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ynscrazylife · 3 years ago

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can i request hurt comfort with agatha harkness of reader being overworked and has an adrenaline crash and passes out? (i had one the other day bc of some stuff and idk just some agatha comfort with that would be great rn) !!! for your jess celebration! complete congrats btw your so so talented and deserve it sm and i send lots of love:) !!!

Stark’s Assistant | a.h fluff fic

Summary: Sometimes, helping someone too much ends up hurting you. Y/N learns that the hard way.

Authors Note: I’m so sorry that this is so late! I hope that you feel better now ❤️

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Being the assistant to the CEO of a major company in a highly populated city and living with a witch girlfriend in the secluded woods wasn’t ideal, but Y/N made it work. By now, she had mastered the art of broom riding and more often than not, that was how she commuted to work and back everyday. Despite Agatha being glad that she no longer had to wake up at dawn to fly you there at the beginning of your guys’ relationship, she thought back to when you two first met with a fond smile.

The last person she had expected to see wander into Westview was Y/N Y/L/N, the woman who was credited with pulling Stark Industries through the five-year Blip and was recently promoted to CEO assistant. The entire world was mystified by how and why she hadn’t been promoted sooner, but Agatha didn’t pay it a second thought until she met Y/N.

Interacting with her made Agatha notice up-close how pained not only Y/N was, but how everyone was, in Westview. Slowly but surely, the witch had a change of heart. She abandoned her evil intentions and was filled with the desire to save Westview’s citizens.

Not long after had she defeated Wanda was when Agatha and Y/N got to know each other for real and soon, they began dating. Now she spent her days tending to her garden, practicing her spells, and exploring the modern world with her girlfriend by her side.

However, there was one thorn sticking into their bouquet of roses, and it was Y/N’s job. Even though she loved it and it was preparing her to be a businesswoman, it required her to work long hours and take on many responsibilities. Usually it wasn’t that big of a problem, but with Pepper and the company still grieving her late husband, Y/N had taken on even more in hopes of alleviating Pepper’s stress. She had told Agatha only bits and pieces of it, since she knew that if she told Agatha the truth — that she was practically the CEO now — the witch would not stand for that kind of pressure.

It was a Saturday night and Agatha sat at home, a deep frown replacing her usual calm exterior. Y/N had gone into work that morning just to pick up some paperwork, but now she was gone for over half the day. Normally, she’d be worried, but she had kept on texting Y/N throughout the day, and Y/N had kept on promising that she’d be home soon but— oh no! Another thing would pop up that had to be fixed and it required specifically Y/N to fix it.

When the door finally creaked open and the pitter-patter of footsteps came with it, it was nearly 10:00. Agatha looked over her shoulder, but the annoyance in her eyes quickly softened to concern when she spotted Y/N’s state. The woman’s hear was a mess, her shoulders slumped, and her walk resembled a zombie.

“Y/N!” Agatha gasped out, oh her feet and in front of Y/N within seconds.

“‘M sorry Aggy,” Y/N mumbled out just loudly enough so Agatha could hear as she fumbled with locking the door. “I wanted to leave more than ever but people just—”

She turned back to face her worried girlfriend and, in that instant, her voice faded and her legs gave out. Agatha’s eyes went wide when she quite literally collapsed into her arms, and she stumbled back to regain her balance.

A million thoughts and ideas rushed into Agatha’s head at once. She took a split second to calm herself and attempt to think clearly, but that split second was all gravity needed to act and pull Y/N’s body towards the ground. Agatha blinked and, when it set in on what was going on, relied on instinct and used her magic to catch Y/N before she hit the ground. Taking a deep breath, she slowly lowered Y/N.

“Y/N,” Agatha called, getting on her knees and scanning the unconscious woman’s face. When she got no response, she tried again, but louder. “Y/N!”

Nothing.

When her at-first-small-shakes-turned-into-aggressive-shakes did not do the trick, Agatha was forced to take a step back before she dislocated Y/N’s shoulder.

The first thing that came to her mind was the need to wake Y/N up, but obviously that wouldn’t be happening right now. So, she used her magic to do a health scan. When it was confirmed that Y/N had passed out due to an adrenaline spike, lack of food, and dehydration, it caused Agatha to think on the cause exactly.

But that didn’t take a genius to figure out. She knew from the moment Y/N walked in that she was exhausted, and while Agatha always had a small worry that Y/N would be overworked, she didn’t think that it could or would happen.

Nonetheless, she lifted her limp girlfriend into her arms and, with a small huff, rose to her feet. She made sure Y/N was secure and wouldn’t drop like a rag doll before carrying her to the couch and laying her down gently.

The brunette sighed as she lowered herself into a chair, eyes fixated on her girlfriend so she wouldn’t miss any sign of her awakening. After a couple minutes passed of the witch being unable to sit still, she decided to make herself useful and cook Y/N her favorite meal, so she had something to eat when she woke up.

Every time she could, she’d scurry back into the living room to check on Y/N. And every time her heart dropped, as she remained still as a statue.

Just as Agatha was bringing the now cooked meal and a glass of water out to the living room was when Y/N decided to stir. It caught her off guard so badly that the normally composed woman almost tripped and spilled the food on her girlfriend! Thankfully, she caught herself, and hastily set the items on the coffee table before bringing her full attention to Y/N.

“Agatha?” Her girlfriend croaked out, her eyes hazed over with a fog before she blinked it away.

Agatha’s arm snaked back instinctively and her fingers found the glass, eyes never once leaving Y/N’s face. She brought the water to her lips.

“Small sips, huh, small sips,” she murmured when at first Y/N leant forward to gulp it down.

Y/N listened and, when she was finished, relaxed against the couch and let out a satisfying sigh. After a couple of seconds within her thoughts, she met Agatha’s eyes. “I passed out?” She guessed, the guilt already seeping in.

Agatha hesitated and then nodded. “Yes, but we can talk about it — and your work schedule — later. Right now you need it eat,” she said, and stood up to grab the plate and situate herself on the couch next to Y/N.

Y/N nodded and pulled the plate into her lap, resting her head on Agatha’s shoulder. “Can we watch a movie?” She asked in a small voice.

The timid question made Agatha grin. Her girlfriend was adorable. “Of course,” she said, and pressed a quick yet meaningful kiss to Y/N’s forehead before grabbing the T.V remote.

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athenamgh · 4 years ago

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DON'T FORGET ME - #I

a/n: veryy veryy old idea.. lets see if smth good of it will come out... btw it will have at least two parts

paring/s: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

summary: two broken hearts need to heal each other.. but will they..

warning/s: tears, angst, fluff (i am soo not sure....)

word count: 1.7k

Chapter I | Chapter II

Natasha Romanoff MASTERLIST

You slowly opened your eyes and they met the dark ceiling. It seemed it was still an early morning because the room was still sinking in the dark. You slowly turned your head to the side, your palm brushing through the empty space aside. Suddenly, you tightly clenched the sheets in your fist, closing your eyes strongly.

You slowly opened your eyes and they met two beautiful forest green orbs. Before you could notice your body was already acting in it’s own way, your face spread a bright smile. Natasha was looking at you with those dark green eyes, you could drown in, her hair messy due to the sleep, made her look even more beautiful whenever.

You gently brushed the loose strand of hair, whispering “Good morning gorgeous”. A soft smile spread her soft lips and reddish crawl up her face. She was about to cover herself, to hide her face with sheets, but you gently caught her wrists. “Don’t you dare to run from me”.

Natasha looked at you with a challenging look “Or what?”. Your face crept up a smirk, you quickly brought your hands to her sides starting to tickle her.

The laugh filled the room. She was trying to defend herself, but your hands there faster running across her body. “Okay, okay,” she giggled, “stop now, please” , but you didn’t want to let her go so easily.

“Say, that you won’t hide from me ever again”, Natasha narrowed her eyes slightly, her lips spread a wide smile, she nodded. Romanoff wrapped her hands around your neck, looking deep into your eyes, admiring the pure affection sparking in them.

“I would never want to be apart from you y/n”. You felt her hand brush your cheek, then slim fingers ghosting your bottom lip. All this time your eyes didn’t disconnect even for a breath second.

In a moment of surprise Natasha swiftly flipped two of you over, now she was on the top straddling your waist. You widely smiled at her tricky move, lifting yourself up on your forearms “I will never be able to stay away from you, huh?” you asked, astonished.

Natasha leaned forward for a moment with a mischievous smile, placing her index finger on your bottom lip making your tongue brush it lightly “Well, that’s the plan, dear..”.

You lifted your eyebrow playfully, “Oh, really?”.

“Mhm,” she giggled, now shaping your strong jawline with her finger.

“Well, then how about we make it even, huh?.” Her lips parted, her tongue liking her bottom lip while looking up at you. “You will never be able to get me out of your head,” you said with such a low almost husky voice.

She leaned her head to the side slightly because of your statement, from her eyes you could tell she was intrigued. “And how would you possibly do that?” she said seductively.

Suddenly you lifted yourself up from your elbows making her sit down in your lap. A gasp escaped her lips at the sudden closeness, her hands resting on your chest. You looked at her deep green eyes, analyzing every detail of it. While your fingers ghosted the side of her neck, then lingered at her collarbone. You noticed she was holding her breath, looking stunned at you. At this moment Natasha Romanoff only belonged to you and you only belonged to her. Then, with both of your hands, you gently took the sides of her face. Bringing her closer to you, one of your thumbs brushing the soft skin of her cheek, your lips inches apart, but before they could touch one another, you whispered, “This…” and your lips blended together into a perfect kiss.

You shot your eyes open. Sweat covering your body. You sit up in the bed crawling into the ball. Your hand now tangled in your hair, cheeks riding down salty tears.

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It was a late evening. Moon step by step climbing up the dark sky to settle in for a night. The room was quiet, just the sound of the light rain tears from time to time interrupted the comfortable silence. Natasha was curled up into the ball near the window, her eyes lost somewhere far in the distance, guarding something or someone.

The sudden movement inside of the room interrupted the peaceful, but gloomy atmosphere. “You know, you need to leave your room sometimes,” Steve’s voice reached her ears.

“You know, it wouldn’t hurt if you knocked sometimes,” Natasha said without turning around.

“You are becoming a hater, Nat.” this time she just ignored his comment, drowning somewhere deep in her own world.

Since the day Steve has met Natasha, he kind of promised himself he would do everything he can to protect her, of course, as everyone else who was part of his life. Natasha for Steve was such a dear friend and he hated so much seeing Nat like this: broken, hurt, lost. And there was just so little he could do to lighten the Romanoff’s pain.

“It’s been months Nat”.

“And it seems like nothing has changed…” Natasha’s voice almost sank into the whisper.

“She is still on your mind, isn’t she?” Natasha turned around, brushing the tear sliding down her face. Her eyes reddish and cheeks stained with tears. “And it hurts too?”

Taking a deep breath Natasha parted her lips “If I didn’t feel the pain, maybe it would be easier to forget? Forget how good it felt, how bright and beautiful everything looked, how sweet it all sounded, to forget it all...” Steve’s face softened, he came up to Natasha, sitting beside her.

“Nat,” he stopped for a moment, thinking. “They say with time the pain fades away, but they always forget to mention how in fact long it takes to finally feel it calm down even a tiny bit. It seems the pain gets more and more powerful with every day until it almost claims you completely.” Natasha’s gazed down, her hand tightly clenching the blanket.

“And there is nothing. Not even the shining armor you suited yourself to protect your heart or giant walls you built around to save yourself from pain, will hardly defend you from what your heart desires.” Steve continued. “And even then all the pain fades away, you won’t forget it. It will always be in the back of your mind and heart, lingering there and never fading away.” He reached to take her hand, squeezing it tightly for a moment and letting it go, making Natasha to look up. “Because Nat, you can’t just stop loving someone who you fall for so unconditionally. Your heart will never forget someone who once made you truly happy.” Steve saw how the last tear rolled out on Natasha’s cheek.

“I knew you were sentimental bastard, but not that strong” she said jokingly and Steve for the first time in month’s saw her lips spread a tiny smile even if it was for only a moment.

“What should I do?” she asked, her eyes filling with new tears again.

“Natasha, only you can decide what to do, what or who to choose.” She barely nodded. “Now, get some sleep, a long day is waiting for you tomorrow,” Steve said while walking towards the doors. He was about to exit, but Natasha’s voice stopped him, making Steve turn around

“Thank you, I don’t think I say it enough”. Steve gave her a soft smile before leaving.

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The sound of someone entering the small grocery store interrupted the soft music playing in the background. You were standing in front of one of the shop shelves, searching for the right ingredients for dinner. It was probably a good idea to make at least one home meal. Instead of buying pizza or any other meal that you could possibly order directly to your apartment.

You were about to grab a serial box, but suddenly you heard a familiar voice. “Y/n?” you turned to your right, recognizing the person.

“Oh, Wanda” you greeted each other with a warm hug. “What are you doing here?” You shook your head a little, “I mean, obviously you are in the grocery store because of the food.”

Wanda released a small laugh, “Yeah, that’s how it kind of works. Or the shop just convinces you that you need something, even if you really do not.” You chuckled lightly agreening.

Wanda stepped closer to you, reaching to crease your left arm “So, how are you doing?”

You glanced down “You know, I would say that I'm okay’ or ‘Everything is alright’,” You looked up at her, facing her concerned face “But I know you know me better than that, so I would just say… I don’t know, I really don’t know.” Wanda nodded slightly

“I hope everything will be okay soon.” You nodded, barely smiling.

You shook your head a little, asking “Less about me, how are you and the avengers?”

“They are good. Nothing new lately, just a few missions here and there, everything as usual. Thor is too busy being a badass and worrying about his hair, Tony and Bruce working on some kinda project that I am too confused yet to talk about, I keep myself busy with training stuff and helping Steve and Nat.." Wanda's voice cut off at the last name, realizing what she said, you heart skipped a beat at the sound of the name that left Wanda's lips.. After a moment more Wanda continued ''Everyone is just keeping themselves busy, ever. Long story short everyone is okay”.

“Not all happy, but okay” she added, listening to her last words made your heart ache even more. “We miss you, you know?”

You smiled with a small smile at her words “Yeah, I miss you too guys..”

Wanda looked at you for a moment “Would you come to the party tomorrow that Tony is throwing?” You looked at her hesitantly. “Come on” she pushed you shoulder. “We would love to see you”

You looked at the ground for a moment, trying to collect your thoughts. “I’ll promise to consider it,” you said, looking up at Wanda.

“That’s all I need” her lips spread a wide smile. “I see you there!” she said walking away. You rolled your eyes at her playfully.

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As you stood in front of a mirror smoothing your palms over the small wrinkles on your dark velvet suit, the only thought that was lingering in your mind was how desperately you wanted to crawl up in a ball in your bed and just stay like that forever. You didn’t want to go to that party.

~~> |Chapter II| <~~

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kaito-is-baby · 4 years ago

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The 6 stages of grief

Levi Ackerman x fem! Reader

Death

I had an idea about Levi facing every stage of grief after losing Isabel and Farlan and he takes it out on the reader, one of the few survey corps soldiers that survives that expedition and Levi blames their death on her. She understands what he is going through and tries to help him get to acceptance. I will split this on 6 parts, one per each stage

Part 2

Btw, I will write each part from a different point of view, this one is the readers one and being honest, there is barely any Levi content here but the second part will be his pov and I promise something better!

Death

Riding your horse towards Wall Rose you went over Erwin's instructions once and again, barely perceiving the path you were riding through

He commanded you to make sure that the incriminating proofs of Nicholas Lovof's dealings with the Lang Company and his plan to redirect the expedition's funds to the Military Police were successfully sent to Premier Dhalis Zachary

You still couldn't understand why. Commander Erwin trusted you, no more than he trusted Hange, but they were much more necessary on the battlefield than you and he couldn't ask them to do this simple mission, you understood that

And after Erwin explained the details about it you also saw that Hange was not discreet enought for this assignment

From what you did catch out of the brief information your commander gave you, you understood this had to be kept between you two

Still without understanding his motives you fulfilled his quest

Premier Zachary had always scared you but still you managed to salute him properly, hand him the documents and leave without being discovered by Lovof. You were quite cautious to not rise any suspicious, claiming you wished to inform him about last week expedition and it's costs as a comand from your comander

Erwin had told you about Lovof plans and the fact that you probably would have to be the one handing them to the premier but you did not expect it to be now. It was too soon

You noticed something odder once you came back to the military base

Once you entered your commander's office you saw it

The very same documents you had just dispatched were resting on Erwin's table

"I successfully accomplished your mission, Commander"

"Great, get some rest, we have to patrol inside the walls tomorrow"

"Inside the walls? Isn't that the Military Police work?"

"It is, but we have some things to work on there"

"Oh" you paused "alright"

Everything was so weird for you right now, those documents weren't meant to be sent now, there was a pile of papers that clearly were imitating those very same documents you had on your hands no more than a couple of hours ago and now patrolling streets? Something was off

"Can I ask you something commander?" Erwin nodded

"Why do you have a copy of those documents?"

