#oops almost forgot him lol

[set-phasers-to-whump]

caretaking

prompt: concussion

whumpee: illya kuryakin

fandom: the man from uncle

hi hello here's me giving illya another concussion :) this one was written for an anon, hope you like it!!!! note: it's set pretty early into their partnership (i simply love exploring that dynamic lol)

This is not the first time that Illya has been pistol-whipped. It is not the second or the third, either. The crack of metal against his forehead, the sharp, hot pain, the immediate rush of blood down his face, none of it is new. 

He’s used to this sort of thing - he lets his opponent get a hit in, lets them think he’s content to kneel and not fight back, and then strikes out. 

It is no different this time. He stays on his knees, biding his time while his angry captor rants at him, feeling the hot blood steadily drip down his skin. And then the right moment arises, and he lunges at the other man, taking him down silently and with practiced ease. The man is dead before his head even touches the ground. 

Illya stands up, the gun with his own blood darkening its metal in his hand. He wipes blood out of his eyes, takes a steadying breath to ward off the dizziness that usually accompanies a pistol-whipping, and sets off to find his partners. He hopes that they have had easier jobs of achieving their parts of the mission than he’s had. 

Fortunately, they have. Both of them are waiting for him at their agreed meeting spot a few streets away, none the worse for wear. 

“Everything is okay?” Illya asks, before either of the others can get a word in about the blood on his face. 

“I’ve got the disk,” says Gaby, holding up a green plastic container and shaking it. 

“I’ve got the codes,” says Solo, patting his jacket pocket. “And you’ve got blood all over your face.”

“I know. It’s fine. I have the key.”

“You know, a bloody face generally isn’t fine, in my experience.”

“In mine it is.”

By an unspoken mutual agreement, they begin walking, sticking to back alleys and unpopulated streets. “What happened?” Gaby asks, as they round a corner and step beneath an especially bright streetlight. Illya squints, the brightness making his head throb unpleasantly. 

“Nothing important.”

“Are you injured?” Solo asks. 

Gaby hits him on the arm. “What else does blood mean?”

“It’s fine.” Illya says, and hopes he doesn’t sound angry. He tries not to be angry when they ask after him like this. He’s getting better, he thinks, but their behavior is still foreign to him. He still doesn’t quite understand it or know what he is supposed to do with it. 

Both of his partners sigh in unison. Illya has learned that this is never a good sign in regards to being left alone. 

“You’re bleeding, Illya. We just want to make sure you’re okay.”

His head throbs again. He can feel his thoughts starting to go fuzzy and forces himself to concentrate. He’s had enough concussions to know the signs, but this is nothing he can’t handle. He’ll just have a headache for a few days. It isn’t important. 

“Really, I am fine.”

“At least tell us what happened?” Solo asks, as they come out into the service yard behind their hotel. 

Illya, hoping to get his insistent partners to stop their questioning, relents. “I got hit.” He shifts his jacket slightly to show them the gun that he has tucked into his waistband. “No big deal.”

“I’m sorry,” Solo says, putting an arm out to stop Illya when he reaches for the handle to the back door. “What I’m hearing is, you got pistol-whipped?”

Illya shrugs. “Yes.”

“And that’s fine to you?”

Illya gives him a sarcastic smile and then pushes past him, opening the door. “I have a hard head.”

It’s the middle of the night by now, and no one is inside the hotel when the three spies, one streaked with blood, step through the back door. 

“Good night,” Illya says, as they reach the empty staircase. His room is on the second floor, and both of them are down on the first. He is looking forward to a quiet, restful night, with nothing to bother him but his head. 

His partners, unfortunately, have other plans. “Sorry, no,” Gaby says, she and Solo both following Illya up the stairs towards his room. “You have a head injury.”

“It is barely a scratch,” Illya lies. He has been steadily getting dizzier for the past several minutes, and there’s an insistent nausea pressing at his chest. He wants very badly to simply lie down and fall asleep. 

“Then we’ll be quick,” Solo says. “Besides, we might as well enjoy our last night here. I happen to know the hotel provided you with a rather decent bottle of scotch.”

“How do you know that?” Illya asks, and then the door to his room is opening in front of him. 

He looks to Solo, who grins and holds up Illya’s room key. Illya snatches it back from him with a practiced scowl, and with nothing else to do, steps inside with his partners at his heels. 

Gaby takes charge, pushing him towards the couch and telling Solo to get the first-aid kit which all three of them are required to carry. 

As soon as Solo brings the kit, Gaby, without waiting to give Illya any time to protest, begins to clean his face with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol. Her movements are sure and quick and Illya closes his eyes and forces himself not to react, both to the sting of the alcohol and to the feeling of someone else touching his face. 

This done, Gaby stares intently at him. Solo joins in. Illya refuses to look back at them.  

“That’s a pretty deep gash,” Solo says. “Are you feeling okay? Are you dizzy at all? Nauseous?”

“Concussed?” Gaby adds, in case Solo’s questions had not been obvious enough. 

Illya shakes his head, which is not a good idea. Everything spins. He shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath. 

“Illya, are you okay?”

He opens his eyes and looks at the concerned faces of his partners. He feels angry. At himself, mostly, for showing weakness. At them, a bit, for being so insistent, even though he has been slowly learning that this is simply how they are. 

“I’m fine.”

“You’re pale.”

“It’s the lights.”

“You look…off.”

“I said, I am fine!” Illya snaps, shooting to his feet. Immediately, black spots fill his vision and his ears start to ring and he only just manages to stop himself from throwing up right there on the hotel floor. 

He shuts his eyes and doesn’t move. Steady hands push him gently downwards until he’s sitting back down on the couch. He keeps his eyes closed and folds himself over so that his head is nearly resting on his knees and just tries to breathe and waits for this to pass. 

His partners’ hands are still touching him, even after several seconds. This prolonged contact is new. Despite his slight discomfort with the sensation, it is grounding. He knows where he is. Who he is with. All he has to do is sit and breathe and wait for his head to stop spinning, wait until he does not feel like he is going to pass out.

Eventually, he feels steadier. Very slowly, Illya sits up and opens his eyes. 

Solo is crouched next to him with a hand on his knee and another on his back. Gaby is on the couch on his other side, one hand on his back and one on his arm. 

“How are you feeling?” Solo asks, and his voice is as gentle and quiet as Illya has ever heard it. 

“Okay,” Illya says. “Not so dizzy.”

“I think you might be concussed.”

“Yes.” He supposes he cannot very well deny it now. 

“And you were planning on, what? Hiding it from us?”

“The mission is almost over.”

“You don’t stop being hurt just because we’re not actively working.”

“It is not so important.”

“Of course it’s important,” Gaby says. “You’re our partner. Whether we are on a mission or not.”

Here it is again, that alien, confusing concern. Illya finds that he is too worn out to fight it off, to think about what it means. He stays silent. 

“Why don’t you get some rest?” Solo asks, squeezing his knee. “We’ll stay, wake you up every couple of hours.”

Illya blinks at him. No one has ever offered to stay. He doesn’t need it. But…

“You aren’t allowed to say no,” Gaby says. “It’s protocol.”

He does remember their medical training. He had simply assumed he would be able to ignore it when necessary. Apparently today he has no such luck. 

“Okay,” he agrees, since there is nothing else for him to do.

Both of them smile at him, which is a bit strange. And then their hands are guiding him again, and he doesn’t have it in him to shrug them off. 

He ends up lying down on the couch, legs slightly bent so that he can fit. Solo drapes a blanket over him - Illya has no idea where he’d gotten it from - and Gaby turns off the light. 

“See you in a couple hours,” Solo says. “Sweet dreams.”

Gaby touches his cheek, quick as anything. “Good night, Illya.”

“Good night,” Illya mumbles, and at last falls asleep. 

thanks for reading! this could probably be better edited but i am tired so i am gonna go to sleep lmao. hope you liked it! <3

[leskowitx]

Redraw of that one screenshot bc I love him

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

This isn't how it's supposed to be..

Inspired by @raincitygirl76's lovely post about beloved Simon's emotional state here. 💜🧡

[bigkickguy]

wip - trying to doodle my rarepair on the beach and i can't stop trying to make emo ideas happen so im spitting out here to get it out of my head eustace and isaac could be cute !! just let them have their peace and quiet!! I'm starting to rotating them in my mind !!

[lanlishiba]

KNOCK KNOCK, I am here asking for lore on dull sans, I just discovered him but i really love the lore so far, may I have some spare lore for this starving anon

He woke up in the antivoid after he escaped his dying au.

He thought he was dead since he couldnt speak, and it was just white all around him.

Dull stayed there long enough until the majority of his memories started to fade

Luckily, Ink found him before he could turn into a glitch

Although communicating with each other was tough because the other couldn't talk, Dull managed to write down his words on some papers so Ink could understand him better

And then the guardian helped him from there.

[caramelmochacrow]

polym4id cariňosa <3

notes/me going insane abt them under the cut bc i know the tags would be long if i didn't!

first up! carinosa is a folk dance that originates from the colonial era of the philippines. it tells the story of a man and a woman falling in love but are too shy to properly show it so they do a little hide and seek type of thing. the fan and handkerchief play a very important role for the dance because it helps tells the audience their shy way of showing love.

my headcanon for dalia's mother is she's filipino and her father is japanese. her brother has no canon appearance yet so i just made one up for him!

i headcanon dalia being very close to her filipino side of the family since her mother always video-called them when she has the chance ever since she was a kid. her relative gifts her and her brother presents every time it was their birthday or any holiday.

marika is literally the "ideal" dalagang pilipina (on the outside). fair skin, nice attitude, has a good career as a model, and is very sweet. dalia's relatives would probably like her a lot if they didn't know abt the fact marika does NOT clean her room n stuff.

"tito" in english is "uncle", not to be confused w "ninong" which is used for godfathers (ive accidentally called my tito 'ninong' more than two times bc i didnt know this difference when i was younger). the feminine equivalant for both words are "tita" and "ninang".

no one is wondering this but the reason i didn't get any of their boobs out is bc that would be. not good to do. it's a no no. that era in the philippines was very conservative on that kind of thing, so it would be a bit disrespectful (to me) to do such a thing. also how am i supposed to get the tits out w that outfit huh? (and i cant drAW BO--)

also also. if ur curious why some tagalog words remind u of spanish or anything reminds u of something from spain, it's bc spain colonized the philippines for 300 years. that's why some filipinos have "spanish" names. my middle and last name r spanish bc of this. (idk if some of this is correct tho bc i havent went to a filipino history lesson for like. two years technically. reason why i kinda remembered this is bc we were taught this ever since we were like. in kindergarten.)

that saori and dalia one is based on an image in the wikipedia page of carinosa. i rlly liked it a lot even tho it isnt even part of the dance lol. that was the first drawing i did for this and it took me a while to finish haha.

this isnt connected to the drawings (kind of) but back in my old old school in the philippines we had to dance the carinosa for this annual dance competition against every grade, from the kindergarteners to the damn high schoool students. it was a mixed school so there were boys n girls and i was paired up w one of my friends, all of us were practicing rlly hard but when the performance day came, my friend and his brother (also my other friend i think) wasnt there. so i had to be paired up w the girl his brother was supposed to be paired up w, and considering the fact this song is abt a two lovers n stuff it made it pretty gay lol. we did well but we didn't win, i forgot who won tho...

also rika's necklace is from that one art from the character designer where's theyre wearing the yoba academy uniform.

[bukuoshin]

AGHGHAGAGA

I'm almost finished making cookies, yayyyyy!

