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[f4nrir]

a lovers quarrel

一 pairing; miguel o'harra x male reader

note: I haven't seen any male!reader for him and I am obsessed with this man. anyway, please let me know if y'all like this so I can write more for him. feedback would be appreciated!

cw: nsfw, 18+. angst, angry hate sex, slight dub-con, anal, overstimulation, face slapping, power bottom!reader.

summary: you get into an argument with miguel regarding the situation with miles. you put him in his place. word count: 2.8k

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“Miguel!” was the last thing you remember saying before Miguel had broken into a fit of rage, chasing after Miles like a rabid dog. You sighed and turned around to be met with Gwen, who began to shake her head at what you were about to do. Sometimes it scared you that she could read your mind, it was a comforting feeling yet you knew that this wouldn’t be a good idea. You put on your mask and angled your wrist, shooting out a web as you swung from pole to pole in order to catch up with them both. After you saw them in your line of sight, you jumped down and began to run on both feet, easily catching up with Miguel. He noticed you from his peripheral vision and growled in anger, knowing that meant he was extremely upset. His pace fastened as he knew what you were about to do. However, you were smarter than that and jumped, slamming him down onto the ground to have him let go of the grip he had on Miles. 

“Go Miles, now!” your voice boomed loudly and the teenager looked at you with sorrow yet gratefulness in his eyes. He didn’t take another second to run away, being able to escape Miguel’s wrath. Miguel looked at you with anger and distrust as he watched you let Miles go, thinking you knew better than to side with a boy you barely knew. He felt as if the relationship you two had built meant nothing to you as you were able to betray him without hesitance, no regard as to how he’d feel. That you didn’t think before acting and now he lost control, he lost power in a situation. 

He took off his mask, being met with his disheveled hair and blood-red eyes. “Why would you do that!” he yelled, gripping tightly onto his mask. You have never seen him so angry before and you took off your own, looking him in the eye as he spoke. “You betrayed me. We were supposed to work together, we are a team! How could you be so stupid!” his words felt like venom, making your blood boil with each word that came out of his mouth. Then you did the unthinkable, “How could YOU be so stupid?” you heard loud gasps from the crowd that surrounded you both and Gwen caught up with you, landing on both feet beside you. 

You grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling his face closer to yours. “What is wrong with you? Miles is a teenager, Miguel, this isn’t some kid you can just slam into the ground! Did you ever think about his side of the story? Did you give him time to speak!?” you yelled right in his face, anger building up within him. 

“He is a threat to us. Don’t you remember what happened with Dr. Strange and that little nerd on Earth-199999?? Do you want that happening to us?” he growled in a low voice, his face just inches away from you and his hot breath ran a chill down your spine. 

“Give him a chance, Miguel. You don’t know him—“ he cut you off, “and YOU DO? Of course, you’re using emotions rather than knowledge. typical you huh? stupid and empathetic.” Those words felt like a stab to the heart and Miguel was the wielder, twisting it with all his might. 

Gwen glared up at him and sneered, gently rubbing your back as you stepped away from him. “How fucking dare you, Miguel.” you didn’t give him time to respond as you walked away with Gwen before swinging together in synchrony, hoping that there was still time to catch up with Miles. 

Peter walked up behind him and Miguel looked down in shame, realizing the words that he said were extremely disrespectful. “What the fuck was that dude?” Peter asked and Miguel shook his head, putting his hand out to make him stop. 

“Everyone, just... don’t chase after them, I’ll take care of it myself,” he then walked away in the opposite direction, making his way toward the headquarters as everyone went back to what they were doing. 

Miles wasn’t too up ahead as you realized that he heard your fight, feeling guilty that he had heard the exchange of words between you both. The three of you sat down by a nearby ledge, watching your legs as they swung against the cold airy breeze. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think I’d cause this big of a mess,” Miles’ head hung low and you pat his shoulder, gently squeezing it. 

“It’s okay, kiddo. I know you’ve only been here for a few days but I know you mean well. Miguel’s just.. uh.. protective. The alteration in Dr. Strange’s world caused massive destruction and would refuse to let that happen here too.” you let out a deep sigh and toyed with your web shooter, unable to stay still. The words echoed in your mind and you felt as if you were weak to give this boy a chance. Gwen leaned her head against your shoulder and you smiled at her, grateful for the relationship you both have developed. You were like an older brother figure to her as you helped guide her for the last several months, never leaving her side as she did the same for you. 

“You didn’t deserve that though. Miguel can be pretty irritable, although I understand he has a lot of stress on his shoulders but he should never speak to someone like that,” Gwen spoke with disappointment in her voice and Miles hummed in agreement, knowing that was wrong for him to do. 

“It’s... okay, I understand why. I’ll just talk to him and I’ll let you guys know alright? Don’t worry about it.” you flashed them both a smile and they nodded in response as you jumped off the ledge you sat at, making both of them gasp in surprise. Gwen was about to go after you until Miles stopped her, knowing that you'd catch yourself. You swung from building to building as your loud “woo’s!” could be heard all throughout the lobby. The pair exhaled in relief, watching you disappear from their sight.

You arrived home and you sighed to yourself before you opened the door to your shared home. “Miguel?” you called out as you noticed faint noises coming from one of the rooms, either Miguel was home or he left the television on again even though you’ve reminded him numerous times not to leave it on. You made your way to your bedroom and saw your boyfriend sitting there with his arms crossed, eyes focused on the television. You glanced over at it, realizing he was just watching one of his telenovela series. 

“You really aren't gonna talk to me?” you asked, clear bitterness in your voice. Miguel snickered, as he turned off the tv and faced you. 

“Why should I apologize? You betrayed me.” You ruffled up your hair in frustration, raising your balled-up fist in the air before settling it down. 

“You just never learn. Talk to me when you want to be mature.“ you turned around to exit the room, however, he caught you off guard as he shot his web in one swift motion, trapping you in here with him. The web landed on the door knob and you groaned, realizing you’d have to clean it up later as Miguel’s webs were incredibly sticky and durable. It was reliable in certain circumstances and you hated it in others. Turning around once again, you faced Miguel with a defeated look. 

“What do you want?” you asked as you attempted to make your way to your closet but was stopped by a strong force. Miguel grabbed your wrist and threw you onto the mattress, hovering above you.

Miguel didn’t speak as he let his actions do it all for him. He pinned you down underneath him as he placed kisses on your neck, digging his sharp fangs into your skin. You yelped and gripped onto his shoulders, attempting to get him off of you but realize you were at a disadvantage. 

“Get off m..me-“ he cut you off by pressing his lips against yours, pulling you into a rough yet lustful kiss. You moaned against him as your hands found their way into his hair, your fingers tangling in his locks. You tugged ever so roughly, emitting a moan from the other. He began to grind against you, your bulge growing as the minutes passed. You hissed at the contact as you grew more sensitive to your cocks frotting against each other. 

Miguel pulled away, desperately taking off his clothes, and urged you to do the same thing. You sat up slightly and tampered with your suit, managing to get it off within a timely manner. He pulled you into another kiss, but you had an advantage this time. You flipped both of you over, pinning him below you as you straddled his lap. 

“I hated how you talked to me today,” you whispered in his ear, as there was venom in your tongue with how you enunciated your words. You grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look up at you. Miguel looked at you with lustful and slutty eyes, practically begging to be fucked.

“I’m sor—“ You slapped his cheek, leaving a bright red handprint on his face. “Are you really sorry, Miguel?” 

“Y..yes, sir I’m s-“ another hit, and you noticed him flinch in surprise. “Sorry, didn’t hear you loud enough. What did you say?”

“I’m sorry!” he exclaimed, having a slight tone in his voice. You always knew how to put Miguel in his place; this was one of the easiest ways to weaken him. Although you felt a bit bad, you knew he enjoyed it as he reassured you numerous times it is okay to do that to him.  

“That’s a good boy.. that’s all you had to do,” you placed a kiss on his temple, and to his surprise, you grabbed his hair and made him look at you. 

“Here’s what we’re going to do... I’m going to please myself and use you. Got it?” Miguel whined and you let out a laugh, shaking your head at his response. 

“How pathetic. Only if everyone knew how much of a whore you are,” you looked over at your nightstand and grabbed the lube, lathering up his cock as you hover over it. Miguel winced at the temperature of the liquid but settled down right as you began touching him, quickly taking away that privilege and he bucked his hips up in the air. 

You wrapped your hand around his neck, squeezing lightly at first on the sides. Miguel moaned, being caught off guard by your sudden movement. He let out a cough as you squeezed once again, but harder this time. “No touching.” you sternly ordered and he scoffed in response. Miguel then grabbed your waist and lined himself up against you, attempting to thrust inside of you in one go. You felt the tip of his head enter you and you gasped, before turning your attention back to him. You grabbed both of his arms and cuffed his wrists to the bed posts, thanking your lucky stars that you didn’t put it away the previous night. 

“You disgusting pervert,” you leaned back and slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, moaning out loud as it stretched you out from all over. Miguel’s hips began shaking as you began to move, keeping a steady slow pace of riding. 

“ ¡a..ah mi vida, lo siento. por favor más rapido, mas rapido- agh!” he whined into the atmosphere of your bedroom, feeling the air become humid as the room filled up with the scent of sex. 

“No, vete a la mierda. Tú te hiciste esto Miguel..” you growled in his ear and tears began to well up in his eyes, only laughing in his face as you quickened your pace. 