***

You were now chasing 3 kids on those very same streets Erwin told you to patrol

To be honest, none of them were kids, 2 of them actually seemed to be older than you and the girl... she was a child but you had seen kids with more abilities than any adult before she could be one of those

But they were only kids to chase for you, a soldier who usually killed titans

Or so you hoped

They were good

Better than many of your teammates and maybe even better than you

Okay, yes, they were better than you

But as Erwin had predicted they let you caught them

You encountered the girl and fought against her

Maybe you could have won in any circumstances but you were sure she was letting you win right now

Just as Erwin had told you they would do

You brought the girl to were your commander was fighting and so did your teammate with the second one of the thiefs

And the black heared one gave up although he had won against Erwin

Erwin forced them to join the survey cops knowing well their intentions

Both of you did

He had explained to you why he had those false documents and why would you go inside the walls

He knew Lovof was paying those thiefs to kill him and get back his incriminating documents

You told him to just arrest them for their crimes and that way they wouldn't be able to kill him

But as soon as he told you they lived on the underground you were in

You had spend some time down there too and you couldn't blame them for any of their crimes, not even attempting to kill the man you admired the most

Erwin made sure those documents were sent to the premier and he assured you he would not die, he would instead give those kids a way to be alive and out of that place, join the survey corps

You agreed, Erwin was, as always, absolutely right

Or so you hoped

***

Days came by and as much as the three underground strangers hated the survey corps you grew attached to them

Especially Isabel

She had to sleep without, what you had understood, were the most similar thing to a family she had ever had

So you took her with you, sharing a bedroom with two of your usual teammates and the sweet new girl

And even althought she was not willing to make any friends out there she was too outgoing to not get quite attached one to each other

Farlan, the second one who spoke the most was less friendly but at least you always found him funny, to be on a crucial mission they weren't specially good at passing unnoticed

Excepr for the black haired one, he was very good at it

But his difficult temperament and his impressive lack of manners made him stand out sometimes

Not that he wasn't polite, he was quite polite and incredibly clean, you found out about that when your whole bedroom got completely changed because Isabel slept there, and he spoke to her so that bedroom had to be clean

But he wasn't good at respecting others

Erwin being the less respected one, of course, he meant to kill him

And you were the one to supervise them

Yes, you had grown attached to them but the real reason you were always trying to be near them was so that, if Erwin was wrong, you could kill them before they took the commander's life

You really did get attached to Isabel however, she was like a little sister to take care of but you had your own duty as a survey corps soldier

And even more as the only one apart from Erwin to know about this

***

You wished you had been the one to kill them, at least that way you would have made sure none of them had to grief the others. At least, that way, they would have tried to kill Erwin and they would have deserved to die. It would have been their lives against the Survey Corps Commander's one

But that wasn't the case

The very first mission they took was also their last one

Or better said, it was the last one for two of them

When Erwin's team, which you were part of, finally got to help there was no one to help

Only a silhouette between rivers of blood

Sobering over corps

The very first thing you saw clearly were Isabel eyes, looking at all of you, with no body following her neck

You soon understood what had happened

Things were fast, really fast

Before you could think about it you were trying to kill Levi

Erwin stopped you and told Levi about how he had already sent those documents, crashing even more his spirit

Erwin fulfilled the promise he had made to you, and he gave a new life to the only one of the three who survived

"You didn't need to attack him, he wouldn't have killed me, it was better talk to him about it" Erwin told you on the way home

But you hadn't even noticed that Levi was trying to kill Erwin

You were trying to help Levi

You had gone through this more times that you could remember, you had stupidly told to yourself that you would give those three a better life than what they had and after losing two of them the only way you found to give relieve to third one was a quick death

But Erwin stopped you, Levi accepted to join the Survey Corps and you had to figure out how to help him without a blade

You had passed throught the 6 stage of grief too many times at this point, you could not help Isabel or Farlan anymore but you sure could support Levi through it

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paper-cuts-and-fresh-bruises · 4 years ago

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So once again I’ve taken my time to collect my thoughts because wow, I am all in the feels right now (warning, long post). First things first, I am so oddly HAPPY that they didn’t give us a Nancy and Ace kiss, because beforehand yes I was wanting it and by all means I still do, but it made so much more sense with how everything played out. Plus, the proximity Nace had in the dreamscape was immaculate, and when dreamscape Ace said “knock ‘em dead”, oh lord that knocked me dead for a good minute. Plus, we’re in it for the slow burn, and part of that is letting it unfold naturally and gradually, not forced by circumstance or manufactured; make no mistake, the writers are invested in giving us everything we could want and more, but they know how to do it without falling in too deep into the rabbit hole, they have to take clarity in real time, we can only do that after the fact. I personally find that for once the writers know me better than I do, I’ve thrown out theories (some I’ve shared on here and some not) that I’ve had into the void with varying levels of accuracy, from none, to partial, to spot on (this last one being more rare personally). And honestly, I’m actually quite comforted at the moment with my trust in what the writers will do just in general, but obviously especially with Nace. For now I’m living on Kennedy’s words “just let it ride baby”. Plus, season 3 is the place to be for it to flow naturally like a river, give us that progression and have it happen.

Another Nancy x Ace feature I loved was Ace’s tendency to be more touchy (literally) and drawn to Nancy in the finale, because although make no mistake Ace has had numerous moments through the season in terms of his journey towards Nancy, Nancy has definitely been a bit more loud on that side of things although it does make total sense for the both of them. Nancy’s near death experience was definitely a catalyst in the journey for Ace to acknowledge those feelings, I mean the eye contact when Nancy woke up was astoundingly loud. Also, going back a bit for a second, aside from the fact I am so glad that Nancy dumped the dumpster fire that is Gil, I am also so giddy at what Ace said to Nancy because it was so sweet but I also adore his clear affirmation to Nancy that she can do it and that her breaking up with Gil was all her, she has the strength and as can be seen she proved that. Also quick note, aside from the back rubs and hand holding, his concern when the blood was draining, MY HEART. On top of that his “I feel like I left something behind” is giving me everything, and btw I can give you an eye witness description Ace, plus any additional info if you’d like. Coupled with Nancy’s speech she was rehearsing at his door, the girl has it bad for our boy, he just needs to gain clarity in return.

Other things I want to mention, I know we kind of talk about who Nancy’s gonna be with next but I’m gonna throw it out there and say no one, at least not until Ace comes along, at which point they play the game of awkward interactions and figure things out. The Nancy we’ve known up to this point has jumped from guy to guy, but we understand at this point that that’s down to her avoiding her trauma, which she’s now not only in charge of but has to face head on, which means not diving into just any guy’s arms, she understands at this point that it’s not healthy and it’s not helpful. As a result, I think she’s gonna fuel her time with other things; this will obviously include investigating, but maybe even hanging out at Ace’s house whilst he’s on the “romantic” trip (also I really don’t like Amanda defending Gil, I can understand defending family to a certain degree, but girl “he got dumped for no reason” is complete bs, did you even ask or just assume? Ace is right about all he said, and as someone with a brother myself I’ll say it doesn’t take having a sibling to know that, you didn’t even acknowledge Gil’s toxic behaviour properly when Ace called you back). I feel like even though Ace encouraged the trip that he’s already not feeling it, because his feelings are elsewhere *hint hint* right now, it’s more of an excuse to run from what (or who) he’s feeling different about, but when he returns we’re gonna get a lot of juicy content (I don’t think they’ll waste much time doing this for season 3).

The episode really went there, addressing a lot but not making it feel rushed. Which whilst we’re on the subject, aside from Nancy’s whole ordeal, it’ll be interesting to see if maybe there’s a solution for finding a way to separate George and Odette (I’ve had this theory in my head that Temperance might be the devil they have to make a deal with), though if they do I want it to be a case of Odette being freed and her moving on, because Bess deserves to find someone (as they hinted in the interview for the finale) and not just be dragged back because whilst it was cute for a bit, the whole Odette thing was definitely messy regardless of her noble choice to not resurface again, but also give George her life back where she isn’t having to rush milestones and Bess can get the screen time (which btw I think they deliberately scaled her back this season to serve the other plots better so that they could do more for her in season 3, to give the writers credit where it’s due). Another thing, from the interview as far as the Bobbsey’s are concerned, as far as I know they’ll be taking a backseat, which has me intrigued as to how they’ll be used if they do turn up. On top of that, I loved the reference to Nancy and Ace’s feelings as “nothing casual” which leads me to the last bit of this long post (I will likely make more posts but I’m trying to control myself).

For the longest time I’ve shipped Nancy and Ace, like day 1 type stuff. And part of me just thought it was my brain working overtime and wanting it to be that way, especially when season 2 rolled around and we got all this CONTENT. It could’ve been the writers just latching onto us. But as it turns out I and the rest of us Nace shippers have been right in what our eyes saw this the entire time. They looked at Ace (Alex Saxon) as a love interest for Nancy (Kennedy Mcmann) the moment they had him cast. It’s such great validation because in season 1 amongst other scenes, especially when they went to the library and there was that look between them when they read the emails, I was like...am I? are you seeing this? the seeds were being planted. Anyways, that’s all that’s on my brain right now (surprise surprise), nevertheless I can’t wait for what’s next overall, but obviously I and the rest of us will have to. Luckily though it’s not a whole year we have to wait so we are truly blessed. Looking forward to what’s in store.

#nancy drew #nancy drew 2x18 #nancy x ace #nace #amanda bobbsey #alex saxon #kennedy mcmann #Thoughts #there's so much more #i had to get this out of my head #i love my ship #i love them all

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rotten-rodentia · 2 years ago

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Angry ranting

Yesterday I missed a dose of my meds, and I got triggered by seeing one of the ppl involved jn the divorce last year and went spiraling into trying to find info on all of those ppl which just upsets me more

And since I hadn't taken my meds, my brain wouldn't chill for even a second And then I was kept awake bc I was hungry as hell.

Fell asleep at 5 am, woke up at like 9:40. Less than 5 hrs

Filled out a bunch of medical info I need for my endocrinologist, and tried to order my insurance card for another damn hour on the phone with a robot

Got contacted by manager asking if I could clock in extra early for the 3rd time this week, usually I'm like hell yeah extra money but I'm glad I didn't go to work early

Work was so damn busy today that I didn't get to cleaning the lobby until it was almost time to close anyway. Both trashcans were overflowing and there was a huge stack of trays, I started taking out trash so it would STOP overflowing but then right on time to piss me off some customers come in and I HAVE TO HELP THEM CUZ THATS ALSO MY JOB but I had to finish the trash

But if I make them wait, then I suck at my job cuz were fast food and its totally my fault that I'm the only person in charge of cleaning the lobby, 3 bathrooms, serving indoor customers, serving call in and online orders, And serving Doordash which also pisses me off cuz we'll get several Doordasg orders and the drivers like to come in super early and just stand around, or sometimes leave if we take too long. BUDDY THW APP SAYSI HAVE 15 MINUTES TO MAKE THE ORDER, I'M NOT LATE UR FUCKING EARLY. But also sometimes I am late, BC INDOOR CUSTOMERS ARE PRIORITY.

Anyway why the fuck are jobs like this? Why am I doing the work of multiple people just bc my boss wants to keep the percentage of labor under 25%?

They always schedule 1 lobby cashier to serve customers inside/doordash/call in/online orders, and 2 drive through bc drive through is the busiest

Oh and guess who has to stock all the drive through sides too?the ones for easy grabbing in the fridge? FUCKING ME.

Sweeping the lobby and the kitchen, scrubbing off the front line and the display windows, OH AND IM A BACK UP DISHWASHER.

And then my dad can't pick me up and wants me to somehow uber both me and my sister, who is at a completely different location and got off work at a different time.

Oh and apparently that one coworker who goes "Deadname this needs done" when I'm in the middle of doing something she already asks, every single minute she does that, not only is that one of the reasons other coworkers don't like her (the nagging instead of waiting for us to be done with something or even just writing a list), but our coworkers have literally corrected her on my name and she still does it. She's not even a manager either and she just bosses everyone around cuz she was SUPPOSED to train us (which doesn't happen at this establishment btw)

Highlights of my day: I saw a planned parenthood worker which just immediately made me happy, and I told her how much I appreciate them and she said that made her day bc usually when someone notices the planned parenthood logo they think or say bad things about them. Also my uber driver had a van decked out in halloween decorations which was awesome, she's my favorite uber driver now. It felt like riding with family or a friend she was so sweet

#max #rant #angry #ik I'm so overstimulated #actually autistic #adhd

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chuckbass-love · 4 years ago

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can i request a super smutty one shot of chris evans and hes obsessed with doing anal and it's the filthiest hottest thing ever ??? i love ur work btw :))

Hi lovely anon, thank you so much for the request and i really apologise for the delay. I’ve been working on a couple other things and obviously Christmas time has been hectic too. However, it’s here now and i hope you love it. Also thank you reading my work, your support means a whole lot and i really appreciate you🥰

A/N: Not written smut in a while so please give feedback as i’m anxious and worried that this is shit. Also, part 5 for Only Love Can Hurt Like This will be out soon. So strap yourselves in for that.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language, FILTH, anal fingering, anal intercourse, oral (f, receiving), vaginal fingering and daddy kink. 18+

Word Count: 3,054

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @myimaginesworld go check them out❤️

New Obsession

If you were to tell the truth about how you felt a week ago, then it would be that anal made you nervous. Well, not anymore.

You’ve been with Chris for around a year now, which to many wouldn’t seem like a long time but to the two of you, it feels like a lifetime.

He had a way of automatically putting you at ease with everything. Especially in the bedroom or whenever it came to opening up emotionally and even now, that’s still the case.

He treats you like a queen.

Last week whilst the pair of you were lounging around his Massachusetts home with Dodger nestled in between your legs as you lay in between Chris’s legs. He randomly asked you some rather explicit questions.

Ones mostly about your ass and what you’d let him do to it. It started off with him asking about eating your ass, playing with it and then eventually he asked if you’d ever have anal sex with him,

The mere thought had your puckered hole clenching and your tight cunt slowly starting to drip with your honey like arousal. Yeah sure, you were terrified but you’d always been curious and wanted to explore new territory with him.

You love him and you trust him with your life so you agreed to try.

And after a nice romantic meal, a lot of wine on your part, beer on his. You ended up kissing on the couch. It started off very slow until he stood up with you in his arms, carrying you to the master bedroom. The journey there was spent with his large hand splaying across your soft globes, squeezing them aggressively like he just couldn’t wait to have his filthy way with you.

That night was certainly crazy to say the least. You were a little sore after which only led to Chris kissing you on your delicate hole a couple times and running you a bubble bath.

He’s the king of after care with you. Always checking in with you before, during and after to see if you enjoyed it. The last thing he’d ever want is for you to be in pain or danger.

Since that night though, you’ve been doing it whenever you can. It’s like an addiction. The feel of his huge cock pushing into your forbidden and tight hole is something you can never even begin to explain. It just feels incredible. Plus your little cunt gets extremely excited at all of the attention. Chris tends to rub at your bundle of nerves or even dip his fingers into your honey pot, 3 at once. He says he never wants your pussy to be left untouched.

But like you’ve said. It’s like an addiction to you both. In fact, he’s crazy for it.

The grunts that leave his mouth always have you keening for him to go deeper and deeper inside of you. Every inch of him.

Tonight is no exception.

You had a lovely day at his parent’s house. Lisa cooked a gorgeous lunch and all of Chris’ siblings visited with their kids and partners.

You and Scott spent the entire day laughing and joking about the many times you scared Chris. It’s like a running joke in this family plus Chris hates being scared. He calls himself the master of scaring people so when the tables are turned he gets this huge need to get them back.

Whenever Chris is horny or desperate for you, he has his ways of letting you know without actually saying the words.

For example.

You were helping Lisa with some of the last minute prep for lunch by taking stuff out of the oven and placing it onto dishes to then put on the table.

Chris was sat at the kitchen island, sipping on a beer. Well, he was practically gulping it down. You were in the kitchen also.

Lisa asked if you could take the quiche out of the oven and leave it on the cooling rack. Chris’s eyes followed your ass as you bent over. Something you had anticipated to happen since he’s an ass man and your ass in particular drives him insane.

You turned around to place it on the cooling rack and that’s when you saw his flushed cheeks. His eyes full of hunger and lust. Animalistic even.

Before you left to go to his parent’s house, he was begging for you to ride him quickly.

“It’ll only be a quick one, just wanna feel that ass around my cock again”

His whining was more than tempting and now, since you rejected his offer, he was so close to taking you upstairs into his old childhood room to ram into you.

But instead. Lunch was served and he didn’t have the time.

Hours had passed until eventually it was time to go. Lisa gave you some of the leftover quiche since Chris enjoyed it so much and the two of you got into the car with you in the driving seat this time.

“You’re such a fuckin tease baby” he slurred

“And why’s that?” you asked, feigning innocence as you started driving. With his house not being far from his parent’s house, the journey was only around 10 minutes, not even that.

He never responded to you, just smirked as he sat back in his seat.

The moment you got home however, he was all over you like a rash. You shut the front door and locked it just before he pushed you into it.

Your cheek squished against the cold door.

“Chris” you squealed, he didn’t respond though.

You felt his body lower until you were pretty sure he was on his knees, lifting your sundress up and hooking his thick digits into your soaked panties. He yanked them down and tapped your legs for you to step out of them.

“There they are. God i’ve missed this pretty little asshole and oh my, look at this soaked cunt. All for me, huh baby?” you knew that he was well aware of the kind of effect he had on you and your body but he still liked confirmation from your mouth.

“Yes, daddy. It’s all for you. Please”

Whenever you’re around Chris and about to have sex, you find yourself turning into this pathetic woman who is literally his whore. You crave his touch. You crave the feel of his cock ploughing into you so hard that you forget your own name and he loves how hungry you get.

He stood up then, his eyes dancing over your body, the only thing wrong with the view was that you had clothes on. He soon changed that, stripping you completely before getting back down onto his knees.

Which is how you got here.

Your one leg is over his shoulder and your fingers are tangled up in his hair that was once styled.

“Fuck. Daddy. Yes. Just. Like. That” your breathing is heavy and your heart is beating rapidly. His fingers working wonders inside of you whilst his mouth is sucking on your clit.

You’re on the cusp of yet another mind blowing orgasm from just his fingers and mouth alone. He’s already had you messing all over his fingers once but clearly once wasn’t enough if he’s trying to draw another from you.

He’s always been greedy like that.

“Come on baby, i know you got another one in you, give it to me” his fingers start to curl ever so slightly, pressing at that spot inside a couple more times before you’re falling.

Your cum sliding down his digits beautifully. Just the way he likes.

Before you even have the chance to speak, he’s spinning you back around and spreading your ass cheeks to reveal his new obsession.

Seconds later his tongue is pressed against it, circling too.

You shiver at the sensation, your back arches and your hands rest either side of the door frame. In hopes that it’ll steady you.

“There she is, my little whore”

You bite down on your bottom lip as your eyes roll to the back of your head. There’s no point in trying to hold back the moans anymore and with one final lick to your eager hole you let out a loud pornographic style moan.