\(^〰^\)

[noveauskull]

Tysm for feeding us with ur wuwa smut fics bro <33 and btw since requests r open as u said, can u pls write the NSFW reaction of wuwa men when their fem s/o is always half-naked when their both home alone?? Lol, and if they ask why their s/o is so relaxed to just roam and walk around their private home nearly naked, s/o just shrugs her shoulders and says something like: “We’re a couple, now— are we not? I don’t see the problem here.” EHHEEHEEHHEHHEHEH >:333 (Again tysmsmmss amd have a good day/noon! 🫶)

How WUWA Men React When You Walk Around The House Half-Naked (NSFW)

characters: jiyan, mortefi, geshu lin, yuanwu, scar, aalto, calcharo x reader

warnings: suggestive behavior, teasing, not really all the way, just a short post, nsfw

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Scar:

He doesn't mind when you walk around half naked, matter of fact he'd go walking around half naked with you

You just know that he's purposely trying to hug you just to feel your skin on his

Somehow the two of you would end up fucking

"Why bother wearing clothes at this point?"

Sometimes he even rubs himself on you while you're half naked, sick pervert

He encourages it a lot

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Yuanwu:

He's flustered by your confidence, but glad enough you trust him to see your body

Despite being a gentleman, he is still a man, so he'd often times stare at you while having a nice sip of tea

"Aren't you cold?" You were in fact, not cold at all. The only shivers you get is when you feel a pair of eyes on you

Suddenly he's smiling at you and offering you to help him get his glasses in the bedroom

And now he's pinning your hands to your head and kissing you

You didn't mean to be provocative, but it happened anyways

-----

Mortefi:

"WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?"

He's panicked at first but he gets used to it later, a bit of a drama king but when you pointed out on him revealing his chest he just blushes and sighs in defeat

Definitely ogling at you, he especially loves the way he could see your boobs when you're only in your bra

At one point when he stands too close to you he's already pinning you to the wall and kissing you

"If this is your way of teasing me then it's working" He's say while blushing profusely

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Jiyan:

He's shocked but he doesn't say anything, instead he just tries to avoid staring at you and hopes you'd out some clothes on

But you don't, you're still in your underwear and it's getting really bad for his heart to see you walking around so freely

When he feels like he wants to talk to you about it, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and make you stare into his eyes and ask you if you were interested in going to bed together to fuck

And of course you say yes, cause he's already slipping his hand down to grope your ass, leaving you no choice

Jiyan likes it when you wear less in front of him

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Aalto:

He starts acting like he saw you for the first time and starts flirting with you

You didn't expect him to wrap his arm around you and slip his hand into your bra though

Now he's trying to have a conversation with you while he's teasing your nipple, just so you would get wet

"Oops, almost forgot about my food in the microwave" He stands up and leaves you alone on the couch, wet and confused

But you're definitely gonna keep walking around half naked, that's for sure

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Geshu Lin:

"What do you think you are doing?"

He acts like he has a problem with it but when you remind him that its only the two of you and that he's already seen your body suddenly hes fine with it

But he will still complain about it

Eventually he gets tired of complaining and just carries you to bed, telling you that now that he's hard you have to take responsibility for it

Tsundere Geshu Lin?

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Calcharo:

He's like a big dog, staring at his owner and wondering what to do or say

For some reason, he'd start putting blankets or towels on you

"Is this a new way to make me turned on?"

Before you know it he's fucking you with the same clothes you had on half naked

He ends up wanting you to walk around the house half naked anyways

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A/N: SORRY FOR MAKING IT SHORT ANON I HAVE A LOT OF THINGS TO DO AND IM PUSHING OUT REQUESTS SO THIS IS PROBABLY NOT SATISFACTORY BUT I HOPE MY OTHER POSTS MAKES IT UP TO YOU 😭😭

[jamneuromain]

Stalker Lady pt. 2

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader (You)

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warning: Mean!Simon Riley, Voice (PORN) actor!Simon Riley, patron!reader, neighbor!AU, description of audio porn and stalking behavior. Non-con kissing, bad language word people we're talking about audio porn here

Summary: You meet Simon unexpectedly. Unfortunately, he thinks you are a stalker.

A/N: This fic is my rehab-going-back-into-writing fic. And it's the first time I'm writing for "Ghost" I've honestly never played COD. But here's my idea of the scary (not really lol) simon ghost riley :3

Truthfully, he totally forgot about the thing - the barbeque-backyard-thing.

He’s also not proud of himself for spending approximately fifteen minutes in the bathroom getting his junk to calm down after a particular porn session with his microphone, with which he recorded the next audio clip - ready to be posted on the site of Team 141 as soon as the editor (“Cap’n”, they call him, also happens to be the leading voice actor of 141) finishes with the extra background noises, such as the sound of a door slamming shut or the sound of a man’s fist punching the wall.

It’s male-for-female porn, he cursed, as he watched the cold shower numbing his penis, he shouldn’t get off on that. Then he cursed himself more for sneezing right after the shower, worrying about catching a cold in these minutes.

He shouldn’t promise that woman. Sherry? Sharon? For coming over to the barbeque-backyard-thing.

He regretted it profoundly. A cold beer in hand. Listening mindlessly over that woman’s husband and some others chatting about “fuuutballlll”.

It’s soccer, ye’ yank. He grumbles angrily under his breath while no one is noticing.

Yet, here he is. In the backyard of some neighbors. With pent-up steam nowhere to blow off and sexual tension in the back of his spine.

Fuck, he needs to get laid.

Soccer scores and star athletes send his mind elsewhere. Into his condition. He hadn’t slept with any woman for the past four? Five months? God, has it really been that long since his last deployment in Lebanon? He hooked up with a random woman in the pub right after his return, and then … nothing. Not that he intentionally keeping it that way, but between his early hours' mail job and the audio recording that could last for, what looks like for him, eons in the afternoon, he didn’t take the time – or notice it, really – to make it a mission of getting himself laid. And to be frankly honest, this whole M4F porn thing has got him a bit tired to think of anything related to sex outside of his recording room.

Not to mention the fact that in this past few weeks, he has recorded almost every type of role-play from swimming instructors and professors to CEOs and mobsters. In addition, he begins to discover the fact that, not to make himself a Pavlovian dog, per se, but his subconscious mind associates “sex�� with his recording booth, which in turn makes him harder (oops), more like, difficult to “get it up” while he’s out of the presence of a microphone and his headsets, and even more difficult to get it down after recording.

Fuck. His. Life.

“Hey, honey, would you mind taking over at the grill for a bit?” The short brunette, Sharon or something, pops up beside him, beaming at her husband Will, who is the loudest in the soccer debate. “Uncle Matthews kinda needs a break. He’s asking if you want to help since he doesn’t want the rest of us to have charcoal for dinner.”

Sharon, Simon decides to call her that for now, brought another girl along. That girl fidgets with her ice coke – Simon could tell it’s on ice because of the water beads clinging to the glass bottle like unrelenting fog and she constantly switches hands to wipe the water on her hand with a neatly folded napkin. That girl has a beautiful blue cotton dress on her, hugging her curves like a second skin.

Will welcomes his wife Sharon with a kiss on her cheek, “Yeah, sure. Where’s the grill, babe?”

Simon smiles and nods as Will hastily says his apologies to his neighbors and makes his exit from the small circle of men. Nevertheless, Simon’s attention and curiosity lie on the girl who just came, the girl who looks familiar …

“Oh hi, Simon!” Sharon chirps up when she notices the silent bulk of muscle right next to her. She grabs the girl by her wrist, nearly risking spilling her drink, “I don’t know whether you’ve met yet,” the brunette's head spins like a whipped gyro, “but this is your new neighbor, living … right next to you, I presume?”

Simon observes the newcomer as she raises her neck to look him in the eyes. Nothing but nervousness and awkwardness.

You. The stalker-neighbor-lady.

Fuck.

His.

Life.

Sharon has to attend to her children running around when they start to wave their paper plates like pirate swords, leaving you two, Simon and you in the tree shade.

The silence hovers like a plague.

Before Simon decides to break it: “Thought I was clear about stalking.”

“It’s hardly stalking when we were both invited to the same party.” You huff.

“You are standing too close.”

“Well, I’m not leaving.” You mumble, carefully stepping away from this bear of a man.

Though stepping away from him means stepping out of the shadows and into the light, and the sun is practically scorching your skin.

You curse this narcissistic egoistic maniac in the depth of your heart, when you hear him ask out of the blue.

“Did you enjoy the latest audio?”

You nearly choke on your drink.

“No!” You hiss, “It was horrible. Horrendous. Hideous. Disgusting. Nothing about it intrigued me.” Despite the fact that it starred one of your favorite tropes, a.k.a semi-public, and made you came two times in a row on your wand. A record, you might say. But you are not supporting this asshole’s career, not when he’s so in over his head and thinks of you as a stalker.

No. You need to draw the line. “And knowing it’s you behind the voices tunes down my … enthusiasm.”

Daring little thing. He might grow fond of you in time. Simon thinks, bemused.

“Ah.” He simply shrugs the faintest disappointment off his shoulders, “So you enjoy the audios bett’r when I have the balaclava on?”

“Yes – No!”

The audio doesn’t reveal his face, never reveals his body either. But Team 141 made sure the audience knew clearly which one was starred in each of the audios. Hence, every audio’s background picture features a special sketch of the voice actor (or actors). While the team leader, “Captain”, has his special sketch as a curly stache, and “Soap’s” is a funny-looking mohawk, Simon chooses a black and white balaclava with his eyes staring right out of the picture. He also makes the balaclava look like the face of the skeleton, under the stage name, “Ghost”.

Truth is, you like the mask. Love the mask. Or balaclava, whatever that is. The mask makes his eyes more prominent. More piercing, as if they slash through your soul and lay you bare.

He could tear you alive with those eyes.

“So you do like the balaclava.” He sighs in phony remorse, before chucking in his low baritone, “Cute.”

Shoot. Did he just say that out loud?

“Perv.” Now it is your turn to grumble and feel annoyed.

He shakes his head lightly, lifting the cold beer to his lips, smirking, “Not sure if it’s the right word f’r me, Peach, it sounds better on ye’.”

“For the last time,” You glare at him angrily, though the death stare you sent his way could do little more than have a stream try to bring down a bridge, squeezing every word between your clenched teeth, “I’m not a stalker, you jerk.”

“Apology accepted.” He gloats.

“Wha- I’m – Ugh!” Your outbreak gives into your frustration of not being able to form a proper sentence out of the existing vocabulary, if any, remaining in your head. Your body acts faster than your brain could perceive – it stomps on his feet heavily. You, stomp on his feet angrily.

You hope he breaks a toenail. Or five.

“You should change your username to Firecracker. Or Firestomper, perhaps?”

You could have just broken all of his bones back there, and this? This is his reaction?

“You-” You stop mid-sentence as his presence draws closer, making you stammer, “You-”

A hot, wet kiss. All teeth and tongue. All sucking and biting. Demanding. Intruding.

Forcing a thumb on your chin so you would open up for him at the right time, the proper angle, the faint whimper. Clawing your waist so you would avoid the pain, and chest flush to his, arching your spine. A knee between your legs that somehow finds its way there, that could almost grind on your weeping core-

A kiss that melts you down. That shows you every bit of him you wanted, and still want when you listen to the porn he recorded. The softness. The roughness. All of it. The kiss you have been craving for, dreaming for, and cumming for in all those sleepless nights. The kiss that turns you into a different person. The kiss that has you longing for more. Far more than what he offers right now.

He lets go of you after a small whimper escapes your lips.

“Sweet as a peach, lovie. But aww, so needy. Practically feeling you grinding on my cock just now.”