"F—fuck, Miguel..” you threw your head back as you moaned out his name proudly, earning a louder sound from him. Miguel was a mess underneath you as his legs began shaking even further, knowing that meant his orgasm was coming soon. You continued to quicken your pace, feeling your own legs tremble and the warm feeling into your stomach pool within. 

You placed your palms against his chest as you rode out your climax, painting it all over his stomach. Miguel cried as he reached his own and came inside of you, continuing your pace from before.

“Please! s—stop, I’m sorry, please. mi amor, por— agh!” he begged for you like a pathetic dog as you felt him melt underneath you, giving into submission. You smirked down at him as his eyelids fluttered open, his expression looking dazed. 

You got off of him and he mumbled thank you under his breath, desperately bucking his hips into the air. 

“I’m not done with you yet, Miguel” his eyes widened as you used the cum from your orgasm to pump your cock, using it as your own lube. You got in between his legs and he tried to kick away from you but you pinned both of his legs down. “Careful. You might end up torturing yourself even further,” you then lined yourself up against him and wasted no time thrusting inside of him in one go. Miguel yelled out your name, begging for you to stop but you knew it was just one of his antics. He knew your safe word, although he’s never had to use it. He knew he was safe with you but disliked the process of getting punished. 

You looked down on him from above and Miguel continues to scream out your name, feeling completely ruined and used as you showed no mercy in fucking him. 

“You wanna apologize to me one more time, hm?” you grabbed his face and he nodded his head frantically, slurring “I’m sorry” under his breath as he felt overstimulated. “I’m sorry, please I’m so sorry. I should’ve never yelled at y..you— I should’ve been kinder, please—“ he pleaded and you tilted your head, “please what?”

“S.. stop, please..” he whined and threw his head back as you continued to slam into him, hitting his prostate over and over again. Miguel clutched into your back, dragging his nails across your skin and muscles. You winced at the pain, knowing his sharp claws would leave scars on your skin once it’s healed. 

“You don’t want to stop, don’t you? You like feeling like this,” you then took him in your hand, pressing your thumb against the head of his cock. 

“Fuck! I.. I can’t, oh god it’s too much—“ he cried and you fastened your pace, now rubbing his slit. Miguel began to sob out in overstimulation as you jerked him off, refusing to pull your hand away.

“I need to.. cum.. please sir let me— Please I’ll be good, I won’t speak to you like that again. Please sir, plea— Agh!” your thrusts became lazy but each slam was rough and hard as you got yourself ready for your orgasm. 

“Do it with me, Miguel” you murmured under your breath as you both moaned out loud together, coming undone at the same time. You stayed inside him for a few more seconds, almost up to a minute as you wanted every drop to stay inside him. 

“You did so good, my sweet boy,” you pressed a soft kiss on his forehead and he panted, arching his back in response.

You pulled out of him, watching your cum leak out of his stretched-out hole. You groaned, noticing your dick was still hard but did not want to continue as you noticed he was dazed from it all. You took him off the handcuffs and kissed his wrists, rubbing them gently with your hands as they looked red and sore. Miguel smiled at you, peppering your hands with soft kisses. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have lashed out at you like that,” he gently grabbed your chin, making you look up at him. You placed a kiss on his thumb and you took his hand, pressing his palm against your cheek. 

“You’re okay, cariño. I’m sorry too— I should’ve not been rude or quick to de-“ Miguel hushed you, placing a finger against your lips. You blushed, as you looked at his veiny calloused hands. 

“Not your fault. I’m sorry, I should’ve been easier on Miles,” He smiled at you, but took no time to grab your jaw to make you look at him. You squirmed in his touch, trying to break out of it. Miguel then towered over you, pinning you down onto your back and he took your cock in his hand. 

“Since you’ve had fun, it’s my turn,” he smirked and dug his fangs into your neck, drawing blood with his bite. You bucked your hips up against him, earning a low chuckle from the other. 

It was going to be a long night.

[bean-bean2000]

The Hacker - Part 3

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: angst, yelling, self-deprecating thoughts (lbody dismorphia, self-hatred), recall of past traumatic events including physical and mental abuse & murder, guns, depression (suicidal thoughts).

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Part 2 here

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You wake up to loud banging on your door and yelling.

“YOU BRAT!! GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!” Steve yells.

You giggle at his anger. You get up and open the door swiftly with a smirk.

“What’s wrong Cap? Couldn’t sleep?”

“What is wrong with you?! Why can’t you just be a quiet nerd that does what she’s told to do? Why can’t you follow simple orders? Why must you always create problems?!”

“Geez Cap, I always took you for a morning person. Who’s got your panties in a twist?”

“Cut that out right now! I know it was you! This never happened until you showed up. What did you want to achieve from this?”

“I’m not property. I am not a soldier. As Tony said, I’m a cyberpunk. A simple ‘Thank you for saving my life’ would have been nice. You’re too high strung and refuse to admit that you were wrong and I was very right for interfering. I will not be your puppet. I am my own person, whether you like it or not! I may be a part of this team, against my own will, but that doesn’t mean you can bark orders at me like a dog!”

“GAH! you’re unbelievable!” Steve says as he stomps away.

You snort and roll your eyes. You head to the kitchen and living room to grab some breakfast; not like you were going to fall back asleep now anyway.

As you walk in you see a certain blue-eyed brooding super soldier sitting at the kitchen island, sipping on coffee.

Your heart skips a beat but you ignore it and walk nonchalantly to the coffee machine.

“Good morning.” you say politely.

Bucky doesn’t reply but you can feel his eyes boring into your back. You turn around slowly and sip on your coffee, staring back at him. You’re not that easily intimidated.

Bucky snorts as a smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. “You’re something else you know that? Nobody has ever angered Steve like you have.”

“Nobody has treated me as poorly as he has”

Bucky sighs “Give him a chance. He doesn’t understand how to use the TV remote half the time. He’s scared. he doesn’t know how to guide you and lead you during missions. He’s lost when it comes to modern age technology and it’s frustrating him.”

You stare at him as you consider what Bucky has told you.

“Regardless, his behaviour towards me is ridiculous. Considering he’s from the 40’s I expected a bit more chivalry and respect from him. I will make it clear as much as I can and as many times as needed that I am not his dog that he can bark orders at. End of conversation.”

“Wow this generation has really raised some ballsy women.” He says while shaking his head with a smile.

“Is that a problem old man? Want me to be little miss submissive? Running to you every night with a fresh meal on the table and do everything at your bidding?” you reply in a mocking voice.

Bucky gets up from the bar stool and walks towards you, he gently lowers his elbows on the kitchen island and stares at you directly in your eyes.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. Honestly, I respect you the most out of everyone. You came here, alone and scared, and you still stand your ground, no matter the consequences. You’re confident and self-assured. They underestimated you.”

Your tongue is caught in your throat. His blue eyes are stormy. You swear you can see admiration and pride in his eyes but you quickly look away before you let your body take over and do what you really want to do to him. This is strictly professional. No emotions, you promised yourself.

You clear your throat and back up a bit “I um - i’m going to go to my office and do some stuff…alright bye.” You stammer as you quickly run off before he can stop you.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky watches you runaway with a smile on his face and his heart beating so fast. He can’t remember the last time he’s felt like this for someone. He just met her and feels like he’s known her forever.

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You run to your office and sit on your chair abruptly. You dim the light, close the shades and turn on the purple LED lights. You let out a long breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. You embrace the calming atmosphere of your office as you begin to work.

You check your emails and notice a slew of small jobs Tony has delegated to you. Hacking into some servers to retrieve some sensitive information; nothing you haven’t done before. You put your headphones on and blast some music to drown out any background noise and help you focus on finishing the task at hand.

As you’re working through your to do list, you didn’t realize how fast time flew by. The once early morning sun has now set into the late evening. You’re continuously tapping away on your keyboard, your eyes glued to the screens in front you. You’re so hyper focused you don’t realize someone is watching you from the doorframe of your office.

Suddenly you feel a hand squeeze your shoulder. You shriek so hard that your headphones fly off your head and you leap so high out of your chair that it flips over, making you fall backwards to the ground. As you’re trying to get back up, you look to the culprit and see Steve scrambling to help you up. He grabs you by your arms and pulls you up in one swift motion, all while apologizing profusely.

“Oh god I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, are you ok? I was calling your name but you couldn’t hear me so I tried to get your attention.” Steve rambles while analyzing you, looking for injuries.

You sigh a breath of relief and rub your head, already feeling a bump forming from the fall.

“It’s fine Steve. What do you want?” you answer coldly.

“Look, I wanted to apologize. I’m really sorry for how i’ve been acting. I don’t understand a fraction of what you do or how you do it and I have no idea how to lead you through the missions. I was frustrated and took it out on you. It’s not right and I’m sorry.” Steve says, blue eyes boring into yours, swirling with pleading sadness, begging to be forgiven.

“I get it Steve. I do, and I accept your apology. However, you understand that I don’t need guidance right? The internet, hacking, technology in general is my life. All I need from you is to lead, to tell me what to do and when and I’ll do it but if there is something else that I can do to help the team further or save you, I will do it. Whether you like it or not, I know the consequences of my actions and I know what I’m doing. I trust you. The real question is, do you trust me?”

“I— I do. I will. from now, I will trust you and your instincts. I promise. You’re part of the team now and I will treat you as an equal like I treat everyone else.”

“Good. Thank you for being honest with me and clearing this up. Let’s start over.”

“Deal. Thank you Y/N.”