With Chris, it’s always hard to hold back and he knows that. There’s been so many times when he’s tested you, fucking you in public areas. But the worst one was when you were in his L.A home.

Lisa came to visit at the very beginning of your relationship. You went for some nice lunch and then dinner which was courtesy of your excellent cooking.

Chris put her up for the weekend and boy did he choose that night to initiate some pretty filthy sex.

You were lying on your stomach and trying to sleep when you felt his hands wondering. Then all of a sudden he’s spitting on his cock for lube, stroking it a couple times before sliding into your pussy with ease. All thanks to your permanent need for him.

The way he fucked you that night was most certainly sinful to say the least. His room being next door to the guest room where his mother was sleeping. You’re surprised she didn’t say something the next day. Chris had to keep pushing your head into the pillow to muffle your pleasure filled screams.

“So eager for my cock i see but not so fast baby. Gotta get you ready first” the raspiness of his voice makes everything ten times hotter and you can quite literally feel him inside of you without it being a reality.

He stands up and his finger starts to circle before he slowly pushes it in, taking his time to prepare you for another one of his thick digits.

They glide across the walls inside.

One more is added and another until your ass is stretched out nicely.

He continues to work you over, scissoring his fingers too. Despite doing it a lot already, preparation is key with anal.

“Think you’re ready?”

“Please, i need it” you mewl

He lowers his head so that his mouth is just by your ear and his breath fans your skin “yeah, need it huh? Need daddy’s cock deep inside this tight ass of yours?”

You nod your head aggressively, you couldn’t look more keen if you tried.

“How bad you need it baby, tell me. Tell daddy like a good girl” he whispers, his cologne filling your nose and intoxicating you more than ever as his hand reaches in front to rub at your sensitive clit.

“Please, daddy. I need your cock in my ass. I need it so much”

Before you got with Chris, dirty talk wasn’t necessarily something you even thought about during sex but he introduced you to that world. And what a world it is. It seemed as though, the more you did it, the dirtier you got.

Nicknames were thrown around, more kinks were even explored and you became the pinnacle of a mans dream. Woman in the streets, freak in the sheets.

Such a princess to the public. But for Chris. You’re a whore. Only for him though.

“Beg for it baby” he insists, his fingers press down harder as he rubbing pace quickens.

You can feel the tip of his huge size poking at your hole. Just a push and it’ll be forcing it’s way inside of you, stretching you out even more than his fingers did and filling you up in the best way.

“Daddy, give it to me. Stuff my ass full of your cock please. I need it”

“Such a good girl, my good girl. S’fucking tight baby” the pair of you hiss as he begins to push into you, tearing that sweet ass open.

He’s always loved how tight your ass is and if he had it his way, his cock would remain seated inside of you all day every day. Where it belongs. With your peachy ass cheeks adding to the incredible view.

Every time he fucks you from behind, he spoils you with spanking after spanking, not letting up until your ass is sore and it stings to touch. Luckily, you love it, always begging for more.

And tonight is no different.

His hands rest on both globes, rubbing and kneading before eventually lifting off and smacking back down, earning a gasp from your mouth.

With every inch, he gets closer and closer to bottoming out until before you know it, he’s seated deep inside of your ass.

His fingers find your pussy immediately, sliding inside with no time to waste and then it starts. His thrusting. Slow at first of course.

Gradually getting faster and faster.

“Feel me deep in that fuckin ass huh? My little cock whore. Love getting fucked in this ass baby?” the pure filth leaving his mouth has your clit throbbing under his thumb.

“Answer daddy when he speaks to you” he mutters, spanking your ass and gripping your face with one hand and forcing you to turn your head a bit more so that you’re looking at him “sorry daddy” you pout, face flushed just like his was earlier at lunch.

“And?”

“Feels so good with your cock fucking my ass like that, i need it deeper” you cry out, waiting for his pace to change. His hips snap against your skin as he presses you back into the door with his hand tangled in your hair.

He pulls on it harshly causing you to wince in pain. It all adds to the earth shattering pleasure though, you love when he gets like this.

Ever since you first tried anal last week, he’s turned into this animal. He wants to fuck your ass mercilessly whenever he can. Whenever it’s possible and it’s times like these when he’s glad his house is away from others. He can fuck you as hard and as rough as he likes and your moans won’t be heard by anyone. Absolute bliss.

“That’s it baby, take daddy’s cock like the whore you are. Take it deep” he draws the last word out, his breathing hitches and so does yours as you choke on a moan.

“Take. It”

One smack to your ass cheeks.

“My filthy anal loving whore”

Two smacks to your ass cheeks.

“I always secretly knew you’d love this and i was right. Such a dirty little girl for her daddy, aren’t you?” His fingering pace picks up, ramming into you with such vigor as his cock slows down into hard and rough thrusts.

“Let me hear those sweet noises baby, don’t hide them from me. Sing it for daddy, let me know how good i make you feel”

Your back arches and your face lifts off of the door, head falling back to rest on his chest “please, i’m gonna cum, don’t stop i need it” your desperate whimpers are enough to have him ploughing into your ass harder and faster, his grunts, growls and cursing lets you know how close he is to his own earth shattering orgasm.

“Is daddy’s little girl gonna cum too, huh? Gonna cum with daddy, all over my fingers baby as i spill my cum into your ass again. Like last time?”

“Yes daddy, please, i need it. Give me your cum”

“Such a beg, god you feel so fucking good. Can feel that cunt clenching round my fingers. Cumming baby? Huh, gonna cream all over my fingers like the whore you are?”

All you can muster is a pathetic nod and a whine. You’re so close now.

And just like that, with a couple more thrusts in both holes. You clamp down on his cock and fingers, your clit pulsating again as you cum with a shaky sob of his name.

And of course with your pleasure, his is spurred on. You can feel him twitch and spasm inside as he chokes your name out too. Spilling his hot seed into your ass.

“So fucking good” his heart is beating, you feel it as you lay your head on his chest.

“My good girl, taking it like a pro. I’ll never grow tired of that”

He slowly pulls out, making his way to the bathroom and taking your hand so that you can follow him.

Once there, you get this sudden wave of confidence.

“I already miss your cock inside of me” he runs a wash cloth underneath the hot tap for a couple seconds, before using it to clean himself up. He starts running a bath too but you don’t want one.

You want him.

“I guess we’ll just have to do it again after our bath then won’t we?” he wraps his hand around your wrist, tugging you close so that you’re flush against him.

“What if i don’t want a bath?”

He raises his eyebrows at you in question.

“You want me to fuck your ass again?”

Now that he’s saying it out loud, you feel a tinge of embarrassment.

“Come here and sit on this fucking cock then baby, daddy would hate to disappoint you”

So you do exactly that, he doesn’t have to tell you twice.

“You’re only fuelling the flame baby”

“I don’t know what you mean” your innocence shining through as you turn your head to look at him through your batting eyelashes.

“This ass of yours, you know what it does to me, having my cock buried inside of it. It’s my new obsession” he starts, caressing your cheek before gliding his hand across your body “now. Show daddy how you bounce on his cock”

It would be your pleasure.

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years ago

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Don’t Feed The Flames - Bucky Barnes x (f)reader, Natasha x platonic (f) reader

Summary: Bucky has made you angry after a tough mission with the crew, why you ask? Apparently he thinks it’s totally fine to run inside a burning building to help you complete the mission in question.

Warning: bit of angst, mostly a good time with the team, Bucky fluff shoved in ur welcome

-reader has fire powers btw, I don’t wanna confuse anyone lol

Masterlist

The mission was difficult to say the least, successful in its own right, but tough for everyone involved. All the Avengers were needed for this clusterfuck of a mission, minus Bruce and Thor who are elsewhere in the universe, lucky them.

All the team needed to do was infiltrated one of the last highly armed Hydra bases left in existence, get rid of the artillery and boom, slither right on in. Objective? Snatch valuable intel as to where the other bases are hiding, and surprise surprise, you and Wanda had to take care of some very pissed off experimentees who were unfortunately brainwashed beyond the point of helping them recover.

Ending the night in everyone quickly evacuating the premise with the essentials while you stayed back to blow up the base to nothing more then bricks and ash. Although during this, Bucky stayed back to shoot some freelancers who tried to take you the fuck out, with what would you know it; flame throwers.

Apparently Hydra is greatly lacking in weapons and functioning brain cells, among other things. Granted, you understood Bucky’s concern for your well-being when he ran into the fire. But oh dear lord were you not happy with him one goddamn bit.

Luckily Sam was able to pluck him out before anything fell on your idiot boyfriend while you were producing mass destruction in the giant airplane storage area. In the aftermath, you came out unharmed but covered in smudge marks and burnt off cloves yet again.

Bucky? Well he came away with a pissed off girlfriend and his life to say the least. And let’s just say the long four hour ride back was a tad bit awkward, even if you were too damn exhausted to show your irritation with Bucky. The team sure as hell knew he wasn’t going to be spared of your wrath when the jet landed.

It took approximately ten seconds for your man to shuffle out of your line of sight, using Steve as a shield to hide behind while they walked out. You had been distracted when Natasha asked for something picked up, then suddenly your mind was on Bucky. A moment later you stomped out of the Quinjet in pursuit of the one and only James Buchanan Barnes as he awaited your fury.

“James!” You growl fiercely, “You are the most fucking reckless person I’ve ever fucking met and I’m literally friends with Tony!” You snap while the rest of your teammates go about their business, trying to listen yet smartly staying out of everything.

“I know.” Mutters Bucky like a kicked puppy suffering his mother’s wrath, blue eyes looking at you with regret clearly visible on his handsome face.

“You know! You know!? Then why the fuck would you just run into the flames like that!” You shout while throwing your arms into the air in frustration, “You’re not fire proof Bucky!”

“Y/N...”

“Do you have a goddamn death wish!?” You interrupt, giving him a dumbfounded look as he glances from Steve to the floor then back to you again, trying to find something or someone with enough pity to help him.

He finds none, “Well....no.” Your brows raise yet again at his short and annoyingly blunt answers to make up for his stupidly daring boldness.

“Then why-ugh, whatever never mind.” You dismiss with a wave of your hand before quickly turning on your heels to walk for the metal doors into the main part of the facility, while the others keep their distance from your heated state.

“Wait Y/N, come back I’m sorry!” Exclaims Bucky desperately while you continue to ignore your reckless man, “You’re right I shouldn’t have....ugh...come on babe....shit...” Mutters Bucky as he watches you leave him in such a heated state.

“Dude just let her cool off, oh uh well....no pun intended.” Jokes Sam with a shrug as Bucky watches you stomp away in frustration, your body almost sizzling with actual flame.

“I didn’t mean to....well...ugh, shit I guess I kind of did.” Admits Bucky with a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck as you slam the door shut with a loud thud, “Sometimes I forget fire can’t hurt her. I should have just let her handle the burning building herself instead of going inside when she uh, told me not to.”

Steve walks out of the Quinjet with a bag in hand to greet the two, “Y/N seemed a bit...”

“Pissed off.” Adds Sam with a light chuckle as Bucky frowns at the giant glass window.

“Yeah.” Mutters Steve awkwardly as he side eyes Bucky, “Well ugh, see you guys at dinner, I think Wanda and Vision are getting takeout from somewhere.”

“See ya Steve.”

“Bye.”

Sam and Bucky watch as Steve heads for the metal doors, soon he’s gone and the two are the only Avengers left in the giant parking garage of sorts.

“She’s going to hate me for the rest of the day I know it.” Sadly mutters Bucky, already missing your beautiful face no matter what state your in.

“I wouldn’t say it’s hate.”

“She’s going to be very disappointed in me then.”

“Yeah probably.”

Bucky gives him an offended look, “You’re supposed to say something uplifting or positive.”

“Man don’t look at me for relationship advice. This is Y/N we’re talking about, just give her a couple hours she’ll simmer down.” Inquirers Sam with a friendly pat on the back before he starts walking away for the door, as casually and unbothered as ever.

Bucky keeps silent for a moment while his mind swims with what to do next, suddenly he looks up at his retreating friend, “Hey Sam!” Shouts Bucky just as Sam opens up the door, causing him to stop and give his friend a quizzical look.

“What?!”

“Fuck you!”

Sam immediately snorts, “You brought this upon yourself brother!” And with that he shuts the door leaving Bucky alone and full of regret for putting himself in danger today when you specifically told him you could handle yourself.

Why is caring for someone so hard, wonders Bucky.

——

After taking a greatly needed shower and putting on a fresh new pair of comfortable clothing for the evening, you slipped past your friends rooms and away from where Bucky may be hiding.

Until at last you made it to Natasha’s door without being caught by anyone in the hallway and stopped for a needless conversation. Soon enough you slip into Nat’s room and saunter around for a bit as you wait for her to end her shower.

“Oh shit!” Gasps Natasha as soon as she opens the door and notices you poking around her stuff, “Jesus Y/N how’d you get in here!?”

“I opened the door.”

“I thought I locked it?”

“You did.”

Natasha gives you a puzzled look as you wander over to her nightstand, nonchalantly minding your business while picking up her current novel as she watches you curiously, “So uh, how’s it going?” She asks cautiously, well aware of your irritation with Bucky earlier that day.

Flipping through the pages you answer her honestly, “I’m fine now.”

Natasha nods before turning around to search through her drawers for an outfit, “I figured that much, considering if you were still pissed you’d be throwing fireballs into the cement wall downstairs.” She quips with her usual smirk as you gently close the book and set it back in its rightful place.

“That is.....true.” You agree with a shrug, “I’m just sending a message at this point.”

“Oh really?” Laughs Natasha while slipping on a shirt, “Poor Bucky then.”

“Yeah well he was being an idiot tough guy so....it’s what I’m doing.” You add with a lopsided smug grin, “Serves him right for being reckless with no regard for his physical safety. I love him but at what cost?”

“Someone needs to tell Steve that.” Mutters Natasha as she pulls on some sweatpants.

You chuckle, “What? That someone needs to tell Steve they love him? Not a bad idea.”

“That too.” Points Natasha, “I seriously don’t know how he’s not dead yet.”

Your brows furrow in thought for a moment, “He’s built like a stone sentinel with a will greater then many, he fears nothing.” You deadpan, face stoic and serious.

“Just about.” Laughs Natasha as you begin to cackle right along with her, in the middle of your laughing fit does the door suddenly burst open to reveal...

“Hello ladies.” Chirps Tony with an award winning smile, usual old T-shirt on and hair a bit of a mess though somehow managing to keep his Stark charm.

“I really need to get an automatic lock on that thing.” Mutters Nat to no one in particular.

“What’s up Stark.” You add with an acknowledging tilt of your head, “You here to bother us or tell us something interesting?”

“Everything I say is interesting my dear sparky.” Quips Tony with a brow wiggle.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Right, anyways. Foods here.” Chides Tony as he sets a hand on his hip, “Unless you’re both too cool for movie night. More for us then, I’ll have Vision drop off our half eaten tacos.”

“We have tacos?” You ask with an intrigued raise of your brow, just wanting to confirm and make sure he’s not bluffing, you fucking love taco night.

“Yep.”

“How long have they been here?”

“Wanda and Vis just arrived so you’re the first two I found.” Oh, fuck yeah!

Turning your head to a smirking Natasha you smile back before bolting for the door, “Move Stark!” You snap before shoving him to the side and cackling as you and Natasha book it down the hall with Tony trying to keep up in the background. What can you say, Natasha always makes it a competition and its taco night. Sometimes you gotta play dirty.

Soon you and your assassin best friend who you tripped up before reaching the door finally skid into the Avengers giant lounging area. The room is relatively empty with the exception of Wanda and Vision who are seated at the large metal table near the kitchen where all the various paper bags of tacos are seated. And ripe for the taking.

Smelling absolutely delicious all tucked snug in their wrapping and filled with the most divine ingredients, you could just about die of happiness. With a beaming smile upon your face and the surprised expressions from your two friends you belt out loudly, “Tacos FUCK YEAH!” Before racing for the bags and getting tripped by Natasha.

Whipping your head up to watch her snatch a bag you growl half angrily, “You bitch.” While she happily smiles back down at you, taco in hand.

“What are you doing on the floor? Foods here.” She jokes as you quickly walk over to the counter with all the bags.

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious now give me that.”

After about ten minutes of eating and shooting the breeze with Natasha, Wanda, Vision, and Tony; you’re ears immediately catch the sounds of thundered running down the hallway and other muffled curses from two familiar individuals.

“Fun’s arrived.” Whispers Natasha with a friendly nudge to your arm as it lays on the flat surface of the table while you absentmindedly crumple up a wrapper.

Biting your lip you anticipate the impending commotion, “Fantastic.” And this whole evening could be more enjoyable if your hundred year old boyfriend would have used some common sense.

A second later the door swings open to reveal a panting Sam before Bucky slides in after him, equally as flustered, those two idiots. As they stand there collecting their breaths, Steve casually steps into the room, walking past them and over to the bags of tacos, “Aw sweet, taco night.” He confirms excitedly, hungrily eyeing up a particular bag.

Rolling your eyes, you slouch carelessly into your expensive swivel chair before turning to Wanda who’s seated across from you, “Hey, Red Riding Hood, you’re up.” She turns her attention away from Vision and nods before giving you a sly smirk and using her power to send a balled up piece of taco wrapping straight for your head.

In one calculably swift motion do you incinerate the paper material before its able to reach your face, “Y/N you’re going to set the fire detectors off.” Laughs Tony as he crumbles up a new ball.

“Eh, we could afford a renovation.”

Tony fake scoffs, “Rude.”

“Well Y/N, I thought you did great.” Applauds Wanda with a chuckle as the three other men walk around to the far end where no one is seated, “Alright Tony you next.”

You refrain from making any eye contact with Bucky who steals a few longing glances at your smiling face, instead he follows Sam and Steve to the opposite end and watches as you quickly turn another balled up paper to ash. The sounds of your laughter and the rest of the tables almost enough to drive him insane.

Yet he refrains, Bucky knows he’s essentially in time out, reason for almost getting himself killed today; and you’re not breaking anytime soon, or so he thinks.

