shaking and crying silently. Rose never made noise when she cried. He wondered how many times she’d shed silent tears quickly absorbed into her mask. He reached out and took her hand, he squeezed it gently, she didn’t squeeze back. She was still gone.

He waited while she came down from it, watching her and tracing circles into the back of her hand. He couldn’t recall ever having seen her so upset.

She squeezed his hand, ever so slightly.

“Rose?” he whispered.

She squeezed again, firmer this time. She closed her eye, took a few shuddering breaths, then opened it again. She looked over.

“Eddie?” her voice was hoarse, well, it always was, but it was particularly raw.

“I’m right here,” he gave a cheerful little smile.

“Is it… Am I back? Am I now again?”

“I think so, well I guess I’d say that even if you weren’t. But I’m pretty sure it’s now again,” he felt so awkward around her.

“Shit. Eddie…”

She launched herself at him, throwing her arms around his neck and catching him off guard. He toppled back onto the concrete, with her on top of him. She clung to him and started sobbing. He didn’t really know what to do with his hands, so he wrapped them both around her waist, trying to hold her comfortingly. He could feel her heartbeat, the adrenaline she’d been taking made it sound like a hummingbird.

She kept crying and repeating his name, shaking. He half worried her heart was going to beat its way out of her chest.

“Rose, what’s wrong? Am I going to do something bad? Am I going to hurt you?” he moved a hand up to her hair, doing his best to be comforting.

She sobbed harder.

“No, never,” she whispered, “Eddie you’d never,” the words were clawing their way from her throat, “Eddie… you’re…”

She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t get it out.

“What? What’s going to happen? What’s wrong?” he didn’t want to raise his voice but she scared was scaring the living shit out of him.

She pulled back, sitting up and taking his face in her hands, searching his features for something he didn’t understand. Her eyes were wide and frantic, her hair was a mess.

“Eddie you’re going to die.”

Shit.

He took a deep breath.

And exhaled.

“Yeah,” he said.

“I couldn’t figure out why or how or when, I almost did I was so close, if I’d had just a bit more I could have done it I know it,” she babbled frantically, not listening to him.

“It doesn’t really matter,”

“They’re going to put a statue up, in the hall. Of you. Eddie you’re going to die. I’m not going to be there. Eddie, I don’t go to your funeral. They’re going to honor you. You sacrifice yourself. Everyone’s there. Except me. I’m not there. Eddie,” she broke down again, collapsing back on top of him. He sat up, scooting back from the ledge and pulling her into his lap.

“That’s good, I’m glad,” he said, combing his one of hands through her hair.

She looked at him. Really looked at him.

“Eddie.”

“Yes, Rose?”

“You’re going to fucking die.”

“I know.”

Her brow furrowed, she pressed her lips together.

“Why don’t you care?”

“I’m living on borrowed time anyway,” he shrugged, carefully so as not to dislodge her.

“That’s not true, there’s… I’m sure we can fix it. We’ll find a way. You know the Titans are looking into it.”

“I made a choice the second I signed my soul away. You can’t cheat the devil and get away with it. Time up when I’m twenty, so what do a year or two really matter.”

She looked away, folding her hands in front of her.

“It matters to me,”

“I’m sorry for your loss,”

“Fuck you.”

“Hey, I’m the one dying here, this is harder for me than it is for you,” he tried to get a laugh out of her but she just glowered. Shit, she’s… actually upset. Fuck.

There were a few moments of silence, she moved her arms around his shoulders, leaning into his chest and tucking herself under his chin. Coming down from the adrenaline was making it a pain to sit up by herself.

“Why are you glad?”

“Huh, I didn’t realize you were listening.”

“Answer,” she mumbled into the fabric of his hoodie.

“I guess… well two things really, one of them’s kind of silly. If I get a statue, well I guess that means they truly accept me at some point and I get to be like a real titan. And… if I die for them, it means my life mattered for something. Like… at least I was worth something to someone. Helped someone out.”

“You don’t need to be a martyr…” she slumped further into his chest.

“But if I’m dead soon anyway I might as well be,”

She didn’t really have anything to say to that, so they sat together in silence for a few minutes.

“I love you, Eddie,” she mumbled into his neck.

“You’re high,”

“ ‘am not… I love you…”

She pulled his head down, trying to press their lips together.

“Rose, you’re high. Tell me again in the morning and I’ll believe you,”

“I don’t want to be alone tonight,” she tried to kiss him again. He wanted so badly to kiss her, to tell her he loved her and spend the rest of his life with this savage and untamed woman.

“You can crash in my room,” he said instead.

“Don’t leave me,” she tugged on the hem of his sweater trying to pull it off, he held both her hands in his, keeping them still.

“I won’t.”

“You will, everyone does, I need you to love me Eddie,” she said, more insistently, tears welling up in her eye.

“I won’t, at least not for tonight. Not until the world rips me from you, Rose,” he looked at her.

“I love you, Eddie, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you and I’m too much of a pussy to tell you when I’m sober,” she balled up her fists and beat on his chest as she repeated her mantra, he could tell she wasn’t trying to hurt him though, she just wasn’t the kind of person who could confess something like that sitting still.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow, then you can decide if you want to say it back. When you’re fully back and you can tell then from now.”

“Okay,” she said, “Eddie, I’m tired,”

She slumped forward against him, closing her eyes.

“Yeah, me too.”

He got to his feet, setting her gently on the ground while he grabbed her mask and bag. Then he swept the used inhalers off the balcony. He’d ask her tomorrow to get help, let her tell Cassie or somebody on her own terms.

Eddie scooped her up gently, she curled into him, trusting him to carry her. He took her back to his room. Her hands were too heavy and unsteady to peel herself out of her bloodsoaked uniform, so he helped, lending her a shirt and boxers. He helped her to bed, intending to sleep on the floor but she held is hand. He tried to pull away but she pulled back, making it clear what she wanted. He laid down beside her.

She curled up with her head on his chest and her back to the wall, the aftermath of all the adrenaline she’d inhaled sending her quickly into sleep. He wrapped his arms around her as best he could, hoping that for once she’d be able to wake up feeling safe, and quickly joined her in sleep.

#rose wilson #eddie bloomberg #teen titans #teen titans new earth #the ravager #kid devil #red devil #angst #fluff #implied torture #fanfiction #original #i have... a lot of feelings left over from ye old days of middle/high school #miss rose wilson thank you for my rights #also curse you Liza for bringing these feelings back into my soul #leroiaragorn #asks

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gothamite-rambler · 4 days ago

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Power Girl made the right pick, but sorry girl he's taken

Power Girl (playfully): Hey boys, I need a date tonight. Who wants to go?

Dick, Wally, and Roy all eagerly volunteered.

Power Girl (tapping her chin): Decisions, decisions, decisions.

Dick (smirking): Well, Roy has a kid, so he’s automatically out.

Roy (defensive): What? No, that doesn’t count!

Wally (grinning): He’s a former—

Roy (clenching his fists): I will shoot you with every arrow I have on me right now, and I will not miss if you finish that sentence. Dick, aren’t you with Kori?!

Dick (bragging, leaning back confidently): Open relationship, bitch.

Roy: Wally?

Wally (lying): She’ll understand; I have a freebie.

Roy and Dick (in unison): No, you fucking don’t!

Wally (folding his arms): We do! Plus she can handle me. Not you two chumps!

Power Girl (enjoying the banter, playfully tapping her chin): Hmm… This is tough.

Dick (leaning forward): You choose then. Which one of us is most attractive to you?

Power Girl looked over the man, thoughtfully.

Power Girl: Hmm… what great options.

Just then, Jason Todd walked into the room, breezing past Power Girl.

Jason (slightly out of breath): Hey.

He sank onto the couch, breathing heavily.

Jason: Sorry I'm late.

Power Girl (brightening up): Hello, Jason!

She shoved the other guys aside and made a beeline for him.

Power Girl (biting her lip): Oh my, wow! You’ve gotten hotter since we last met.

Jason (caught off guard, blushing slightly): Oh… uh, thank you.

Roy (shouting): No! No! He’s not interested! Jason, we’re trying to get a date with Power Girl. Just leave.

Jason was still catching his breath, his head hung low. Power Girl's eye twitched with excitement.

Jason (exhaling): Nah, I'm not doing that. I just came back from the gym. I want to relax.

He removed his jacket and reclined back on the couch.

Power Girl (grinning, making her decision): He'll be back at midnight!

She yanked Jason by the arm, pulling him along with her.

Jason (accepting this insanity): Kay, guess I'm going with her!

Dick (crossing his arms): That isn’t fair! Now I’m mad and grossed out.

The next day

Jason Todd groggily trudged to his apartment door after what he considered a strange date with Power Girl—one he did not want to repeat.

He entered his apartment, locking all three deadbolts, but the sound of running water from the shower immediately set off alarm bells in his head.

Jason (muttering to himself): God, I hope she didn’t sneak into my apartment.

Worried, he walked cautiously toward the bathroom.

Jason (tentatively): Hello?

Rose Wilson: It’s me.

Jason (relieved): Thank goodness… Why are you using my shower?

Rose (finishing up her shower): The plumbing at my place is awful and the guy hasn't arrived to fix it yet. I snuck in her, but brought my own soap, don’t worry.

Jason smiled as Rose opened the door, a towel wrapped snugly around her body.

Rose (sweetly): Hi.

He leaned in and kissed her.

Jason (smiling): Hi.

Rose (raising an eyebrow): Where have you been all night? I came over and you weren’t here. Avoiding me?

Jason (looking concerned): To be honest, Power Girl dragged me out for a date. I ended up sleeping with her, but it was kind of mediocre. Are you mad? I’m not entirely sure what we are, but I don’t want to hurt you.

Rose (placing a hand on his arm): Aww, you’re fine. We’re not a couple-couple, just having fun together. We agreed sleeping around if that option arrived is fine. I’m just glad you told me though. Will you be seeing her again?