“I did not-” The blood rushes to your cheeks, “How dare you -”

Simon quirks his brow: “I, on the one hand, recall you, stalker lady, trying to paw at me when you attack me with your -”

A loud slap rings his ears.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” Simon’s tongue finds his canines, and the spot where you slapped him on the face, and grins. Sickeningly.

As he watches your silhouette storm out of the barbeque party and into the confines of your house, he feels a rush of blood pouring down below, lighting up a fire that could burn everything down.

Fuck, he just got hard. Without a script or a microphone.

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[chukys-mouthguard]

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-> jackhughes i don’t want that hat back after whatever y’all were up late doing 🤢

-> your.username literally nothinggggg happened! Stop spreading rumors

-> lhughes_06 not rumors, i heard you two…kept me up all night

-> colecaufield i told her to keep quiet 🤫

-> your.username cole shut up or they’re seriously never inviting us back to the lake house 😭

user1024 okay but her and cole matching?? 👀 I’m 100% here for this!!

-> user1035 did you see jack’s comment about them??

-> user1024 omg i just saw it! So they are for real a thing?

-> user1079 could have just been a hook up, this is the first they’ve posted like this…

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I’ve never really done a longer smau type post before, hopefully i did alright 😅 i have been seeing this style of post a lot and figured I’d try my luck at it. Kind of want to make more of these 👀

if you would like to see more posts like this, feel free to send in a request! 🫶🏼

[cheolhub]

happy cheolhub day sar!!! 🎉🫶🏽the banner for your bday post is so cuteee i love the colors! i might be too late for the bday bash, but if i’m not can i ask for “as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more” + joshua, please? 💗

7:15 p.m. — joshua hong

prompt. “as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more.”

wc. ~1.9k

warnings. slight exhibitionism, lots of teasing, bathroom sex (bathroom belongs to cheol oops), mirror sex, needy joshua <3, reader is a menace, dirty talk, pet names [baby], unprotected sex, creampie [MINORS DNI 18+]

note. hi cherry!! thank you lots <333 i kinda… pulled this out of my ass so forgive me if you hate it lol >< as always, this was not proofread so if any of u see a mistake, pls ignore it

event closed

there are many things you love and appreciate about joshua hong. he’s caring, for one, willing to bend over backwards just to see you smile. he also just so happens to be one of the funniest men you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and while he is a menace 99.9% of the time, you can’t imagine not having him by your side. 

and, well, you can be a bit of a menace yourself. 

if there’s one particular thing you love the most about joshua, though, it’s his ability to be completely and utterly patient in almost every situation. he’s always cool, calm, collected– for the most part– and he knows how to wait for the things he wants till the right time comes. (read: things he wants being you) 

and you wish you could say the same about yourself, but you’re not even the slightest bit patient. to you, waiting is pointless and essentially time-consuming. screw “good things come to those who wait.”

nonetheless, you love this trait of his because you thoroughly enjoy testing him and watching his patient resolve crumble with your every action. especially in public. especially at your weekly movie nights in seungcheol’s house.

“stop,” he hisses, swatting your hand away from his thigh. “i already told you, you can have whatever you want when we get home.”

a faux pout etches into your lips, you quietly whine out, “but josh… i want it now.”

“no.” he says sternly, turning back to the movie. technicolor flashes over his face as something happens on the screen. he wish he knew what the plot of this flashy movie was, but all he can think about is how you’re silently begging for his dick right next to him even though a handful of his best friends sit on the floor in front of the two of you. 

you scoot closer to him, lightly ghosting your lips against the underside of his jaw, trailing up to his ear. “please, baby… i miss your cock.” you whisper. “wanna taste. i can’t wait, been needing it all night.”

your hand presses down onto his covered cock, palming him through his shorts. you pant, breath fanning against his ear causing a shiver to run down his spine. 

you nearly salivate as you feel him harden under you, your mouth craving the weight of his cock on your tongue. it’s obvious his patience is wearing thin because his protests have stopped and he’s become much more compliant. 

“josh,” you bring your voice just above a whisper. “please, i’ll do anything to have you in my mouth right now.”

his hand wraps around your wrist, roughly pulling you away from his aching hard on. he leans in close to you, whispering, “go wait for me in the bathroom upstairs.”

you don’t think you’ve ever moved faster, nodding your head before detaching yourself from his side. you quietly step around the boys on the floor with hushed, “sorry’s” and “excuse me’s” in reply to their grumbles. 

“where’s Y/N going?” seungcheol asks, turning back to look at joshua with a raised brow. 

the lie slips out of his mouth so easily, “ah, she had to call her boss. something about a file she forgot to turn in. i’ll go check on her if she’s not back in a bit.” when seungcheol nods, turning his head back to the television screen where the other eyes are, he lets out a silent breath of relief.

a few minutes pass with joshua twiddling his thumb, cock throbbing in his pants knowing you’re waiting for him just a few steps away. he finally stands, stepping away whispering a ‘be right back’ to which seungcheol and jeonghan mumble in response, too engrossed in the stupid movie to care about what the two of you are doing anymore.

he walks up the steep flight of stairs and into the guest bathroom where you’re sitting on the wide expanse of seungcheol’s countertop, gnawing on your bottom lip and swinging your legs back and forth. your head snaps up to see your boyfriend with a stony expression striding over to you. 

“you’re such a fucking tease,” he murmurs, hands immediately finding purchase on your waist. “putting your hands all over me in someone else’s home, are you that desperate? couldn’t wait an hour till we got home?”

you nod your head, lips spreading into a cheeky grin, “i’m always desperate for you, joshie.” 

your words come across as taunting, but you are beyond desperate for him. the heat pooling in the pit of your tummy and the puddle forming in your panties tells you so. 

“menace.” he scoffs, squeezing the clothed skin beneath his large hands. 

“you’re one to talk.” you flash a toothy grin at him, hoping off the counter and onto your feet. “now, let me suck you off before they realize we’re both missing.” 

joshua hooks a hand under your arm, halting your attempt to drop to your knees. he leans in, voice low as his breath fans against your face. “as much as i'd love to have you choking on me, i'm impatient and there's something else i want more.”

your own breath gets caught in your throat, “josh–” you try, but you don’t get to say what you want before joshua spins you around and bends you over the counter, your heated cheek flush against the contrastingly cool quartz.

a whine bubbles in your chest when his hands pull your shorts and panties down in a single go. the chilly air hitting your pulsing heat has another sound slipping your lips, louder and clearly audible.

“shhh, you don’t want them to come up here and find you taking my cock, do you?” he mumbles, pulling his length out of his shorts and dragging the tip through your drenched folds. you gasp at the contact and he chuckles, “actually, that might be exactly what you want, huh?”

“josh…” you pant exasperated, wiggling your ass before him. “please, just fuck me.”

joshua feels his length pulse in his hand at the breathless version of his name, brain short circuiting at how pretty it sounds on your lips. every remaining ounce of patience withers away to nothing and he’s aligning himself with your drooling hole, pushing himself inside of you. he grunts softly, lodging his bottom lip between his teeth to prevent the likes of a needy moan from exiting his mouth. 

your eyes screw shut and your mouth cracks open to let out the quietest mewl. joshua has always had a knack for gently fucking and stretching you open, but when he’s like this? at his wits end, worked up beyond belief, and undeniably needy for release? he’s near animalistic– forcing his cock into you in one go and gripping at your supple skin so tight that it leaves evidence of the action. an absolute force to be reckoned with. 

but despite joshua’s rough gestures at this very moment, he’s very glad you decided to test his patience tonight because he honestly didn’t realize how badly he needed this till he bottomed out in your slick, tight pussy. nothing beats the feeling of your cunt struggling to the shape of his cock even though he’s fucked you a thousand times. 

he throws his head back as he pulls out completely before shoving himself back into you, his tip nestling at your hilt for a few seconds.

“baby, you’re gonna be the death of me.” he says breathlessly, actively trying not to make a sound. when you clamp tightly around him, he delivers a sharp thrust into the spot that has your eyes rolling. “you’re fucking evil.” he grunts, his bruising grip on your waist unrelenting. 

your palms lay flat against the counter and you use the remainder of your strength to push yourself up to look at him in the mirror’s reflection. “you love it,” you manage to respond, albeit in a strangled voice. 

a lazy grin forms on his face, “you’re right. i fucking love it.” he agrees. he slams into you with more vigor, cock pistoning in and out of you. “i love it when you fucking test me.” he mindlessly admits. 

you bring one hand to clamp over your hand, leaving the other pressed against the counter to keep you up. you muffle the moans that grow louder with every thrust, but some of them inevitably spill out anyway.

it’s music to joshua’s ears. he’s reveling in the way you moan, uncaring of how his four friends can probably hear you just downstairs. if anything, it spurs him on. he’s savoring the way your throbbing heat wraps around him, squeezing him so tight that he might bust prematurely. he’s loving every second of this and he can’t believe he almost turned the offer enticing offer down. 

tears spring to your eyes as the fiery knot in your belly tightens. joshua groans when your pussy involuntarily flutters and he gives you a knowing look through the mirror. 

“you’re close, aren’t you, baby? gonna cum all over me, yeah?” he asks hotly, words breathy and laced with slight desperation. his pride won’t let him cum before you. 

you sob into your hand, nodding your head. “joshua.” the muffled version of his name has his cock twitching and he can’t stop the guttural groan from bubbling in his chest. 

one of his hands snakes around your body till the calloused pads of his fingers find your sensitive clit. he rubs quick, yet consistent, circles into the hardened bud till your body goes taut under his. 

“that’s it. cum for me.” he coaxes gruffly. he prays that the walls aren’t paper thin because your mewls– even while the sounds are muffled by your hand– mixed with the sound of his balls slapping against your heat are positively loud.

you soak his cock in arousal, specks of white flashing in your vision before you nearly collapse. your body goes limp as joshua continues to fervently thrust into you. 

watching you cum has him twitching wildly between your spasming walls and letting out quiet, yet keen moans and groans of pleasure. 

“gonna cum inside you and you’re gonna go back out there with all of it inside of you.” he grunts, thrusts growing more and more brutal. “gonna act like nothing happened with my cum inside your insatiable little cunt, got that?”

you nod, weakly clenching around him again and giving him a pathetic whimper. 

his thrusts grow sloppy and inconsistent before he buries himself inside of you and spills his seed with a breathy moan. he pants, keeping his cock nestled in your ruined cunt till his labored breathing returns to normal. 

after a minute or so, he pulls out of you and quickly pulls your shorts and panties back up to keep his earlier promise. he tucks himself back into his shorts and smiles at your fucked out face through the mirror.

“hope that satiated you,” he says gravelly. “next time you decide to test my patience, i won’t be so nice.” 

you offer a throaty laugh, a lazy smile tugging up your lips, “i’ll be looking forward to it.”

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[hxt1b]

Tripping and falling right onto gojos lap

I got carried away lol oops. 

drabble, gojo x afab reader | college au - frat party, smut warning [fingering, exhibitionism, some geto x reader] playboy/fratboy gojo, smoking weed. wc: 767.

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liquor was not your friend, especially not mixed with weed. your feet stumbled over themselves as you moved through the kitchen. faces blurred as you passed by people looking for your best friend, but she had ditched you or you'd ditched her. you weren't sure in your state. 

you rounded into the living room of the frat house, the party mellowed out in here. gojo was sitting next to geto a blunt being passed between the two. You looked away from them, looking around the room willing yourself to stay away from the boys stay away from gojo, it was bad enough you already gave into him before. but with gojo, that wasn't a possibility he was a magnet, and his right-hand man was a fiend for making you uncomfortable, almost as much as gojo was. 

you let your gaze drift back to the two men on the couch. geto ushered you over with two fingers, you rolled your eyes but listened. you'd go over for two seconds. that couldn't hurt. 