Ignoring the three boys hungrily attacking their poor tacos away from the main groups theatrics, Vision suddenly gains your attention, “Well I suppose I should participate with this game or fear feeling left out....uh, what is the objective? Or perhaps the name?”

“They throw wrappers at me and I set them on fire before it hits myself or the ground.” You reply while crumbling up another piece, leaving Vision to process the possible deeper meaning to your brief explanation, though there really isn’t one. It’s just for fun.

“By the way I’ve been able to get her exactly once.” Brags Tony with a shit eating grin, causing you to scoff at that memory.

“Oh fuck all the way off you flicked water into my face and then threw the paper.”

“And it was very much worth it.” He confirms as you roll your eyes at his cheating from last taco night.

The rest of your friends fill the room with snickers and some louder laughter coming from Sam down at the far end, with a raised brow you snap your head in that direction and stand, “Something funny bird boy?” You quip in a half threatening manner.

Sam’s smirk immediately drops from his face as his expression appears nonchalant, “What nooo. That was Steve.” He mutters before taking another bite out of his taco.

“Y/N that was definitely not me.”

“Uh huh.”

“Maybe it was Bucky.” Jokes Sam as you shift your fiery attention over to a fearful Bucky who quickly shakes his head before smacking Sam on the arm.

“No.” You confirm with a knowing smirk, “He doesn’t have a death wish.”

“Well neither do I please have mercy.” Pleads Sam with hands raised in defeat, “I would like to finish my taco.”

You stare down at them for a brief tension filled moment before casually shrugging, “Yeah alright.” Before sitting back down again.

——

Opening up the trash can you quickly shove down three giant paper bags from dinner with a bit of effort considering how full it is. Natasha and Vision are cleaning up in various areas nearby while Sam, Bucky, Natasha, Steve, and Tony sit in the lounging area discussing if it was necessary that Dobby was killed off in the Deathly Hallows. You know, normal things you discuss with your superpowered friends.

Well Bucky is mostly just listening and stealing glances over to you every couple of minutes, really wishing you would just walk over to him and let him show you how sorry he was with the biggest hug he could possibly muster. Probably never letting you go again, though you wouldn’t mind.

Ignoring your own longing to be cuddled up next to Bucky, you instead fight with the damn trash can to fucking shut its dumb lid already. With one hand forcefully shoving down bags, paper plates, and banana peels you start to think if volunteering for clean up was even worth it.

A blue flame suddenly erupts from your palm and makes a big black hole through the paper bags and plates, your eyes go wide in surprise as you immediately retract your hand from the trash and shut the lid just as quickly.

Taking a single step back you let out a breath before turning your head to find Bucky watching your whole ordeal go down with a drink in hand, guess he must have gotten up to get some juice and stayed for your one on one brawl with the trash can. Rolling your eyes, you wave it off, “Completely under control.” You mutter as he slowly nods.

Well this is awkward.

Shifting your gaze from Bucky to your friends and back to Bucky again, he finally speaks, “Is that why the lid has smoke coming from under it?”

“What?” You wonder in puzzlement before looking back down at the trash can to find smoke indeed rising, “Oh fuck!” Ripping the lid off you’re kindly greeted with a burst of flame and smoke. Well, shit.

“Uh, Y/N?” Asks Bucky with an uncertain chuckle, “You’re positive everything is under control?” Quips your smartass boyfriend.

With more flames rising to an almost alarming level, though not quit yet, you glance at your oblivious friends before racing for the sink, “Yes! Everything is fucking fine!” Wanda skips to the side as you snatch a cup of something from the counter by the sink.

Running back you skid in your tracks and dump the clear liquid onto the flames which causes them to rise even higher and gain the attentions of everyone sitting down and relaxing, “Why is my trash can on fire?” Asks Tony as casually as ever.

“I don’t know maybe it looks better this way?!” You sass before giving the glass a double take, “The hell? What the fuck was in this!” You shout, holding up the glass while fire burns in the trash from behind you.

“Oh that had some Quinjet fuel in it, why do you ask?” Replies Tony, he’s gotta be fucking with you.

Squinting at him in bewilderment, you shake the empty glass in frustration, “Why the fuck would there be a random glass of fuel sitting in a clear unlabeled glass on the fucking sink of all places!”

“What did you think it was?”

“Oh I don’t know!? Water?!” You snap causing the fire to roar even higher at your outburst.

Looking almost like a demon princess standing there with flames rising from behind you, your fists ball up with blue flame, something that you don’t even realize is happening as you give Tony a (what the fuck are you actually stupid) face.

Sensing your obvious irritation and rising anger, Bucky comes to the rescue with a whole bowl full of actual water and promptly dumbs it onto the flames which causes the unless materials to sizzle and whine. Soon the oranges and reds are gone, leaving the contents turned to ash and nothing more then wet soot.

Distinguishing your own flames, you hang your head low, revealing a tired heavy sigh as you mumble, “Shit.” Suddenly you feel admittedly quit drained and annoyed from the events of the day, even if they weren’t all bad.

Your friends keep silent for a moment before Steve quickly stands, “Movie night anyone?” Gaining the attention of everyone in an instant; you bless the blonde for his intuitive ways of helping you out in the smallest of moments. He truly is a great friend.

“Yeah I could watch something.” Adds Sam with a shrug, “I’m thinking Deathly Hallows Part 2.”

“Yeah it’s pretty good I’ll join.”

“Me too.”

“Yeah I’m in.”

Everyone get up and begins walking for the door as you stay standing in your spot near the wet and ash covered metal trash can, everyone exiting for the home theater except for Bucky who’s back is to you while he tells Sam you’ll be there in a minute.

Folding your arms, you suddenly feel like it’s the first time you and Bucky have ever talked one on one with each other, you’re typically a pretty damn confident and fiery person to begin with, it’s just. Being mad at your favorite human in the whole entire world and then embarrassing yourself with accidentally setting the trash can on fire can take its toll.

Also not to mention the mission many hours ago was admittedly hectic and stress inducing and then, Bucky....perhaps a moment to calm down would have been smart if taken earlier. God your life moves to damn fast.

“You are so intense sometimes.”

Breaking out of your self reflective trance, your eyes quickly dart up to see Bucky who’s giving you a soft smile, “If you wanted my attention you could have just asked.”

“Very funny.” You scoff, “I was actually too busy being mad at you.”

“Ah, right.” Nods Bucky as he mirrors your defensive positioning, deciding to cross his arms and make a pouty face like yourself, “So I guess we’ll just stay here and brood then?”

“I’m trying to make a point.” You mutter, you’re not gonna crack, you’re not gonna do it.

“I’m trying to get my girlfriend to watch a movie with me.” Admits Bucky with an affectionate head tilt as you frown, “I know they’re not going to wait for us so....uh....okay let me start over.....I’m sorry for being reckless and almost dying. And I mean it too, with all of my heart. I love you Y/N.”

Although you’d like to throw his dumb reckless ass some sass and strut away leaving him guessing and begging for more, you just can’t find it in you at this point. He looks at you with those big beautiful blue eyes full of love and adoration for you and only you, how could you possibly resist them?

You know with every ounce of your soul that he means every single word, and you also know that he’s missed you since the second you yelled at him and slammed the facility door, leaving him alone and regretting his past decisions that could have potentially ended him then and there.

“Sometimes James, sometimes.” You mutter, shaking your head in disapproval before a small smirk pulls at your lips and in that moment he knows you’re his, “Come here.”

Heeding to your wonderful command that he’s been waiting to hear all day, he swiftly makes the short distance to gather your smaller body into a giant Bucky bear hug, his strong arms wrap protectively around your back as his head falls into the side of your neck as he quickly steals a small kiss.

You pull him in even tighter and fully enjoy the sensation of himself flush against you, metal arm squeezing your rip cage and long dark hair that falls into your eyes; god you love him so much.

Giving you one last little squeeze of affection, Bucky slowly pulls away and presses his head against yours, “I gotta be honest, I have no idea what this movie is about.” Reveals Bucky as he continues to holds you close.

Chuckling you press a kiss to his lips, “I’ll tell you what’s happening. Let’s go before we miss anything else.”

Nodding, he tilts your head up to press a sweet kiss to your lips one last time before letting you go, so that the two of you can begin walking for the door. Opening up the metal and glass door for you like the gentleman that he is, Bucky quickly jogs over to your side.

“So Sam told me these guys are wizards or something? Like they can teleport and fly I think?” States Bucky in question while walking in step with you.

Looking over at him you smile at how cute he’s being right now, giving him an agreeable nod, “Yeah they can do cool stuff like change form and set things on fire.”

Bucky suddenly starts laughing much to your confusion, “Y/N does that make you a wizard?”

Shoving him to the side you snort as he keeps laughing, “Shut up.” You mutter humorously as he stumbles from your friendly push.

Making quick steps to catch up with you, Bucky pulls you into his side, “Forgive me I didn’t mean it...” Snickers your adorable idiot, “I bet you’d be the best wizard, pointy hat and all.”

Shaking your head you can’t help the smirk that tugs against your better wishes, “I’m gonna set you on fire.” You jokingly threaten him with as he affectionately squeezes your side, causing you to be pressed even closer against him.

“Wizard.” Muses Bucky as he plants a kiss to your cheek as you try and push him away.

“Bucky, shut the fuck up.”

“But, I love you.”

#bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier x y/n #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #marvel x you #fanfic

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markosmate · 4 years ago

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heather

pairing; david x reader

summary; after meeting the boys, david knows the perfect way to make you jealous without even realizing he’s doing so.

warnings; strong language, stalking (sorta), almost abduction in the beginning

au:// hiiii, so a lot of people have been asking about a part 2 for Baby Blues (thank y’all so much for all the support btw i didn’t expect that many people to read it <33) and i am working on a part 2 currently so expect that to be out soon! but for now here’s a david one that i’ve been working on for the past couple of days :)

The first time you met the boys, you had been absolutely captivated by David. It was like he demanded all attention be on him as soon as he made his way into a room, and you had fallen right into his trap. Despite the immediate infatuation you had of him, you distanced yourself. You weren’t stupid, you knew about those four boys - they were bad news, they weren’t good people to spend your free time with.

The second time you ran into the boys, his eyes met yours almost as soon as you were within distance of them. His lips pulled into a jagged smirk as he moved to make his way towards you. As soon as you realized what was happening, you quickly turned and busied yourself with searching through the shelves of jewelry set up at a small outside stand.

You would have never known he was standing behind you if he hadn't spoken directly into your ear.

"It’s a scam, you know."

You jumped slightly, and whirled on your heels to face him. You squinted your eyes at him, putting on a much more confident persona than you were used to. "What is?"

"The prices for the jewelry. They just buy them and sell them here for double the price. If you want a piercing my friend will be happy to do it for you."

"Oh yeah? They any good?" You challenged, following after him as he once again began walking - this time making his way back towards the line of bikes. His friends were no longer lingering there, they must have wandered off shortly after parking their vehicles.

"She’s done most of our piercings, she also makes necklaces and bracelets so - she has whatever you want." He grinned back at you over his shoulder. You could almost immediately tell who he was talking about. A girl around his age, who always rode on and off the boardwalk with the gang but separated from them almost immediately after the bikes were stopped. Her wrists were lined with gorgeous, dainty bracelets and she must have had at least three piercings in each ear. "Wanna go for a ride?" He looked you straight in the eye as he leaned back against the railing separating the wood of the raised walkway from the beach sand.

"Oh I'd better not." You declined almost immediately. It wasn’t exactly in your best interest to leave with one of the most feared men in town - especially in a place like santa carla. "I have to meet back up with my friends in the parking lot soon, maybe another time though." You spoke quickly, feeling your confident facade begin to waver the longer his cold eyes burned holes into your own.

You waved quickly before turning and practically bolting towards the other end of the boardwalk. You had told him a blatant lie that you were sure he had seen straight through - you had no friends waiting for you in the parking lot. You were just hoping to make it home before running into any other sketchy people.

The third time you ran into the boys, you quite literally ran into them. There had been a man following you consistently on the boardwalk the entire night. It wasn’t until mostly everyone had cleared off the boardwalk, and you were leaving your work, that he really decided to come after you.

When walking out of the small shop after closing up for your boss for the night, he had been leaning against the wall next to the door. "Hey doll, looking for a good time?"

"Oh, uh, no thanks. Not tonight." You tried to turn him down gently and immediately after turned to continue making your way to the parking lot. You didn’t even make it a couple feet before the man tightly grabbed your wrist and whipped you back around.

"No, come on babe. I insist." He gritted out trying to pull you along with him. You tried to think quickly in your panic, frantically looking around to find a way out of your situation. You tried kicking at his legs and scratching at his fingers but it did little to deter the man from what he was set on doing.

In one last desperate attempt, you brought your leg back and stomped on the back of his knee as hard as you possibly could. His leg buckled and he let his grip slip from your wrist in surprise. You took the opportunity given to you and ripped yourself out of his wavering grip, turning and running as fast as you could towards the beach desperately hoping there was a bonfire going on.

What you got instead, was much better. The four punks of the boardwalk were walking along the shoreline, their eyes lingering on each bonfire they passed. You took your chances and ran towards the platinum blond. He had tried to get you to leave with him not even three weeks ago, and even if the chances were dangerously slim - you begged to whatever higher power there was that the four would help get the creep running after you off your back.

You almost body-slammed into the lanky blond before frantically grabbing on to the platinum's arm. He turned around quickly enough to startle you but you were far too nervous to let it alter your decision.

"Hi, hi- um, I’m so sorry but could you please help me?" His eery smirk was replaced by a frown of utter confusion - eyebrows furrowing and icy blues traveling over your form to check for any injuries that you could possibly need help with. You turned to point out the creep standing at the top of the stairs who seemed to be scanning the beach for where you had run off to. "That man, he just tried to- I don’t even know what he was trying to do but he grabbed me and was trying to bring me somewhere after I declined his request to hang out and I don’t know, could you just-" You rambled, cutting yourself off however when the creep's eyes locked with your own.

His gaze immediately hardened as he jumped down the remaining stairs and jogged over to where you stood.

Once he stood within distance, he ignored the other four's presence and grabbed your wrist once more. "There you are babe, I thought I lost you for a second. Come on." He tried to drag you after him once more when you began to pull at his grip again.

"No, would you stop asshole? I don’t know you." You growled, but your words were ignored as you continued to be pulled back towards the stairs. You dug your heels into the sand and slowly your body came to a stop even as he continued to try and pull you behind him.

His attempts were proven useless as the platinum finally spoke up, grabbing onto your elbow to prevent you from being pulled any further. "Excuse me, the young lady said she doesn’t know you. I think it’s in your best interest to get lost bud." The other three teens moved to stand behind you, shoulders squared and chins raised to make themselves seem as intimidating as possible.

'With the way they rule the boardwalk I don’t think mire intimidation is entirely necessary.' The idea flashed across your mind and the creep seemed to have the same thought as he quite literally looked like he was about to shit his pants as he immediately ducked his head and took off back towards the parking lot.

"You alright?" Platinum grumbled, letting go of your elbow to light the cigarette in between his lips.

"Yeah, yeah. I’m good." You whispered, trying to convince yourself more than you were trying to convince him. "Just startled me is all." You whipped your palms on the legs of your pants, trying to calm your nerves even though they were going completely haywire in the presence of the boys.

"Name's Paul, dudette. And you are?" The lanky blond bubbled out, holding out his hand for a shake.

You smiled at his antics and reached out to shake his hand in your own. "I’m y/n." You answered, trying not to blush when you noticed platinum's eyes raking up and down your form. "Thank y'all so much for getting that dude off my back, he’s been freaking me out all night."

"Well, you won’t have to worry about him anymore." Platinum spoke, an underlying promise in his words that you weren’t able to pick up on. "David."

"Dwayne."

"I’m Marko babe, nice to meet you." A cheshire grin was sent your way as the other two of the group introduced themselves after David.

"Well thank you, once again. It means a lot." You smiled sweetly at each of them before beginning to turn on your heel. "I'd better get going, I’ll see y'all around."

You were stopped by David who reached out to wrap an arm around your should and hold you in place. "Do ya have to run off so soon? Hang out with us for a while doll."

And with little convincing, you agreed to spend the rest of the night with them. Before you knew it, weeks passed quickly. You had become quite the new asset to their tiny group and spent almost every night with them after getting off of work. You’d gotten closer with the four of them than you’d ever been with anyone in your entire life, it almost felt like fate that you had gotten twisted up with them.

Every night felt like a party, and you had never felt more happy than when you were with them. Paul had left the truth about what they were slip one night while high and immediately after had sobered up and stared at you with wide eyes.

You had been suspicious of them for awhile before the truth came out - coming to realize that they only came to the boardwalk strictly after the sun had set and had dodged all your attempts at making plans with them during the daytime. The most striking coincidence you've come to realize is that anytime anyone gave you or the boys a hard time, their face would wind up on a missing persons flyer the next day.

"What do you mean you already knew?" Marko had gaped at you after you shrugged off the confession.

"Well I didn’t know exactly what you were, I just knew something was up. Y’all aren’t the best at hiding it." You had grinned back at the four of them.

"Well, at least she didn’t flip the hell out and faint." Dwayne joked, and you all continued on with the night as if it had never happened.

The longer you hung around with the boys, the more the platinum leader continuously swept you off your feet. You didn’t want to admit it, too stubborn to accept the fact that you had feelings for someone like him who had girls throwing themselves at him every minute of every day.

Not to say the latter didn’t annoy you, because you could practically feel yourself smoking at the ears everytime he would leave with a girl.

'Sure,' You tried to convince yourself. 'He didn’t actually have feelings for them or anything, they were just meals.' But that never seemed to help the small pang in your chest each time it happened.

One night, you were feeling especially upset about the whole situation. He had a beach bunny tucked into his side the entire night, and the fact she was the exact opposite of you hurt the most.

Halfway through the night and you had already gotten completely agitated with the entire situation. The group had come up with the idea to go find a bonfire to find some other people to hangout with. You knew this was a ploy to get the girl and a group of easy targets alone for them to feast on, so you took it upon yourself and uninvited yourself from the plans.