Jason (shaking his head vigorously): Nope, nope, nope.

Rose laughed as she walked past him, using the towel to dry her hair. Jason pretended to look away from her naked body making her smirk. She walked to him and kissed him again.

Rose (playfully): Mm, that feels nice after a hot shower. And since you’re back , want to have sex?

Jason (grinning): Yes. After last night, I’d rather be with you.

Rose (teasing): You’re such a cheese ball.

Jason (playfully nudging her): You said “cheese ball.”

She smiled playfully, then kissed him while gripping his hair. He pressed his body against hers, happy to be close to her.

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stevesbestgirl · 3 years ago

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Blind Date with Daddy!Zemo

Daddy!Zemo x F!Reader

1131 words

Warnings: DDLG dynamics, age play, references to sexting if you squint, Daddy kink but no explicit sexual content

A/N: Week 4 (albeit a little late) of my D20 Writing Event, found here! Sorry if this is a hot mess.

Then:

“Do you have a reservation, miss?” The maître d gave you a cursory glance, obviously doubtful. In your skirt and collared shirt, you looked very cute, but a little out of place in such an upscale venue.

You glanced around, trying to peer into the depths of the restaurant, but it was all very private. “I’m, um, supposed to be meeting a date here, but I’ve only seen a photo,” you admitted. “I don’t have a name.”

Suppressing a sigh, they didn’t meet your eyes, “What do they look like? We have a few singles in there at the moment.”

You pulled up the photo your friend had sent you on your phone, showing them the screen. The man pictured had soft brown eyes framed by lashes most girls would kill for and immaculately styled brown hair.

It almost looked like the host paled slightly, “Of course madam, right this way.”

You hastily tucked your phone back in your bag and followed them back to a private room, where the man from the photo was seated at a lavishly decorated table. Candles flickered inside shiny silver votives, the flames making the tableware gleam.

He rose, moving forward to meet you as the host bowed their way out of the room. Capturing your hand, he brushed his lips over your knuckles, “There you are, katzchen, I was growing worried.” He pulled your chair out for you, “Come, sit. I’ve ordered already, I hope that is alright with you.”

You nodded, cheeks warm under his attention, “Thank you. I’m sorry I’m late.” You bit your lip as you contemplated explaining.

“Did something keep you?”

You felt your cheeks warm under his intent gaze, “I, um, thought I might be in the wrong place.” Glancing at your outfit, you added, “Sorry if I’m a little underdressed.”

“Nonsense, you look lovely,” he waved the idea away. “And my apologies, I presumed Mr. Wilson would relay the type of venue to you as well.”

“Sam insisted on being mysterious about it. He wouldn’t even give me your name.”

His eyes widened a bit, “Then I find myself caught with poor manners. My name is Helmut Zemo.” He chuckled, “I’m afraid I had a slight advantage, as I know your name already. Thought I must say, katzchen suits you much better.”

“What does it mean?” You couldn’t place his accent.

“It is Sokovian; it means kitten.” He laughed aloud at your stammered attempts at a response, “If you don’t like it, you must forgive me, Mr. Wilson informed me that you were looking for-”

“No, I do like it,” you murmured.

You were saved further embarrassment by the arrival of dinner. It was some kind of pasta dish in a white sauce. Breathing a sigh of relief, you took a sip of your wine.

“Did Sam tell you about my allergy too?” you asked shyly.

He smiled, “I asked him a great deal of questions.” He sipped his wine, “I was eager to learn about you.”

You offered a coy smile, “Why?”

He raised an eyebrow, “Why wouldn’t I be interested in a pretty thing like you?”

“I know my preferences are,” you paused, “Odd to some people.”

“Not to someone on the other side, katzchen. So, why don’t we bypass the unnecessary shame and you call me what you’ve been wanting to, hm?” Your cheeks grew warm again and he tsked when you didn’t respond, “Come now, little one, let’s not be coy.”

Before you could think better of it, the words had left your lips, “Sorry Daddy.”

A smug grin spread over his lips and he took a sip of his wine, “There’s my sweet girl.”

You were embarrassed by his praise, as nice as it was to hear. You’d been ridiculed for being a little so many times that it felt like a cruel joke to get your hopes up. You cast your gaze down at your plate and took a bite of your food.

“Darling, you’ve nothing to be shy about. We have privacy here, I’ve made sure of it.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve just never been able to- well,” you bit your lip, avoiding his gaze.

“Look at me, katzchen.” Reluctantly, you met his eyes again. “Your days of being afraid and ashamed are behind you. I’ve struggled to find someone to care for since my family perished in Sokovia, but I find you adorable and sweet.” He tilted his head slightly, “I’d like that someone to be you, if you are willing to trust me.” You were afraid, but he seemed earnest; you wanted to trust him. “I know you’ve suffered cruelty in the past, but I can keep you safe from all of that, kleine.”

Finally, you offered a small nod of your head and he smiled.

Now:

“Daddy! Are you home?” You trotted down the hallway, unsure if it was the front door or the kitchen staff.

“In my study,” Helmut’s voice floated out of his home office.

Heart skipping, you hurried to his study, pausing in the doorway as he put things away. You squealed, “You’re home early!” You rushed in and hugged him.

He chuckled, “Darling, you know the rules. Where are we?”

You slunk backwards, hands clasped behind your back, “Your office.”

“And what’s the rule for my office?”

“No running or yelling,” you murmured.

“What was that?”

You repeated louder, “No running or yelling.” He hummed and you added, “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

He smiled slightly, “You are forgiven. Now come, greet me properly.”

You crossed the floor slowly this time, coming to a halt in front of him before raising your eyes, “Welcome home, Daddy.”

He smirked, “There’s my sweet girl.” He cupped your chin and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Did you miss me?” Nodding, you leaned in for another kiss, but he held you back with a chuckle, “Should I take that as a yes?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Come now, katzchen. You aren’t in trouble.” He brushed his thumb over your cheek, “Talk to me.”

You leaned into his touch, “I did miss you. And I’m happy you’re back early. Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine,” he chuckled. “I only thought that my katzchen could use some extra attention today, based on all the photos you sent me this morning.”

Your cheeks grew warm, “I’m sorry if I bothered you, Daddy.”

He brushed his nose over yours, “You could never.” He took a seat in his desk chair, tugging you down into his lap, “What would you like to do with the rest of the day?”

“Would you read to me?”

“Is that all?”

You bit your lip, “And can we order in for dinner?”

“Anything else?”

You gave him a sly smile, “Dessert too?”

He grinned, “Perhaps if you behave yourself.”

#helmut zemo #daddy!zemo #zemo x reader #daddy!zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #little!reader #daddy!zemo x little!reader #d20 writing event

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the-bau-quinjet · 4 years ago

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My Name Isn't

Summary: You find out the guys (Bucky, Steve, and Sam) have a bet as to who can kiss you first, so you confront them at Tony's team building karaoke night.

Warnings: some swearing and drinking

Word Count: 3187

a/n: This was inspired by my love of the classic using karaoke to express your feelings trope and the song My Name Isn't by LOVA. I did change the lyric "yours" into "doll" though because it made sense in the story.

"Not a chance, Wilson." Bucky rolled his eyes as Steve walked into the room, unbothered by the familiar sounds of Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes arguing.

"C'mon tin man, you afraid you're gonna lose?' Sam couldn't help but tease the super soldier.

"It's a stupid bet! Steve tell him it's a stupid bet." Bucky stared at his best friend, silently begging for him to agree.

Steve's tone could only be described as exasperated when he responded, "what is it this time?"

"I bet Barnes and Noble over here," Sam stopped talking to dodge the book Bucky threw at him, "that I could get Y/N to kiss me before he could, and he's too chicken shit to take the bet."

"It's a stupid bet!" Bucky was gearing up to throw another book when Steve chimed in. "I don't know Buck, it could get you to finally act on your feelings for her."

Bucky rolled his eyes, responding with his typical denial "I don't have any feelings, punk."

Sam and Steve shared an obvious "this man is lying" look before turning back to Bucky.

"Fine, Cap since Bucky won't take the bet, will you?" The mischievous gleam in Sam's eye shown through as Steve weighed his options.

"It is a pretty stupid bet, but I'm doing this for you Buck." Clapping Bucky on the shoulder, he turned to Sam. "I'm in." As Steve went to shake Sam's hand, Bucky gave in.

"Fine! Fine. All three of us. The first one to kiss her wins." Bucky reluctantly agreed.

"Now, what does the winner get?" Sam posed the question, mischief clear in his eyes.

The first time you had an inkling that something was afoot was your training with Steve and Bucky later that same day. Steve wasn't overly touchy or anything that would make you uncomfortable, this is America's Golden Boy after all, but he kept calling you "honey" or some variation of it. You'd throw a punch and rather than correcting your form in his usual commanding Captain voice, he would feed you a random compliment followed by a "try it like this hun."

You left the gym confused and with more energy than one would typically have after training with Steve Rogers. Luckily for you, Nat and Wanda noticed it too.

"What was that about?" Wanda asked as soon as the three of you were out of earshot.

"I don't have a clue." Your expression of complete confusion was enough to convince the two women you were telling the truth.

"I always thought Barnes had a thing for you. I wouldn't expect Steve of all people to try to mess that up. Especially with how obvious you are!" Nat chimed in. You've never regretted anything more than getting drunk and admitting your feelings for the brunette super soldier to the two women.

"Ugh, are the two of you ever gonna forget about that?" Your question was rhetorical as you nearly slammed the door to your room, but it didn't stop the two women from shouting "not a chance" and "only if you tell him" through the door.

The second time you noticed the weird behavior was the next day. You were running through some basic defense moves with some new Shield agents when Sam walked in with Bucky.

Now, normally Sam avoids you in the gym because he knows you'll kick his ass. All your time spent training with Nat mixed with your advanced perception skills meant you are a force to be reckoned with in the gym. This time though, he asked to spar before running through his typical warm up routine.