"i'm beginning to think you've been ignoring me at this party." gojo drawled as you drew closer. you shrugged and swayed in your spot. 

loud cackling drew your attention to a swarm of first years as they flooded the living room, one of them bumping into your back sending you face forward towards gojo. his hands instantly caught you and pulled you down into his lap, your legs bracketing his. 

"what, you didn't wanna see me after last night?" He asked, smoke blowing out his lips spreading over your skin. "i can imagine you're still sore from the shit we did, baby." He muttered lowly, but geto heard, his breathy laugh confirmed. 

"you seem to have plenty of girls to fuck with here." you said, your words slurred together. gojo tangled his hand into your hair at the back of your head, taking another drag from his blunt before passing it off to geto. 

"but ive been waiting for you." he mumbled moving his face closer to yours so that his lips brushed yours. the smoke from his mouth invading your senses. 

gojo shifted so that his erection was pressing against your clothed center. you bit your lip at his action, a low hum leaving your throat. 

"don't ignore me again," he concluded before pulling you into a kiss, his lips moving against yours slowly drawing his tongue into your mouth. his hands pushing at your hips to move, you ground down onto his cock. your core rubbing into him, a deep heat stirred inside you. 

he snaked a hand between the both of you quickly moving into your pants and underwear, his fingers found your clit, and you gasped at the intrusion. your brain was working slow, muddled and fogged by booze, weed and gojo. 

gojo circled your clit, moaning into your mouth as you continued to grind into his cock and fingers. 

you pulled your lips from his when he repositioned his hand and pushed two fingers into you, his thumb now tapping at your clit. you tilted your head onto his shoulder, your hands clutching at the couch back. 

"open your eyes." geto's voice was soft, and close. you listened and looked at him. he moved in until his nose brushed yours. 

"fuck," gojo swore before muttering your name into your hair. his fingers curled at your g-spot causing you to whimper, your breaths shallow as you dug your fingers into the couch, trying to grab the fabric. 

"is he making you feel good?" geto asked, his lips now brushing yours. "lemme kiss you."

it wasn't much of a question, and he didn't wait for your answer his lips devoured yours in the next breath, his tongue pushing into your mouth and his hand curling into your hair. his grip was harsh, pulling at the strands roughly. 

you forgot where you were, the people in the living room gone as you fucked your hips into gojo's hand and let geto roughly kiss you. 

gojo latched onto your neck as you rocked against him harder, his teeth tugging at your heated skin, his hand pulling your top off your shoulder. 

"i-fuck i-" you stuttered before you came apart on gojo's fingers. 

you'd regret this in the morning when your brain wasn't bogged with substances and men. the public act would embarrass you to the point that you probably wouldn't leave your dorm, but as you rode out your high, with gojo's fingers continuing his ministration, geto's lips kissing yours unrestrained, and gojo's teeth nipping at your skin, you could not be bothered to care. 

~hxt1b, feb 14 2024, send me more requests for drabbles dudes...

[buckybabesonly]

P r e t t y B o y

Summary: I may seem nice, I may seem soft, but that's all a part of your imagination. Bucky fucks you in a public restroom like the dirty slut you are.

Pairing: Bucky x female!Reader

Genre: pwp, blowjobs, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, spanking, OOC!Steve, nothing too outrageous hehe

A/N: Please use your imagination that in this universe Steve and Bucky are not pals lol

Length: 3.2k

"Hey, you never told me you were such a lightweight," Steve teased as you slowly put down your cocktail glass. Your cheeks were glowing, eyes a little bleary as you turned your gaze onto America’s favorite super soldier. When did he grow two heads?

"I'm not drunk," you hiccuped, poking Steve in the chest but missing completely and prodding his shoulder instead. He laughed, capturing your wrist easily and letting his fingers linger on your smooth skin a little too long. His movement was playful, and the muscle in Bucky’s jaw twitched.

"You've had enough," Bucky said, his voice a little terse as he watched Steve’s eyes flickering up and down your frame almost imperceptibly. 

Being the innocent little ball of cute you were, you didn't realise how you were being eye-fucked by Steve right now. Bucky however, did, and it made him want to throw a punch in his face. A mouth full of metal - now what a satisfying sight that would be.

"Doll, you've had enough," Bucky repeated, making sure to pointedly move closer to his girlfriend. You were perched up on the bar stool by the counter whilst Bucky stood behind you, making you the perfect height for him to dip down slightly to brush his lips purposefully against the shell of your ear, voice husky and seductive. Bucky didn't miss the way you shuddered a little just by that action alone.

When you were sober, you were as pure as anything, blushing like crazy whenever Bucky so much as touched you a little more intimately than usual. Tipsy you was another matter. Your eyes slid sideways, staring at Bucky longingly.

Fuck you, Steve. See the way she's looking at me? Bucky thought triumphantly.

"I need to use the restroom," you said suddenly, smiling a little with embarrassment. "I'll be right back..." 

You slid off the stool a little too quickly, stumbling. Before Bucky could catch you to steady you, Steve’s hands had shot out, capturing your waist and pulling you closer. Your hands rested on his biceps and you made no move to withdraw, still a little startled.

"Oops," Steve laughed. "Do you want me to help you?" His tongue flicked over his bottom lip, eyes boring into yours hungrily.

Fuck no.

"I'll take care of it," Bucky said coldly, pulling you away from Steve a little too roughly, causing you to collapse against Bucky’s chest instead. "She's mine, Rogers." Bucky finally spoke the words which made Steve smirk. He wasn't tiptoeing around this bastard, and as far as Bucky was concerned, Steve had crossed a line.

The blonde raised his eyebrows, snickering quietly but saying nothing as Bucky yanked you towards the restrooms.

"Buck, slow down," you whined, sounding so adorable that Bucky almost forgot how fucking pissed off he was. You probably weren’t even aware of how vulnerable you were, like a soft little rabbit, always totally oblivious to the wolf that was just waiting to pounce on you. 

Bucky had a possessive streak, and you knew it. Right now however, in your slightly inebriated state, you had no clue that all Bucky wanted to do was bend you over and fuck you until all you knew was his name.

"I'm not going to be gentle with you now, baby," Bucky murmured.

"Huh?" you responded, confused as he slammed open the door to the mens' restroom. 

"You were flirting with Steve," he said simply, practically tossing you inside and shutting the door behind him. He kicked the doors of the only two stalls in there to make sure they were unoccupied. Good, Bucky smirked, sliding the lock over the restroom door for good measure. No one will hear you moaning like a slut for me.

"I - I wasn't!" you stuttered, and Bucky almost took pity on you. Almost.

"Fuck you, doll," Bucky grunted, his touch remaining gentle as always as he twirled you around to face the mirror above the sinks. "But also, fuck you," he added in a low voice, grabbing your hips and grinding his hard on against your ass.

"Oh," you gasped, staring at Bucky’s reflection in the mirror. "Oh," you repeated again in realisation at his meaning, eyes rolling back a little as Bucky thrust harder, grunting at the delicious friction. He could dry hump himself to completion if he wanted to, but today was not the day. He wanted you now, to be squeezed and massaged by your tight, wet heat.

Still, he couldn't resist the feeling of grinding his clothed appendage against your ass, knowing it was a very effective way of riling you up.

"Bad kitten,” Bucky growled, using his metal hand to deftly undo the first few buttons of your shirt. "Did you like the way Steve touched you, hmm?" He shoved a hand down your front, past your bra, cold fingers tweaking your nipples playfully and rendering them rock hard in an instant.

"N-no, Bucky," you mewled, cheeks red from the way you had to watch your own reflection as Bucky touched you. You looked so undone already, and he looked so fucking smug as you writhed helplessly, his one hand down your shirt and the other strong arm encircling your waist.

"Mmm, you certainly looked like you did," Bucky disagreed, nibbling your ear softly.

"Oh god, Bucky," you groaned, resting your head back on his shoulder. Your eyes fluttered open, met with the sight of his clear blue eyes. They looked like dark ink in the poor restroom lighting.

"Doll, we're only getting started," he said. The whispered promise made you shiver in anticipation.

You felt Bucky’s hands around your waist, and soon your skirt and panties were down around your ankles, exposing your ass to the cool air and revealing smooth thighs and wet pussy. 

"Look at you, all ready for me," Bucky practically cooed. “Look at the mirror,” he ordered, and you dutifully turned to face your reflections. He was staring at your eyes in the mirror, removing his hand from down your shirt and instead sliding his long, vibranium digits into your cunt. You gasped at the contrast of your warm core against the cool material, biting down on your lower lip.

“How does that feel, doll?” Bucky asked, slowly pumping his fingers in and out. He had slid three inside at once, stretching you open, but you craved for something thicker, something warm.

“Bu - Bucky,” you gasped, eyes closing at their own accord at the pleasure. “I need - need more."

Suddenly the coldness of Bucky’s hand was gone, and your eyes snapped open, looking like you were about to cry as you exclaimed, "Bucky, don't play games."

"Then keep your eyes open, slut," Bucky said bluntly, eyes narrowing. "Keep your eyes open and watch your reflection. Watch how you moan like a fucking whore for me. I want you to watch yourself cum, and then I might reward you with my cock."

Bucky’s words made you even wetter, if that was even possible. You nodded enthusiastically. If you were totally sober, you would've never let yourself do these sorts of things out in a public place, but right now all you wanted was Bucky. You wanted your lover in you, fucking you raw. You wanted his hands touching you, making you cum and beg for more.

Bucky resumed fingering your pussy with his other hand, sticking his metal ones now coated in your slick into your mouth, whispering dirty things into your ear all the while. 

"Baby, just look at yourself," he sighed in a contented voice as if he could not think of a better thing to be doing than finger-fucking his girlfriend in a dirty bar restroom. "God, you look so beautiful. Would you beg for Steve like this, huh?"

"N-no," you gasped, breath hitching as Bucky smirked, the corners of his mouth lifting in a way that drove you crazy, dimples making you weak in the knees.

"I bet you would. You'd want anyone touching you, just as long as you can get off from it."

"I can only get off from your touch, Bucky," you said immediately, the words slipping out of your mouth easily, and he released a small groan at the statement. You rarely spoke like this, but when you did, he fucking loved it.

"And why's that?" he asked huskily. "Tell me, doll."

You were struggling with the urge to close your eyes, half from sheer pleasure and half at the embarrassment you felt from having to watch Bucky finger you to your climax. But you kept them wide open, focusing on Bucky’s beautiful, chiseled face instead, hearing yourself pant faster and faster as his digits continued to curl and plunge into your cunt. The heel of his palm applied delicious pressure to your clit, and the white heat of an impending orgasm was building rapidly.

"Because I'm yours, Bucky," you whispered, voice hoarse. "I can only cum from your touch, from your cock." 

"That's right," he agreed, hand increasing in tempo, the lewd sounds of squelching filling your ears. "You better remember that, dirty slut."

A few strokes later, and you were cumming. You shuddered, crying out loudly as you gave into the throes of your orgasm and all but disintegrated back into Bucky’s arms, his muscular frame propping you upright.

"We're not finished yet, baby," Bucky chuckled as you trembled like jelly in his hold. "I'm still hard. You're gonna get on your knees and suck my cock like the good girl you are, okay?"