The boys picked up on your sour mood as soon as you stood up to gather your things early. "Hey where you going?" Marko spoke up through a mouthful of fries. "We weren’t planning on going for another half hour."

"Yeah well I think I’m just gonna head back. I’ll see you guys later on, maybe." You spoke short and within a certain finality to your tone, letting them know that all you wanted at that moment was to lounge around the cave on your lonesome.

Each of the boys bid you a farewell, except for the one and only reason for your attitude. The leather clad vampire only spared you an eye-roll before turning his attention back to the chick clinging onto his side.

You made quite the show of rolling your eyes back at him before turning on the ball of your foot and walking out of the restaurant. Hours passed at the cave and you probably switched around to doing different things at least a dozen times. At one point you put on one of Dwayne's leather jackets and waddled around the main area, pretending to be tough and serious. Most things only managed to keep you entertained for a half hour at best and in the end you settled for spreading out across the couch, drumming your fingers against your thighs to the beat of the songs playing through the radio speakers.

It honestly felt like you had been waiting for days when your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a motorcycle engine outside the cave. There were no shouts or yells of excitement however, and there only seemed to be one engine roaring. After a few seconds the noise was cut off and footsteps padded against the rickety stairs leading down to the opening of the cave.

You looked over to see David's boots come into view as he stepped down the fallen rocks leading into the main room. He stopped at the bottom of the rocks and his eyes locked on yours. "We’ve gotta talk."

"I don’t want to talk to you right now." You immediately refused, turning on your side to face the back of the couch and hopefully pretend to be trying to fall asleep. He jumped down from the platform and landed with a small thump, making his way over to where the radio sat and turning down the volume until the only noise in the cave was your breathing and the occasional flutter of wings from one of Marko's pigeons.

"Why did you storm off?"

"I was tired and had a headache."

"You know what I think?" You didn’t reply. He grabbed your legs and twisted you around to face him. He leaned forward until his hand was pressed against the back of the sofa, caging you in with his eyes locked onto yours. "I think you’re lying."

"Oh, do you?" You mocked, attempting to push him away and kick his hand away from your shin. You knew you were playing with fire. You had no real reason to be angry with him, he didn’t know about your feelings and he wasn’t required to like you back. But that didn’t stop you from being a little bitter about the whole thing.

"I don’t know what your problem is, but I think you need to chill out. I can’t help if you won’t talk to me normally." He was acting surprisingly calm, and you were sure that if anyone else had been around while you were giving him this attitude he would be completely tearing into you with just as much bitterness.

"My problem?" You cried. "What’s your problem?"

"My problem?" He echoed right back to you. "What in the fuck are you going on about?"

"At this point you must know I like you! And yet you walk around with some broad clung to your side every night and pay no mind to me until we’re back at the cave! It’s like you completely ignore my presence when you’re with someone else."

His face fell flat, and he stared into your eyes with blank pupils, no emotion shining through the blue. "I’m sorry, back up."

You stared right back at him, a hint of regret beginning to build in your bones. Maybe you shouldn’t have confessed to him, maybe he'd laugh in your face and never speak to you again. Or worse - maybe he'd tell the boys and they'd all laugh in your face and then never talk to you again.

"You like me? And I, was supposed to know that?" His eyebrow raised into a tilt as he laughed. "You've never showed any interest - how was I supposed to pick up on that?"

You grew flustered, twiddling your fingers on your lap. "I don’t know... mind reading?"

He laughed, a genuine one. Not his usual mocking one he used when he was playing with victims or teasing one of the boys. "I don’t usually use that trick, babe. You should’ve just said something."

"Why? So you could laugh it off?" You bit back, leaning back on the couch with a pout forming on your lips. He grinned, moving to sit next to you on the sofa and reaching out to grab at your waist and pull you into his side.

"No, so I could tell you that you threw a fit and stormed off for no reason." He smirked cockily at you before swooping in to capture you lips in a sultry kiss. You literally felt yourself lose your breath as you leaned into him, reaching up to cup the sides of his neck and hold him as close to you as possible.

When you both pulled away you gasped air into your lungs as you locked your own eyes with his. "I was being kind of dramatic, huh?"

His smirk returned to his lips as he stood, wrapping his fingers around your wrist to pull you after him. "Dramatic is a little of an understatement kitten."

He moved to sit on his wheelchair, pulling you along to sit on his lap. His arms immediately made their way around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. "Talk it out next time?" You suggested, turning your head to smile at him as you heard the other three pull up outside the cave with a few whoops and cheers.

"Sounds good to me." He agreed, reaching to take out a cigarette.

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remmyswritings · 4 years ago

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the last four years//blaise zabini x reader

HELLO MY PUFFS!!! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS FIC I WROTE JUST NOW! I REALIZED THAT I HADN’T GIVEN BLAISE ANY LOVE TODAY SO HE’S GONNA GET A NICE BIG HUG AND CUDDLES

also @obsessedwithrandomthings this is one of my entries for your 500 challenge, which Dee I just realized how late it is cause we are now celebrating your 1K today which btw CONGRATS you deserve that and so many more. <3 :) Btw the prompt is bolded.

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“Y/N!” A voice called out to you as you walked down Kings Cross Station heading towards 9 ¾. You turned around to see Blaise Zabini running towards you.

You stopped and waited for him to catch up to where you were standing, “Hello Blaise. How are you? I thought you weren’t going to redo our 7th year.”

That’s right people, I Y/N Y/L/N had decided to go back to Hogwarts and redo my seventh year.

“Oh, I’m not,” but he could tell you looked curious as he still happened to carry a suitcase with him, “Prof. Slughorn gave me a chance to work as his apprentice and teacher’s assistance this year.”

You nodded your head, “That’s really cool!” you hesitated a bit, “Blaise, please don’t take this the wrong way but why are you talking with me right now? We didn’t talk at all over the last seven years so…” your voice became quiet.

“Well,” Blaise rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I guess I just wanted to take the chance to talk with you is all…” he continued tentatively, “I’ll just go though if I’m bothering you.”

You reached out your hand to him, “No!”

A couple people glared in your direction after your outburst, “No. You weren’t bothering me at all.” You looked down towards your shoes, “I guess I was just wondering as to why you would want to talk with little ol’ me.”

“I find you interesting,” you looked up to see Blaise’s eyes watching you intensely as if he were able to peer into your soul.

The tension between the two of you broke when the train sounded, reminding the two of you where you were in the first place. Blaise and you silently walked past different carriages, an agreement having gone between the two of you to sit together. Finally the two of you found an empty compartment and Blaise opened the door, letting you go in first. You knew the train ride would be long and tiresome, but you had forgotten that it would also be cold. When the two of you had gotten settled, you couldn’t help but shiver as the temperature around you seemed to drop.

“Do you want to borrow my jumper?” You jumped at Blaise’s question, catching you by surprise.

“Sorry,” you turned to him, seeing a jumper being pushed in towards you.

Blaise gave you a look, “Take it… please.”

You nodded and grabbed the piece of clothing from his hands. When you put it on, you were reminded just how much taller Blaise was compared to you. If you were to look into a mirror it would seem as though you were being swallowed by a ton of green.

At some point you found yourself trying to go to sleep but just like every night since the war, you found your mind too terrified of reliving the memories. When you looked over to the man sitting across from you, you couldn’t help but admire his appearance. Here was someone who was the same age as you, yet every little detail about him screamed thriving, while everything about you screamed trying.

“How did you know my name?” You asked after quite some time, realizing that any attempts to get sleep would be futile.

Your companion looked towards you, “I’ve known your name since first year.”

“You didn’t answer my question Blaise,” you smirked, feeling like a teacher chastising a student, “I didn’t ask how long you’ve known my name… I’m asking how you knew what my name was in the first place. We were never in any classes, your friends never dealt with mine, so…”

Blaise’s face was neutral making it difficult for you to tell how he felt about you pushing, “I take it you aren’t going to stop until I answer your question?”

“You already know the answer to that Blaise,” you teased.

Blaise nodded and then sighed, “I guess, I always admired you when we were in school so at some point I had asked someone from your house what your name was.”

“Why didn’t you ever talk to me then? Or are you more like those who admire from afar?” You weren’t expecting that answer from him and after hearing it your curiosity grew.

From the way Blaise’s eyes changed slightly at your second question, you had figured out the answer to your questions. You turned your head to look out the window not expecting Blaise to continue the conversation, yet he surprised you once again by doing just that.

“Do you remember receiving little gifts and letters by a secret admirer, starting our fourth year?”

His question startled you. You hadn’t told anyone about the gifts except for your best friend and she had died during the battle.

You nodded, “Yes. How do you know about them?”

“What do you think?” Blaise reached out and grabbed one of your hands causing you to bring all your attention to him.

There was something about the way that he looked at you- the vulnerability in his eyes, the tension in his body completely gone- that made your brain go.

“I- You- What-” You didn’t know how to start. “You never said anything or revealed yourself.”

Blaise took a deep breath as if settling his nerves, “I wanted to… but then everything got worse and I wasn’t sure how you would react so I figured it would be best to just not bring any attention on you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “I swear Blaise for someone so intelligent you are pretty dense. You do realize that I’ve fancied you for the last four years, right?”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m not Sirius Black hun, I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” Blaise laughed at your rather cheesy pun.

Seeing how relaxed he had become, you stood up and plopped yourself down next to him, wrapping your arms around him until you felt comfortable. Blaise tensed up at first but then he remembered who was hugging him and relaxed yet again. He leaned back so that the two of you would be laying down slightly instead of sitting up and he wrapped his arms around your waist bringing you in closer. At some point, you started to draw little circles close to Blaise’s spine and he started to run his hands through your hair.

“I don’t think I’d ever want to leave this position,” you spoke softly.

Blaise hummed in agreement, “Would you at least be willing to do so if it meant going on a date with me this weekend?”

“I’d love that,” you looked up so as to catch Blaise’s eyes before you snuggled in closer to his chest.

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my-fanfic-library · 5 years ago

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Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [23]

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Warnings: dirty talk, Dracula swearing, very VERY dom Drac, mention of a breeding kink you’re welcome, biting, fingering (f receiving), oral (m/f receiving), thigh riding, squirting, just Claes Bang in general

A/N: since you were all so lovely to DraccyBoi in your asks (he’s still anticipating more asks btw), you receive a gift of smut! Also this one is so long I’m so sorry (pun intended)

~^*^~

Jack was smiling awkwardly at you. You hadn’t seen nor heard from him since you left Yorkshire and you were certain thar your friendship had come to its second end.

“Your mum invited me.” He explained and you rushed over to hug him.

“I am... so glad to see you.” You confessed, “but why the hell did you come all the way down just for a stupid party?”

“Well...”

How could he tell you? There was a lump in his throat that stopped him from speaking any further. If he told you, he would shatter everything that you had built. By the way you were quite literally glowing, he knew that you were finally enjoying your life. He was happy for you, of course. He couldn’t tell you. Not tonight. Besides, if he was lucky, word would reach you by the morning from somebody else, anyway.

He shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m here now and you’ve been a terrible friend by not messaging me or anything. For all I knew, you could have become a bloodsucker.”

“He won’t turn me.” You told him, “now come, there is alcohol in the kitchen.”

Taking his wrist, you lead him into the kitchen and straight towards the many half-drunken bottles of alcohol. The patio doors were swung open, the sound of laughter breezing in as many of the fishwives very obviously stood flirting with Dracula. He had been trying to get away and get back to you for the better part of 10 minutes but with no success. You ignored the sounds, helping Jack to pick the best alcohol for his mood and stood laughing with him for a minute or two.

“Hey, um, I was wondering if we could possibly go talk somewhere a little more private?” Jack suddenly piped up.

“I hope this won’t be like your private “talks” with Lucy.” You teased.

“Oh god, no. I don’t want to die just yet.” He chuckled.

“Very well. I’m sure you remember just where we can go.”

The place was another little sacred trove that you and Jack only knew about. This one dated back much further than Robin Hood’s Bay and had been the location of many break downs, underage drinking sessions and of course, your outrageous teenage gossip. Taking his wrist, you plucked up your own glass and pulled him out into the garden. You ignored the stares of the many women who suddenly began excitedly whispering.

However, it was almost too hard to ignore Dracula. You knew that being seen with Jack would hurt him, and you truly didn’t know how far you could push him before he left you or killed you. But Jack very rarely wished to speak privately with you. If he did, it wasn’t for no reason.

The bottom of the garden seemed miles away with such an angry, hot glare being sent your way. Had the man somehow developed laser vision within the next second, Jack would have been left without the lower half of his left arm, you were certain. With your betrayal being spoken so carelessly as if you weren’t even there by the wives, Dracula’s temper was rising quickly. You were definitely going to pay this time. You knew it. When you reached the bottom of the garden and both you and Jack disappeared beyond the small cut out in the bushes, Dracula’s temper surged. He finally waved away all of the women and made his way inside to slump down on the sofa, ignoring all the questions of the men.

When you emerged on the other side of the bushes, a small shed greeted you. Still painted with all the little flowers and signs Lucy, Jack, Daniel and yourself had painted, it reeked of a time long ago when you had been care-free and happy. The inside was a little dusty, but the cushions were still useable and the fairy lights still worked, so it wasn’t completely abandoned. You took your seat.

“Okay, so what’s going on?” You asked, taking a sip of your drink.

“I... well...” he hesistated.

“Jack, I hate to pressure you, but my very angry vampire boyfriend may just kill me for being with you right now, so the last thing you can do for me is tell me. I’m practically on my death bed.” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m moving back to London.” He blurted out.

“You’re what?! Why?!” You were shocked. Jack had settled in nicely in that little cottage you had left. He had begged you to stay. He was convinced that living by the sea was where he wanted - no, needed - to be!

He knew he was going to have to lie to you. He refused to ruin your evening further. Just his presence had caused a shift in the mood, he knew it. There was no way he would admit the truth. Not until at least tomorrow.

“I just... I missed it here. I’m... I want to be back down here, with you. With my family again.”

“Jack,” you sighed, “youre an awful liar.”

“I know.” He smiled sheepishly, bowing his head.

“If you can’t tell me why, I understand.” You smiled softly at him.

“No, it’s just- I-.. I can tell you but, I don’t want to ruin your evening.” His eyes looked up at you through his lashes.

“Then tell me tomorrow. Should we go coffees or something?”

“Yes but... you’ll need to bring Dracula.”

Okay. Something was wrong. You could tell by the way he strained to say his name that Jack did not like vampire one bit. After all, he had turned Lucy into a monstrosity and stolen you away from him, leaving him alone hundreds of miles away from anyone he knew. For him to ask you to bring Dracula to talk to him, no, something was definitely not right.

“Jack, what is going on?”

“Please, just... we’ll talk tomorrow. Until then, I missed you.”

He moved on, pulling you into him. He had truly missed you so very much, and if weren’t for the fact that he had begun to see you a little differently than before, he’d be livid with you for leaving him as you did.

You spent a little more time in the privacy of your little shed, just catching up on the weeks that you hadn’t spoken. It was nice to be with him again.

Whilst you were in there, Dracula was sulking hard. He had heard the wives (who had come inside for the comfort and privacy of Jack and yourself) whisper about how Jack suited you much better than he did. ‘Well he’s much closer to her age, they have much more in common’ one had whispered. ‘Yes, and they’ve been friends for so long, it’s inevitable that something would happen eventually.’ Would it be bad if he went in there and tore her head off? ‘And the way he looks at her! I don’t think she realises. That Dracula looks at her like she’s food.’ They laughed. ‘Now, come on, Sally, that’s how your Mike used to look at you!’ Another bout of laughter.

Music was playing quite loudly in the kitchen, drowning out their voices, but Dracula could hear them clearly. His fingers gripped onto the arm rest of the sofa. Is this what society had come to? Mother’s bashing their own children and the people in their lives? How sickening.

“Awe, look!”

The room burst into sounds of endearment and Dracula finally stood. Stepping forward, he turned to look through the kitchen and out of the window. You had emerged again with Jack, and you were on the patio, arms around his neck, his hands dropped to your waist, swaying to the music.

‘Give me reasons we should be complete // You should be with him I can’t compete // You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well // Can’t you see // I don’t wanna slow dance // In the dark’

You threw your head back at something he had said, and he buried his head into your neck, right on top of where the bite Dracula had given you was concealed.

A hand came on to his shoulder and he turned his head to see your father. His cheeks were a little red and his eyes were glossed with alcohol.

“Don’t worry,” he began, “she’s only doing it to control her tyrant of a mother.”

“Her mother is insistent on picking her suitor?” Dracula folded his arms.

“You see that fella over there?” He pointed to a man standing in the corner. He was around your height, with a round, slightly puffy face. He wore a visibly expensive suit, fat fingers gripping a sherry glass which was empty except for a thin layer of liquid at the bottom of the glass. His flaming orange hair stood out, and he was currently talking to another young lady who was clearly jusy a little repulsed by him.

“Yes, I see him.”

“She’s been trying to get [First] to date him for years. Silly woman. He’s nowhere near good enough for my baby.”

Your words rung in his ears - “tall, handsome Mark” - and he scoffed in amusement and disbelief that you had played him like that. He looked like every middle class asshole portrayed on the television. And by the way he was shuffling closer to the lady he was engaged in conversation with, he could see why you constantly rejected your mother’s advances.

“I feel that someone should go and rescue that poor girl.” Dracula chuckled, thinking of how he could possibly get you back. He looked over at you once more. Now that the song had changed, so had your dance.

‘How long // Til you play me the song // That will me belong to you // One dance // With my baby tonight // And we’ll dance til the night is though’

You were a little more carefree, twisting your hips and laughing. Your fingers were interlocked with Jack’s as you lead your arms high above your head and arched them down and out. Jack was flushing a little and you laughed, pulling some space between the pair of you but keeping your hands locked. You were singing the lyrics. Your voice had always been pretty.

“I think it should be the taller of us, go give him a good scare.”

He intended on scaring two people tonight...

He glided across the room, quickly finding himself at the side of Mark and the lady. He pushed down his mischevuous smirk.