“Just don’t piss me off again or I’ll make it way worse for you than a few simple alarms and blaring red lights in your room as payback.” you smirk at him and wink.

He rolls his eyes and smile “Understood, scouts honour.” He salutes you jokingly and walks out with a quick goodbye.

You decide to call it a night and close up your office for the day. You walk to the kitchen and realize you haven’t eaten all day.

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As you reach the kitchen and start making yourself a quick sandwich you hear footsteps approaching you.

“Hey there Cyberpunk, what are you up too? You disappeared all day today.” Bucky says as he sits next to you on a kitchen bar stool.

“I was working on some things Tony needed. I didn’t realize how time flew by. I haven’t eaten yet so i’m just making a quick snack.”

“You didn’t take a single break? How did you not eat, drink, go to the bathroom?…” Bucky looks at you with a concerned look.

“Um, no, not really. I tend to get really hyper focused on my tasks, especially when my brain is in overdrive. It’s kind of like a coping mechanism. I escape into my own cyber world and I don’t leave until my body basically wakes me up.” You say nonchalantly.

“Well, not anymore. Not on my watch.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” you ask while giggling.

“I have decided to make it my job to make sure that you’re taking enough breaks, eating, drinking water, going outside for some fresh air…”

“You don’t have to do that. I like my little cyber-cave. It’s my space, it’s fine.”

“Doll, you are stubborn.” he chuckles to you as he playfully pushes his shoulder against yours.

You reply with a scoff as you finish making your snack.

"You're too cute to treat yourself like this. Let me take care of you for a bit, I want to help."

You stare at him in disbelief.

Is he... flirting with me? There's no chance James Buchanan Barnes is flirting with me. He's just being nice to me. With women like Natasha around him, there is no way he would even look my way. I'm a freaking nerd, a computer geek that stays indoors all day and hides from the world through the internet. The other women in the compound are gorgeous with the perfect bodies to match. I'm not exactly the most fit, I can't even jog for more than 10 seconds without my lungs hurting. I dress is loose comfortable clothes, my hair is always in either a messy bun or air dried to let its natural pattern go free. I put minimal makeup at most because I'm alone indoors all day. Remember, no emotions. It's all in your head. Focus Y/N. He is just being polite and welcoming as you're a new team member.

Your thoughts are running a mile a minute as Bucky is looking into your eyes, waiting for an answer. You must have been staring at him for too long because Bucky asked you if something was wrong.

"No I um - i'm good. Just exhausted. Long day. Thanks for keeping me company for a bit. I have to go now, bye." you say awkwardly as you grab ur plate of food and scurry to your room.

"Hey, wait where are you going?" Bucky questions as he sees you run off.

You ignore him and quicken your pace. Your heart is racing. You reach your room and close the door behind you as you let out a huge sigh of relief.

Why am I so awkward? Why can't I just have a normal conversation with him? He's too damn gorgeous thats why. How can I not be attracted to him? He's built like a greek god with these captivating blue eyes and that dark hair that you just want to run your fingers through - stop it. No no no stop that right now. If you develop a crush on him, you will only get hurt. You're being delusional. He doesn't like you. Look at yourself.

You stare at yourself in the mirror.

What could he possibly be attracted to? The dark circles under my eyes? My messy hair? My loose fitting clothes that give me no shape whatsoever? It's not like my body is perfect either. I have stretch marks, I'm not fit, I don't have abs by any means, my arms are not muscular or toned, my thighs are large.... I do have a nice ass and some great boobs, I will admit.

Bucky is a man that goes for super model type women. Not computer nerds that eat take out almost religiously and never leave their computer chair except to go to the bathroom. I think the most steps i've done in an entire day is 500. Who am i kidding? Why am I doing this to myself? Just stop. Focus on work, nothing else. This will only lead to more and more heartbreak that I just can't take anymore.

There is so much they don't know about me. They can't know. I've worked so hard to erase it from the world all together, to make myself disappear into thin air, to hardly exist. I know Tony is probably trying to deep dive into my past and find some trace of who I am and where I'm from but I know I've gotten rid of it all years ago and I plan on keeping it that way.

Start of flashback

You're hiding under your desk in your room, shaking as you hear your parents screaming at each other in the kitchen. You had accidentally dropped a plate and it crashed to the floor, pieces flying everywhere which had caused your father to erupt in a rage. He stalked towards you as a slew of insults that have been repeated to you over the years flew from his mouth: worthless, stupid, waste of life, ugly. You name it, he said it.

Taking out his anger on you, leaving you no chance to breathe until your mother pried his hands off of you while screaming for him to stop. As soon as he let go of you, you had run to your room where you're now hiding. You can feel the blood leaking from your nose and lip, one eye almost shut so tight you can hardly see out of it. You grabbed your phone and dialed 911 - terrified as to what your father might do, especially if he found out you had called the cops on him. The first responder tells you to stay where you are and keep the phone open. As you're about to reply, your door swings open and your father storms in. He rips you out from your desk and drags you to the kitchen again. You're too scared to even scream or cry.

He throws you to the floor, on the pieces of glass that remained on the floor from the broken plate you had dropped. The shards cut your hands and knees and crush into your skin. All you can do is lay there and pray that the first responder heard the scene unfold and sent police officers to your address. You're waiting to be saved, you feel helpless as always, you just want to get out.

You watch as your father punches your mother unconscious. You watch in fear as he approaches you and laughs. He tells you that this is all your fault. You watch him pull out his gun and point it as your mother who is laying on the floor lifeless. You scream as you lunge towards him to stop him but it was too late. The shot resonated throughout the tiny apartment with a sharp thud as you jumped him.

You wrestled him with all your might, grabbing a shard of glass from the floor and stabbing it into his thigh. He screamed in agony and cursed at you, punching you hard and sending you flying across the floor. You scramble to get up as you watch him point the gun to you this time. You make a split second decision and duck as you tackle his waist and force him to the ground. Wrestling again, you manage to grab the gun that is pointed at you and turn it the other way, facing your fathers chest directly. You look him in the eye as you tell him that his reign of terror has ended and you pull the trigger. You keep pulling the trigger until you hear the gun click.

You get up and look at yourself, covered in blood. Your father’s lifeless body laying there in a pool of his own blood. You hear the sirens and realize what you've done. You have to get out, now.

You grab everything you can and you run. You wash your hands, arms and chest in a pond in the forest you ran into and changed your clothes. Grabbing a pair of scissors in your bag you cut your hair to change your appearance. You take one look back at your apartment, now covered with flashing red and blue lights. You turn around and head into the forest, never looking back again.

You had found yourself in a homeless shelters for 4 years. Continuously dying your hair different colours and moving around from shelter to shelter. You had to because you were too recognizable, with a deep scar slashing across your lip and multiple scars littering the plans of your hands- a final gift from your father. When you couldn’t find a new shelter to stay at, the alleys outside were your best bet. Stealing food from trash cans and people’s lunches when they weren’t paying attention is how you survived. Keeping your appearance hidden and constantly different is how you evaded the cops. You were a missing person and a person of interest in the case of your parents. You had to get out of here to make it out alive. You decide to hop on a train and never look back.

When you woke up to the train halting to a stop. You look outside and realize you’re now in New York. You jump off the train and make your way to the city.

One day, at another random shelter, you met someone who ended up teaching you your way around computers. One thing led to another and you were a cyber whiz with an online community, making money off of rich assholes by hacking into their bank accounts and stealing some money they would never even notice was missing. You managed to get yourself a small shitty apartment, but you welcomed it as anything is better than the streets and shelters.

Once you were settled in a makeshift homb- the same home which the Avengers gracefully kidnapped you from - you decided you had to find a way to kill the old you and let the new you stay hidden.

You figured out a way to erase yourself from the world. You hacked into the government system and erased all documents pertaining to you; your birth certificate, medical records, dental records, school enrollments; everything. You manufactured one item and left it in the system for good measure; a death certificate. Nobody would search for a dead girl.

End of Flashback

You don't notice that you've sunken to the floor, shaking as you bring your knees up to your chest. Sobbing quietly as the horrific memory haunts your mind. You beg to whoever and whatever is listening to you for forgiveness. You beg to have your life taken from you. Your fathers dying words replaying in your mind forever: Worthless, stupid, waste of life.

Maybe he's right.

You hold yourself tighter as you continue crying, balled up on the floor until you fell asleep from exhaustion.

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Devlog #9: Play and Testing

Hello everyone! Welcome to this month’s devlog!

If you just stumbled upon this, I am Adrienne, also known as insertdisc5! I’m the developer, writer, artist, main programmer, etc of the game. The game being In Stars and Time, which is the next and final game in the START AGAIN series, following START AGAIN: a prologue (available here!).  You can find out more about In Stars and Time here!!! 

Anyway, this month's devlog is gonna be about playtesting!

LET’S GET TO IT

Playtesting!!! Has finally started!!! 

So a few weeks ago, I gave a code to the game to a few dozen friends, and they’re all slowly playing through it and giving me their feedback. Finally, a small sample of people (that are not me or QA) get to play Da Game…

To elaborate a bit more on QA vs Playtesting (at least for this game??? I don’t know if that’s how it is for other games???), my publisher Armor Games has a QA team whose job it is to play through the game and check for bugs! As a QA team member from Armor Games puts it, QA is about

1. Making sure the main path functions correctly (aka no soft/hard locks, no blockers, etc),

2. Attempting to check every interaction in every possible situation, and,

3. Confirming previously known issues that are stated as fixed are actually fixed, and that no new issues resulted from the fix!