"You sure, Wilson? I wouldn't want to bruise your ego any further." You joked with him, unsure of his motives.

"Oh I'm sure, baby. Do your worst."

So you did. You had him on the mat in 4 minutes even, not letting the "baby" comment phase you until later in the night when you were with Wanda and Nat.

"First, Steve keeps calling me honey. Now Wilson is in on it with baby! What the hell is going on?'

The three of you shared identical shrugs, choosing to ignore it for now in favor of girls night.

Your days continued with the random comments from Sam and Steve. Of course, after the first 24 hours you noticed a pattern emerging. The two men would only use the pet names if Bucky was in the room. If Bucky couldn't overhear what was being said, everything was normal, but all bets were off if he so much as stepped in the room. It was constant affection and compliments from the two men.

You were thinking about the pattern you'd discovered, along with what it could mean, when Tony barged into the common room like a man on fire.

He surveyed the room, noting the presence of nearly every team member. The only three missing? Sam, Steve, and Bucky. You had a feeling they were most definitely up to something. "Oh perfect, most of you are here already! I have decided we don't do enough team building. Saving the world is stressful and we deserve to relax, so... drumroll please!" He waited for an extended period of time, until you, Wanda, and Vision gave him a lackluster drumroll. "That could use some work, but I'm not going to let it bring me down. We're doing karaoke! I rented out a bar for tonight, so clear your schedules ladies and gentlemen! We start at 8."

To say he was met with mixed results would be underselling the range of reactions. Nat looked ready to kill him. Thor was so excited, he reminded you of a golden retriever playing fetch. Most everybody else fell somewhere in the middle.

"Y/N, be a dear and let the three stooges know would ya? I don't know where they are and I don't feel like finding them." Tony didn't wait for a response before leaving the room just as rapidly as he entered it.

"I guess that's my cue. I'll be back and we can at least get ready together?" You looked to Nat and Wanda for confirmation before leaving to find Steve, Bucky, and Sam.

You checked Sam's room first because it's the closest to the common area, but there was no sign of life. Steve and Bucky's rooms sat similarly untouched. You went to the gym, the pool, the game room, and circled back to the kitchen but they were nowhere to be seen. Finally, you gave up the impromptu game of hide and seek asking FRIDAY where they were.

"FRIDAY, do you know where Steve, Bucky, and Sam are?"

"Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes, and Lieutenant General Wilson are on the roof." The AI responded so fast, it had you wondering why didn't just ask her 40 minutes ago when their rooms were all empty.

"What the hell are they doing on the roof?" You huffed as you made your way back to the elevator.

"They are the discussing the terms of their bet." FRIDAY's response surprised you. You hadn't meant to actually receive an answer, but now that you did you were curious.

"What bet?" You continued the line of questioning as the elevator rose to the roof access point.

"The three made a bet to see who could get you to kiss them first."

Suddenly, all the pet names and compliments made sense.

"Son of a bi-" You cut yourself off as the elevator door opened, leading you directly to the three men in question. They turned abruptly, clearly caught off guard by anyone coming to the roof.

"Finally. I've been looking for you three everywhere!" You kept the new found information to yourself for the time being. "Tony decided we're doing karaoke tonight. We're supposed to be at the bar he rented out by 8pm." You smiled, taking in the slightly guilty expressions on each of their faces. Even if FRIDAY hadn't told you, it would be painstakingly obvious you caught them talking about you.

"Thanks doll, we'll make sure we're there." You felt the butterflies in your stomach at the pet name, but quickly shut it down. You wouldn't be giving in to their bet that easily.

"No problem, see you boys soon." You winked, pressing the button to bring you back to the main floor. You had a plan to make after all.

"Well, it's karaoke why don't you just sing a song to call them out on it?" Wanda suggested another idea as you all got ready to head to the bar.

"That could work. You just need the perfect song." Nat chimed in, quickly applying some mascara.

"Wanda, you're a genius, and I think I have just the one." You grinned, pulling the song up to play while you finished getting ready.

Upon entering the bar, you immediately started second guessing your plan. That is, until the pet names came out to play. Sam was back at it with calling you baby, and Steve right there beside him with honey.

When you put your name down to sing, Wanda and Nat were right there with you, hyping you up and providing some liquid courage. Four drinks in and you finally felt just tipsy enough to actually follow through with your plan.

With the encouraging words from Nat and Wanda playing through your mind, you walked up to the stage, pulling up your chosen song on the karaoke machine.

You decided to play the beginning of the song off as a coincidence, not wanting to clue the guys in too early.

"One, two, three have been staring at me. It's been going all night."

You made eye contact with Nat and Wanda, fully relying on the feminist in you to knock these guys down a few pegs. By the time the chorus rolled around, you were ready.

Making direct eye contact with Sam, you put as much sass as possible into the next line.

"My name isn't 'baby,' you cannot say whatever you feel like. I am not the things you call me."

Switching your target from Sam to Steve, you kept going with the performance.

"My name isn't 'honey,' I will always do whatever I feel like. Honestly, you don't know me."

Clearly the three of them realized you knew about their bet, but you were on a roll. Switching focus to Bucky, you switched up the words a little bit to put him on blast as well.

"My name isn't... doll. My name isn't... doll."

The girls must have filled in the rest of the group, because you now had Bruce, Thor, Vision, Tony, Pepper, Clint, Wanda, and Nat cheering you on. They were whopping and hollering in agreement with the lyrics.

"We ain't got the time for you messing around so cut the deal."

"Cut the deal!!" You heard Tony yelling out as an echo, shaking your head with a slight chuckle.

"So don't come here and say, 'boys will be boys.' Behind every act there's always a choice."

The three men in question at least had the decency to look ashamed of their actions. Of course, that wasn't enough for you to not put them on blast through another round of the chorus.

The high from calling them out wore off right around the line:

"Do you really think that you can get your way by playing the same game."

Singing those words made you realize exactly what just happened. You held it together, put up a front long enough to get through the last chorus. Singing the last line to Bucky, you felt like your emotions were all over your face. The annoyance that the bet existed. The pain at him being part of it. The love you'd been trying to hide. All of it felt like it was right out in the open.

"My name isn't... Doll. My name isn't, my name isn't... Doll."

You took a quick bow in thanks for all the applause, before running off the stage. You didn't stop at the table with Nat and Wanda, nor did you stop for the three men trying to apologize. You made it outside, running about five blocks before even taking in your surroundings. Noticing a McDonald's, you sent a quick prayer that the ice cream machine was actually functioning before ducking inside.

The team stood with mouths hanging open at your sudden departure.

"What the hell just happened?" Tony posed the question to the group, knocking them out of their stupor.

Bucky was the first to follow you outside, his panic growing when he didn't see you leaning against any of the brick walls.

"Where is she?" Steve asked, spinning in circles right alongside Bucky while the rest of the group filed out the door.

"I don't know!" Bucky turned on Steve and Sam. "I never should have agreed to that stupid bet. Dammit!" Running his hands through his hair, he took off down the street calling a quick, "I'll look this way" over his shoulder.

He moved quickly down the street, keeping his eyes peeled for your sparkly, dark red dress. He looked through the windows of the many store fronts as he passed them. About five blocks later, he was about to turn around, assuming you went a different direction when he saw the familiar golden "m". A memory from about three weeks ago was quick to flash through his mind.

The team just came back from a two and a half week mission yesterday, meaning Tony was bound to throw a party today. It went about the same as most Tony Stark parties go; a lot of schmoozing until most guests left and the team could actually let loose.

You let a little looser than normal at the after party. After the mission required you to pretend to be married to Bucky, you felt like you deserved it. It was getting harder and harder to hide your feelings from him, especially when he insisted on walking you to your room after the party.

In a last ditch effort to avoid any drunk escapades, you asked him to take you to McDonald's instead of your room.

"Please Bucky?" You asked, drawing out the words and adding a small pout for good measure. "I just want a McFlurry and some fries! Please!"

"Sure, doll. We can go to McDonald's." You jumped up and down clapping, hugging him as you praised him for being so kind.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the nicest, most perfect man to ever live. Let's gooooo!!" He smiled at your antics, leading you to one of the many cars Tony kept stocked, not quite trusting you to ride a motorcycle at the moment.

After getting the food, the two of you ate together in the car. You, of course, insisting he try dipping the fries in the ice cream.

Reluctantly, he admitted it wasn't that bad before driving the two of you home. He dropped you off at your door, receiving a whispered "thank you" and a quick kiss to the cheek from you.

He smiled at the memory before walking inside. He found you in a booth toward the back, unsurprisingly dipping fries into your ice cream

"Y/N, I'm so sorry." You didn't even look up when he started speaking, choosing instead to study the m&ms in your dessert. "Really. It was a stupid bet. Hell, I didn't even want to do it, but then that punk and birdman teamed up against me and I couldn't let them do it without me! It would've killed me to know one of them kissed you. It was so stupid and I should've just shut it down. I'm so sorry. You deserve so much more than that." He trailed off, waiting for you to say something.

You gestured to the seat across from you, pushing some fries toward him. "It was a stupid bet."

You waited until his mouth was full before asking "Why would it have killed you?" Watching him nearly choke on his fries was oddly satisfying.

"What?" He tried to deflect the question. You shook your head, passing him a napkin.

"You said it would have killed you to know one of them kissed me. Why?" You looked him in the eye as you ate another fry.

"Well, you see, I... um, maybe have um... feelings." It was his turn to stare intently at the m&ms. He mumbled a quick "get yourself together" under his breath before continuing. "I like you. Hell, I think I love you. I don't know when it started, but suddenly you are all I can think about. I worry about you constantly when your on a mission without me, even though I know you can take care of yourself. I see little things that remind me of you everywhere. Like yesterday, I saw a buttercup on the side of the road and I couldn't stop thinking about the time you spent a good twenty minutes ranting about how spring is the worst season."