“I am sorry to interject, but I was just wondering if I could have a word with this fine lady.”

Her eyes lit up at his intrusion and he watched relief flood her face. He was her knight in shining armour, and he was going to milk it for everything that it was worth. Her hand immediately came out to wrap around his exposed forearm and pulled herself closer to him.

“Yes, thats fine-“

“Aren’t you supposed to be with [First]?” Mark sneered, looking Dracula up and down with disgust. It wasn’t the first time someone had looked at him like that, and it definitely wouldn’t be the last.

“Weren’t you?” Dracula jeered and Mark’s face deepened with a scowl.

“Come on, boys, don’t fight.” The lady beside Dracula spoke, trying to keep the peace.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Dracula turned his head to her, “it would hardly be a fair match.”

“Why you-“ Mark’s face reddened, really bringing out the orange on the top of his head.

“Now if you’ll excuse us. Come along, pet.”

Using his free hand, Dracula placed it over the top of the woman’s and lead her away quickly.

“What a creep.” She retorted, “you’re Dracula, aren’t you?”

“Great observation. Though, I’m afraid I didn’t catch your name.” He lead her over to the sofa. Her pulse was lively. He sat down, and she, like a magnet, took a seat right next to him she pulled herself closer so that their legs were touching and she was almost moulding into his side. Dracula smirked. Please, please let you walk in and have a taste of your own medicine.

“Chelsea.” She purred.

“Beautiful. Now, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself, Chelsea? While I have you all to myself.”

“Are you sure you should be talking to me like this? You came with [First].”

“Do you see her around?”

Her eyes lit up once more. So she was one of these girls you spoke about with such distaste. A “thot” if he remembered correctly. A man-stealer. He could not have chosen a better target.

~^*^~

You spent another hour or so in Jack’s company, and it was during this house that the house began to die down as people began to leave. Your mother had asked you and Dracula to stay the night, as it was quite a drive back to his apartment and it would be dangerous to drive so late. ‘He’ll be too tired to drive!’ She’d almost wailed, as if she had a premonition of you getting into an exhaustion induced car accident. You assured her that he wouldn’t be tired at all he hadn’t slept in hundreds of years he wasn’t going to start today. But you ended up agreeing, anyway. She had kept your bedroom the same, including the single bed, so you didn’t really know where he’d be for the night. Maybe she’d force him to stay downstairs...

Once most of the people had left, you and Jack finally decided that it was a good idea to go back inside. After all, it was getting quite cold. Your mother was in the kitchen, talking to the last two wives who had yet to leave and the two eyed you when you walked in. You rolled your eyes. You hated her friends with a passion. In the living room, the last few men were stood laughing with your father. Mark was still floating around, sending sharp looks over to the sofa. Jack was quick to grab your hand, but regretted it when you squeezed in so much anger that you almost broke all of his fingers.

“Jack.” You spoke through your gritted teeth.

“Calm down.” He whispered, “don’t give them something to gossip about tomorrow.”

“They’re already going to be gossiping about us. Might as well juice it up a little.”

“Seriously don’t. Chelsea of all people isnt worth it.”

“I swear I’m gonna go over there and rip her damn extensions out of her fucking head.” You narrowed your eyes, “look she’s touching his chest!”

Your display of jealousy was making Jack chuckle behind his stoic face. He continued to hold your hand, thankful your grip had loosened. Sure enough, Chelsea was running one of her long fingers down the opening of his shirt where the expanse of his chest was available for her to touch. Dracula looked oh so very pleased with himself. Jack immediately knew was was happening and had to snort at the scenario. Trust Dracula of all people to give you a taste of your own medicine.

Chelsea laughed at something Dracula had just whispered into her ear and she pulled herself closer, wrapping one leg over his and curling her fingers around his bicep.

“I’m going to break her fucking kneecaps!” Jack pulled you backwards as you balled your fists.

“Calm down.” He chuckled. You snapped your head towards him, and he pulled you back into the kitchen.

“After I’ve put her in the hospital, you’re next.” You warned.

“You do realise that he’s doing it on purpose, right?” You pushes yourself away from him as he spoke, scowling.

“I don’t care why the fuck he’s doing it. The point is that-... that fucking slag has her hands all over my boyfriend! All over! And only I’m allowed to touch his chest!” You crosses your arms, unable to stop the pouty scowl on your features. You were mad.

“You are never drinking again.” Jack decided, “alcohol makes you vicious.”

“Sluts throwing themselves onto my boyfriend make me vicious!”

Jack burst into laughter. Your frowned settled deeper into your features and you very almost followed through with your urge to throw a glass at him. This was not funny! You could hear your parents saying goodbye to another set of guests and you finally decided enough was enough. Your heels clicked on the tile floor and then the sound shifted onto wood. You stood before Dracula, whos arm was around the other woman’s shoulders as he laughed with her. He looked you up and down with a cocky smugness that had your blood boiling.

“Oh, hi [First].” Chelsea gave you an obviously fake smile.

“Up now.” You ignored her, gaze burning into Dracula’s face.

“I am very comfortable here, thank you.” He retorted, not holding back his smirk.

“Up.” You growled. Dracula raised his eyebrows, mouth dropping with the smirk still evident.

“Someone’s moody.” Chelsea whispered. And that was it. The switch was flipped. The button was pressed. The red mist came down and you were no longer going to hold it back.

“If you ever step foot into my parents’ house again, I swear to god you will regret it. And if you don’t remove your hands and legs from my boyfriend within the next half-second, I going to drag your rat-ass onto the street and kick your fucking ass into next year.”

Dracula was looking at you like you were a meal. He had seen you upset. Yes, many times he had pissed you off. But this jealousy driven rage you were in right now? It was the hottest thing he had ever experienced. And he’d been in some very sexy situations.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Her scratchy voice pierced the air.

“Did you not hear me?” You stepped forwards, eyeing her down like she was a piece of rotten meat covered with maggots, “did all of the plastic surgery on your face ruin your hearing? Should I repeat myself?”

Jack was in hysterics in the kitchen. Your father was watching in the corner with the proudest look on his face. Dracula was ready to jump you and help with your pent up anger.

“You bitch!” She rose, but before one of her hands could connect with you, you had grabbed her firmly by the hair and was dragging her through the room. She screamed and tried her hardest to get out of your grip but your fist had turned to steel. She pushed you hard into the door frame and you let go of her hair at last. One of her hands flew up, connecting with your face. Dracula rose.

“Don’t.” Your father stopped him, “she can handle it.”

Your father was right. You kneed Chelsea backwards, face red with a livid and boiling rage. Really, you should have had steam coming from your ears. That’s how angry her hit had just made you. Your fist came up, connecting with her face and it did a lot more damage than her hand had done. She cried out in pain, trying once more to fight back but you tangled both of your hands into her hair. The door was still open, your mother having stepped out into the front garden to watch with a look of horror.

“Don’t you ever come back!” You screamed, driving her out of the door and down the path. When she was out of the gate, you threw her body and she tumbled into the road. She looked up, glaring at you. You were heaving. Your arm came out to point at her, “don’t you set foot on this fucking street again! I’ll know if you do and I swear to the devil himself that I really will hurt you next time!” You roared.

“Sorry, did I make you insecure?” She sneered, “it’s not my fault I’m a better woman than you could ever be.”

A scream of pure rage left your lips and you stormed into the road. A car was on its way, but you ignored the blaring lights as your foot connected with her jaw. Had it been disconnected from her body like a football, it would have disappeared over the houses never to be seen again. Your foot connected with her body again, this time her ribs and then you were pulled backwards by two strong arms around your waist.

You weren’t done with her yet and as his grip tightened, dragging you backwards, you bent your leg, tearing your shoe from your foot and launching it at her. It struck her right on her forehead, bouncing off with a thunk and she finally rolled on to her back.

“I suggest no one follow us, I’m going to calm her down.” His voice rang through your ear as he momentarily propped you down before grabbing your wrist and pulling you up the stairs. He had clearly been snooping during the length of the party, as he got your bedroom right the first time and swung you in. Due to the imbalance of your legs with only one heel, you stumbled. The door shut and you angrily turned to face Dracula. He had blocked the door.

“Move.” You growled.

“You are not going to kill anyone tonight.” He warned you.

“No, I won’t kill her. I’ll fucking destroy her.”

“Right. Calm down.” His voice was stern and had you not been so livid, it would have turned you on in an instant, “it’s not so clever now, is it? Sneaking away with other men. It’s not nice feeling such intense jealousy.”

It hit you that he truly had been doing it on purpose. He had let her crawl all over him, put her hands all over him - just to get back at you! You hadn’t seen Jack in weeks and you simply wanted to talk to him! How childish!

“I fucking hate you! You’re such an asshole!” You cried out, digging your fingers into your scalp as you tugged on your hair. You were so far gone into the red mist that it was beginning to feel difficult to leave it.

“You don’t hate me.” He stated plainly.

“Yes I fucking do! I definitely hate you right now!” You were red in the face.

“Is that so?” He cocked his head.

“YES!”

He was in front of you within and instant and his hands firmly gripped your waist, driving you backwards until the back of your knees hit your bed. You toppled backwards and his lips were on yours.

This dream was nothing but calmness. A warm water up to your waist. It rippled around you as you walked forwards with no problem. You were in nothing, and neither was he as he outstretched his hand. You were soon in his embrace, chests connecting as he tilted your head up to look at him. He held you close, freely falling back into water. It crashed over you, but you did not need to hold your breath, nor feel as though you would drown. Your hands moved to his face as you sunk further down, a darkness slowly overcoming you both. His lips came into yours and a warmth spread throughout you. His hands dug into your waist, pulling you close. Your legs automatically wrapped around him.

Coming out from the dream, you were panting, a string connecting yours and Dracula’s lips. You were now in the same position that you had been in in the dream - legs around his waist, hands on his face, his hands still firmly on your waist. It had calmed you down. Only a little. But it has definitely worked.

His eyes glossed over you and lifted you up a little, to undo the ribbon at the back of your necklace. He gently pulled it away , using his other hand to force your head up so that he could get a good look at your scar.

“Jealousy is a wonderful colour on you. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on so quickly in my 524 years.” He purred.

“You’re an asshole.” You breathed. On the outside, your body was calming down from the rage, but mentally, you were fuming still.

His mouth came down, tongue working on the beautiful mark he had made. You moaned out, fingers lacing into his hair at the contact. You wondered if this mark would feel the same if someone else kissed it? Or was it like werewolf lore, in which you were marked and connection by your mate with it was a nerve straight to your heat?

Either way, your body immediately lit up at the contact. You pressed a messy kiss to his cheek in response, breath hitching every time his tongue worked on the scar. Pulses were shooting through your body.

Dracula pulled away for a moment, kneeling up between your legs as he pulled them from his waist. His hands travelled down your left leg, fingers soon having the clasp of your shoe undone and gently pulling it away.

“I can’t believe you threw your shoe at her. I planned on keeping them on you.” He sighed.

“What do you know, Count Dracula has a thing for fucking girls in heels.” You teased with a roll of your eyes.

He began to chuckle and your hands worked at his jacket. You pushed it down his broad shoulders and he helped you pull it away from his arms. You laughed at the sight of him. His dress trousers were tight on his waist, accentuating his waist and you began to laugh harder. He was looking down at you with an unreadable expression. Most likely out of habit, his chest was rising and falling, straining against the shirt. His hair was a little disheveled.

“What is it?” He smirked.

“You look like you’re about to go and do the samba on Striclty!” You chuckled.

“At least someone is feeling better.” He smirked.

“Oh, I’m still fucking livid with you. I’m just taking the piss to keep myself calm.” You chuckled.

“Then maybe you want to take some of your frustration out on me, my darling?”

Using the material of his shirt, you pulled him back on to you, attacking his neck with kisses. He sighed at the feeling. Your warmth was spreading through him and all he wanted was to get you out of that dress.

“I need to tell you something,” you mumbled over his skin, your fingers now working at the buttons on his shirt.

“Yes, my darling?” His hands were running up and down your sides.

“I may,” a kiss, “or may not,” another kiss, “have forgotten,” another kiss and you pulled away to look up into his eyes with a faux innocence, “to put on any panties before we left.”

At your words, an animalistic growl tumbled through his chest like thunder.

“Fuck.” His hands stopped your own from undoing any more buttons and he pulled the material over his head in one swift movement, “you dirty fucking thing.”

You mewled. You’d never get used to way profanities spilled from his lips. You loved it. A rush went straight to your core. He came down once more, attacking your neck with kisses and working down to your collar bone. His hands grazed over your breats, still covered by the soft material of your dress. While he was busy, your fingers began work on the buttons of his trousers. When he had finally kicked them off, you pushed him up so that you could sit up a little.

“I should lock the door and leave you in here for the rest of night. And tie you up for good measure.” You whispered, paraphrasing him from the first time you had done this.

“Do you really think I’m not strong enough to break anything you attempt to bind me with?” He grumbled, moving to kiss your neck again. You stopped him.

“I want to try something.” A look of wickedness set in your eyes.

“What is it?”

“Go sit.”

He decided to listen to your command, making himself comfortable at the head of your bed. Within the next moment, you were straddling him. Your dress had ridden up your thighs. Dracula’s cool hands grazed up to the material.

“Can I?” He asked softly.

“You don’t need permission, Drac. Use me however you wish. Do whatever you want.”

He groaned at your words. With one fluid movement, the dress was off and you were straddling him, completely bare. He sucked in a breath at the sight of you. Chest a little flushed, nipples already perked up for him, legs over his, your hot core not quite touching him.

“Shit.” He whispered, “what do you want to do, darling?”

“Has anyone ever ridden your thigh before?” You sighed back, willing yourself to be still. There was something else that you were interested in riding, however, you knew that you couldn’t. You wondered if he’d every tell you why.

“I don’t think they have, no.” He sounded like all of the breath had been stolen from him.

“First time for everything.”

You shrugged and then manuvered both him and yourself so that you were straddling his left thigh, but you still did not make contact. His hands moved down your body, making sure to quickly give both of your nipples attention before resting on your hips. Your pussy was already drooling. How, he had no clue. He had barely touched you.

“Do I turn you on that much?” He chuckled.

“No, anger does.”

And you sunk down. Dracula watched the way you threw your head back, biting your lip as you help back your whimper at the feeling. You had only done this once before, and with with your ex. His thighs had never been too big and it had been a little uncomfortable for you. Dracula however... sweet Jesus. Such an expanse of muscle, thick and hard like other things, you suspected. His coolness spread over you and you wiggled your hips to get used to the feeling. You didn’t think you ever would.

“Move.” He suddenly commanded, voice dark. You dare not disobey, rolling your hips slowly against his thigh. The friction was enough, sending little jolts through your clit. Within a matter of minutes, your juices were covering most of the front side of his thigh, dripping down on to the bedsheets that hadn’t been changed since you were seventeen. Pink with white hearts. So mature.

He was enchanted. He couldn’t believe he’d struck absolute gold. The way you moved against him, the heat you were providing had him hissing. He was straining against his boxers, but he was too busy watching every minuscule movement of your body to care.

Your hands flew to his shoulders to stabilise yourself and you quickened your pace. Pleasure was building with the constant friction and you gasped when Dracula decided to flex his thigh beneath you. Your hands slipped, head rolling onto his shoulder and he had to grip your hips tightly, guiding your movements. You were trembling with the sudden build of pleasure and your hands moved down his firm front, coming to rest on his bulge. You smirked, biting lightly on his shoulder as one hand slipped beneath the waistband.

His girth was heavy in your hand, the only part of him other than his mouth that was hot. Your fingers couldn’t quite reach all the way around and you wondered if he was scared of hurting and if that was why he wouldn’t just fuck you into oblivion.

“[First]-“ he cut himself off when your thumb ran over his slit, collecting the few beads of precum that had collected. He groaned.

“You were saying?” You began pressing soft kisses against his shoulder. He flexed his thigh in response, a horrid tremble racking over your body and you sighed into his shoulder. His fingers were going to leave bruises. You were certain of it.

“You don’t have to.” His own head lolled back to rest on the highest metal bar of your bed frame.

“I want to.”

Your hand began to slowly pump his length, which was most definitely proportionate to his 6’4” tall body. Just feeling him in your hand had a hot wave of your slick dribbling down his thigh. You were going to cum. He knew this, too, slipping one of his hands down between your legs to help stimulate your clit a little more. The extra coolness, the firm, quick circles he drew had your body trembling as your orgasm washed over you. You kept your hand on his cock, loving the heat and the feel of it. When you had rode your orgasm out, you removed your hand and peered up at him.

He groaned at the look of you. Cheeks pink, eyes blown with the utter horniness you were currently in the midst of, lips parted and plumped from all of the kisses.

“Drac,” you began, in a quiet purr, “I need to taste you.”

“No.” He breathed sharply.

“Why not?” You repositioned yourself on him, purposefully connecting your core to the bulge in his underwear. Your hands flew around his neck, the utter feeling of it making you shakily moan. Your slick began to soack through the material.

“Because...” he began, “fucking shit.” You kept moving lightly, loving the way it felt. He gripped your hips once more, holding you in place, “stop.” He groaned.

“Drac, I need you. So badly. You can’t keep denying me when all my body craves is you.”

Oh, his heart. Of course, all he wanted was to pin you down beneath him and fuck you so hard that you forgot your own name. He had driven himself crazy thinking of all the things he wanted to do to you. He’d given himself all sorts of grief wondering how well you’d fit together, stretching you out, feeling you take him like how you took his fingers. There was just one problem.

“I can’t,” he looked over your face, clearly upset himself at having to deny you something you both wanted, “I’ll be honest...” he took a breath.

“Tell me.”

“The last thing you want inside of you is undead sperm, darling.” He whispered, catching your neck in a kiss.

“Why is that? Surely it’s all the same?” Your body was beginning to ache for more.

“It’ll kill you, [First]. Either way it goes in, that’s it.”

“But you... Lucy...”

“Do you really think I cared if she lived?” He looked up at you, “I love you, [First]. I want no part in hurting you. Ever.”

“Then I just won’t swallow.”