What I’ve been doing for the past few months is wait patiently for the team to tell me “Adrienne, this thing happened and we’re not sure if it’s intended or a bug” and I go “it’s a bug” and I fix it and then the game is better. Know that their work is irreplaceable and SORELY needed. Thank you QA team, and thank you to QA teams everywhere.

Playtesting is (again, for this game) me giving the beta to some trusted friends and telling them “what do you think? Is it good? Do you GET IT? Also you’re a Normal Gamer ™ and play like a Normal Gamer ™ and not like me (the dev, I made the game, I know the game so I won’t do anything “”weird””) or the QA team (who are trying to break the game so it can be fixed, so they play in very specific ways) so your experience is valuable please tell me everything you’re thinking plz”.

Having some people playtesting the game is very, very fun. I told them right away “If i had my way i would want to stand behind you really close and look into your brain to hear every single thought you have, but once every so often is fine <3” so I’ve gotten a lot of very excited livetweeting my way, which is. The Best Thing Ever. For me, the most important part of playtesting was figuring out if the story was good! Beyond “does the story make sense?”, I asked a few times “so, what are your theories Right Now”, to see if my crumbs of foreshadowing were leading them where I wanted to, or if it led them in completely the wrong direction (which is also fun teehee). Also yes I did get a lot of screaming already. Love it when my friends yell at me that the story made them feel something <3

Having Normal Gamers ™ play the game means I also got some valuable feedback on some other important stuff, like: Does the game feel good to play? Are the battles too easy, too hard? Is there anything I can do to make the game better? Do you get what’s going on, or are you completely lost as to what you should do next? Thanks to them, I figured out where the game needed more explanations or tutorials, so hopefully this should make for a smoother experience!

Having a bunch of different eyes on the game was also VERY useful for typos and various writing mistakes. Did you know “discretely” and “discreetly” are two different words??? I learned that this week!!! Wow!!! And also did you know that I am bad at remembering the difference between East and West? I messed it up three times in the script!!! Oops!!! I’m bad at directions!!!

Of course, with feedback comes not-positive feedback as well! I did get some feedback on a potentially upsetting scene- I didn’t warn for it enough, and a friend thought it was too sudden and shocking, and would’ve appreciated some warning. I left the scene in, but I made sure to warn for its contents before it happens, so players can avoid it entirely if they’d rather not see it! In Stars and Time deals with some heavy subjects, but I want to make sure players can skip some of it if they know it would upset them. As a note, we don’t have the content warnings written down yet, but we definitely will before the game comes out! They’ll be pretty similar to START AGAIN: a prologue’s.

Overall, I’m very glad I got over my apprehension and showed the game off a bit. I’m getting some extremely valuable feedback (negative AND positive!) that I wouldn’t have gotten elsewhere. Anyway, this just turned into a “hey if you’re making a game you should have people play it BEFORE it comes out. I know it’s scary. I know you’re afraid of showing people something you made. I know you’re afraid of The Feedback. But also it’s better to have The Feedback now from people you love and trust, rather than all at once from strangers. Please make people playtest your game” manifesto for small indie devs. This is also addressed to past me. I didn’t ask enough people to playtest my previous game before it came out and I missed some obvious bugs. PLEASE ASK YOUR FRIENDS TO PLAY YOUR GAME THEY’RE YOUR FRIENDS AND WANT TO PLAY YOUR FUN GAME

(In other non-playtesting news, I had an interview with Pocket Tactics if you wanna read it! It's good!!!)

That’s all I have to say for today! Let me know if you have any questions, or if there’s any aspect of the game development struggle you’d like me to talk about! See you next time!!!

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there was now only five minutes until you were to step on stage and perform. you were so excited, yet terrified and nervous something would go wrong. your palms and your forehead sweaty already for pacing the waiting room for 10 minutes.

minho, hyunjin, and felix were in the room with you. they all seemed anxious as well but definitely not as much as you were right now.

chan, jisung and jenni were with you as well. no one had noticed your excessive pacing until now. jenni spotted you from her seat across the room and decided to go over.

“hey, you good? do you need some water?” she gently placed a hand on your back to make you stand still.

“y-yeah, water would be nice, thanks.” you answer, staring at the floor.

“alright i’ll get you some, just hold on a sec okay?”

“chan! would you come here a sec? emergency like right now.” jenni yelled, catching everyone’s attention now.

“yeah, no problem…” his eyes met her line of vision going straight to you and he quickly walked over to where you were standing.

“y/nnie? hey, what’s wrong bubs?” he grabbed onto your hands, rubbing circles on your palms like he always did when you were stressed.

you couldn’t look at him. you couldn’t even move. you were frozen. your knees locked, feet planted on the floor. your hands were shaking a bit as well. you were… scared? no that can’t be it.

“y/n, look at me, okay? you’re gonna be okay.” his voice soft and calming

you finally turn to face him, tears starting to swell in your eyes.

“hey, hey what’s wrong?” he asks

“i- i don’t know, um…” you trail off, unsure what to say, how to explain.

“shh, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

“is it just nerves? or-“

“yeah, i… i think. yeah.”

“i don’t know why though, like i was so excited for tonight- i am excited but like i can’t fucking move. i just don’t want to fuck it up. i don’t want to ruin it. we worked so hard the past few weeks to set this up and if i-“

“you’re gonna do amazing, y/n. you always do. remember how we planned ahead just in case something does go wrong? you’re a great dancer and we believe in you. you got this.” hyunjin steps in

“he’s right. you’ve got this! and we’ll all be here backing you up.” felix adds

“that’s right.” chan says

“here’s your water,” jenni hands it to you and motions for chan to move out of the way, which he does. she grabs ahold of your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze as you sip your water. “you’ve got this,” she smiles

“now let’s get out there and show them what we’ve got.” minho says

your nerves seemed to brush over as the four of you stepped onto the stage. it was dark with the lights being dimmed, but you could tell there were so many people. they were all there to watch you guys perform. it was amazing.

everything went well in the end. the crowd was roaring and you caught a glimpse of seungmin taking pictures from the front row.

the pictures came out beautifully and you couldn’t be more happy with how everything turned out. there were no mistakes in the choreo and everyone seemed to love the performance. the night was going great.

after the curtains closed, you and the boys went back to the green room where the rest of you friends were waiting for you with gifts. flowers, candy, stuffed animals. they wanted to congratulate you.

“you guys did so well oh my god!” sage screamed as soon as you stepped through the door.

“thank you, couldn’t have done it without your guys’ help and support tonight.”

everyone ended up engulfed into a sweaty group hug.

“hey, y/n. can i talk to you in the hall for a second?” chan asked, his hands behind his back

“i- yeah, of course.” you smiled

everyone else in the room shared a look of confusion, but they were all as equally intrigued. as well as nosey.

chan cleared his throat before speaking, “so…”

“so…” you repeated

“um, what i brought you out here to say was that you did really amazing out there and you looked amazing and… let me shut up.” he laughed at the end, embarrassed by his rambling.

“anyways, these are for you.” he smiled hard, showing off the dimples in his chin

he brought his arms from behind his back in front of you and revealed a bouquet of your favorite flowers. one of many things he knew well about you.

“well, thank you channie. i really appreciate that. and the flowers are beautiful, thank you.” you carefully take them out of his hands.

“of course, i’m glad everything went well. and again, you looked gorgeous tonight, y/n.”

you could feel your face start to flush, heat rising to your cheeks as he complimented you.

“channie…. stop it!” you playfully hit him in his chest, embarrassed now that your best friend, your crush thought you looked pretty.

“what? i’m being serious! can i not tell my bestie how pretty she looks? aren’t i supposed to do that? actually, i think it’s somewhere in the bestie rules, you know.” he raised an eyebrow, still showing off his dimples as he playfully smiled at you.

he always knew how to pull at your heart strings. always knowing the right words to say like before. and like now, how he’s making you blush and kick your feet at him. he’s so… insufferable.

“i hate you.” you huff

“no, no you don’t. and that’s why you put up with me.” he replied in a sing-song tone

“but let’s get back in there before they all start getting suspicious or something.” he laughs, tugging at your sleeve to pull you back into the room.

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walking back into the room, all eyes were on you and chan. your friends all giving you a spill the tea kind of look so chan decides to break the silence.

“what? i wanted to congratulate y/n.”

“her but not us?!” hyunjin and minho both dramatically gasp

“shut up.” chan rolled his eyes, yet silently laughed

“we should grab something to eat to celebrate!” changbin interrupts.

“good idea, let’s go.” sage says, grabbing one of your arms and walking out of the room. jenni and felix quickly following suit.

“bitch, spill right now.” jenni says once you’re all out of earshot of the other boys.

“so…”

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The Third Musketeer

Chapter 5

A/N I did a mini poll to decide whether or not to continue after the last chapter or redo it and leave out the *cough* events between Stiles and reader. I didn’t have many responses but most people voted for me to continue! So here’s the next chapter! Hope you all enjoy and please reblog and even give me feedback if you’re feeling extra nice! Thank you! Not fully proofread btw…

Someone had been murdered. Again. And guess who was at the crime scene? Jackson and Lydia. God, it’s like no-one can escape this. 

Stiles called me up last night to tell me about it, it wasn’t good, and Jackson was angry. So angry he started yelling at Stiles’ dad. 

I try to forget about everything as I walk into school, taking a deep breath and step inside. Just, focus on school, that’s what’s important right now. Don’t make things worse by letting your grades go down.