Suddenly, you were on a tangent. "Because it is! It's always raining, it's muggy, it's always freezing in the morning and way too hot in the afternoon so you have to carry all these extra layers-"

"I love you. That's why it would've killed me. I don't even want to think about you with another-"

It was your turn to cut him off, doing so by leaning across the small table to kiss him. It was quick, but you still felt fireworks.

"I love you too." Your words were sweet, but shifted when you said the rest of your sentence. "I just have one more question." The smirk on your face made him nervous, but he was more than willing to answer anything.

"What do you get for winning?"

After talking with Bucky, you texted Nat and Wanda to let them know you were okay and the two of you were headed back to the compound. You beat everyone else back, but decided to wait for them in the common area.

Steve and Sam came in with their heads low, struggling to make eye contact.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. We never should have made that bet." Steve started, aware of all the eyes on him.

"Me too. It was stupid and thoughtless." Sam added on.

"It was, but you are forgiven." You reached for Bucky's hand, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Bucky told me the winner of your little bet gets to pick the music for all forms of travel on the next three missions." You grinned at their confused expressions. "Bucky, being the winner, has so graciously bestowed that gift to me now. Get ready boys. I'm talking High School Musical. Hamilton. I'll have the two of you singing Taylor Swift in the shower." You, along with the rest of the team, laughed at their expense. Their grim expressions had you smiling, "oh please, I know you secretly love it!"

"Now, I have to go to bed. I have a date tomorrow." You winked at Bucky before sauntering off down the hall, the cheers of your teammates following you.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #sam wilson #marvel fic #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #tony stark #marvel

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justathoughtfulangel · 3 years ago

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Not Meaningless - New Lease on Life, Chapter 2 (Kai Parker Fanfiction)

Hi everyone! Welcome to Chapter 2 of my Kai Parker BDSM Fanfiction, New Lease on Life.

If you haven't yet, please read this details post. It's very important to understanding the universe I've created for this series.

This is NOT meant to be read as a standalone one-shot. If you haven't, please check out Chapter 1 here.

*not my gif

Word Count: 4,346 words

Pairings: Heretic!Kai x Heretic!Reader; bestfriend!Damon x reader (platonic)

Proofreader: @socio-kai-path1972 (Thank you, darling!)

I don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of character names, but this IS a reader insert fanfiction. I use Rosalie Wilson as a placeholder. Use Rose/Rosalie as a substitution for Y/N.

Warnings: SMUT (Please do not read this if you are not of age), mentions of infidelity, violence, and mature language

Warnings (cont.): light bondage, unprotected sex (be safe, friends!) Dom!Kai, daddy kink, and fingering

The story begins below :) Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it!

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Rosalie's POV:

My fingers glided against the plastic keyboard, glad to be closing the sale of my Manhattan Brownstone. I wouldn’t be returning there anymore. I had no reason to. My gaze drifted to Kai who was sound asleep on our couch. One ray of afternoon sun landed on his face, making his ethereal skin glow. I closed the curtain with my magic very slowly, watching the sunlight get dimmer and dimmer until it disappeared.

It had been three weeks since I’d met Kai and three weeks since I’d been living with him. We weren’t together. Not exactly. True to his word, he hadn’t asked to be with me since that first morning. Beyond a kiss on the cheek or a half-snuggle on the couch, Malachai didn’t touch me. After lying beside him at night, I’d find him wrapped around me in the morning, holding me to his chest. I couldn’t bring myself to complain about it.

I missed him, even when he was right in front of me. I just couldn’t go there again. I was too broken to love him the way he should be loved, and Kai had pain to last a lifetime already. I would not add myself to the list of people who destroy him. Pulling the Afghan blanket I stole from Damon and never returned to cover his chest, I rested my hand on Kai’s hair, smoothing it back just once. Muttering a spell under my breath, I watched as his body sank into the upholstery. If his guilt wasn’t keeping him up at night, it was horrid nightmares. This was the only thing I could do to help – to calm his broken heart – and it was killing me.

After taking in one more tender eyeful, I grabbed my wallet and phone. Our faces gleamed up at me, along with the time: 2:43 P.M. He’d be waking soon, and I wanted to grab us both some coffee before we settled into whatever activity he had in mind for the afternoon. The trip to Bread and Butter Bakery was a short one, just long enough for me to remember my first time there.

“Oh, this place is new!” Damon snickered. “Not quite. This place has been here for around 12 years, which, coincidently, was the last time you were in Mystic Falls.” Rolling my eyes, I ordered a coffee, black with a tiny splash of half and half. “Had you asked me here sooner, I’d have dropped everything and come back, you know.” His lips pressed upwards in a small smile, and he ruffled my hair. “Damon! Public. Watch it.”

“Rosalie! I don’t care. No!” Our banter seemed to elicit laughs from others in the bakery, making Damon gleam with pride. “Oh, be quiet.” I took a small sip, impressed by the quality of the roast. For a small town, this was exceptional. “Told you the coffee here beats anything you’ll find in the Big Apple.”

“Now, that’s a stretch, but I concur.” The chimes above the door jingled then, and I was taken by the sweet sound until Damon said, “Oh look, it’s your new roommate.” He wasn’t very happy that I was staying with Malachai and not with him – he was more protective of me than he’d admit – but Damon always respected my decisions. We’d been there for each other in very dark times, and he knew my tolerance for anguish better than anyone.

“Ooh, coffee. Their cupcakes are kinda sad though.” Kai joined us without invitation, stealing a sip from my mug. “Hey, get your own.” Smacking his hand away softly, I stole my cup back. “How do you take your coffee by the way?”

Malachai grinned cheekily and dramatically cleared his throat before speaking in a gravelly voice, “As dark and bitter as my soul.” Biting the inside of my cheek, I tagged down a waitress. “Excuse me. If you have a second, please get my friend here a glass of milk.” Damon sputtered mid-sip, choking on his lukewarm beverage and laughter.

The memory was warm, warm enough against the chilly November wind. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I glanced at it. It was Kai, presumably worried about where I headed off to. This boy with abandonment issues needed a note if I left without telling him. “Kai? I’m almost home, just went to grab some coffee.” He was flustered and slightly embarrassed. “Oh… Uhm. Sorry.” I touched my cold cheek, unsurprised at the smile that formed every time I spoke to him. “Aww, missing me already?” I didn’t hear his response.

The phone nearly slipped from my grip. My smile was gone. The coffee cups splattered to the ground, staining the smooth sidewalk. “K-Kai, I’ll see you soon.” Hanging up, I swallowed harshly as he sauntered closer. A leering, conceited smirk formed on his face. “Hello, Rosalie.” The expression sent a chill down my spine in the most unpleasant way imaginable.

“Jason.”

Kai's POV:

Waking from sleep always frightened me. It was idiotic, really. Whenever I found myself alone, my brain began spinning horrid false realities, telling me I was still locked up and alone. My thoughts were telling me Rosalie was just a dream, my freedom was just a dream. The first thing I did was call Rose. Hearing her voice was the only way to convince me I was alive. The sound of her was something no mind could concoct; mine certainly couldn’t.

I was a bit mortified, but she was ever-patient with me. The dial tone was abrupt, but I didn’t think much of it. The shift in her mood was a different matter. I remained lying on the couch, staring at the synthetic stars plastered to the ceiling. Rosalie added them, and though I said nothing, they reminded me of our first night together under the stars; they brought me a great deal of calm.

Then, I heard the clinking of keys against the lock. Forcing myself to not immediately jump up to greet her, I rose slowly, waiting to hear her footsteps come in. I felt something else, too. Anger. Despair. Sheer loathing. It flowed from Rosalie in waves, consuming any happiness in the room.

“Rosalie! What’s wrong?” I sat up immediately, letting her approach me instead of rushing to her side. It took much more control than I was capable of. “Why is he here? Why now?” Her whisper wouldn’t have reached my ears had I not been a vampire. Who was here?

“Who, Rose?” She had gone silent now, stumbling over to the couch and just barely making it. I reflexively caught her then, gripping her woolen sweater tightly. Rose was already crying. They were tears thick with resentment and hidden suffering. Her shoulders shook, her body wracking with torment. Rosalie didn’t hesitate to crawl into my lap. I didn’t mind in the slightest, but I froze for a fraction of a second.

I had never held anyone like this, never had anyone rely on me to absolve their pain. I didn’t know what I should do, so I just did what felt right. One hand splayed across her back, fingers spread to cover as much area as possible and soothe her. The other naturally draped over Rose’s legs folded in my lap, and I hooked it under her thigh to pull her as close as possible. There was no thought as to how this crossed the boundaries of our friendship, no thought of impropriety. I just needed her to know I was here for her; I wouldn’t let go.

Her shoulders rose and fell with hastened breathing coupled with choking sobs. Evidence of Rosalie’s pain seeped into my bare neck. Pressing my cheek to her hair, I listened to her cries. Many thoughts rushed through my mind, each one more violent than the next. I didn’t know who it was, and I didn’t know what they had done, but I swore they would pay. They would pay dearly, no matter the cost to me.

Eventually – I didn’t know if it was a few minutes or hours later – Rosalie calmed. The crying stopped, but I wouldn’t dare let her go, not when she was so vulnerable. Fragile, like pure china. One wrong wind could break the strong exterior Rose fronted. She started to slide away from my lap, and my grip on her tightened before reluctantly releasing her. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Rose. Nothing at all.” In what universe would I be upset with her? She was in deep agony, and I was only upset I couldn’t fix it. Cooling my hands with a spell, I pressed my palms against her hot, throbbing, exhausted eyelids. Tension escaped her muscles. “I… need to share what happened with Jason. The whole story.”

Jason. I hadn’t heard the name in weeks, and I could’ve done with never hearing it again. But I shoved the anger back. This wasn’t the time. I would listen to her every word, knowing his existence was worthless the second he dared to hurt her.

Rosalie's POV:

Taking a deep, shaky breath, I reached for the stale glass of water on the table. Chugging down a good half before beginning, I looked into Kai’s eyes. He was subsuming his anger for my sake, and though I was grateful, I wished he didn’t have to. “I met him in the May of 1972.” Shifting away from him momentarily, I closed my eyes and forced myself to recall the memories I ached to forget.