Another groan left his lips. Had he known you were such a fox in the bedroom, he may have thought twice before falling utterly head over heels for you. What on Earth was he going to do with you?

You managed to get out of his grasp, pushing yourself backwards, simultaneously curling your fingers around the waistband of his boxers and tugging. He lifted his hips, knowing that you were going to be stubborn on this. His member sprang free, hitting his somach as it did so. Now, it was your turn to eye him up greedily. Once his boxers had met the fate of the rest of the clothes in the bedroom, you lowered yourself down to all fours to assess your options. Your mouth quite literally dropped in surprise. Dracula chuckled.

“Have you finally realised that you may be a little too big for your boots?” He teased.

“Jesus Christ, Drac, you’re too big for my damn boots.”

He burst into laughter.

Seriously, how the hell were you meant to do this?! You knew he’d be hung, because, well, he was so tall! And broad! But you didn’t expect him to be so...

“What is it? Like six inches?”

“Why would I know something like that? It’s not like I go around... measuring. But since you asked so nicely, seven and a half.”

“Typical man. You all need to know your dick sizes, don’t you? What do you do, compare in the bathroom?” You chuckled.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t the stereotype that women congregate in bathrooms together?”

“Yeah but guys are obsessed with their cocks.” You rolled your eyes.

Before he could get another word out, you had suddenly moved forwards, licking a long, slow stripe from the base of his shaft and to the top. Hot and heavy on your tongue, you hummed, letting the vibrations rack through him. He gasped. You smirked, running your tongue over the tip, collecting a little more precum.

“Promise me you’ll stop before I release.”

You nodded.

“Wait,” you peered up at him, “can’t we just use a condom?”

“Absolutely not.” He answers sternly, “I’m most definitely only fucking you with nothing between us. I want to fill you up with my children, watch you overflow with my seed, bulge with my offspring. There’s no way in hell that I will do with any such thing preventing me from doing so.” His eyes darkened considerably as he spoke, dick twitching at the thought of fucking you full of his cum. You felt your juices spill from your cunt, between your thighs.

“You kinky motherfucker.”

His moan ripped through the room as you sucked him into your mouth, tongue swirling over his tip. Your jaw immediately ached with the stretch of accommodating him. You couldn’t help but giggle at his response to your mouth, the feeling of your laugh heightening the sudden pleasure.

He gazed down at you, unable to conceive that this moment was his reality. Locking eyes, you sucked more of him into your mouth, and whatever you couldn’t fit, you used your hands. Slowly, wanting to savour him, you began bobbing your head up and down. In all honesty, you were surprised he could even get hard, considering he had no pulse and no way for the blood to course his veins. His taste was pretty much the same as any other in the world. Salty, the bitter taste of his precum silencing the taste of the skin. But, because it was him, it was just a little more of an enjoyable taste.

Your tongue worked as your head bobbed and his fingers soon found their way tangling in your hair. He was wasting no time in controlling the pace and the depth of your movements. Slowly but surely, he was forcing your down more. Noises of his absolute and pure pleasure filled the room and your stomach was flipping. You were soaked and then some, feeling your juices almost flowing down your legs. You needed something on your core. Anything.

“You can take it,” he groaned, talking about his entire length down your throat.

You probably could. You’d definitely taken bigger during your post-breakup hookups. But you were still pissed at him. So you pulled off, coughing just a little to make it seem as though you truly couldn’t. He gazed at you.

“I’ve had enough.” You stated stoically.

“[First]?”

Truth be told, he panicked. Had he pushed you too far? You stood, facing away from the bed to let your grin of pure evil break out on to your features. Dracula was momentarily frozen in shock. He couldn’t believe he’d just-... his eyes caught your reflection in your TV and he suddenly grew just a little angry again.

You moved towards your dresser, leaning against it as you looked down at the wood, inspecting the groves. He picked himself up, prowling towards you. You gasped when his hands tugged at your hair, pulling your head backwards. He was looking down at you.

“Bitch.”

The sound of his hand connecting with your ass filled the room (and most likely the hallway, too), and you squeaked, arching your back more. He watched the way his smack rippled through your flesh.

“I wasn’t finished.” His mouth moved to your neck as his hand kneaded where he had just hit. He bit down hard on your scar, and you arched your back further, ass knocking into his dick. He hissed, “hand. Now.”

You offered him your hand and he lead it to his length. His other hand fell from your hair and moved to grasp your breast, pinching your nipple hard. Guiding your hand, he helped you to pleasure him and you turned in his arms, sinking to your knees. Taking both of your hands, you batted him away and leaned to drool all over the tip which was now blushing violently. He was close. Good. Wrapping your fingers tightly around him, you quickened your pace and he had to arch over you, gripping the edge of the dresser just to try and keep himself calm. As much as he had wanted these intimate moments to be sweet and loving, there was something in the anger that made this nasty, utterly fithy version feel phenomenal.

“Shit.” He growled through gritted teeth.

He twitched between your palms and you tipped your head back.

“What happens if it touches skin?” You inquired softly, slowing your movements for a moment.

“Nothing-“ he gasped, “don’t- don’t stop.”

His own voice stuttered and immediately, you picked up the pace. Oh, the growl that came from him as his hot seed shot out, soaking your chest in a sticky substance. It ignited your skin, a moan rippling from your own throat at the feeling of being covered in his cum.

When the strands stopped, and he began to grow flaccid in your hands, he took a step back to admire you. His seed was slowly seeping down your chest, over your breats, over your stomach.

With no hesitation, he picked you up and threw you back on to the bed, quickly settling between your legs.

“What a good little thing you’ve been for me. Look at you,” he meant your cunt, of course. You were soaked. Your legs gleamed with your juices, “all for me?”

“Every last drop.”

“Let me repay my debt.”

Your fingers balled the sheets the second his tongue darted out, trialling the taste of you. He groaned and went straight back for seconds. He lapped up your juices, circling your clit before moving back down towards the source of the sweetness coating his tongue. Thank god he read that book Lucy sent him on how much sex had changed, otherwise he would have never known bliss like his head being between your legs.

The feeling of his hot tongue giving your core much needed attention had you crying out. It didn’t matter that your parents were downstairs, or that Jack was most likely still here. Fuck them. You had a vampire eating you out like he was starving.

Your hands once again found their way to his hair and your hips began to move on their own accord. It had been so long since you had been in this situation, and the Count was most definitely outdoing every other person before him. He was devouring your cunt like a starving man and holy shit, nothing could ever amount to this. Your hips were quite literally jerking at the pleasure taking over your body.

Dracula’s hands moved to cup your ass and pulled you closer, prompting your legs to wrap around his head and hold him there. It only took a few more flicks of his tongue, a few more sucks on your clit before you let go, body trembling as your pussy contracted over nothing. More of your juices spilled and Dracula wasn’t quite done with you yet.

The hungry look he gave you when your legs finally released him had you rolling your head. You couldn’t go again. Your stomach was knotting.

He slid two fingers in with ease and the feeling of finally being full was enough for years to begin to stream down your face. The pleasure was growing too intense for your body to handle, but it seemed Dracula didn’t care anymore.

“I can’t-“ you panted, “I can’t go again.”

“Yes you can. You’re going to cum all over my fingers and prove to me who owns you.”

He began to thrust his fingers, loving the lewd sounds that filled the room. Your knuckles had turned white, your fingers curled. He was loving every second. His cum was drying on your chest now, becoming more visible as it stopped glistening. However, the sheen of sweat on your body gave you a heavenly glow.

Here you were, on the end of his fingers, eyes rolled back with the pleasure he was giving to you and you still managed to look like an angel. He breathed an amused sigh.

Your hips were grinding down into his fingers, you were spilling over his hand. Never had he met anyone quite like you... Who got this turned on by a vampire?

“Let’s see if I can just...” he trailed off, and when he pulled his fingers back, he inserted a third. The stretch didn’t burn due to the amount of lubrication you had created between your juices and his saliva. Instead, you felt even more pleasure, the stretch satisfying every thirst you’d had since... well, as long as you could remember being into the man currently using you.

“Drac-“ you whined through your tears, “please-!”

Though you weren’t explicit, Dracula knew your body all too well and bent down to press sweet and tantalising kisses to your clit. You whined, grinding onto his face and onto his fingers. Your stomach was burning with an ache of the overstimulation now and the orgasm that was building was going to be intense, you knew it.

Once again, his tongue worked on your clit and huge sparks of electricity coursed your body. His pumps grew faster and he widened the space between his fingers to stretch you even further. Your pussy was throbbing to release. It was so close. You squeezed your eyes shut, moans growing louder and higher.

“Holy shIT-!”

He pulled away as he felt a gush overcome his fingers. You clamped over his fingers so tightly as the most intense wave of pleasure came over you. He watched, mouth agape as the fluid squirted out, soaking the sheets below. Dracula held a smirk on his face. Your body convulsed as your orgasm continued to wash over you and a little more fluid gushed out. When you went limp, panting heavily, Dracula pulled his fingers out and couldn’t help but want to try the newest substance to come from your body.

It coated his tongue and...

“Well, now that’s better than blood.”

You laughed at his words, but the tightening of your stomach due to overstimulation made you “ow.” The realisation hit you that you had literally screamed down the entire house as Dracula had mouth and finger fucked you and you continued to laugh despite the intense pain in your gut. Dracula moves to your side, curling into you and laughing into your neck.

Breakfast was going to be awkward as fuck.

~^taglist in the reblog sorry^~

#did i get a measuring tape to ensure i didnt go over the top with the size #perhaps #did my own mother ask me why i was dying of laughter #whilst holding a measuring tape #i simply didnt want to go out of the bounds of realism #so 8 was way too long #;)#something different #dracula #bbc dracula #netflix dracula #dracula x reader #bbc dracula x reader #netflix dracula x reader #claes bang

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i was tagged by @raenawrites, @talesofsorrowandofruin, @writingamongthecoloredroses and @metanoiamorii thank you so much :)

here’s a lil something from the piece i’m writing for a request (enemies to lovers trope btw) (700 words till now)

A Night Of Truce

“Why didn’t you pick up sooner?” I snap as soon as the line connects. It’s freezing, I my car broke down and that’s the first thing i ask her.

There’s silence for a few seconds before a very dramatic voice asks, “Why do you sound like someone’s choking you and you can’t breathe?”. I pinch my eyes shut in frustration.

“Because its freezing outside and my car broke down,” i reply in a small voice. I hear a faint “shit” before loud rustling makes its way down the line.

“What the heck are you doing?” i ask, a little louder for this time.

“Would you give me a second, Im trying to save the day here,” she hisses back at me. My eyes roll out of their own accord at that.

I hear a door slam loudly, probably of our dorm. And the muffled voices continue for a few minutes before Savannah comes back.

“Okay, so, uh, i did my best. You do realise its too late for you to come back to uni, right? They’re gonna catch you if you come after hours.” She asks hesitantly.

“Sav, what did you do?” i ask, sensing that theres a loud bang about to come. For sure.

“ItalkedtoJackandhesaidKyleiscomingtopickyoup” she blurts out.

And there it is. The loud bang.

“W-What?” I sputter, not able to comprehend what she just said.

“Yeah, uh, you know how Kyle went out for the weekend? Well, he’s coming back and he's on your way to pick you up,” she hastily explains. Dread fills me all over.

“No, please, Sav, I am NOT going with him,” I plead, knowing she isn’t about to change her mind.

“Nope. Scarlett, just because you hate him, I can't leave you freezing in the middle of nowhere!” she states.

I groan loudly, making her chuckle. Whats there to be happy bout this?

A loud revving sound distracts me from her. I look down the road to see a car speeding toward me. I let out a loud shriek and turn around to face the bushes as the car comes to a stop just beside mine.

“Scared of me, Rose?” a loud gravelly voice says. Oh, I know that voice. He’s the only one who calls me that. One single time he heard my middle name and now it’s stuck.

Instead of answering to his stupid question, I just put my phone back to my ear and lmost kill Savannah through it.

“You were supposed to be my best friend,” I say dejectedly, repulsion coming off of me in waves at the thought of riding with my enemy.

“Oh, shush. You’ll be thanking me when you two get married. I can already picture it-” I hang up the call at her completely delusional imagination. Freaking Savannah of all people

“You ever going to come in here, or do you want to just stand there and freeze,” he says once again. This is going to be a long night.

tagging @little-boats-on-a-lake (this is all your fault i wrote this but i’m loving it. it sucks right now but it’s not edited gimme a break) @revolution-of-art @akindofmagictoo @raevenlywrites @hearteyeswrites

#my writing #my work #my works #a night of truce #writeblr

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c-can you write a haechan smut where he tortues y/n in public or something like that? btw i LOVED your mark ff it's one of my favorites i read so far and let me tell you i read a LOT. love you work!!

“Haechan, this doesn’t seem like a good idea,” you whined. Your boyfriend was excitedly lacing up his shoes as you stood by the front door waiting. You had a lot of things to do now that the weekend had finally rolled around and the last thing you needed was for Haechan to come up with any wild ideas but alas, here you were.

You wriggled around, feeling the cool metal of the vibrator he had asked you to wear, rub against your clit. The sensation alone was already causing knots to form in your stomach.

“Hey, we had a deal. Don’t tell me you’re too scared to go through with it...” he taunted. He was right. You guys had made a stupid bet earlier that week over the plotwist in a drama you had been watching together. Haechan barely seemed to pay attention to the sappy show but still somehow managed to predict the season finale. You weren’t sure what pissed you off more, the fact that you had lost the bet or the fact that the ending of your favourite show was so much different than what you had hoped for.

You sighed deeply. Probably both. “Hurry up, I have a lot to do,” you groaned. Haechan smiled up at you as he finished up with his shoes before standing up again and planting a kiss on your forehead.

“This is going to be so much fun,” he sang. “Yeah, for you maybe!” you grumbled as the two of you stepped out of the door into the hallway of your apartment. As expected, Haechan couldn’t wait to get started. He had both arms shoved into the pockets of his denim jacket as you entered the empty elevator and the second the doors closed you stumbled back against the wall as you felt the vibrator spring to life, buzzing silently against your clit. You let out breathy moans, trying your best to act normal because of the camera that was placed in the corner, directly across from you.

Haechans eyes twinkled with excitement as he smiled at you from the other side of the elevator. You met his gaze with an angry yet equally sultry look. “H-haechan, could you seriously not wait until we got out of here?” you snapped at him, trying your hardest to hold back your moans.

You let out a loud gasp as you felt the intensity of the vibrations increase — forcing you to hold on to the wall as you clenched your legs together. “Baby, you should really watch your tone when you speak to me,” he warned as his eyes narrowed at you. You were whining softly in the corner as you dropped your head down away from the view of the camera and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to find the strength to power through the stimulation. You finally reached the ground floor and before the doors could slide open, the buzzing stopped.

You were still gasping softly for air when you felt Haechan rope his fingers between yours, before stepping out of the elevator into the lobby and waving to the concierge on your way out, as if nothing had happened at all. All you could do was hold onto his hand and lean into his arm, trying your best not to lose your footing as you kept up with him, already feeling weak. This is going to be a long day, you thought to yourself. And you were right.

The entire duration of the car ride consisted of you leaning back in the front seat, moaning over the sound of the radio. Thank God you had tinted windows because there was no way other drivers wouldn’t have noticed you writhing around in ecstasy. “Haechannnn,” you whined as you pulled into a parking space outside of the grocery store. Your boyfriend had the most mischievous look on his face as he clicked away at the settings on the mini remote control that he had in his hand. He drew your face towards his. You couldn’t help it. As frustrated as you were, you were turned on beyond belief.

You dove into the kiss, moaning into his mouth as you slipped your tongue right past his lips. You were devouring his face and began to groan as he slowly started pulling away. “Holy shit, y/n... slow down,” he laughed. You had lifted yourself up off your seat and were halfway into haechan’s as you tried to bridge the gap between your bodies. The vibrator still buzzed at your core, and you couldn’t take it.

“I-I’m going to c-cum,” you stuttered in the passenger seat. You turned to Haechan hoping for some sort of empathy but he didn’t even reach out to kiss you or touch you again. Instead he sat back, watching you. “Alright, come for me, right...” he bagan as he fumbled around with the remote before turning it up onto the highest setting, “...now.”

You let out a sound that was a mixture between a moan and a scream as your orgasm hit you. Your hands gripped at your crotch over your jeans as you squeezed yourself through the fabric, clenching your legs. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK,” you swore as you felt the wetness seep out of you as Haechan watched. His mouth hung slightly open and you could see the growing erection in his pants as he reached out and palmed himself gently, watching over you as your body shook next to him. He was enjoying the show far too much. Tears started to pool in your eyes as you pleaded with him to turn off the device, and he finally did... clicking the off button as you collapsed back against the seat, drawing in heavy breaths as your eyes fell shut.

You felt Haechan sprinkle soft kisses on your head as he whispered. “Good girl... you lasted so long,” he cooed as he brushed the back of his hand against your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open to find him hovering dangerously close. “Keep it up and I promise that once we get home I will fuck you so well that you won’t even be able to walk afterwards,” he seethed as he squeezed himself through his jeans. You whimpered at his words as your legs clenched again.

Haechans expression changed almost immediately, catching you off guard and scaring you a bit. “Okay, lets go in. We ran out of eggs by the way so let’s get those first before we forget,” he said casually as he opened up the door and hopped out of the car.

You sat in the passenger seat staring out the window after him with wide eyes, completely in disbelief at the change in his demeanor before clambering out after him. How the fuck was he acting so normal?

The shopping trip was short and sweet. It seemed the both of you were growing impatient after Haechans little comment and were eager to head back home. Haechan was a bit more generous this time. There were lots of people around the store so he refrained from torturing you too much — but of course he didn’t stop completely.

Whenever the two of you would end up in a more deserted aisle in a less populated area of the store he would switch on the vibrator again watching as you gripped the shopping cart tightly between your hands, whimpering quietly. You were so glad you had worn a longer cardigan and dark pants because you were almost certain that you had soaked yourself at this point. You stood in an isle as you looked for new cutlery to purchase when you felt the familiar buzzing return. Haechan stood directly behind you this time, wrapping his arms around you and dropping his head down to whisper in your ear as you let out soft moans.