After my first class, Stiles came running up to find me, “Scott needs to do something.” He leans agains my locker. 

“I know.”

“Lydia’s not been in today.” He looks me up and down slightly. I press my back against the locker next to him. 

“I know.” 

“Someone should probably go to her house and see if she’s ok.”

“I know.” I nod, looking at him.

“I-is it ok if I go and check on her?”

“Yeah of course, I’m not your keeper, you don’t need my permission.” I chuckle slightly. 

“Yeah- yeah I know but, you know, I don’t want you to be upset or anything.” 

“And why would it upset me?” I ask, knowing the answer. 

“Y/n you know what I’m talking about stop making this hard.” He groans. I chuckle. 

“Stiles, we said we weren’t going to do anything about you know what. You’re allowed to do what you want.”

“I just, I just want you to be happy.” He mumbles and looks down to the floor. I turn to face him and bring a hand up to hold his cheek to move him to look at me. 

“Stiles I am.” I say, searching his eyes. Trying to figure out what this is really about. He shakes his head.

“No. You’re not happy. You’re not even ok. And who can blame you?! Everything’s going wrong right now! And I can’t even be in a relationship with you! I can’t support you the way I want to.” Now I bring my other hand to his face. 

“You’re right. I’m not happy. But I’m still here and I’m coping. And I know that you want to do more, and that’s why I fell for you, but right now I can’t be your priority. Your best friend is a werewolf. And there is an alpha running around murdering people. I can wait. You’re batman remember?” That brings a little smile to his face, “I can’t let Gotham fall because I stole their hero now, can I?” 

He searches my eyes for a moment before tugging me into a tight hug. I hug him back, pouring as much emotion as I can into it. He pulls away and this time it’s his turn to hold my face, it has my stomach doing flips. “You’re amazing you know that? God, how did I get so lucky?” He smiles wide at me, then he brings his face closer to mine and it feels like he’s staring into my soul. “Your batman is going to save Gotham faster than you can blink, and then, catwoman,” he winks, “I’m going to come and save you. I’m not going anywhere.” I smile at him. 

“Thank you.” I mouth to him and I lean my body forwards slightly. He kisses my forehead and brings me into another hug. 

“Can you come with me?” He asks, and of course, I give him a nod. 

“Honey there’s a Stiles and y/n here to see you.” Lydia’s mom says as she walks into Lydia’s room. Lydia’s lying on the bed picking at her nails. 

“What hell is a Stiles?” She asks. I try not to chuckle. 

“She took a little something to ease her nerves,” her mom nervously tells us, “you can go in.” 

“Thanks.” Me and Stiles say stepping inside the room. I decide to let Stiles take the lead on this one since it was his idea. Lydia turns to face us and I see the lack of appropriate clothes get revealed. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“W-we were just making sure you’re ok.”she hums, looking at us both. 

“Why?” She pats the bed and Stiles glances at me, I give him a slight nod and he sits in the gap she just made. 

“Because I was worried about you today. How are you feeling?” He asks. I smile at how caring he is. Lydia moves and squeezes Stiles’ bicep before sitting up. 

“I feel fantastic.” She brings her face super close to Stiles’ and I can’t help but feel a little uncomfortable. 

Just as I’m about to say something, Stiles reaches over to Lydia’s bedside table and picks up her pills. He chuckles when he reads the label, “I bet you can’t say ‘I saw Suzy sitting in a shoeshine shop’ 10 times fast.” 

“I saw shuzy- err- I shaw-“ she stares at Stiles and gets a horrible look on her face as he puts the pills down. Then she leans down and stares at the wall, “I saw…” ok… this feels important. 

“What? Lydia what did you see?” Stiles asks and I move closer. 

“Something.” She says, and I can tell she seems to be holding back. 

“Something like… like a mountain lion?” I suggest. 

“A mountain lion.” She smiles slightly, dazed. 

“Are you sure you saw a mountain lion or are you just saying that because that’s what the police told you?” 

“A mountain lion.” She says as if reassuring someone, though I suspect the someone is herself. 

Stiles takes the stuffed giraffe toy off her desk and holds it up to her. “What’s this?” 

“A mountain lion.” She says, now seeming sure of herself. 

“Okay…” Stiles mutters then turns to me, “She is so high.” Just as he says that Lydia slumps onto his leg looking like she’s asleep. 

“Oh god.” I mutter, rubbing my head. 

“Well we’re gonna go.” Stiles declares after a few minutes of us glancing between each other and Lydia. “Leave you to the whole post traumatic stress thing.” He gets up and we walk out the room, just as I’m about to close the door Lydia’s phone rings. 

“Um, want me to get that Lyds?” I ask, the first thing I’ve said to her today. She doesn’t respond so I walk over to make sure it’s nothing important for her. I open her phone and see that it’s a text, but before I can try to open it, a video on her phone starts playing. A video of what looks like, the alpha wolf. “Oh my god… Stiles look at this!” He rushes over, having heard my urgency and he watches the video. Oh god, Lydia really did see it. What do we do now? This could endanger her further. Stiles looks like he’s having the same thoughts. 

We quickly head back to Stiles’ house and try to get hold of Scott. Stiles calls him but it goes straight to voicemail, what is he doing? “Hey, it’s me again.” Stiles starts. “Look, I found something and I don’t know what to do okay?” His voice breaks a little and it makes my heart hurt. “So if you could turn your phone on,” he sounds a little more frustrated now, “right now, that’d be great. Or else, I’ll kill you, you understand me? I’m gonna kill you. We both will! And I’m too upset to come up with a witty description about hoe exactly I’m gonna kill you, but I’m just gonna do it okay? I’m gonna… ugh! Goodbye!” He hangs up and drops his phone on his bed, 

He groans and sighs, sitting backwards on his desk chair and putting his head against his arms. I come up behind him and rub his shoulders a little. I’m about to say something before Noah knocks on the door making both of us jump.

“Please tell me I’m gonna hear good news at this parent-teacher thing tonight.” Oh god I forgot that was tonight. 

“Depends on how you define good news.” Stiles responds, seemingly avoiding looking at me. 

“I define it as you getting straight A’s with no behavioural issues.” 

“You might wanna rethink that definition.” Stiles says, trying to be humorous, but I can hear the disappointment. 

“Enough said.” Noah says, sparing me a quick smile before walking off. 

Stiles sighs sadly and looks down at his desk. I bring my hands back up to his shoulders, squeezing them reassuringly. “It’s okay Stiles, you’ve got a lot going on.” He sighs and nods, bring one of his hands up to mine and squeezing it before bringing it forward to place a quick but gentle kiss to my palm. I’m glad he can’t see my face because I must look like an idiot. 

“Ugh! Scott better get back from whatever it is he’s doing soon or I really am gonna kill him.” I chuckle leaning down so my chin is resting on his head. “No arguments from me there.” I respond, making him chuckle a little too. 

We stay like that quietly for a little bit. Eventually Stiles grabs the phone again and wordlessly deletes the video from Lydia’s phone. I agree with his decision so I don’t say anything to him. 

Soon I head to the student-teacher conference, I meet my mum and tell her I haven’t seen Scott all day. She calls him but as predicted he doesn’t pick up. She quickly gives up and heads inside telling me to tell him where she is when he arrives. 

I see Allison’s car pull up and I look inside to see Scott and suddenly it all clicks as to where he’s been. Just as I’m about to storm over to him, my mum storms out the door, clearly trying to contact him, sounding angry. Scott ducks below the dashboard and I decide that I won’t snitch right now, but he owes me. 

My mum spots Allison’s parents coming out the door and we overhear them trying to get in contact with her too. She goes over to speak to them and just before their discussion gets heated, Allison and Scott get out of the car. 

We all storm over to them and our mum starts asking where he’s been. Just as Allison’s dad tells her to get in the car to go home, we hear some kind of scream. We all run over to see what’s happening. 

People are running around and screaming everywhere, running to their cars and panicking. But I can’t see why. I hear some kind of growling and try to figure out what’s making the noise, through all the panic and cars suddenly pulling out, I separate from Scott. Suddenly I’m about 3 feet from Noah who’s trying to get people out. 

A car suddenly pulls out as he walks behind it, pushing him over. I quickly run over to him checking on him. “I’m alright, I’m alright.” He reassures and I kneel down next to him.

“Are you sure? That looked painful.” I ask, looking over to make sure. 

He pulls a gun out of a holster attached to his calf and just as he tried to get his bearings, we hear 2 gunshots. We both look over to see Allison’s dad lowering his gun. 

Everyone gathers around whatever he shot while I stay with Noah to try and help. I hear a few people mutter out the words ‘mountain lion’ and it surprises me but I have other priorities.

God Stiles is going to be upset when he hears about this. 