“I was in a very vulnerable place when he entered my life. I had lost both my adoptive parents – my real parents – in a horrible accident. They loved me much more than the human parents who disowned me. The days were solemn, then. Damon had spent months with me, getting me to turn my humanity back on. Once I was back to my senses, Damon left to chase a lead on freeing Katherine from the tomb.

“I was doing everything I could to keep myself alive, even if it felt like there was no reason to live anymore. The only one in the world who still loved me was Damon, and at the time, I thought he could do better without me.

“I spent the hours of the day hiding in the corner of this café in New York. Jason had been a barista there, and I knew he was a vampire the second his fingers brushed mine. He intrigued me at first. Of all the jobs a vampire could do, why would he choose to be a barista? Soon, I started to look forward to seeing him. He’d take extra care when clearing the area near my table, drew cute flowers in my coffee with foam, and never failed to linger and talk to me.” The memories brought a soft smile to my face. Things had been much easier.

“Jason made me feel seen at a time when I felt most alone, and the feeling drew me to him.” I looked anywhere else but refused to look at Kai. If he were to stop me, I would stop. But I needed the catharsis. If I looked at him, my story would remain locked inside me, never to be heard. “We had been friends for over ten years when he asked me to be with him forever. It was a proposal of sorts, I guess.

“I had no reason to say no, but I wasn’t as elated as I should’ve been. I was happy, I suppose, and I did love Jason. Just not the way I should have. I know that now. Nevertheless, it felt nice to have him – to have someone. Things were fine until a few years ago.” This is where everything had gone wrong. Of course, I had no one to blame but myself. “I… I’d been hiding my magic from him for all that time. I had my reasons, but when I finally told him, Jason pretended to accept me.”

I was right not to share my past with Jason. He had taken enough of my dignity from me. “I had given more of myself to him than I had given to anyone ever before. He had all of me, he just failed to tell me he no longer wanted me. Things were rough between us, so I suggested taking a break. I used that time to travel, and he used that time to find a new girlfriend. When I wanted to pause, he was already checked out. I had failed as a girlfriend, and the only one responsible was me.”

The loss of first love was crushing as if the air had been stolen from my lungs. However, it brought with it a sense of clarity. I had stopped loving him long ago, and the realization brought me peace, not disarray. “The only thing I blame on him is the lie. I lied by omission – I admit that – but he lied directly to my face.

“That night, the night we went to the Falls together, it wasn’t Jason that called. His girlfriend took great pleasure in gloating to me about how he had been seeing her for over nine years and how she was the only one for him. Jason kept me around in case my magic could ever be of use to him.” I half-laughed and cried simultaneously. That’s all he saw me as. A tool. A toy.

Kai's POV:

I listened quietly, absorbing Rosalie’s story. Her every teardrop, every tremble, every crack in her voice was a sledgehammer to my heart. She blamed herself for what that motherfucking bastard did. Once her words had run their course, she excused herself from my presence. I think she was trying to mask the trails of salt on her cheeks, and I heard one choked, muffled sob sing out from behind the bathroom door. “Rose? You don’t have to hide. Please don’t hide.”

I felt utterly useless. I couldn’t help. I couldn’t take her pain and bear it for her. I could only listen, and that felt like nothing. When Rosalie returned, heading to the kitchen instead to put a pot of tea on, the ire fueled up within me again. He betrayed her – her, the most selfless, loving creature I had ever known – and now he brought his fucking face in front of her again. If he came to Mystic Falls, he better have come with a death wish.

I approached Rose slowly, not knowing what to say. Tenderly, I wrapped my arms around her and felt her tense under my touch. “Rosalie, I need you to listen to me. None of this was your fault. You had your reasons for not telling him you are a siphon, and he failed to respect them.” Her puffy, tired eyes met my own, and I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

He had her for over three decades, and he must have been blind to fail to see what I saw in her on my third day with her. “He didn’t value what he had, and that makes him the biggest fucking imbecile I’ve ever heard of. Except for Damon, maybe.” That tugged a small laugh from her, and I smoothed her hair back. Grabbing a mug, I poured some tea for Rose before making her sit on the granite kitchen island. “Now.” My fingertip booped her nose playfully. “Put a smile on that face, because I’m about to make you the best spaghetti you’ve ever eaten.”

Rosalie's POV:

That evening, Kai did everything humanly possible to cheer me up. His efforts melted me to the core. Malachai had so much love to give, it was astounding. I could only imagine the mistreatment he endured, the mistreatment that drove his sanity away for a few years. What horrors were evil enough to steal a light so precious from within him?

Right now, Malachai was bringing me along on his adventure to find the best hot chocolate in all of Mystic Falls. My arm was linked with his, and I was listening intently to his analysis of chocolate beverages in different countries. “Hey, do they still make PDQ chocolate mix? That stuff was my entire childhood. The tolerable part, anyway.” My feet came to a stop. Twenty feet away, Jason stumbled out of the Mystic Grill, intoxicated beyond belief. “Kai, we should g–”

“Rose!” Wincing, I watched Kai’s head snap towards the sound. His bicep clenched under my fingers, and I could see how he strained himself to keep his feet grounded. “Is that… him?” Swallowing nervously, I nodded, “Let’s just leave, please.”

“Where are you going, love? Oh, this the boy-toy you were on the phone with earlier?” God damn it. I didn’t have the chance to tell Kai everything about our encounter earlier, so I prayed he didn’t deduce any incorrect meaning.

Kai's POV:

Something fierce woke within me, something outrageously protective. Moving Rose so that she stood behind me, I towered over Jason. My eyes gave him a silent threat. He was either really brave or really fucking stupid to ignore it. “How long did it take you to jump into bed with him?” Rosalie’s breath caught in her throat at the insult, and yet he didn’t shut up. “Listen, Jason.” I clutched the collar of his leather jacket harshly, having half a mind to behead him right there. For the first time in months, I craved to feel blood on my hands.

“I’m warning you. Shut the fuck up and walk away. Now.” He laughed – the motherfucker actually laughed. “Oooh, I’m so scared. You know, she used to be a really good slut for me. Is Rosalie an obedient little bitch for you, too?”

That was it. I broke both his arms and legs, leaving him wailing on the ground. His scream woke something within me, and I wanted more of it. I wanted him to suffer and cry, torture him until he begged for his death. “Kai! Stop… please.” The momentary distraction made this vermin think he had the upper hand. In his attempt to shove me off, he was the one who ended up with my fingers in his chest, clutching his weakly-beating heart. One move and he’d be gone. “Malachai!”

The mortal fear in his eyes brought me great delight. “If you ever try to speak to her again – try to even look at her again – I will rip your heart out and make you swallow it. Is that in any way misunderstood?” He whimpered in fear, nodding like his life depended on it, and I let him go. Taking Rosalie’s hand, I ran to our apartment, feeling like my every vein could explode. Was she still protecting him? After all he’d done and all he’d said?

Rosalie's POV:

My heart tightened in anguish when I saw Kai’s anger. I never wanted to reduce him to that state again, especially not for my sake. The silence was lead, weighing down on both of us. The second the door closed behind me, Malachai pushed me against it. One hand found the lock; the other protected the back of my head as he slammed a searing kiss against my lips. Every movement spoke of desperate possession.

“You are mine; do you understand me?” His lustful growl echoed, sending tingles over every inch of me. He gripped me tightly, forcing me to jump and wrap my legs around my waist without letting me free. He moved away, and his hand touched my cheek with an unexpectedly soft sensation, very different from his voice just seconds ago. “Answer me, Rose.” There was no reason to be afraid, no reason to hesitate. My arms wrapped around Kai’s neck, fingers playing with the strands of hair at the base. “Yes. I’m yours.” For however long you’ll have me.

I was a flame, and he was kerosene. His hot mouth claimed mine again, his tongue encroaching against my own. The smooth wood of the door moved from under me, weightlessness making my stomach light. Malachai didn’t bother with taking us to the bedroom. I felt the leather of the couch under me, his comforting weight laying on me like a blanket. My legs remained hooked around him, and, unabashedly, Kai tore my top down the center, eager to reach the flesh below. I, too, yearned for him.

I didn’t have a chance to fulfill that yearning, though, for Kai took both of my hands and pinned my wrists above my head before I had the opportunity to feel him. “I will claim you as mine over and over and over again until you can’t do anything but scream my name.” Fuck, that was hot. “If you need me to stop, tell me now. I won’t ask again, baby girl.” As he spoke, his lips ravaged my breasts, wetting the silken velvet hiding my nipples. Why would I want to protest against such absolute pleasure? “Don’t you dare stop.” Before I realized it, Kai had carried me into our bedroom, throwing me onto the bed with such speed the bed itself shifted to hit the wall.

“That sounded like quite the order, and the only one giving commands tonight will be me, got that?” His hand clutched my face sharply, not causing me any pain but enticing me just enough to earn a moan in response. “Yes…”

“Yes, what?” If I were to submit to him tonight, he’d have me forever. If he were to ever leave me, it would break me beyond imagining. We had flirted about this before, but this was a point of no return.

No. The point of no return had long since passed. I had belonged to him since the first moment his eyes took mine. I just hadn��t known it until now. “Yes, Daddy.” His snarl of approval was muffled as he ripped his shirt from his body, using it to confine my hands and restrain them to the headboard. “Good girl.”

Then, he looked down on me from above, the blue eyes I love ablaze with passion and wont. “If I go too far, tell me right away. I’m not going to ever hurt you, please know that.” I did know that. Every fiber of my being understood. Momentarily forgetting about my imprisoned wrists, I ached to touch him. He fulfilled that wish without a word and a tender kiss. “I know, Kai. I trust you.”

He took his time that night. His lips seldom left my skin. They first left a mark above my breast, and my mewls of enjoyment egged him on to grasp more of my body. Without warning – I hadn’t even noticed when he made my panties vanish – Kai plunged two of his fingers inside me, curling them upwards. “Look at that… Aren’t you a naughty girl? So wet already.”