“You look so sexy right now,” he cooed. Your cheeks had been permanently stained a soft pink colour since you had entered the store because of your arousal. Your lips were also plump and bruised red from all the biting you had done to hold in your moans. Haechan dropped kisses down your neck. “I want you to cum for me again right here,” he ordered. You shifted your gaze to either end of the aisle to make sure no one was around. If anyone did pass by, the two of you would look like any other young couple romantically shopping. “H-haechan—“ you began to protest before you felt the buzzing increase once more to its maximum setting

“Oh... OH” you gasped as your body fell backwards into your boyfriends arms as another orgasm rolled through you. You could do nothing but clench your legs and let out deep breaths in order to refrain from causing a scene. This time you could really feel the wetness pooling between your legs as you regained your composure and tugged at your sweater, hoping it was covering you up enough.

Haechan stood back and giggled a bit as he watched you frantically attempt to compose yourself before you continued to push the shopping cart towards the front of the store in a huff. Haechan drew you into his side and planted a kiss on your cheek before whispering “sorry, couldn’t help it. Let’s get out of here though, I need to be inside of you as soon as possible.”

You had cashed out in record time and decided to abandon all the other errands you planned for the day. Haechan’s little game had completely thrown you off of your routine. Even though you had already cum two times already, you didn’t feel like you could function properly until you had every inch of your boyfriend buried inside of you. The thought alone was driving you insane as you rushed out of the car with a bag of groceries in hand. You greeted the concierge once more as you waited for the elevator.

Once it arrived you both entered and once again you felt the vibrator spring to life. You leaned back against the wall again as the doors began to slide shut, just as a hand interrupted its action — sending the doors opening up again. Haechan shot you a surprised look as someone entered the elevator with you. “Sorry!” they said. It was one of your neighbours, an older woman who lived a couple floors below you. You thought haechan would have stopped the device but you met his gaze once more as he shot you a wink and turned up the setting. You let out a soft whimper as your neighbour looked over at you concerned.

“Oh, is everything okay?” she asked as she watched a bead of sweat slide down the side of your forehead as you let out shallow breaths. You nodded, trying your best to hold it together. “Y-yeah, just not feeling too great,” you stammered.

You felt the vibrators intensity increase as you let out a full on groan. “Ah— gosh, I have a MASSIVE headache,” you lied as your neighbour went wide eyed once more. “You look like you’re burning up. You may have a fever. Make sure you take something right away!” she advised as the door dinged open on her floor. You couldn’t even respond, simply nodding your head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her!” said haechan as the elevator shut once more, leaving only the two of you inside. You reached your floor a few seconds later, as the buzzing continued. Haechan had refused to turn the device off as you were in the final stretch.

The seocnd you had unlocked the door and entered the apartment you had dropped the bag of groceries and kicked off your shoes, dragging Haechan by his collar into the room in a rage.

“You asshole —“ you muttered as you weaved through the hall towards your bedroom. Haechan giggled as he trailed behind you. Once you had shut the door behind you, you had pulled your pants down, letting the vibrator fall to the floor, buzzing against the hardwood. Haechan had begun undressing himself too as you pushed him backwards onto the bed, climbing into his lap and immediately positioning him at your entrance.

You slipped his entire cock right into your dripping hole as you let out a sweet soft moan. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to ride you for hours,” you groaned as you rotated your hips in circles, as your clit dragged against his abdomen. Haechan dropped his head back as he allowed you to use him for your own pleasure. Your knees began to go weak as you felt your orgasm approaching. Haechan leaned up flipping you over to be on top as he spread your legs before burying himself into you again. He dropped kisses down your neck and suckled at the flesh as you lay there motionless in complete bliss, savouring the feeling of him slipping against your wells.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come again,” you whimpered in his ear. He drew your mouth in for a kiss as he pulled at one of your legs, forcing it up higher to rest around his waist as he pistoned his hips forward, slapping against your flesh and hitting the deepest parts of your core. You moaned into eachother’s mouths as you felt his hips jerk, releasing spurts of warmth into you. Your orgasm hit you just as you felt his cum begin to seep out of you and he continued to thrust himself against your body as you both rode out your high. He collapsed against you soon after, still remaining inside you as your insides contracted and you felt him begin to go soft — leaving only the sound of the buzzing vibrator on the floor and your deep breaths to fill the silence of your bedroom.

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Male changeling (Dunnock) x female reader - Part Two (sfw)

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I had not intended for this to get so long, and the story is now three chapters in total! The last part just needs a bit more adding (it's nsfw btw) and some editing, so it shouldn't be as long between this and the last part as it was between the first and second. It’s been up on Patreon for a while, since folks there get it on early release as usual.

Catch up with Part One (sfw) here (Tumblr link | Patreon link)

Content: more fluffy bonding and memories with our childhood friend, a bit of talk about the reader's father, and of Dunnock's origins/background, and preparations for the little village's Spring Equinox Festival...... Wordcount: 2886

As dawn filtered through the thin, light-degraded fabric of the hut’s old curtains, you became gradually aware of the warm, solid presence of Dunnock’s body behind you. After sharing the evening and your food with him for supper, you’d fallen asleep on the soft hearthrug beside him, and apparently he had dozed off as well. Over the course of the night, as the fire had died down to little more than ashy, red embers, he had shifted to tuck you tightly against his chest. One massive arm dangled over your waist, clawed hand resting limp and relaxed in the space beside your stomach, the other arm pillowing his strange head.

In the moments before he stirred too, you stared at him. The monumentality of just what his existence meant stunned you for a second, and you swallowed thickly. He was every bit as real as the solid floor beneath you, and yet your mind screamed at you that he was impossible. The smoky grey fur swirled around his closed eyes in a pattern that made you ache to trace your finger along it, just to feel the contours of his face, the strange plains and angles that weren’t quite wolf and weren’t quite bear; they weren’t quite anything that you could relate to, and yet there he was.

Perhaps sensing the shift in your breathing as you slid from sleep to wakefulness, perhaps sensing nothing at all, Dunnock inhaled more deeply and blinked himself awake. His long-lashed eyelids fluttered for a moment before they revealed the deep, cornflower blue of his eyes and you smiled. He, however, appeared to crash back to reality with a jolt. The moment he realised where his arm had been lying, he retracted it with the speed of a striking viper, ears flattening and eyes widening.

“Sorry,” he murmured, voice rough and thick with sleep. “I… I didn’t… I didn’t mean…”

“It was nice,” you smiled honestly, half rolling and half shuffling to look at him a little better. More than one part of you felt bruised and sore from your night on the hard floor, and you probably had makeup smudged under your eyes or something, but there was a look in his steady eyes that made you not want to care at all. They really were spectacular eyes after all - the brightest and most vibrant blue.

He blinked slowly, left eye closing fractionally before the right, and you grinned as you recognised it as something that the little barefoot boy in the woods had done too. In a flash, you saw him standing in a glade and beaming at you with a handful of dirt and a tiny hazelnut that had clearly been stashed by a squirrel and subsequently forgotten and left to sprout. His freckles had enchanted you as much as his eyes had, and you found yourself tumbling unbidden down the verdant banks of memory lane in an instant.

“What?” he rumbled.

With a chuckle, you reached a hand up to his cheek and trailed your fingertips over the impossibly downy fur there. A quiet, almost wheezing rumble left him, and those eyes, so clear and intense, disappeared again as his eyelids fluttered down, unable to look at you as you touched him with such tenderness.

“What?” he repeated in a hoarse whisper without opening his eyes.

“Just remembering the little things, is all…” you said. “You really are the same, you know?” you added a moment later as you dropped your hand again.

At that, he did look at you, surprise evident in the set of his cervine ears.

“I mean… sure, you’re about as different as it’s possible to get, physically, but you’re just the same otherwise.”

His lips tugged into a wonky smile that revealed sharp canines, and he rolled onto his back to stretch. He lay there for a while with his hands resting lightly on his chest and his legs stretched out like a hound luxuriating by a fire.

“How’s your leg?” you asked as your eyes travelled down the length of his strange and beautiful body.

Flexing his foot experimentally, the pads of his paws spreading rather sweetly, he grunted and nodded. “Fine. All healed.” Shooting you a cheeky sidelong look, he added, “Told you.”

Breakfast was bacon butties, something that Dunnock hadn’t had since your father had died, and he clearly relished them.

“He used to bring me one sometimes,” Dunnock confessed after practically inhaling two soft white rolls filled with hot, crispy bacon that you’d offered him. “I’d always smell them when he made them on Saturdays, and sometimes he’d see me between the trees and make me an extra one too.”

Something ached at the thought of Dunnock knowing your father almost better than you had.

As if he’d spotted the thought on your face, the changeling looked away and then added, “He used to talk about you a lot.”

“Really?”

“Mn. If he’d recently come back from visiting you when I saw him, he’d tell me about how you were getting on. I think he knew I missed you too.”

Guilt twisted your gut and you felt your breakfast curdle as you stood by the kitchen window and gazed out at the empty bird feeder on the edge of the clearing near your car. “I should have come back here, but I just never seemed to find the time… between studying and taking care of mum - at least to start with - and then juggling work experience and a part time job to pay the rent…”

“He understood,” Dunnock supplied quietly from behind you, and you sensed that he wasn’t just speaking for your father.

“That… That doesn’t make it easier,” you said. “I’m glad he did though.” After another pause you said, “I loved him a lot.”

Dunnock bobbed his head and grunted softly. “You’re a lot like him.”

“Mum always said I’d end up working for the wildlife service or something. Speaking of… I’d planned to take a hike today. You don’t know of any good trails, do you?” you asked with a grin.

“Oh, I can think of a few nice routes,” he chuckled, heaving himself onto all fours and shaking his dense fur out. “I’ll let you get ready and meet you just up that little trail where you found me yesterday.”

The hike with Dunnock brought back a relentless flood of memories.

He led you down the network of endless paths that the two of you had forged together as children, taking in all the old haunts from the Neolithic quarry nestled between tall mossy pines, to the small bog at the edge of the forest where the heath drained down into a treacherous, peaty swamp, dark and stinking and full of tannins. Here there were butterflies and glittering dragonflies that made crazy loops through the reeds, and rabbits with twitching noses snuffling through the underbrush. Further out, you saw stocky, bristle-brush ponies on the moor, and the larks burbling above, and although the walk drained you, physically, it began to recharge something mentally that had been empty for so long that you’d failed to notice it any more. Even your boss had seen it, but it had evaded you for the longest time.

That evening, Dunnock stayed with you again, and he remarked on the life returning to your eyes, which made you blush and thump him on the shoulder. In turn, he just rumbled another chuckle.

“Dun… Tell me about the Fae then?” you asked after you'd both eaten. With Dunnock tucking into your food as well, you were almost out of the modest supply you’d bought on your way in, and the next day you’d have to go to the store in Iska’s Well.

A ripple of tension shuddered almost imperceptibly up his spine, and he seemed to have braced for an impact that you couldn’t see. Sitting beside the fire that you’d decided to let die down early that night, he then sighed and half shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know much about it. I’ve never lived with them.”

“But… how do you know what you are?” you pressed carefully.

Taking another huge lungful of air, he shifted slightly and gave another noncommittal shrug. “The family - whose human baby my parents stole to bring up as Fae - raised me until I was about five I think, and I must have shifted for the first time around then. I don’t really remember them very well, but I remember that they were frightened of me. The woman was… she… I think she knew about the Fae in some way because the moment she saw what I was, she drove me to the forest and left me there. I won’t repeat what she said, but she knew that I wasn’t human. I don’t know what the man thought of what she did, but no one ever came for me.”

He didn’t seem particularly upset by any of what he’d just revealed to you - just awkward - but you sat there with your mouth hanging open in horror. “Dunnock…”

“What?” he asked, blue eyes searing with a frank confusion that stunned you.

When you blurted, “You were abandoned twice?”

He just snorted. “I suppose so, but the forest took care of the rest. And I include your father in that. He knew I was different when he found me riding the wild ponies across the heath. I must have been six or so, completely naked and thoroughly wild… I think he gave me some of my earliest clothes…”

It was your turn to snort. “I can’t believe he didn’t try to take you to a hospital or a police station like any sane person would have done.”

“I shifted in response to what I thought was a threat,” Dunnock laughed, shaking his head as he fondly recalled the events of his first meeting with your father.

“And he just… accepted it?” you asked, amazed. From what you recalled of your father he had been a patient man, but not very… imaginative. He’d entertained no ideas of religion or of a world beyond. For him to accept that Dunnock wasn’t from this world painted him in a new light. You wished you could talk to him about it now, and that thought brought unexpected tears to your eyes.

Dunnock startled at the change in you and surged silently to his feet, nuzzling his head and cheek against your neck where you sat on the floor with your back to the moth-eaten couch behind. “I’m sorry,” he said.

Shaking your head, you told him it was fine. “Being here - and learning all this - it’s just… stirring up old feelings, you know?”

“I know. How about you tell me more about the animals you care for? I’d like to hear what happened to the Rottweiler that wouldn’t be adopted without the rabbit…”

You knew he was distracting you, but you were only too happy to tell him that one.

Yet again, Dunnock stayed the night, but this time you both curled up on the mattress in the corner of the room. There was no need for a sleeping bag with the warmth that Dunnock’s body threw off, and you curled gratefully into the curve of his body while he didn’t hesitate to wrap his arm around you this time.

As you drifted on the shores of sleep some time near midnight, having talked each other hoarse again, he gave a cavernous sigh and tugged you a little tighter, murmuring in your ear, “I missed you…”

The next day you woke late and headed into Iska’s Well in the car while Dunnock returned to the woods alone. “I’ll know when you’re back,” he said quietly. “That infernal jay will probably come tattling to me first.”

“Really? Do they actually… you know… speak?” you’d asked, cheeks hot with embarrassment.

He shook his head. “Not with words like we are now, but they have their own way. I got pretty good at listening, besides… I can… feel when you’re in this part of the wood.”

You’d petted him gently between his ears and listened to his brief but happy rumble before he’d risen onto his hind legs and brought his finger to the underside of your chin. Leaving with an obviously affectionate little stroke there, he disappeared into the shadows in a mere few paces, and you blinked in surprise. It was as if he’d vanished completely and you swayed on the spot.

“Dunnock?” you whispered.

“Mn?” came his curious response from the depths of the trees. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah… don’t worry. See you later,” you breezed. He really was something Fae about him after all.

Iska’s Well was busy that lunchtime, which was to say that there were all of three people in the general store, and they were all talking animatedly about the Spring Equinox Festival. The owner of the shop, a portly woman in her early sixties with soft grey hair and a motherly look to her, glanced away from their little huddle as the brass bell above the door tinkled a welcome, and she smiled at you. “Hello dear!” she called. “How’s the old cabin treating you? No squirrels in the roof?”

“Nothing of the sort, thank you,” you replied, warily eyeing the other three women who had suddenly taken a very keen interest in you.

“Oh that’s good,” the shop owner exhaled dramatically. “I was wondering after you left last time if we’d have to send Steve down to help you out with anything. I’m pleased to hear that your father’s place is being lived in again.” She turned to the other three gathered conspiratorially at the end of the counter and added, “You remember our dear ranger? Well, this is his daughter. She’s only up here for a short while though, is that right?” she asked you and you nodded.

One of the women brightened visibly, her initial suspicion of an outsider evaporating now that she had a context for you, and she said, “Oh! How long are you here for then? You should come to the Equinox Festival tomorrow. It’s the highlight of the spring! Isn’t that right, Martha?”

The shopkeeper nodded. “Our Sam is going to be playing with his little band, and there’s a hog roast and dancing… You’ll never want to leave, I promise!”

“Sounds ominous,” you quipped, but the women only laughed.

“We’ll see you there then?” the second asked.

She looked like the kind of woman who wouldn’t take no for an answer where hospitality was concerned - in fact they all did - so you just nodded and smiled and said you’d probably be there. That seemed to do the trick and you were allowed to continue your shopping in peace, leaving fifteen minutes later and heading back to the cabin.

Dunnock wasn’t there when you drew up in the little gravel parking area in front of the house, and he didn’t reappear until sunset which saw you sitting on the porch step, idly watching the birds flit back and forth from the pines to the bird feeder.

“No wonder everyone’s here,” came Dunnock's deep, rough voice from between the rough trunks of the nearby trees. “Sunflower seeds at this time of year - what a treat, eh?”

You couldn’t help smiling, and in a heartbeat you found yourself on your feet and walking towards him. It felt as though he were reeling you in, pulling you closer by the sheer force of his presence. Everything about this felt natural and right and you didn’t pause to think. He leaned his tall body against the last of the trees and waited for you to join him, watching you approach with his steady, forget-me-not blue gaze.

Hanging on the branch beside him you noticed two fresh trout, and you raised an eyebrow at him.

He shrugged. “You’ve been feeding me since you got here. Thought I should return the favour. Do you not like fish?”

“Oh, they’re fine,” you grinned. “You’re lucky my dad taught me how to deal with them though. Not everyone knows how to gut and bone a fish…”

Something flashed across his face but he hid it behind a chuckle.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“That was definitely a ‘something’,” you pressed playfully.

Dunnock just shook his head stubbornly and took the fish off the branch with a claw and into the cabin for you.

As you ate that night, Dunnock easily lounging on the floor and you at the little scrubbed wooden table in the kitchen, you were reminded of the equinox festival. “Have you ever been?” you asked when you brought it up.

Dunnock shook his shaggy head. “No,” he said, easing back a little and leaning a fraction closer to the wood burning stove. Apparently, despite the thickness of his pelt, he really enjoyed the heat it threw off. “I’ve heard it going on most years though. Sounds like it could be fun.”

“You think I should go?” you asked and he grinned.

“If you want,” he shrugged. “I think most of Iska’s Well show up for it. You’ll have no shortage of dance partners, that’s for sure.”

With a snort, you inhaled deeply with the satisfaction of a full stomach and easy company and murmured, “Maybe I will go after all…”

Part Three

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