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you writers need to deflate your egos when it comes to interactions. getting mad about likes ain't it. some of us can't read immediately, and we like things to save them. this isn't us being lazy or inconsiderate, either, it's just how it is, sometimes.

hello, anon!

i see you are coming from a place of frustration, and i feel for you. i really do. but i might be the wrong person to be your punching bag over this, and i am honestly a little bummed out that you chose me to yell at anonymously over the validity of likes.

i have been pro likes since the beginning and remain pro likes. see exhibit a where i discussed this very topic, months ago.

here is the meat of that post, in case you don't feel like clicking thru:

as someone who values feedback and conversation, comments and reblogs will always be extremely meaningful and appreciated. it helps me know how you - my readers - feel, it helps spread the content to other potential readers, and it makes this feel like a community. on this site, reblogs are really the best way to spread content. that being said, i value the likes, as well. each and every like puts a smile on my face. if all you have to offer, as a reader, is a like, i will cherish it. i really don't want to see anyone feeling guilty because they are unsure that what they are doing is enough. yes, please talk to me if you are comfortable. yes, please share the content if you are comfortable. but if you only give a story a like, i will still be happy. i don't take any single interaction on this site for granted. likes may be less helpful in the long run, but they are still likes. and this is not to undermine any of the feelings and opinions of other writers that may be different than mine. we all want to be validated and cherished and we are not all going to feel the exact same way about things. i think that as writers, we also need to do more to support our writer friends, and that is something i am going to try to be better at, even when i do not have the time to read.

i know that not all of my readers have time to drop everything and read. i also acknowledge that not all of them are comfortable with leaving comments, and i respect that. it's not my business why, but i know that there are myriad reasons as to why. of course, i want and value comments and reblogs, but i don't take likes for granted. the end. please, let this be the end.

see the above post for a more nuanced explanation if you are still not clear on my feelings on the matter.

are likes useless in terms of exposure? yes. do i still love each one? yes. i'm not someone who gets exposure in the first place; i would have hardly any notes if not for likes. and while i recognize that the solution to this problem is to encourage reblogs, i still can't bring myself to treat any of this as if it is transactional. and i apologize to other creators if this mindset is frustrating.

and all of this being said, other writers do not feel the same way i do, and that is their business. going around and yelling at people like this also ain't it, tho. we still work hard and deserve love for what we do. i'm sorry if writers haven't acknowledged and understood that you're liking to bookmark, or whatever the case may be. we are literally all out here just trying to live our lives the best we can, ok?

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Introducing Nishiki’s parents

excerpts from Happy Miraculous Dream Job! read at your own risk.

[kadokura and sagawa are meeting and sagawa gives kadokura an important fax]

Eagerly Kadokura leapt to his feet and snatched the paper, eyes greedily scanning the document.

“…Anyway,” Sagawa said, eyeing Kadokura, “I don’t know why your optometrist results are so important that you have to get them faxed directly here, but I’m glad you’re having fun.”

“They’re not my exam results,” Kadokura replied, still drinking in the readings. “They’re - oh, fuck yes, he’s got perfect acuity!”

“Ah, I see. You’ve got a new toy. Well, for his sake I hope he gets nicer treatment than the last one.”

Kadokura laughed. “He’s not that kind of toy,” he said. “I’m trying to recruit him to work for us.”

“Who’s ‘us’?”

“Uh, maybe Kitakata. I’d say he’d fit in with the Jingweon, but I don’t think he’s suited to that kind of commitment. But it doesn’t really matter. I just need to get this man killing people! Aughh!” Kadokura knew he sounded like an over enthusiastic dad, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Okay, then,” Sagawa said. “I could use a good hitman around here, you know. Why not send this guy to Osaka?”

“Mm,” Kadokura said vaguely, still scanning the paper. “He’s from Hokkaido. Lived in the Sapporo area his whole life as far as I can tell. And he seems skittish of change. I don’t want to force him to totally uproot. Might tank the whole operation.”

“If he’s as good as you say, he’ll be wasted with Kitakata.” Sagawa got out a cigarette and lit it.

“I know, I know. I’m not going to advise him to initiate into the Family. I just want him loosely affiliated with K so he’s got that sense of continuity.”

Sagawa tilted back his head and blew out smoke. “Okay,” he said. “Your toy, your call. Can we talk business now?”

Tucking the precious optometrist report into his briefcase, Kadokura sat back.

But he bounced his leg. “Ha,” he said. “If you wanted to talk business you shouldn’t have told me the fax came in. I’m all - riled up.” He laughed breathlessly.

“Great,” Sagawa said sarcastically, stubbing out his cigarette on the ashtray between them though he’d only taken a few drags. “Anything I can do to get things back to normal? Throw cold water on you? Set you loose in the direction of some cheap whores nobody will miss?”

“I don’t have time for that,” Kadokura scoffed. “Ah, look, let’s just - what did you want to talk about, anyway?” He crossed one leg over the other, but his foot kept jiggling. Whatever. It wasn’t going to hurt Sagawa.

“My kyodai’s made a few pointed complaints lately. He said the last [...] “Ah, yeah.” Kadokura unfolded his legs again and sat forward and pulled out his S&W M58.

Sagawa looked on distastefully. “Can you not do that around me?”

“Why?”

“Because I get nervous you’re going to suddenly shoot me.”

“I wouldn’t suddenly shoot you,” Kadokura replied, starting to disassemble the handgun and dropping bullets on the table. “Besides, I can’t shoot anyone right now. See?” He held up the guide rod and twirled it around.

“Kadokura, you are a fucking menace. Shall we postpone? I don’t have time for your games right now and I don’t want to end up like Nishikiyama.”

Kadokura pouted. He lined the slide up on the table beside the guide rod, the barrel, and the bullets. “Nishikiyama’s fine,” he said. “And he deserved it. Wiped that fucking smirk off his face for once.” With a conscious effort to calm himself, Kadokura planted both palms on the table and leaned forwards. “Okay. Okay. Sorry. What is it?”

“I want a new shipment. There’s been a lot of unrest on the south edge and I’m apprehensive about the Family’s current stock.”

“Sure, yeah, I can arrange something under the table. Same combo as last time good?”

“Yes, that would be fine.”

“Great. Deposit 5 mil in my account and I’ll get them sent direct to the warehouse.”

“5 mil?! Last time it was 4.”

Kadokura looked at Sagawa sidelong. “The economy’s not doing so well,” Kadokura said. “There’s inflation.”

“Bullshit!” Sagawa said. “Do me 4 and a half, Kadokura.”

“5 mil and I’ll throw in an anti-aircraft gun.” Kadokura flashed a grin.

“A - I do not want an anti-aircraft gun! I just want-“

“Fine, fine. 4 mil, same as last time. But procure me someone you think I’d like.”

  “Hmph. Any preferences?”

“Surprise me,” Kadokura said vaguely. “Uh, and I’m not necessarily in the mood lately, so whoever you decide on, just keep tabs on them, yeah? Maybe send me a file. No need to do the whole, like, bound-and-gagged-in-a-trunk thing.”

“Gotcha,” Sagawa said. “Whatever you say, you sick motherfucker.” [more plot with Sato] Kadokura had just settled down on the couch when finally the door opened and in came his next appointment.

Kadokura looked up at her with his best flat gaze. “Nishikiyama Kikyo-san,” he said. “To what to I owe the pleasure?”

Kikyo was one of those women who was beautiful in a doll-like way: head almost too big on a thin, delicate neck; jet-black hair high on her head in a sleek updo; lips and nails painted in perfect blood red today. She was small; when she stood in high heels beside her husband, she was still a foot shorter than he was. One of her wrists was encircled by a fine gold bracelet. Her wrists were tiny. It always made Kadokura think of her husband. His wrists were rather delicate as well. Likely no one would agree - there was a lot of competition - but Kadokura privately thought that Nishikiyama’s wrists were his best feature. Kadokura sometimes stared at them, watched the way the tendons and carpal bones moved subtly as Nishikiyama made those elegant, studied motions, making his shirt cuff shift just enough to show an extra sliver of the blue-green veins below the heel of his hand. The things Kadokura could do with wrists like that. It didn’t bear thinking about.

“Kadokura-san,” Kikyo said with dignity. “I appreciate your taking the time to meet with us.”

Kadokura forced his attention back to the present. Us? Holding Kikyo’s hand was a little boy.

“Wow,” Kadokura said. “Handsome kid. He really looks like his father. Similar haircut and everything. That’s a bit creepy, actually.”

“Akira-kun venerates his father very much. Akira-kun, let’s sit.” She sat down opposite Kadokura, on the other couch, and the kid climbed onto her lap.

Kadokura leaned back and watched them through half-lidded eyes. “Im surprised that you’ve come out to see me,” he said. “I’m a busy man, you know.”

“We heard you were in Tokyo and we didn’t want to miss the opportunity.”

Kadokura raised an eyebrow. “Okay. Bold choice.”

Kikyo shook her head sharply, almost as though to clear her head. “Kadokura-san, I wanted-“

“Oh, wait, does your kid want a-“ Kadokura swivelled around to rifle in a drawer behind him. After a second he emerged triumphant, holding aloft a red lollipop. He held it out to Akira, who took it.

“Thank Kadokura-san, Akira-kun,” Kikyo ordered.

“Thank you, Kadokura-san,” Akira said.

“Akira-kun,” she added before Kadokura could respond, “Never eat anything Kadokura-san gives you.”

“Oh… yes, mom.”

Kadokura let out an incredulous laugh as Akira pocketed the lollypop instead of opening it. “Obedient kid,” Kadokura remarked. “He’s like an accessory.”

“He’s very well-behaved,” Kikyo agreed, adjusting him on her leg.

“Yeah, I can see that. So. Let’s get right to business. What exactly are you doing here? Talk fast and I’ll listen generously.”

Kikyo nodded as though composing herself before she spoke. “I’m only here to talk. You’re a shrewd businessman, and there’s no doubt that in the long term you’ll always make the right decision when it comes to… shifting balances of power.” She paused.

Watching her wordlessly, Kadokura refused to respond.

“Your choices in the past have always put you on top,” she continued after an uncomfortable thirty seconds during which it became clear he wasn’t going to answer. “I’d like to talk about what choices you might be able to make soon that would be… mutually beneficial.”