My nails dug into my palms with nowhere else to go. “Daddy…” He hummed in response, not halting his masterful tongue as it flicked against a hardened nipple. “Please…”

“Please what, baby girl? I’m gonna need you to be more specific.” Toying with me purposely, he slowed his fingers down, forcing me to beg for more. “More… Please.” Kai chuckled in the heavy dark, sucking on the bud lacking attention. “Not very specific at all, but I’ll let it slide this time.” Then, he gave me what I wanted. His fingers pounded into me eagerly, driving me wild. I lost count of how many orgasms he tore out of me until he’d had his fill of watching me writhe for the night.

Just as his fingers earlier, he slammed into me harshly. Neither of us remembered to put a silencing spell on our apartment, and I was certain my scream rang out into the street below. Kai’s lips covered mine, swallowing the rest of my shrieks of pleasure. His hard length breached every defense, claiming me over and over, just as he promised.

The bed – and my wrists – thrashed under the wild lovemaking. The rapture devouring my senses made my toes curl, and when his sea flooded inside me, I exploded like never before. My mind went numb, having no way to process the outstanding, nearly excruciating bliss.

He, too, was silent and spent. Gingerly untying my hands, Kai soothed the raw wrists with loving kisses. Then, he wasted no time in scooping me into him. Neither of us spoke for a while, and when we did, it was in perfect unison. “That was… amazing.”

Kai's POV:

Though wonderful, tonight was sparked due to my severe envy. “Why did you stop me from hurting, Ja– hurting him?” I wasn’t going to ever utter his name again. “Were you… protecting him?” Rosalie almost giggled, and my eyes narrowed. Nothing about this was funny.

“Oh, Kai, I wasn’t protecting him. I was protecting you.” The jealousy came to a staggering end. “You’ve come so far from darkness and violence, love. I don’t care about saving his life; I care about saving yours. I don’t think you’d be able to forgive yourself for another…” Another murder. She was right, of course, though for him, I could’ve made an exception.

I had been shunned my whole life for something I couldn’t control. Here was a woman who willingly offered herself to me. She didn’t run, nor did she reject me once. She protected me from falling to darkness again, and I would be indebted to her as long as I lived. “Thank you, baby girl. Thank you for saving me.” My Rose just lay silently on my chest, slowly drifting off to sleep. I wasn’t sure if she had heard my gratitude, but I would show it every day.

Long into the night, I continued to lay awake, committing this moment to memory. None of it had been meaningless. The agonizing childhood, the unbearable years in the Prison World, the loss of my family… none of it. Everything had led me to her, and all the horrors in my past suddenly seemed inconsequential compared to the happiness that awaited us.

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This concludes Chapter 2 of my Kai Parker BDSM Fanfiction! Thank you for reading :) Please feel free to leave me any thoughts/comments/constructive criticisms you have.

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emoishcatgirlfriend · 2 years ago

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Porcupine Tree @ Mexico City 2022 🇲🇽 🇬🇧

My. Fucking. God.

Where do I even begin to explain the absolute bliss I felt during the 3 hour long show????

Being Porcupine Tree my absolute favorite band ever and being a big Steven Wilson fangirl, in no way I was gonna miss this show. The whole day was an adventure, though. Sadly, my girlfriend had an accident around 5 am that day and was unable to go to the concert. I went to take care of her the whole afternoon and she told me to give her ticket to someone else. By the evening, her brothers were taking care of her and knowing she was safe, resting and feeling a little better but not enough to leave home, after talking about the situation, I left to the concert. (She's even better by the time of this post, thankfully.)

Arriving somewhere but not here at the venue, I waited for some friends that I told to reunite with me at the entrance, and I met at least ten other friends that I didn't expect to see there, from classmates to teachers and fellow musicians. It felt nice to know more people appreciate this band as much as I do (almost).

I entered the venue a little late, mostly because I was waiting for my friends before going into the Pepsi Center auditorium together, so I wasn't in place to enjoy properly one of my favorite songs from them: Blackest Eyes. I was listening to it as I was walking to my table in the VIP Lounge section, almost at the very front. (I'll never be able to thank my godfather enough for that). Said table was next to a metal railing spliting the general section from this one, where I spent the whole concert in monke mode shaking it, shouting and waving at my favorite ensemble.

After Blackest Eyes ended, Steven took the microphone to formally introduce the show and mentioned they'd play the whole Closure/Continuation album just before Harridan began sounding. That song to me is already destined to be a classic of the band. Such a fucking brilliant comeback, my gaaaaaaaaaawd 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I'm not gonna describe the events song by song, though. You should know, however, that there is a tradition here in Mexico that involves throwing a plushie of the mascot from a popular national pharmacy franchise called "Dr. Simi" into the stage. At a certain point of the concert, one of those flew right into the tour's bassist Nate Navarro, so, after that song ended, Steven asked for more plushies to be thrown at them. Only one more Simi, a porcupine and a mexican flag made it there, to which Steven showed a little comical disappointment.

In general we all noticed Steven somewhat quirky and in a very good mood. The whole band was, in fact. Even Barbieri's cheeks rose one millimeter at one point of the night. Steven joked about having to make an intermission because of them being old. Also, at some other point, he asked the crowd to shout "Happy Birthday Yali" while recording it into his cellphone to show the video afterwards to his adoptive daughter. What a sweet, heartwarming detail 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

The songs they played outside of C/C were Even Less, Drown With Me and Last Chance To Evacuate Planet Earth Before It Is Recycled (not in that order). Love those songs, but when the feels really started to kick in was when Fear Of A Blank Planet began. That album saved my life from eternal mysery of a poor career choice. It felt very intimate.

When I really lost it was with Anesthetize. As soon as I began hearing the guitar intro I couldn't contain myself and I started crying a fucking river. Ugly face, runny nose, shouting the lyrics with no mistakes and headbanging as hard as I fucking could. That song means the absolute world to me. One of my friends had to hug my from how aggressively I was sobbing. I remember that moment and I want to start crying as hard again. I even shouted from the top of my lungs "TE AMO STEVEN" like a K-pop stan. I'm a big dummy for him, I swear.

They ended the show after "playing adult peek-a-boo" with Collapse The Light and Trains, and as if it had been only 30 minutes, the concert was over. Made some impulsive t-shirt purchasing after that and I got an In Absentia one and a FOABP that doesn't fucking fit me because I couldn't fucking read the tag attached to it.

So, yeah. It was a lifetime experience that I am extremely thankful to have lived and shared with my friends, and a memory I'll carry dearly until the day I die. I want to cry again. Hug me, please.

#porcupine tree #adopt me steven pls #steven wilson #gavin harrison #kevin harrison #richard barbieri #nate navarro #randy mcstine #pepsi center #mexico city #2022 #concert #live #spoilers #mexico #CDMX #Te amo Steven 😭😭😭

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badassbuchanan · 4 years ago

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Be Mine?

REQUEST: Could you write something where the reader has never had a valentines so bucky goes all out to celebrate valentines day with her? Like she just feels so loved at the end of it? Thank you💖

Warnings: smut; unprotected sex, fluff, hand job, pussy rubbing, romantic

Word Count: 4884

A/N: I’m sorry, I tried but romance isn’t my strong suit - anyway, happy V day!

I tossed my hand carelessly through my freshly washed hair, trying to make it look somewhat decent as I made my way through the compound. “Meet me by the elevator at six.” That’s what Bucky’s text had said yesterday, and that was the first I’d heard from him since our conversation earlier in the week.

“If you don’t get a better offer by valentines day, we should just do something together.” Bucky suggested as he absentmindedly scrunched up his nose. We’d been chatting over a pot of tea in the kitchen after listening to all of our friends’ special plans for the upcoming romantic holiday. “Otherwise we’ll be the only two in the compound without a date.”

“I don’t really do valentines dates.” I shrugged matter-of-factly, my heart sinking as I felt a soft blush of pink cover my cheeks. Dates in general had always been a touchy subject with me, but especially valentines day dates. I’d never had one. Ever. In my life. And it was embarrassing for me to admit.

My comment didn’t get past the clever brain of the Winter Soldier, a soft frown of curiosity appearing on his chiseled face as he lifted his mug to his lips. “What do you mean, you don’t do valentines dates?” He emphasised the word ‘do’, blowing gently on the hot beverage before taking a sip.

His eyes were fixed on me, patiently awaiting my response as I felt my heartbeat speed up. “I just don’t.” I shrugged innocently under his stare, noticing the little frown lines which appeared on his forehead as he processed my answer.

“You think Y/N’s ever met a guy good enough to take her out on the most romantic day of the year?” Sam’s voice immediately had Bucky’s eyes rolling, turning his head to the side to watch the chuckling avenger stroll into the room. “You’re dreaming, cyborg. Even I wouldn’t try.”

“It’s not that!” I jumped to my own defence, not wanting Bucky to think that was the reason I’d turned him down, because it wasn’t. Bucky and I had been great friends ever since he’d arrived from Wakanda, we felt somewhat connected by the commonality of the enjoyable silence and peacefulness of being alone. Something which people like Sam would never understand. “I’ve just never had a date for valentines.”

Bucky was a selfless guy and I knew he’d only offered to spend his valentines day with me out of kindness. He was an extremely handsome super soldier with a charming personality and a heart of gold. He’d be able to get a valentines date with a beautiful girl with a blink of his eye.

“I guess I’ve never really felt strongly enough about anyone in that way.” I elaborated vaguely, looking between Bucky who was giving Sam a fed up look and Sam, who had grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and was happily leaving the room with a chuckle, knowing he’d done his job of winding Bucky up.

“It doesn't have to be a date.” Bucky pressed his lips together in a small smile, his voice softening as he looked over at me, his steel blue eyes shining bright. “We can just hang out like we usually do.”