You sucked in a deep breath, barely having time to compose yourself, but you knew Bucky was dying to feel your lips around him. You turned obediently and knelt down, the tiles cold and hard on your bare knees, but you didn't care. You quickly unfastened his belt, unzipping his jeans and tugging them down. He had gone commando, as he usually did, and it was your biggest turn on. His cock was an angry red, waiting to be fed into your waiting mouth.

"Look at you," Bucky murmured, looking down at you. You blinked up at him, plump lips looking so beautifully inviting. His thumb traced the edge of your jaw, to your chin, squeezing lightly. "You want this cock in your mouth, don't you?"

You nodded enthusiastically, and Bucky grabbed a hold of his cock and deliberately tapped the hot head against your smooth cheek, smearing it with pre-cum. You whined but let Bucky rub his cockhead against both your cheeks without moving away. He slapped the long, veiny length against your face, an arrogant smile plastered on his lips, before it dissolved into seriousness at the way you wantonly presented your mouth.

"Say, aaaah, sweetheart," Bucky said finally after a few moments, easing his cock past your red lips. 

His cock was thick, hot and heavy inside your warm mouth. You had had it so many times, but each time the weightiness and girth surprised you. He began thrusting instantly, his hand moving to your hair and pulling you down onto his dick as he grunted loudly. The wet heat was so delicious, so addictive to him. He loved the feeling of your tongue on the underside of his cock, the way your eyes watered as you struggled to take all of it in, the way you allowed him to fuck your face however way he wanted.

His baby doll, usually so prim and proper, presenting her holes for fucking.

"You gonna choke, doll?" Bucky asked. He cursed as you blinked up at him, watching as your hand groped your own tits, moving down to your cunt again to send your own fingers into your aching hole, trying to chase your second orgasm. “You dirty fucking girl. You like that? Suck harder, slut. Suck me like the good girl you are."

Bucky looked up at the mirror, looked at the back of your head as you knelt in front of him, watched his own expression of absolute ecstasy as he shoved his cock again and again into your willing hole. 

When he looked down again, spit was dripping from the corners of your mouth, but you loved it. You would never admit it, and you didn't have to - Bucky knew that your ultimate kink was being used like this. Your small hands snaked up Bucky’s strong, toned thighs to grasp his ass, pulling him deeper into your mouth as he simultaneously tugged you down onto his cock. Bucky moaned, feeling his climax approaching as you swallowed repeatedly around his dick.

Bucky pulled out quickly, forming a tight ring around the base of his cock to stop himself from ejaculating. As good as it would feel to shoot his load down your throat, or maybe paint your pretty, tear-streaked face, he wanted to be inside you. Now.

You got the silent message, standing up and allowing yourself to be bent over the ceramic sinks with excitement. You braced your hands against the mirror as Bucky spanked you unexpectedly, making you jump.

"Fuck," Bucky hissed, watching your ass jiggle from the impact. "You have such a perfect ass, baby. And it's all mine." 

“Buck,” you complained, wiggling your butt enticingly.

“Count to ten for me, doll,” Bucky instructed.

You were excruciatingly impatient as Bucky struck your ass again, waiting expectantly. 

“O - one,” you stumbled over the simple word.

His palm firmly met your ass again, his eyes fastened on yours in the mirror as he licked his lips.

“Two,” you said through gritted teeth. 

It was a long count to ten before Bucky finally let up, and you didn’t have to look to know that your ass was flaming red, but you relished the pain.

“Please fuck me,” you begged, and Bucky laughed in that gorgeous, husky voice of his.

"Patience is a virtue, doll," he said, lining up his cock with your entrance. 

You twisted your head to the side to meet your lips with Bucky’s. The kiss was dirty and open-mouthed, his tongue licking inside your mouth as the tip of his cock eased past your folds.

"Mmph!" you grunted, inadvertantly biting down on Bucky’s lip when he suddenly thrust the entire length of his cock into your cunt without warning. He scowled, pulling away momentarily before diving back in and sucking hard on your lower lip in retribution. You moaned out loud, embarrassed at the volume.

"Yeah, moan louder for me," Bucky challenged, murmuring against yours lips as he started to piston his hips in and out, his cock fucking you roughly as you struggled to stop yourself from crashing against the mirror.

"Take it, baby," he said roughly as you whined helplessly. "Fucking take it."

Bucky lowered his head to bite your shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood but hard enough that it would surely leave a mark. “So fucking needy.”

"I need you," you begged in affirmation, every pull of his cock inside your pussy reminding you exactly who you belonged to. 

"I'm here, baby," Bucky said with sudden tenderness, his voice almost a caress before he aimed a well-practiced thrust at your sweet spot.

You cried with pleasure as Bucky threw his head back, releasing a long, drawn out moan as your passage clenched and unclenched around his length. He fucked like a pornstar, every move precise and strong and unrelenting, knowing exactly what to do to illicit a reaction from your body.

"Fuck, are you doing that on purpose?" Bucky hissed, trying not to come just from the way your walls were now massaging him. He pulled out slowly then, suddenly switching the pace, watching how his cock emerged from your stretched entrance, stopping when only the very tip remained inside. "I'm gonna make everyone know that you're mine, doll," Bucky promised. "So scream."

He snapped his hips, letting his cock sink back into your hole, his balls slapping against your ass hard as he clenched his jaw. 

"Nnngh," you gasped. Your mind could barely form any coherent thoughts, but you managed to release a cry of, "Bucky, faster, please!" He felt so good, filling you up with every inch of his manhood, forcing you to take his dick even though you felt like you couldn't fit any more.

"You're not in a position to give orders," he said, punctuating the final word with another hard thrust. "Should I go slow? As slow as I can, and see how long it takes until you're a sobbing mess?"

"No," you said, your voice trembling with pleasure as Bucky drove his cock into you again. "Please, please, take me fast and hard."

"Hmm..." Bucky said, pretending to think before he suddenly increased his pace yet again. The change up from slow to fast was driving your patience to the edge. Suddenly he was fucking you so hard that he had to grip your waist to stop your from flying into the mirror, fingers digging into your soft flesh. 

"Oh god, yes, Bucky, yes!"

"Dirty, filthy slut," Bucky groaned, trying to control his breathing as his pulsating member slid back and forth out of your hungry hole. "You act so innocent all the time, and this is the side no one gets to see but me. The begging, panting, filthy side that's just for me, right?"

"Yes, yes," you chanted, and Bucky couldn't tell if you were agreeing with him or simply in the grips of pleasure. But it didn't matter. you were his, and they both knew it.

"Are you gonna cum again, baby?" Bucky asked breathlessly, feeling his own climax nearing. You babbled something incoherent in response, and Bucky smirked. "I'm going to fill you up, doll. Fill you with my thick, hot cum until it's dripping down your thighs. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Bucky, please, cum inside me," you said breathlessly. "I want to feel you explode inside me.”

“You want it that badly, huh? Tell me, doll, are you gonna pull up your panties after I’ve unloaded inside you, go back outside in that bar with your legs all sticky? You gonna go sit next to Steve with my seed still inside you?”

The words were causing you to get ever closer to your orgasm. You studied his reflection, amazed at how gorgeous he looked. Eyes dark, mouth open and panting and sweating as he fucked you into oblivion. You didn't look so collected yourself, practically in pieces as you felt Bucky reach that perfect spot with his cock again and again and again. Your hands reached up to grip his short brown hair, fingers lightly digging into his scalp.

"Bucky, I'm gonna - I'm gonna cum, oh god," you yelled.

"Then cum," he said gruffly, his hands tightening on your hips and pulling your down onto his cock one last time before you were convulsing violently, yet again. Bucky followed soon after with a loud curse, fulfilling his promise of emptying his load into you. You felt it leaking out of your hole as he carried on thrusting, riding the full length of his climax with loud moans, relishing in the squelch of his cock diving in and out of your pussy.

"Mmm, Bucky," you said breathlessly as Bucky finally stilled. He paused, breathlessly for a long moment before he pulled out, fully satisfied. He collapsed onto your back, mouth latching onto your neck and sucking, causing you to whimper.

"Mine," he said after a moment filled with nothing but the sounds of both of you trying to catch your breaths. "All mine."

[marleyybluu]

The Nanny

Part 4

Rio x fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: angst (I think lol), our favourite couple part their ways for now, Nick being a nosey weirdo, sad Rio, sad reader. Idk I think that’s it.

A/N: I know this is a bit short and (surprise) no smut lol but we will get there dw. this is (kind of) a filler. Also if you’re new, check out my master list for parts 1-3 ❤️cus I’m too lazy to link them here lmao oops

It'd been two weeks since Y/n's encounter with the blonde lady. Elizabeth. Her name was Elizabeth. She noticed it at the top of the ultrasound. That ultrasound felt like it was forever engraved in her mind. She hadn't talked to Rio about it yet, she didn't know if she wanted to. Y/n wasn't really an angry or confrontational person, but when it came to it, she could explode and if it was going to be like that she didn't want Marcus to hear anything.

So, until then, she played her part as usual. Well, the affection she delivered had shortened, and that was very noticeable for Rio. They were practically living in each other's skin half the time and now he suddenly felt cold and that's what she wanted.

"Y/n." She felt something poking her hip, she blinked a few times zoning back in and looking down to see poor Marcus attempting to receive her attention. "Sorry, honey, what's going on?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to put my plate in the sink." She shifted over allowing him access to the sink, she continued to wash the dishes and hummed a tune that was repetitive in her head. "Do you know when Daddy will be home?"

She shook her head. "No idea bud." Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Y/n turned off the water and dried her hands lightly jogging through the short hallway to get to the door. She held her breath as she unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Oh, hi." It was Rio's brother... cousin... whichever. "Hey... you." She awkwardly greeted him, she forgot his name. He chuckled reaching out his hand, "Nick."

"Right, Nick, sorry." She shook his hand, a little longer than she wanted to, his grip was a little tight on her. "What can I help you with?"

"Is my brother here?"

Y/n smirked. "Thought he was your cousin." He was amused.  "Anyway, he's not here yet but he should be home soon if you want to wait for him." She stepped aside inviting him inside the house, she closed the door behind him. He took off his shoes and wandered off at the sound of Marcus' voice. "Uncle Nick!"

"Hey buddy, what's going on? What are you watching?"

"Bluey."

Y/n chimes in. "As always. And remember our deal, after this episode, you hit the shower and hit your bed okay?"

Marcus pouted and delivered those sweet brown puppy eyes. "What about Dad?" She groaned internally, he had school tomorrow and she did not need him to be up all night and end up sleeping in the next day. "I'll send him upstairs as soon as he's through that door okay?"

"Okay." He agreed and sat back down on the couch. She turned over to Nick and smiled. "Would you like anything?" He put his hand up and shook his head. "I couldn't intrude like that."

She reassured him that it was fine, suggesting there was water, juice and wine to choose from. He chose wine. He followed her trail back to the kitchen, he sat on one of the stools and waited patiently, watching her squat down behind the island to reach into a cabinet where she kept her special drinks. She then walked over to the upper cabinets and reached for a glass, her shirt slipping up exposing a bit of her skin, a small silly tattoo of Snoopy sitting on her hip as her sweatpants were almost dangerously low. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

She turned back placing the glass on the counter and poured out some liquor. "Not too much gotta drive back."

She hummed and nodded.

"You're okay?" Nick asked. She'd never talked to Nick, had no intention of speaking to him ever again since the dinner at their grandmother's house and judging how stiff Rio acted towards him she didn't really want to expose the problem at hand. So she bit her tongue and nodded.

Well, maybe she didn't bite hard enough.

"Actually, can I ask something?"

"Yeah."

Her nostrils widened as she angrily exhaled through her nose. "Has Rio ever..." Sigh. "When he was with Maria, and she was pregnant... was he sleeping with other people? Or bringing other women around?"