Kadokura sat up straighter. “Wait, let me get this right. Nishikiyama fails to get me on board for his little plan, so he sends me his wife… and son?”

“My husband admires you very much, and he’s eager to have you as a friend in the coming years,” Kikyo said with equanimity. “He doesn’t harbour any ill will after your previous meeting.” Her perfectly manicured hands, clasped around Akira, didn’t even tighten. She was a damn good actor. Or she was really as crazy as Nishikiyama was.

“Pity,” Kadokura said. He pulled out his portable screwdriver and started chewing on the end. “Would he harbour ill will if I shot him in his pretty face this time?”

Kikyo blinked, and Akira showed fear, and for the first time Kikyo looked tired as she put a hand on Akira’s shoulder, silently urging him not to react. But she only looked tired for a second before the mask went back up. “Kadokura-san,” she said, “It’s not clear to me what your problem is with my husband. Perhaps we could discuss it?” She paused. “I could send Akira-kun away, if you prefer.”

“Huh? No way! It’s always better when the kid is watching!” Kadokura grinned broadly, watching Kikyo’s face closely for any flinch, but she was carven in marble. Impressive.

“Truly,” she said, voice low, “Your support would be most appreciated. I cannot fathom why you-“

“Your husband annoys the shinola out of me, lady, okay? That’s it. He’s just annoying. With his perfect body and his perfect hair and his pretty face. And he wants to succeed as a yakuza, but he’s still acting like a host. He’s all offense, no defence. You can take the shot in the shoulder as a friendly warning - the moment someone decides Nishikyama’s getting too influential, he’s going to get plugged in the head and the house of cards he built by sleeping around is going to be a fleeting memory. That kind of alliance doesn’t hold up after the body goes cold.” Kadokura stowed his screwdriver back in his jacket pocket.

“What’s he taking about?” Akira asked shrilly. He was on the verge of tears. “Why is he saying bad things about dad?”

“Shh,” Kikyo said, stroking Akira’s cheek. She picked him up, though Kadokura wouldn’t have guessed her thin arms had the strength. And to Kadokura: “It seems you aren’t in the mood for this conversation. Perhaps we can reconvene at another time.” She glanced at the clock. “In any case, I ought to go pick up Akira’s younger sister. She’s-“

“Just casually mention your daughter,” Kadokura says, leaning way back and folding his hands behind his head. “Real classy. Look, can I offer you some free advice?”

“No, thank you,” Kikyo said quickly. “My husband is still recovering from the ‘friendly warning’ you gave him, so I think I shall wait until he’s better to take my chances with your ‘advice.’” And with that, she headed across the room and left.

After a second Kadokura let out a breath, and ran a hand through his hair. He collapsed back onto the couch.

[sato visits the tojo clan chairman and someone comes out of the office]

It was fucking Nishikiyama.

When he saw Kadokura, Nishikiyama’s eyes flickered with shock and fear before he composed his face into a collected smile. “Kadokura-san,” he said. “What a surprise.”

“Likewise. I see you’re out of the hospital…” Kadokura gave Nishikiyama a quick once-over. He looked the same as ever. Unbearably pretty. Unbearably tall and thin. Bastard.

He was wearing a suit in a very pale bluish-purple color, and a teal paisley shirt, and - as always - no tie. His face was difficult to describe because he really was pretty, pretty in just the same way that a girl was pretty, but somehow he looked manly, too. It was the shapely lips, the flat, dark gaze, the sharp cut of his jaw. Halfway between a host’s beauty and an action hero’s. For that, too, in addition to his height, he’d stood out among his colleagues when he worked at the club. Nishikiyama drove people insane. It was what he did. He’d made a career of it. Top host at the first club he’d ever worked at within weeks, then at Halo, then at Paris for a whole decade. Now - and he must have been forty, though he didn’t look a day over thirty-five, and that was when you were close enough to see the barest hint of creases at the corners of his mouth - now he was retired, and still doing the same damn thing. Leaving a crowd of googoo-eyed worshippers trailing twisted and broken in his wake. He could change minds and hearts with a mere smile, a laugh, a light touch on the elbow, but he didn’t have emotions. He didn’t have thoughts. He was like a shark; he just blindly swam through the darkness, seeking after power.

His hair, brown, was down to his shoulders. Same as always. It looked very silky. Kadokura wanted either to bury his face in it or rip it out of the skull by the roots. Maybe both.

Nishikiyama fiddled with his cufflink, as though showing off the delicate bones of his wrist on purpose. “Yes, I was discharged from the hospital over a week ago now. I’m pleased to say I’m almost perfectly recovered.”

“Thank god for the ‘almost’!” Kadokura said brightly.

“Kikyo told me about your visit. She’s fond of you, you know. She talked about having you over for dinner-“

“Let me stop you right there,” Kadokura interrupted impatiently. “I don’t want to fuck you. I don’t want to fuck your wife. I don’t want to fuck your kids. I don’t want to watch you fuck your wife or your kids or whatever it is you think I’d be into. I don’t want anything to do with you.”

Nishikiyama’s eyes fluttered as he looked down. “…You’re a vulgar man, Kadokura-san,” he said.

“I’m an honest man,” Kadokura corrected. “No beating around the bush with me! Well, anyway, I’m not here to see you, I’m here to see the chairman. So-“ Kadokura tried to brush past, but Nishikiyama shifted slightly to block Kadokura from passing through, a minute dodge to the right and to the left and back to the right. Nishikiyama laughed lightly, maybe a little uncomfortable, a perfect imitation of a normal reaction to have when people fail to get out of one another’s way in the hallway by accident.

Nishikiyama made a thin-lipped smile as he blocked the way. “Ah, I think the chairman will want a few minutes to collect himself before seeing you.”

Kadokura huffed and crossed his arms. Nishikiyama was such a smug bastard.

“Kadokura-san, I might mention while we’re here that I’ve spoken to Ueno-san and he may be interested in switching his contract over to you.”

“Who?”

Nishikiyama frowned. “From the Ueno Seiwa clan.”

“Oh, them.” Kadokura made a show of looking at his watch. “I don’t really care about having their business. That’s the best you could do to sweeten the deal? Aside from, I mean, pimping out your wife and kids or whatever.”

Nishikiyama bit his lip. “You’re a bit depraved, aren’t you? Do you always make such accusations?”

“No. Only when I’m being harassed with propositions to which I’ve made it clear my answer is no.”

“Be reasonable,” Nishikiyama insisted, voice low. “We needn’t be friends, but can’t we get along?”

Without thinking, Kadokura pulled out his gun and cocked it, pressing the barrel into Nishikiyama’s shoulder. Same spot as before. Nishikiyama flinched and reeled back, but the door to the chairman’s office was in the way and his heels thumped against it.

He recovered fast. “Kadokura-san,” he said, tilting his head to one side, gaze dark and curious, “How forward of you.”

“Tch!” Kadokura uncocked the gun. The irrepressible pervert here just wouldn’t quit. Kadokura longer to give Nishikiyama what’s for, but he was still standing right in front of the chairman’s door. Even Kadokura had to be wary of blowing a hole in that.

Nishikiyama slipped out and around Kadokura’s lowered arm, forcing Kadokura to turn around.

“I’ll be at the New Year’s party,” Nishikiyama said softly. “Are you planning on attending, since you’re in town?”

Kadokura cursed inwardly. “Probably,” he admitted. “But you’ll have bigger fish to fry there, right?”

“Probably,” Nishikiyama agreed.

“Alright, then.” Kadokura gestured with the gun. “Get a move on, beautiful.”

He was rewarded with a suggestive smile, and then Nishikiyama turned and left, leaving behind only - a waft of what must be the scent of his shampoo. Something sweet and cinnamon. Kadokura scowled, willing his heart rate to return to normal.

“You should be careful, hanging around yakuza,” he yelled after Nishikiyama. “You’re going to have crooked habits rub off on you! Now don’t get attacked by dogs on your way out!”

After a few minutes the chairman’s door opened and a y

[at the party]

A flash of movement across the room caught Kadokura’s eye, and - oh no. On one of the couches by the big picture window, Nishikiyama was sitting, a glass of champagne in his hand and a riveting smile on his face.

He had the kind of body where he didn’t need to show it off; he often wore his suit jackets relatively loose and long. He still looked skinny that way. But tonight he wore no jacket, just a dark grey vest and shirtsleeves. His shirt was pearly white satin and had a long point collar, and it was unbuttoned three buttons down, showing off his clavicle and the straight line between the planes of flat muscle in his chest. The vest was some kind of ontological paradox: it was so well fitted to the curves of Nishikiyama’s ribcage and the narrowness of his waist that it might have been painted on; yet somehow it wasn’t even tight. Not a wrinkle or pull in sight. What the fuck. Kadokura might have to talk to Nishikiyama later, if only to get his tailor’s contact information.

Nishikiyama’s legs were folded elegantly one over the other at the knee, impossibly long, and he looked like a god damned commercial. As Kadokura watched, Nishikiyama laughed, all charm, his attention fixed on his interlocutor.

If Kadokura could bring himself to forget that it was all an act, he might be able to die happy if that gaze were ever turned on him.

Kadokura remembered to pay attention to who Nishikiyama was actually talking with. It was Nihara, the current retainer to the Chairman and - rumour had it - likely to succeed him if anything went awry. As Kadokura watched Nihara leaned forward and actually rested a hand on Nishikiyama’s knee, smiling in a way that he probably thought looked charming. Nishikiyama looked down modestly. His cheeks were very flushed.