I smiled over at him sweetly, thankful for his understanding nature. “Okay, sounds good.” I let out a soft chuckle as his smile widened at my answer, taking another sip of his drink as his heart skipped a beat.

I arrived at the meeting point right on time, deciding to wear a pair of distressed denim shorts with a floral top tucked into them after much deliberation. I was nervous. I didn’t know why, I’d hung out with Bucky hundreds of times before. But it was this damn day putting so much pressure on something as simple as two friends hanging out.

The compound was particularly quiet where the rest of the team had already left for their dates. The silence only made the loud beating of my heart more evident. Bucky still hadn’t shown up. He’d probably found himself a proper date for tonight and forgot to tell me.

“Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y, has Bucky left the compound recently?” I asked softly, fiddling with my hair as I prepared for a lonely night of movies.

“No, Miss Y/N. Sergeant Barnes is currently in the south living room.” The AI answered immediately, the response surprisingly me as I raised my eyebrows. The south living room was an extravagantly decorated room of the compound, hardly ever used other than for special occasions and honourable guest visits.

“Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y.” I spoke as I pressed the button for the elevator, my nerves calming a little as I tried to guess Bucky’s reasoning for being in that particular room. I stepped in the elevator, feeling the metal contraption move between floors. So maybe he hadn’t blown off our date - correction, ‘hang out’. Maybe he’d just forgotten where he’d arranged to meet me.

I stepped out of the elevator and wandered down the darkness of the hall, only illuminated by the soft light coming from the living area. I dragged my fingers along the cream coloured wall absentmindedly, the quiet sound of a song playing made me tilt my head questioningly. “Bucky!” I called out as I neared the entrance to where the AI had informed me of Bucky’s whereabouts.

My breath got caught in my lungs as I turned into the doorway, my body completely still as I widened my eyes in shock.

“Bucky, what’s all this?” I whispered softly, my heartbeat speeding up as I looked in at the busy super soldier standing in front of me.

“Crap, is it six already?” Bucky mumbled to himself as he rushed to light the candle in his hand, placing it carefully on the coffee table. He looked up at me with an innocent smile as he shoved the lighter into his back pocket.

He was standing near the roaring fireplace, the floor almost fully engulfed in rose petals. He’d strategically placed candles and flowers on the mantlepiece and the coffee table, a rug thrown down of the floor with pillows and a bottle of champagne ready for us to indulge.

“Y/N, please don’t be mad.” Bucky begged as he saw the stunned look on my face. I tried to process what was going on, why he’d put all this effort in, but instead, I just stood there speechless. “I know you said you didn't want this to be a date but I just-” “Bucky, it’s beautiful.” I spoke with eyes full of tears, my hands shaking slightly as I stepped further into the room. I’d only ever seen such a romantic gesture in movies, I’d never in a million years expected that one day it would happen to me.

Bucky watched intensely as I walked towards him, his eyes softening into a smile as he realised I wasn’t upset with him. He sighed out in relief, holding his hand out to tug me close to him as I continued to admire the gorgeous set up he’d put together.

“You said you’d never had a date for valentines day,” He spoke deeply, shaking his leg nervously as his eyes stayed glued on me. His hand kept hold of mine as I looked up at him, attentively listening to his words. “Well neither have I.”

“Are you telling me that Sergeant James Buchnanan Barnes, even back in the roaring forties, never had a valentine?” I gasped in a playful tone, although I truthfully was surprised to hear his confession. Bucky was a catch, I would’ve thought he’d have been spoilt for choice back in his youth.

He rolled his eyes with a chuckle, reciprocating my gaze as his fingers absentmindedly massaged my palm. “Well at least I didn’t say I’d never had a date because I’d never found anyone good enough!” He raised his eyebrows accusingly, his lips falling into a sassy pout.

“That was Wilson!” I reminded Bucky with a tilt of my head, a small smile playing on my lips as his gorgeous eyes bored into mine. I felt myself get carried away in the moment, tugging him slightly closer as I admired him.

“I made us some chocolate covered strawberries.” He mumbled shyly, a proud smile on his face as his eyes flickered down to my lips absentmindedly.

“You really thought of everything, didn’t you?” I sighed out contently, walking passed him to sit down on the rug. I crossed my legs and looked up at Bucky who followed my lead, sitting down on the soft material next to me.

I watched carefully as he leaned over to grab the flute glasses in his metal hand, his other grabbing the bottle which he sat between his thick thighs. Bucky’s arms tensed as he pulled the cork out with a pop, the soft music still playing in the background filled the silence.

My heart fluttered as I gazed over admiringly, my fingers fiddling nervously with the blanket beneath us. Bucky’s brows furrowed as he focused on pouring the liquid into the glasses without it spilling over the top.

I smiled maybe a little too widely, catching Bucky’s attention as he looked over at me innocently. “What?” He chuckled with a charming smile, placing the bottle down carefully away from where we sat.

“Nothing,” I smiled back at him, too lost in the bliss of the moment to stop and think things through. I could feel myself falling for him, fast. The vulnerability of it worried me, but Bucky made feel safe. “You just get these cute little lines here when you frown.” I spoke sweetly, lifting my hand to touch between his brows delicately.

Bucky smiled as he watched me, entertained by the mesmerised look on my face. “I think you’re the only person in the world that thinks frown lines are cute.” He chuckled softly, leaning over to hand me a glass of champagne.

“I don't think frown lines in general are cute.” I corrected him, rolling my eyes with a cock of my eyebrow, our fingers brushing slightly as I took the glass from his hand.

“Oh, so you just think they’re cute on me?” He smirked teasingly, watching my face blush pink as he caught me out. He lifted his glass to his lips, sitting closer to me now from where he’d handed me the glass of champagne.

“Gosh, you really love making me blush, don’t you Barnes?” I sighed with a shy smile, sipping the fizzy alcohol as I watched Bucky’s smile widen. His eyes travelled up and down my body as I shuffled to sit with my legs sideways, leaning on my hand which moved me closer to him.

“Hey, can I tell you a secret?” Bucky’s voice dropped to a serious tone as his heart started beating a little harder. I detected a slight hesitation from him as he coughed shyly, his eyes glued on mine.

“Mmh hmm.” I nodded sweetly, my eyes softening as I tilted my head to the side, my finger circling around the rim of the glass as I anticipated his confession.

“When I originally suggested we do something for valentines,” He looked down at his lap nervously, a small smile of his lips as he thought carefully about his words. “I wanted to ask you, you know, not just because we were going to be the only two people without a date.”

Butterflies fluttered in my tummy as I shyly looked down into my lap, trying to hide the smile that had appeared on my face. “What was the real reason?” I asked curiously, my voice softening to match his.

“Well, because I think you’re the greatest girl in the whole world.” He answered deeply, his eyes flicking up to my face just for a moment as he smiled at how happy I looked. “You’re beautiful, smart, generous, accepting, funny.”

“Is this just another way of you getting me to blush again?” I cut him off, teasing him accusingly with a raise of my eyebrows. It broke the tension, Bucky scoffing softly as he took another sip of champagne.

“No, that time was an accident.” His ocean blue eyes caught mine as he responded, both of our hearts beating a little faster than usual at the new depths of our relationship we were exploring.

“You could’ve asked me, you know.” I spoke as I watched Bucky lean over to grab the chocolate covered strawberries he’d made from the table. He looked back at me as the plate lifted into his hand, waiting for me to clarify. “On a date. I would’ve said yes.”

“You would have?” Bucky’s eyes softened as he sat back down, strategically sitting so close that our arms brushed together. He offered me a strawberry after throwing one into his mouth, placing the plate and our champagne flutes safely on the marble base of the fireplace.

“Of course,” I nodded quickly as I ate the chocolate covered fruit, catching any of the excess juice with my tongue. “Bucky, you’re the most loving, kind, handsome, brave, loyal guy I’ve ever met.”

Bucky held his breath as he listened to me speak, the both of us feeling so loved in a world of so much pain. “You’re not scared of me?” His voice cracked slightly as he furrowed his brows into a frown.

I confirmed my answer with a shake of my head, my heart aching a little at the thought of him worrying about people being scared of him.

“I could never be scared of you.” I admitted softly as an intense moment started to build between us, which neither of us were able to control.

I felt the tension between us boil over, noticing Bucky’s eyes dropp to my lips as I instinctively leaned closer to him. I let my hot breath linger on him for a moment before I pressed our lips together.

Bucky’s metal hand immediately rose to cup my cheek, keeping me close as he kissed me back, the taste of strawberries on our lips. I felt butterflies in my tummy as his stubble scratched against my skin, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

I sighed out in satisfaction of his mouth on me, his kisses sweet and gentle as I pressed my palm flat against his solid chest. I felt his pecs move with the rhythm of his breathing, my cheeks flushing a light shade of pink as I felt myself wanting more from him.

He was touching me with such delicacy, as if he was scared he would break me. I shuffled forward as Bucky breathed into the kiss, his hand snaking around to grab the back of my head. He pulled me against his lips harder as my hand slid up to hold the side of his neck.

I parted my lips encouragingly, mimicking his action by tugging him closer by my hand on his neck. Bucky grunted softly into the kiss which was becoming needier with every second.

I whimpered into the kiss, our heads tilting as our lips collided. My palm held onto his strong jaw, his stubble scratching my hand as his metal fingers ran down the side of my body.

I sat up a little straighter which leaned me further into Bucky, the palm of his hand supporting me at my waist. I hummed contently between kisses, Bucky’s eyes falling to where my lips were moving to connect to his again.

I gave him a sultry look as I pulled back from his mouth teasingly, lightly tugging on the thin material of the white t-shirt he wore. Bucky immediately took the hint, removing his hands from me as he pulled the top over his head.

He shook his hair back into place as he threw the shirt carelessly next to him. I couldn’t help but stare at his body in amazement, running my fingers up to where his metal arm fused to his flesh.