He thought about and she couldn't tell if he was going to save his ass or throw him under the bus. "I mean, they weren't really together when Maria was pregnant, so he still had other women around yeah."

"Okay." She simply replied looking at her wine glass, twirling it around at the stem, the red liquid swishing and swooshing with every movement it almost became hypnotizing. Her ears rang as scenarios filled her head. Was she the other woman that was around? How come no one in his family said anything? Do they not know?

Nick noticed how quiet she was and the coping mechanism she developed sitting there, he gently placed his hand over hers and she stopped playing with the glass. "Are you..."

"No," She quickly answered. "No, I mean I wouldn't be drinking."

Duh. He thought to himself but he had to ask anyway. He leaned forward attempting to pry more out of her without giving himself away. "Do you think-"

She cut him off. "Maria said that when you think you're the only one you're not and-"

Not too much.

"Fuck, I don't know it just got me thinking. And now I'm overthinking."

Before he could reply to her statement Marcus repeatedly squealed.  "Daddy's home! Daddy's home! Y/n! Daddy's home!"

She smiled at his cheery tone. "So I've heard."

Rio's figure came to join the duo in the kitchen, an overgrown Marcus sitting on his hip, just a small reminder that he'd forever be his baby. A very apparent frown played on his face while his eyes darted between her and Nick. "Hey, pretty mama." Immediately asserting his dominance.

"Hi." She nodded before taking another sip of her wine. "Nick... why are you in my kitchen?" He asked with hostility lacing his voice. Nick smirked, always smug at how immediately defensive Rio seemed to get whenever he came around. "Just came to see you, little brother."

Y/n cleared her throat standing up from her seat, she reached out for Marcus who easily transferred over to her, he was reluctant to leave his dad at first, not seeing him all day and only getting a minute with him made him a bit sad, but after a promise from Rio that he'd be up to at least read a story he cooperated and clung to Y/n as she took him upstairs.

While they were getting ready, Y/n's mind couldn't help but wonder about how she'd bring up the situation at hand, the envelope had been tucked under her side of the mattress for a while, maybe that's why she had trouble sleeping too it was taunting her underneath where she lay. She felt a bit of guilt, it was wrong for her to keep this a secret from him, he had the right to know he was having another kid.

Huh.

Another kid.

And it's not with her.

She sighed shaking off the thought, putting it on the back burner for a bit to focus on whatever Roblox game Marcus was trying to teach her to play on his iPad. She couldn't understand why these kids were so into this thing, he was obsessed. He rested his head on her shoulder while she tapped away on the screen. Her character disappeared and respawned in a moment. "What did I do?"

"Someone killed you." He giggled, and she gasped playfully poking his side. "That's not funny, I don't know what I'm doing." She laughed. He took his iPad back showing her once more what to do, a slight knock against the door frame interrupted their time together. Marcus sighed knowing he had to put his device away so he handed it back to her to take downstairs and in the morning he could have it back during breakfast.

Rio smiled. "Picked a book yet?"

Marcus nodded reaching under his pillow and showing him. "Say goodnight to Y/n."

"Night Y/n."

She kissed his head. "Night sweetness. I'll see you when I see you." Strange, Rio thought to himself, she always said she'll see him in the morning.

She walked past Rio, avoiding even an inch of contact with him. He swore he felt a cold air as she passed by, her loving and warmth had suddenly been replaced. Rio poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and nodded. "Cool, let's uh, start reading."

---

By the time y/n got downstairs Nick had long disappeared, she sighed placing the yellow envelope on the counter after retrieving it from their room. She needed another glass of wine if she was ever going to get through this. She sat on the stool around the Island and twirled her wine glass once again, staring blankly at it until the sound of descending footsteps brought her back to Earth. "How was your day?" He asked opening the fridge and looking for something to drink or at least snack on.

"Good,"

Sip.

"How was yours?" Her tone was cold and uninterested so he responded with the same simple answer she gave him. "Good."

The silence returned aside from the obnoxious tapping of her fingers against her phone screen. He knew her well enough, when she was making extra noise on purpose she was pissed. Rio shook his head. "What was Nick doing here?"

The tapping stopped. "Came to say hi." She answered placing her phone down on the counter and picking up her wine glass. "Why are you talking to me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you want to pick a fight."

She chuckled pettily. "Hm."

"Y/n-"

"Who's Elizabeth?" She asked finally lifting her head up to look at him, he froze and audibly swallowed. "She's a business partner."

"Is she?" Y/n questioned with a trembling voice. She slid the envelope over to him as he took a seat next to her. "Open it,"

He was lowkey starting to sweat. He fumbled with the envelope until it opened, he reached inside and pulled out the evidence. His eyes fell out of his head and rolled onto the shiny clean floor. "Y/n..."

"Congratulations, I guess." She shrugged. He looked up at the name double checking if it was really Beth's. There's no way this was fucking happening. He'd admit they had their fair share of encounters, maybe one before he met Y/n but there was no way that it resulted in this. She would've told him, or at least he'd hoped she would.

This looked bad, there was no way to weasel out of this when the evidence was right there. What made everything more uneasy is how calm Y/n was being, any other woman would have thrown their wine at him or knocked him with the bottle but she downed the last of the liquid and poured whatever was left of the bottle.

"You think it's a boy or a girl?" She laughed tipsily. "This isn't funny."

"You're right," She sipped. "It's not, but you know... when you've been crying about it for two weeks, you just run out of tears and all you can do is laugh."

She continued. "You laugh and you wonder how you fell so fucking foolishly in love with someone, in such a short time... how in that short time he made you feel so special like you were his world. You fall in love with his son, the sweetest boy you've ever met who tugs at your heart everyday and you think to yourself maybe one day you can give this kid his own little best friend."

Rio dropped his head. "And you come to find out, that- that someone else beat you to it. Is that how you did Maria? I mean she- she told me I'm not the only one, Christopher can never have one girl and I fucking defended you. I was so fucking sure-"

Y/n's voice cracked, and her chin trembled as she fought back a flood of tears but they were no longer tears of sadness, they were angry. Pissed. "I was so fucking sure you wouldn't do that to me."

He didn't know what to say, his mouth ran dry. "I'm... baby, I'm sorry. Look at me, look at me," He put the picture down and grabbed her face forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were so sad, so tired, so broken. He'd never seen her like this, he couldn't believe he was the cause.

"I love you... Y/n. I swear to god, I fucking love you ma. I'm sorry, okay? But you're going to have to believe me when I say this ain't my kid. There's no way. I-it's just been you and me this whole time, baby, I fucking swear."

She sniffled. She could see it, or maybe she just wanted to see it. That he did love her and some part of him was telling her the truth, but bless her heart she didn't know what to believe. It was too much, maybe she moved too fast and this was her consequence, didn't ask enough questions when they started dating and now this was the result. She loved him. God she loved him. Her whole body gravitated towards him and it was so hard to pull away when she found out.

It was hard to pull away now, how close they were in proximity, noses almost touching, foreheads pressed together. He didn't want to let go, this was something he was willing to go to war for. Against her better judgement, she leaned forward connecting their lips.

The love, the regret, the sorrow was all wrapped up in it. Ugh, he tasted like alcohol, probably took a shot before he came home. He smelt so good even after a long day. His lips were so soft, so sweet to her and extra gentle. Their kiss started slow and soon picked up feverishly, she pulled at his shirt, the sudden need for him took over. The two sides of her brain knocked at each other, sleep with him tonight and leave in the morning or leave now and never see him again— let this kiss be the last.

Beep! Beep!

Someone else was there to answer for her. She pulled back but he brought her in, one last kiss. Just one. Y/n pulled back, tugging his hands away from her and she immediately missed them. She stood up and grabbed her keys off the counter. "I made Marcus' lunch... oh, you know the routine."

"Y/n... ma, please..."

She kissed his cheek. "Tell him I'll see him soon, okay?"

"No." He protested. "He can see you tomorrow, in the morning."

"Christopher."

"Y/n."

She wasn't about to argue with him, her sister blowing up her phone letting her know she was outside and to hurry the fuck up. She backed away as slowly as she could, his jaw flexed and his eyes became glossy. He was going to cry. She couldn't watch it otherwise she'd stay and she just needed the space right now. She quickly made her way down the hall with him hot on her trail, she opened the door and wiped a tear that ran down her cheek.

Her sister caught sight of Rio and shook her head. Y/n went on the passenger side.

Just one last glance.

She ducked down and sat, closing the car door. She turned away from her sibling not wanting to be bothered by anyone right now. Understandable.

Rio watched as the car disappeared, the gravel under the tires crunching as she vanished before him. He stood there, dumbfounded. He's fucked up a lot but never like this.

He needed a way to resolve this and he needed it now.

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[circeyoru]

Hewooo!! I really loved the oneshot of Collection of Overlords and I have an idea for part 2 if you don't mind! (I'm a different person btw) (I THINK THIS IS ALSO VERY LONG OMG)

A few weeks after reader moved in the hotel, Vox would occasionally try to challenge Alastor in stupid games here and there cause yk

It was amusing so Alastor just played along the stupidityness LOL

And while reader was doing their contract paperwork thingy, they call out Alastor's name and not even a second later Alastor appeared behind them and reader was going to ask about hosting a meeting between all the overlords, with reader present!

"Alastor, dear?

"Yes, my Liege? How am I of your service?"

"Would you mind broadcasting through the radio about hosting a meeting with me present?"

"Certainly."

And since Alastor is the Radio Demon, let's just say that he could control the whole radio system and the waves, so his broadcast would go through all the overlords' radios that are present, or device rather

The meeting usually takes place at Carmilla's place!

And Alastor was reader's escort, hooking arms and all

I'll let you decide on what they're going to discuss, but I think it's very serious because their Collector had to be present!

Alastor and reader had to arrive early for some reason, Carmilla was still setting up the projector and her daughters were placing tea cups on the meeting table

And ofcourse they immediately greeted with a deep bow, and reader was just happy to see them, after all Carmilla was one of reader's elite Collections!

And reader gives Carmilla's daughters each a hug! Stating that they're still fun sized! (Definitely not Lucifer's influence)

And soon one by one overlords started entering, they were earlier than expected too, each was greeted by reader happily and all

Rosie also brought a gift for her dear Collector, a box full of flesh and thigh parts and demon skin, Rosie knew reader's favourite flesh!

And when the Vees entered.. well,

Vox was apologizing over and over again that Velvette had to slap the box tv guy and made him glitch

And the whole time Alastor was giving him a smug smile

And reader had to state Valentino a small warning, because his position as an overlord was in vain and it sent chills down the month's spine

And then discussion of deep and serious stuff

Until someone said something that triggered Vox that triggered Valentino that triggered Velvette

And the bickering made everyone else fall silent, because the Collector had also fell silent

And they were like 'how foolish..'

It was until reader couldn't take it anymore and the atmosphere turned dark, your color of choice chains were on the Vee's necks in which reader tugged on

And reader just snarled something threatening, making the three hang their head in shame

Then reader let go and the atmosphere were light again

"alrighty! So where were we my darlings?"

They stated in a cheerful voice as if they never even literally just threatened the Vees at all🤤

(kinda hot ngl, I'd like a y/n x reader) (I'm srs)

Aaaand then after the meeting, by the time Alastor and reader was back at the hotel, it was a coincidence that Lucifer had also just arrived and was unpacking because he was moving in the hotel as some kind of staff!

And Lucifer recognized reader the fastest way possible and literally just-

"gaspp! Is that you reader? It's been a while! How have you been holding up the overlords there huh?"