Bucky’s lips pressed back onto mine, a small whimper escaping my lips as his tongue pushed its way into my mouth. I felt my wetness seap down onto my cotton panties, sliding my thigh to rest on top of his as he let his hand quickly move over my ass to grab the back of my thigh.

Bucky grunted softly as he tugged on my bare leg, the silky flesh under his metal palm had his cock stirring in his pants. I took the hint, shifting myself to sit straddling the super soldier’s lap.

It was as though all of our built up emotion had exploded in a moment, our touches getting riskier as we roamed each other’s bodies. I let Bucky’s bottom lip sit between mine, sucking on it slowly as his tongue ran over my top lip.

“Is this okay?” Bucky whispered against my lips, our chests heaving as I nodded in response. I closed my eyes when I felt Bucky’s lips travelling across my cheek, leaving little pecks in their path.

I massaged the back of his head, my fingers dug deep in his long hair. I let out a shaky breath as Bucky’s lips reached my jaw, his tongue wetting my skin with his open mouthed kisses.

I tilted my head to the side, granting him more access as my other hand clung to his strong bicep. His metal hand held the back of my neck, supporting me as my body gave in to the pleasure. His flesh hand tugged the hem of my top out of the shorts before letting his palm slide underneath the material.

Bucky groaned against my neck as his hand came into contact with my lacy bra, his kisses getting sloppier as they reached my collarbone. “Tell me to stop.” He huffed out as he tried to control himself, not wanting me to feel pressured into anything.

I shook my head softly as I turned my head to look at him through half closed eyes, overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure and love I felt. “I don’t want you to stop.” I whispered vulnerably, Bucky’s head lifting to look at me with his gorgeous blue eyes.

He leaned in to press his lips back against mine, a whimper escaping my lips as I rolled my hips down onto his. A groan erupted in his throat, his hand travelling back down my body as he gripped the material of my top in his hand.

I leaned back momentarily, balancing myself with my palms on his bare chest as I helped him lift my shirt off of my body.

Bucky panted as he took in my semi-naked body, his hands rubbing the start of my hips needily as he watched me let my top drop on the floor. I leaned my hands back behind my body, making quick work of undoing my bra to let my boobs bounce freely.

I could feel his hardened bulge pressing against the inside of my thigh, his eyes fixated on my tits as he moved his lips onto my chest. I whimpered softly as his hot mouth left wet kisses on my breasts, his tongue flicking over my hardened nipples.

Bucky’s hands hugged my body tightly, pulling me as close as he could as he sucked on my tits. I ran my hand through his soft hair, biting my lip as I closed my eyes in ecstasy.

Bucky’s metal palm slid down to my exposed lower back, holding me against him as he flipped us over. My back gently hit the blanket, Bucky’s large frame hovering above me as he moved his lips back up for another kiss.

My hands slid down his toned chest, over the chiseled abs of his stomach until I reached the button of his jeans. I tugged the waistband away from his skin gently, a little huff escaping his lips as I did so.

I broke the kiss to focus on what I was doing, Bucky’s head dropping into my neck as I popped open the button of his jeans. My head flew back, little moans escaping my lips as Bucky nipped at the base of my throat softly.

My fingers pulled open his zipper, my pussy clenching as I slid my hand into his underwear. My touch was greeted by his hard cock, heavy in my hand. Bucky huffed out softly, his eyes closing as I felt my way down to his balls.

I gasped softly at how big he felt, his lips kissing a strip up up the front of my throat and chin. His lips reconnected with mine as I circled his swollen tip with my thumb, smearing the leaking pre-cum.

I lubricated my hand as much as I could with his juices before wrapping my fingers around his shaft. I tugged on his member gently, feeling his whole body tense at the foreign feeling. I hummed into the kiss, my pussy aching with need as I imagined how he’d feel inside me.

Bucky moaned as my hand jerked him off, his hips bucking to meet my touch as he hovered above me. He kissed me with so much force that my head pressed hard against the floor, softened slightly by the blanket.

I felt his cock twitch in my hand, his hips jolting forward as he tried to control himself. Bucky lifted his flesh hand from the floor and moved it down between our bodies, his fingers tracing down my bare skin.

His eyes immediately dropped to look between our legs, he licked his lips as his fingers came into contact with my shorts. Bucky’s jaw clenched as I squeezed his cock tighter, keeping my eyes trained on his gorgeous face.

Bucky skilfully flicked open the button on my jeans, his lips dropping to kiss me as he snaked his hand beneath the material of my panties. I gasped as he cupped my mound, my wetness leaking down onto his palm.

My fingers dropped from around his cock, clinging to his bicep as he rubbed my pussy. My hips bucked up to meet his touch, needier than ever for his attention. I moaned into the kiss, my tongue flicking his as I arched my back off of the floor, feeling Bucky sit back from where I was.

I looked up at him innocently, all baffled and horny as I watched him hook his fingers into the waistband of my shorts. In one swift motion, but slid my shorts and panties down to my knees. I wiggled my legs, helping him get them off the rest of the way as he sat back on his knees.

“So beautiful.” Bucky mumbled as he looked down at my naked body, his cock standing proudly against his stomach. I bit my lip shyly a I sat up, my arousal dripping down onto the rug.

Bucky crawled closer to me, his flesh hand running up my bare thigh as his cock throbbed desperately for attention. I breathed shakily, my arms wrapping around his neck as he pushes the last of his clothing down his thick thighs before kicking them behind him.

He hovered over my body as I laid back down, now being cradled by the pillows he’d decorated the floor with. I could feel his big member against my thigh, trying to nudge its way into my warmth. I whimpered needily, bending my knees and pressing the heels of my feet against the blanket.

“Just let me know if this gets too mu-“ Bucky cut himself off with a moan, his nose crinkling in pleasure as he felt my hand wrap around his cock again.

I guided him to my entrance, encouragingly rubbing his throbbing tip into my wetness. My hand pulled away when I felt him pushing into me, filling me up with his big cock.

I let out a sensual moan of half pain and half pleasure as Bucky’s lips parted, a shaky breath escaping them as we felt my pussy clench around him.

My thighs clenched too, squeezing around his hips as his thick length slid out from where it was half sheathed inside of me. Bucky was going at a painfully slow rate, sliding his cock a little deeper into me with every thrust.

His lips dropped down onto mine, kissing me gently as he stretched my tight little pussy with his cock. The feeling of his thick length inside me made me dig my fingernails into the muscly flesh of his back.

I whimpered against his lips, my face screwing up in pleasure as he pulls his head back for a moment to admire me before crashing his lips on mine again.

I lifted my legs to wrap around his waist, my hips desperately bucking up to him in need. Bucky used his flesh hand to balance as his metal one ran up my leg, over my waist and up to my boob, squeezing it gently.

I cried out and arched my back into his touch, still in disbelief at how good he felt inside me. His cock filled me up again as he let out a grunt, breathing heavily as his body stilled.

Bucky moaned against my lips as he felt my pussy squeezing his cock, both of us lost in the overwhelming feeling of our bodies connecting. I pecked his lips over and over as he started rocking his hips back and forth slowly, making my tits bounce with every thrust.

His balls slapped against me, the sound filling the room as I let my mouth hang open. Our breaths met in a hot mix as Bucky squeezed his eyes shut in pleasure.

His hips jerked with each thrust, feeling himself rubbing against my walls as my pussy lips hugged his length. Bucky shuffled forward on his knees, deepening the thrusts as he picked up the pace.

I whimpered out softly, the new angle hitting all the right spots as my pussy welcomed his size, his cock soaked in my juices. “Bucky” I breathed shakily as I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly against me. Bucky’s head fell perfectly into my neck, his little grunts intensified in my ear now.

A shiver ran through my body as I inhaled his manly scent, overwhelmed by the emotion and euphoric feeling of the moment. I felt my pussy tingle with pleasure, already close to my high as Bucky fucked his cock into me.

I tugged on his hair lightly when I felt his lips on my neck again, both of his hands pressed into the blanket either side of my head as he nudged his hips forward, sending his cock deeper into me. Bucky moaned into my neck, his cock twitching inside of me as he became overwhelmed with the feeling.

Bucky stopped his thrusting with such a suddenness that my eyes opened, a worried look washing over my face. He panted breathlessly, gripping my hips and supporting my back as he picked me up, sitting back on his knees with me on top of him.

I let out a moan the new angle impairing me on his cock as my arms stayed clung tightly around him. Bucky groaned full of pleasure, kissing me slowly as he started thrusting up into me, using his new position to his advantage.

Waves of pleasure mercilessly washed over me, only being intensified by the way Bucky was watching me fuck himself on top of him. He leaned his head back to watch me, his hips lifting to meet my movements as his arms clung to my body.

His eyes were soft and full of lust, his lips dropped into a pout as he watched me whither on top of him, overwhelmed with pleasure. I moaned with as gasp as my orgasm suddenly took over, my body pulsating on him as I rode out my high.

I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, our tongues playing as he kept me in place despite how my hips were jolting at the throbbing of my clit. Bucky’s face dropped into my neck, his hot breath against my skin as I felt his warm cum spurting inside of me. I sighed out in satisfaction as Bucky grunts, wave after wave of cum filling me up.

He kept me close, our breathless bodies pushed together as we sat there in the afterglow of our orgasms. I’d never cum so hard in my life, the gentleness and love of Bucky’s actions had only topped the experience.

I turned my head and smiled lazily, kissing his swollen lips as my fingers ran through his hair. Bucky reacted by leaving soft pecks on lips over and over, his softening cock still buried inside of me.

“Y/N.” Bucky whispered softly, his breath still warm against my lips as his hooded eyes gazed into mine. “Will you be mine?”

“Your valentine?” I softly asked, holding him tightly as I thought about the coldness I would feel once his body retreated from mine.

“No, forever.” Bucky replied hopefully, making my heart stop as a wave of emotion flooded through my body.

“Forever’s good for me.” I smiled as my eyes filled with tears, nothing but love for the man in front of me as I connected our lips in a gentle kiss. The perfect end to the perfect day.

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