Completely exposed readers cover

ILL LET YOU DECIDE HOW IT ENDS HEHEHEHHEHE

Oops, almost forgot to send this out~

This was what I used as an outline for the recent story parts! Do check it out~

Collection of Overlords _ Part 5 = Requested

[Alastor x Soul Owner of All Overlords!Reader]

The next part should be how The Collector is viewed from the demons' perspective, like not Hellborns, so sinners and the like. But before that, I'm going back to {Unwanted Soul} since that has been left a while.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Lightning Bug - Chapter 27

Masterlist

Warnings: nightmare, mention of death and cannon typical violence, grief, lots of grief, Wanda needs a hug and she gets one lol

Note: there is a point in the story where the reader speaks Sokovian, those words are italicized

Word count: 4.8k

“Cooper!” You shirked as the eldest Barton wrapped his arms around you. It was the perfect setup for Nate to tag you and declare you were it. Cooper was quick to let you go and run off. You huffed, wiped the sweat off your forehead, and chased after him. Being back at the Barton homestead was refreshing. You were worried about being there without the buffer of Kate or Yelena, but when you hugged Laura and Clint, you fell into an easy routine. You were quick to jump into a game with the three Barton kids. Nate decided on a game of tag, which you’ve never played, and watched the other kids. Their laughter and smiles made you jealous. Now, it was your laughter that echoed on the Barton’s land while you chased after Cooper. He was fast, but you were faster, especially with the training Maria put you through. You tagged him with ease. The momentum caused you to tag him a little hard, and he fell to the ground. Cooper flipped onto his back. “Oops,” you said. “Sorry.” His chest was heaving, and he used his forearm to block out the sun.

“I forgot,” he took a deep breath and let it out. “I forgot Dad said you were training with Maria and Yelena. This game is unfair.” You giggled and held out your hand to help him, but he refused and stood up alone. There were pieces of grass in his hair.

“Blame it on Nate then,” you smiled. “This was his ideal.” He shook his hair to remove the grass and put his arm over your shoulders.

“You are different than the last time you were here,” you kicked a rock on the ground and nodded. You were different, but it was good. Sometimes, you liked to sit and compare who you were when Natasha found you to who you are now. You felt stronger, more confident in your ability, and happier to be alive. You were in a dark mindset when you first lived on the streets. The crushing guilt of what happened to your parents lay heavy on your chest. The scars left by your father made you feel ugly. You were desperate to feel anything but pain. “It’s a good different,” Cooper continued. “It seems like I’m seeing the real you.”

“Yeah,” you said. “I feel free.”

“Good. Now,” he smiled. “Want to help me tag Nat?”

“Oh, 100%”

*

Natasha loved Iowa. Every time she visited the Barton Homestead, she found another reason to love this place. This beautiful place she was lucky to call a second home. This time, it was Y/n’s laughter. The sound seemed to travel for miles and miles. It was unguarded, light, and beautiful. She sipped on some lemonade Laura made and sat on the porch. It’s the perfect spot to watch the Barton kids and her own. Her kid. The blue-eyed, terrified teen she met at Annie’s was her and Wanda’s. Finally, it would be a few more weeks as the courts proceed with the paperwork. The lawyers Tony hired said the process would be smooth sailing, especially with the lack of documentation her biological parents failed to submit. They did advise that a court appearance may be necessary, but she wasn’t worried about that. Natasha didn’t need a judge to declare Y/n as her daughter. She was without the legal bullshit.

“It’s like a complete 180 with her,” Clint said. “I know you said she’s opened up more, but I almost had a heart attack when she hugged me,” Natasha chuckled.

“You are so dramatic,” Laura said. She and Wanda were sitting in the rocking chairs on the porch. “She gives perfect hugs. I was surprised by that.” Natasha glanced over her shoulder to see Wanda smile.

“She does, and she puts her whole body into it,” there were moments that took Natasha by surprise—these moments made her heart flutter and her stomach drop as she fell more in love with Wanda. Watching her care so intensely for the young girl repeatedly made her fall in love with her.

“Cooper!” The sound of Y/n’s shirk brought her back to the game of tag. The eldest Barton wrapped his arms around her so Nate could easily tag her.

“I think that’s my cue to start dinner,” Laura said.

“I’ll help you,” Wanda followed her into the house. Natasha leaned back on her hands and watched Y/n chase down Cooper until Clint gently slapped her leg.

“The way you look at Wanda makes me sick. Like your eyes turn into hearts,” Natasha rolled her eyes. “I didn’t know that was possible.”

“Shut up,” she mumbled, feeling her cheeks flush. “Now you know how Maria and I felt all those years watching you pin over Laura,” she flicked the man’s forehead. “Now that was disgusting.”

“You’re an asshole,” the Black Widow shrugged. Clint glanced at the house to make sure no one was around. “When are you going to ask her to marry you?” The question, though simple, caused the Black Widow to freeze as if someone injected ice through her veins. “I mean, come on, Nat, you guys have a kid together, and I know you’ve been looking at properties away from the city. What’s stopping you?” Again, it was a simple question, but it scared her. They had years together and faced more dangers than an average couple would face. Maybe it was fear that she would say no. Rationally, Natasha knew that was ridiculous, but she held back.

“I don’t know,” she ran her hand through her head. She was on the fence about dying it again. “What if she says no?” Her voice was so soft and sounded so small that she barely recognized it. It sounded stupid to say aloud, and she expected Clint to laugh, but he didn’t. Instead, he placed a hand on her shoulder; there was a look of understanding in his eyes.

“Then I’ll slap her,” he deadpanned. “Witchy powers or not, you were my friend first,” the mental image of Clint trying to fight Wanda pulled a laugh out of the Black Widow. “I know this won’t ease your anxiety overnight, but she won’t say. Hell, whoever is patient enough to put up with your stubborn ass deserves the biggest diamond,” Natasha punched him on the shoulder.

When the Sokovian first joined the team, Natasha only interacted with her during training. She was still shaken up by what she was forced to relive. A part of her wanted never to trust Wanda again. She was too dangerous and unpredictable, and her powers were out of control. One night, Natasha made her way to the roof of the compound; she needed fresh air to clear her mind from the nightmare. It seemed that nightmares weren’t only affecting her. Wanda was up there, wrapped in a blanket, and her feet dangled off the roof’s edge. Natasha could have left, never walked over to her, and started a conversation, but she sat beside her. They talked about nothing and everything until the sun came up.

Still, she kept her feelings for her to herself, never crossing that line from friends to something more. Everything came unrevealing until Ross went to the compound and threatened Wanda’s safety. The fear of losing Wanda pushed her to tell her everything. It was messy; she stumbled over her words, and Wanda kissed her to force her to stop talking.

“Hi,” Y/n’s sudden appearance broke her out of her thoughts. The girl’s face was bright red from running around, beads of sweat dripped down her forehead, but the smile on her face was the best part.

“Hi, sweetheart. Are you having fun?” She nodded her head.

“I am,” she said. “I was wondering if you knew when dinner would be ready or if I could grab a snack. I’m a little hungry,” she scratched her head awkwardly. Natasha smiled. It was a nice change of pace, especially when she knew how avoidant the teen was asking for help, even food.

“Laura and Wanda are in the kitchen right now, but I bet if you go in there and ask, they’ll give you something small,” the young girl said, bouncing on her feet and hugging Natasha. No matter how many hugs Natasha received from the teen, they’ll always be special. Wanda was right. She hugged with her whole body. It ended when Natasha felt a hand on her back, and the girl jumped out of her arms.

“Tag,” she spun around to see Cooper running off. “You’re it, Nat!” The Black Widow turned back to face Y/n, who was backing away with a smile.

“Your senses could use some work, all Mighty Black Widow,” she teased. It took a moment for Natasha’s brain to catch up and piece together what happened. She was set up, and Y/n was the bait. She was never tagged in all her years of playing tag with the Bartons. Some may say it was ridiculous, but she had a reputation to protect.

“Get back here, you traitor!” Natasha jumped up and raced after the teen. Maria was doing a great job at training her. She was fast, but Natasha was the Black Widow she wouldn’t lose to a kid. One final sprint, she trapped the girl in a hug. “That was smart,” Natasha admitted. “Using a hug to distract me, whose idea was that?” She began to tickle her sides.

“M-mine!” The teen laughed. “Nat, stop! Stop!” Natasha almost refused, loving the sound of her laughter, but she did. Y/n fell to the ground, rolling onto her back. “You are fast.”

“I got a few years on you, kid,” she held out her hand, and Y/n took it to stand up. “Keep training, and you’ll be faster than me.” She smiled and leaned against Natasha.

“I like it here,” she said.

“Yeah?” The teen nodded. “Would you like a house like the Barton’s one day?” Natasha watched her look around the land.

“Maybe one day. I like living in the tower. Everyone is there, you know?” Natasha nodded. She understood that. Her sister and the rest of the team that became her family were there. It would be hard not to see them all the time.

*

You woke up with a start. It felt like you were falling, and you woke up before you hit the ground. You were having a sleepover with Lila, sleeping on an air mattress on her floor. Slowly, you sat up and tried not to wake her as you stood up and left her room. You were thirsty, but your legs and arms shook as you walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. But the downstairs wasn’t empty; Natasha was sitting at the counter with a laptop and a glass of whiskey. She took her eyes off the screen when she heard you. “Hey, dorogoy, are you okay?” Were you shaking that much that she could notice?

“Uh yeah,” you cleared your throat. “I had a weird dream and came down for some water.”

“Here sit. I’ll grab you some,” you nodded and sat in the empty seat next to hers. It was hard not to glance at what she was looking at on her computer. Rings. Engagement rings. Your eyes widened quickly, and you looked forward. Natasha placed a glass of water and a chocolate chip cookie before you. “Do you want to talk about your dream?” You downed the glass of water and waited for Natasha to refill it.

“I don’t remember it,” you whispered, picking at the cookie. “I just felt like I was falling and woke up before hitting the ground.” You glanced at Natasha; her green eyes, full of kindness and understanding, were staring at you. “Do you have nightmares?” She nodded, gently taking your hand in hers. You liked the feeling of them, rough and covered in callouses.

“I do,” she admitted. “They aren’t as frequent, but every now and again, one will sneak up on me.”

“How do you get them to stop?” You questioned, your voice cracked at the end of the sentence.

“Time,” Natasha answered. “It’s a cliche line, but as time passes, we are able to cope with the things we did in our past - the people we’ve hurt and those who’ve hurt us,” Time. It was always time. Even Yelena said the same thing to you. But you were tired of your past hurting you. You wanted it to stop. Sighing, you sat back in the chair and glanced at the computer again.

“Are you going to ask Wanda to marry you?” The sudden change in conversation caused Natasha’s eyes to widen. “I mean, unless you have another girlfriend, I don’t know about,” a smile tugged at her lips. “I’m guessing the rings you are looking at are for her.” The Black Widow slowly nodded. A warm feeling filled your body and pushed away the dark thoughts of your nightmare. “Oh my god!” you slammed your hands down on the countertop and cringed slightly at the noise. “When are you going to ask her? Holy shit! This is so exciting!” You were vibrating in your seat. Natasha laughed.

“I haven’t even picked out a ring yet.”

“Can I help?” You asked slowly. Natasha smiled but nodded her head. It was how you found yourself next to Natasha on the couch, scrolling through various ring websites. None stood out to you. You hadn’t known Wanda for long, but a few things came to mind when you thought about her. She wasn’t one to wear a lot of jewelry so that she might prefer something on the smaller side. You knew she cared deeply about her family and the team. Wanda was kind, caring, and compassionate. Maybe she would like something that represents all those things.

“Wait,” you said suddenly. “Go back up.” Natasha scrolled up, and you pointed to a diamond ring. It was a three-stone diamond engagement ring. The description said that the two smaller pear-shaped diamonds framed the center gem. The center diamond was shaped like a square, but the website called it a Princess Diamond. You weren’t sure why it was called that, but you weren’t a professional. “I like that one.”

“Yeah? Why is that?” Natasha questioned. Your head rested on her shoulder, and you shrugged. You weren’t sure why you were drawn to it.

“I don’t know,” you said. “But there are three diamonds and three of us, so I think that’s why I like it.”

*

Now it was your turn to be up at night with Natasha’s laptop and the missing people’s name folder. It was another long day with the Bartons, playing Just Dance with Lila and a session of archer practice with Clint. However, your mind had yet to stop thinking about these people. So you brought the notebook you got from Lucia’s and wanted to write down everything you could find on them then…well, you weren’t sure. That part of the plan was still to be determined. There wasn’t much on them. No one cared to keep a record of who these people were after they became homeless.

But you found an article from 2012 published a few months after the Battle of New York. The article mentioned Ava Davis and Noah Rodriquez - childhood best friends turned business partners. They opened a fitness center that created personalized plans tailored to each individual’s needs. However, when Loki invaded the city, they lost everything. The fitness center was destroyed in the fight, and Ava’s girlfriend (recently turned fiance) was killed. They fell off the map until Lucia reported them missing.

You chewed on the end of your pen as you stared at the article and the summary you wrote. It was sad; your heart hurt for them. The city was in shambles after the battle; businesses were destroyed, and countless lives were lost. You remembered your father talking about it, saying the Avengers were working with the Devil. Sighing, you took a sip of the tea you made. It was no longer warm. “What are you doing up?” You yelped at the sudden voice. “Oops, sorry,” Clint laughed and poured himself a cup of coffee from the cold pot.

“You,” you placed a hand over your heart. “You gave me a heart attack.” You were taking a few deep breaths to calm the organ beating against your ribs.

“It’s my house. I didn’t expect to see you up!” He defended. That was fair, but you shrugged and returned to typing on the computer. “So what are you doing at this hour? You need sleep.” You were leaving tomorrow, which made you sad. But telling Clint wouldn’t hurt, right? Maybe.

“Someone I used to know before I moved into the tower told me a few people have missing people who have lived on the streets,” you clarified. “She’s reported it to the police, but they don’t care about people like me,” you saw a flash of anger pass through Clint’s eyes. “So I thought I’d use Avenger resources to find them.”

“Does the team know about this case you are working on?” You nodded.

“Tony got me the list of names from NYPD, and I told Pepper.”

“Any luck?” He moved around the counter and sat down next to you.

“Nothing on current whereabouts. It’s not like we can get our hands on cellphones, so tracking them through cellphone towers is out of the question,” you bite the end of your pen. “I thought about using facial recognition through Overwatch when I get back,” you looked at Clint, and he was looking at you. You couldn’t place the emotion on his face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You are just really good at this,” he said. “I’m just surprised.” You shrugged.

“I read a lot,” you mumbled. “I like a good crime novel.” Clint smiled. “So, do you have any ideas?” He pulled the file before him and flipped through the few pages.

“Well, if you can’t find them now, find the connection in their pass. If you believe these people are being taken, the answer is there. Find the connection between the individuals, which may lead you to who took them,” Clint explained.

“Find the connection,” you repeated. “Thank you! I’ll see what I can find.”

“Be careful,” he said, finishing his drink. “Don’t search for these people by yourself if it comes to that,” you nodded. “I’m serious,” he stood up and cleaned the mug he used. “What you are doing is honorable, but it can turn dangerous, and the last thing I need is an angry Black Widow and Scarlet Witch to come knocking on my door because you got hurt from my advice.” You laughed.

“I promise,” you said. “If I get a lead, I’ll hand it to the professionals.” He ruffled your hair.

“Smart kid. Get some sleep. From what I’ve heard, you have a bus for a couple of days,” you frowned. Natasha and Wanda refused to tell you the rest of the plans for the trip. “Night kiddo.”

“Night, Clint, and thank you again,” he gave you a salute and walked in the direction of his room. Find the connection. Find the connection. You began searching for other news articles, employment records, and rental leases. Every name you researched sent you down a rabbit hole that you followed. They were all different, all coming from different walks of life. One person spent some time in Lagos. Another was a teacher from California. But the one thing they had in common was the Avengers destroyed their livelihood. They lost businesses, family members, and loved ones in battles that the Avengers fought in. What was going on?

*

Saying goodbye to the Bartons was more complicated the second time than the first. A part of you was reluctant to leave, but you left with Cooper and Lila’s phone number in the new phone you got as a birthday present and a promise to text them all the time. So you loaded back onto the small jet and waved goodbye to them through the window. When you were at a safe altitude, you unbuckled your seat belt and walked over to the cockpit, standing between Natasha and Wanda. “So,” you dragged out the word. “Where are we going?” Natasha chuckled and shook her head.

“We are going to St. Petersburg to visit my parents. They’ve been very excited to meet you,” your eyebrows shot up to your hairline. No one was excited to meet you. You saw Natasha glance at Wanda, who was oddly quiet. She seemed lost in her head, a million miles away. Natasha placed a hand on her thigh. “They are eccentric,” she continued. “Just letting you know.” You hummed, but your attention was on the witch.

“Hey, Wands,” your voice pulled her out of her head. “Can you do my hair? Lila gave me some beads to put in it.”

“Yeah,” she forced a smile. “Of course I can.” You moved to the side so she could walk past you.

“Thank you,” Natasha whispered. You nodded and squeezed her shoulder. Wanda was sitting down with a hairbrush already, and you grabbed the beads from your bag. You sat between her legs and felt the brush move through your hair. It was soothing.

“Where are we going before St. Petersburg?” You questioned softly. Her hands stuttered slightly. “I know we are going somewhere that has you upset unless her parents are that bad.” Wanda chuckled.

“They are great,” you turned to face her when her voice cracked. Her eyes were glossy with tears. “I’m sorry,” she wiped her tears away. “You asked me to do something, and here I am crying.” You placed a hand on top of hers.

“It can wait,” you smiled. “Do you want to talk about what’s wrong?” You sat down next to her with your legs crossed. She faced forward, running her fingers across the bristles of the brush.

“I asked Nat if we could stop at what’s left of Sokovia. Once it was cleared of the rubble, the neighboring countries took the land. Completely erased it from the map,” her accent was thicker the more she spoke. “But a memorial was built in memory of the victims.”

“Like your brother?” You watched her body shake, but she quickly nodded her head. She placed the brush down and gripped the bench you both sat on. You saw the signs of her powers looking for an outlet. She told you that her powers were connected to her emotions. Her body was tense. The red glow of her magic danced on her fingers. Without hesitation, you grabbed her hand and hid away everything you didn’t want her to see. Her magic died down, and she turned to face you. A few tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Can you tell me about them? Your parents, your brother, your home before the battle.”

“Why do you want to know?” You shrugged, opening up her palm and tracing the lines.

“Because it’s important to you, and I want to know about your life,” you said. “I want to know how I can help you.” Wanda smiled, squeezing your hand.

“Sokovia was,” she took a deep breath to steady her nerves. “Messy.” You weren’t expecting her to use that word. “It was messy to the outside world, but those living there found it beautiful. There was a lot of political turmoil, which resulted in the United States trying to fix it. I would fall asleep to the sound of bombs.”

“And you found that beautiful?” You thought living on the streets was hard enough. Wanda smiled, laughing slightly.

“Maybe that wasn’t beautiful, but we weren’t involved in the political nonsense as regular citizens. We had to rely on each other. I met some of the kindest people during those times. My parents tried very hard to provide for us to ensure we had food and a roof over our heads. We would watch sitcoms every night, and the laugh track would black out the war,” Wanda chuckled. “It sounds crazy when I say it out loud. You must think I’m insane,” you would never. “But I had to find the beautiful moments during the darkness.” You understood that. You found yourself doing the same thing: listening to your mother sing Caleb a song, finding a good book, and when your parents left you alone.

“I did the same,” you smiled. “Tell me more about your parents.” You could listen to Wanda talk about her home country for hours and hours. With every story she told, her eyes would light up, and her smile was so big. You hoped her smile would never fade away.

*

When the jet landed, Natasha and you allowed Wanda to visit the memorial without the two of you hovering. However, the Black Widow was passing back and forth - 5 steps one way, then turned around and walked back the other way. You sat on the ground, knees bent to rest your forearms on them. The memorial depicted an average Sokovian family - a mother, father, daughter, and son. Flowers and the Sokovian flag surrounded the family. “Who built it?” You asked. Natasha stopped her pacing and hummed in question. “Who built the memorial? It’s not like it appeared out of nowhere.” She faced the monument with her arms crossed. Wanda fell to her knees, and you knew Natasha was fighting the instinct to rush over to be with her.

“It kind of did,” she sat down next to you. “Stark has a relief foundation that helps with the messes we make, and they were on the scene before we made it back to the States,” Natasha sighed. “Stark says he didn’t do it, but you know Tony likes to take credit for everything,” you smiled, but the redhead sighed again. “Sokovia was a mess on and off the battlefield.”

“What happened?” You questioned. Natasha was quiet for a moment, gathering her thoughts.

“There was a lot of talk about dismantling the Avengers,” she started. “Many people thought we were dangerous, especially with what happened in New York, DC, and Lagos. Ross was trying to pass the Accords,” the Accords? You weren’t sure what that was. You looked at her, confused. “It was a document that would allow the UN to be in control of us and have all enhanced individuals would have to be registered and monitored,” she explained. Enhanced? So, people like you, Wanda, and America.

“Why didn’t it get passed?”

“We refused to sign it,” Natasha bent one of her knees and leaned back. “I think it was the first time I saw the team stand together,” she admitted. “With us banding together, the Accords made no traction. We were left to make our own choices, but we try to limit the damage we cause and help those affected.” You nodded and focused back on Wanda. You could feel her energy. There was an uptick in her heart rate. Her breathing was becoming uneven. She was grieving, alone. Natasha told you the Accords weren’t signed because the Avengers came together. You weren’t going to let her face this alone.

You stood up and walked over to her, ignoring the way Natasha called after you. You tiptoed, not wanting to scare her. “You can join me,” she invited you. Nodding, you knelt next to her. “It’s so quiet,” Wanda looked around. “Sokovia was never this quiet.” She ran her hand across the ground. “I can’t believe it’s gone.”

“It’s not gone,” you whispered. “Just because the place is gone, Sokovia is still alive. It’s alive because of you and everyone else who survived that day,” you placed your hand on the monument. “Now it lives through me because you are keeping its memory and culture alive.” She placed her hand on top of yours. “Can you sign that lullaby your mom used to sing? I’d love to learn it.”

“It’s in Sokovian,” you smiled.

“I’d love to have another language under my belt.” Wanda laughed and used the back of her hand to clear the tears from her face. She taught you the song. Some words felt heavy on your tongue, but you managed to muddle your way through it. As you learned it, you heard Natasha’s footsteps behind you. She kissed the top of Wanda’s head, and the witch leaned her weight against her. You smiled, closed your eyes, and began to hum the tune Wanda shared with you.

“We’ve been waiting for you,” you sang. “Now you are here. More perfect than I imagined,” the Sokovian words were hard to pronounce, and your voice shook. “Our house is now a home. No matter where you go. Sunlight shines on you,” you open your eyes. “Sunlight shines on you.”

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