As a waitress passed by, Nihara flagged her down and passed Nishikiyama a new glass of champagne and a piece of cake. Nishikiyama made a brief show of refusing both, and then conceded, smiling just a little goofily, as though he weren’t perfect. As though he were tipsy and shy and earnest.

Kadokura happened to know that Nishikiyama held his liquor like a pro. You didn’t survive nearly three decades of leches plying you with alcohol without developing a good tolerance. But Nishikiyama was also a pro at pretending to be drunk, which had likely served him just as well throughout the years, Kadokura remarked darkly. Nishikiyama used his little silver fork to take a little bite of the little piece of cake, his lips sliding over the icing on purpose. Kadokura wasn’t paying attention to that. Kadokura was looking at the way Nishikiyama’s wrist flexed just slightly as he gripped the fork. Sickening. He looked away.

[kadokura bothers dojima yayoi and others for awhile and gets burned]

For a minute he stood there, watching Lady Dojima trying her best not to laugh. This was awful. Kadokura had half a mind to break out his pistol and blow this person to kingdom come. He reached into his inner jacket pocket and-

Shit. Tojo Clan party. High security. No exceptions. He was here totally unarmed. Crestfallen, he retreated to the other side of the party, nabbing another flute of champagne on the way. He drained it, and made his way to that refuge of drunks and the heartbroken: the bathroom.

The bathroom had nice, soft yellow lighting that swayed invitingly. Or maybe it was Kadokura that was swaying. Not important either way. Someone was throwing up in the single stall. As Kadokura stood there, two lieutenants from a low-ranking family - Kadokura recognized their faces but not their names - pushed past him and started doing cocaine off the gold marble counter. Stay classy, Tojo Clan.

Kadokura was just going to head to the toilets when Nishikiyama came out of the stall, holding a piece of toilet paper to his mouth.

“Haa?” Kadokura said in incredulity. “You, getting sloppy drunk at a Clan function? Say it ain’t so!”

Swiftly Nishikiyama tossed the paper into the bin. “I’ve had a stomach bug since yesterday,” he said smoothly. “It’s not contagious, though.”

“Oh, an uncontagious stomach bug. That’s like a reverse bioweapon. You could save the world with that kinda tech.”

“I think you’re drunk,” said Nishikiyama.

“Wow, you’re not just a pretty face,” Kadokura said in annoyance. “Genius intellect hiding beyond those dead eyes.” He looked around. “Don’t you have a retainer to seduce?”

“Depends,” Nishikiyama said. “What are my prospects for seducing someone else?”

Kadokura reached for his inner breast pocket and Nishikiyama flinched.

“Well, let me know if you change your mind,” Nishikiyama said, actually scowling. It made him look more his age.

“Will do,” Kadokura promised. “Bye, now.”

Nishikiyama left.

Kadokura relieved himself. Then he splashed his face at the sink and did a line of coke with the low-ranking lieutenants.

He went back out into the party. There was confetti everywhere and the mood was decidedly more energetic. Everyone was holding a glass of champagne now, as though they were toasting Kadokura’s triumphant return to the party. The clock read 12:10. The night was still young. Kadokura felt great. He dove into the fray.

***

that’s all for now. stay tuned for nishikiyama kikyo POV on what happens with Nishikiyama after the party.

[hertzwritings]

She calls me daddy

A/N: I COMPLETELY forgot about this masterpiece of an idea from @staysluttymyfriends97​, and it would be an absolute crime to not post it. I don’t make the rules. Anyway, Frat-boy!Steve Rogers makes me feel all the good, and I enjoy a cocky Steve, soooooo….

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Pairing: Frat-Boy!Steve Rogers x female reader, Nerd!Bucky (mentioned)

Contains: Language, Steve Rogers being a cocky dick, mentions of purity rings, smut (MDNI), fingering, oral (m recieving), p in v, unprotected sex, cum-shot, praise-kink, slight daddy-kink, slight dumbification, slight degradation-kink

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 She calls me daddy

“Seriously, do you need me there, or are you just acting like you do? You know I have finals next week, and I’ve been prepp…” Bucky glared at you, and you closed your mouth with a snap. “Listen to me. You’ve been prepping for one exam for a full month, now. You’re stressed as hell, you’re jumpy like a cat, who’s been strapped to fireworks, and I miss you.” He pouted and you groaned. “Stop that! You know I can’t handle your puppy-face.” “Please, Y/N, please? I promise, it’s going to be fun as hell, you enjoyed yourself the last time you were there!”

Bucky wasn’t wrong. You had enjoyed yourself, maybe even a little too much. Actually, you had enjoyed yourself way too much the last time you went to his frat house. And you did not want to face the consequences of your own actions.

Your actions being Steve.

Who had quite the rumor of “virgin-collecting”, which fell just in line with what you were when you entered the frat house the first time and left behind as well. Fucking Steve. “I don’t know, Buck…” You glanced at your feet. “Doll, listen to me, you need to actually enjoy your college-life. Don’t stay in here all the time. You’re getting musty.” Your eyes snapped to him, and you glared. “I am not getting musty.” He raised an eyebrow and you looked around in your one-bedroom apartment, realizing just how much you had been focused on exams. You sighed. “One drink. And if Steve gets close to me, I’m literally whacking his stupid, blonde head off his shoulders.” “Don’t you think it’s…” “I don’t, actually.” Bucky sighed. “I don’t know what happened last time, and if you would just talk to me…” “Funnily enough, I don’t. Wait here, give me like… Thirty minutes to get ready. Max.” You didn’t wait for an answer, twirling on your heel to grab a black, strappy dress and your makeup, before slamming the bathroom-door behind you, trying to calm yourself and get ready at the same time. One drink. One.

  The frat house was packed when you arrived with Bucky next to you – he grinned toothily at you and led you inside, grabbing the first drink he could and handed it to you. “I’m going to try and find Sam!” He yelled over the bass. “I think Wanda and Nat is around here somewhere.” You nodded. “I’ll find them!” You yelled back. The music was full of heavy bass – which meant that either Vis or Tony had gotten a hold of the music, because it was currently playing Such a Whore, which you found extremely fitting, when you spotted Steve grinding against a sweating blonde, gyrating his hips. You scoffed and scanned the room, drinking your drink – it tasted vaguely of tequila – and finally spotted the two red-heads huddled in a corner.

“Nat! Wanda!” You yelled at them, and they looked up with wide smiles. “Oh my god, Y/N! I didn’t think I’d ever see you here, especially during exam-prep!” You shrugged and hugged Wanda, who beamed at you. Natasha tipped her red solo-cup at you. “Looking good, babes.” You smiled. “You shouldn’t be talking, look at you!” Nat shrugged with a pleased smile on her lips. She did look fucking fantastic, wearing black leather-pants and a tight tank-top in a blood-red color. “I have to tell you about this thing Vis did the other day!” Wanda pulled you to a chair, and began talking your ear off. You didn’t really pay attention to her, because Steve’s eyes were trained on you, while the blonde girl grinded against him, his face resting in a confused expression. You looked away from his blue eyes and re-entered the conversation. “…. I know, but it’s true! I haven’t seen Steve without somebody in his room in forever, and he’s been like… Almost…” Nat frowned and downed the rest of her drink. Of course, you would join back into the conversation with Steve headlining. “I don’t know, he's been demure, almost. It’s weird.” She pointed to your drink, which you swallowed quickly. “Yes, please.” She grabbed both you and Wanda’s cups before walking back to the kitchen, her hips swaying. It was like watching the red sea parting for her. “What’s up with Steve?” You asked, trying to sound overwhelmingly uninterested. Wanda lifted her eyebrows. “Did Bucky not tell you?” You shook your head. “He’s been very busy with Joaquin.” You nodded to where Bucky was currently tongue-deep into his boyfriend’s throat. “Holy… Wow, I did not need to see that.” Wanda laughed. “Well, it’s a little bit of a mystery, really. So, a few months ago, at the Halloween-party, remember that?” Vividly. You even lost your purity-ring somewhere in Steve’s room – not that it should matter, because the promise behind it didn’t anymore, but it was sentimental. You had gotten used to wearing it and felt naked without it. “Anyway, Steve went to his room at some point with a girl wearing this awesome Christine, you know from the phantom of the opera?” You nodded. Thank God, you had worn a mask. “Well, she wore that costume and a mask, and they went to his room, right? Well, she had disappeared in the morning, and Steve has been stone-cold girl-sober ever since. It’s been almost three months, but he keeps saying that it’s not that interesting anymore or something like that.” She glanced at him, and you followed her eyes; Steve was still on the dancefloor, but looked wholly annoyed at the blonde, who was currently dry humping his leg. “Want to know the weirdest part, other than the fact that nobody knows who the mystery heartbreaker is?” You scoffed.   “He can’t be brokenhearted over a one-night stand.” She lifted her perfect eyebrow. “I beg to differ. He came down the next morning asking about her, and he was wearing this ring, and I think she might’ve left it behind. Like, Steve doesn’t do jewelry, right, but now? He wears that ring on his pinky at all times. It doesn’t fit him at all, so it’s like almost at the tip of his finger, but still. Never takes it off.” You were seething. Asshole. One thing was being another notch in his virginity-belt, but it was something else entirely to flaunt it to everyone.

Maybe nobody knew who you were right now, but it wouldn’t take much to figure out. “I’ll be right back, Wanda.” You said through gritted teeth and caught Steve’s eyes when you stood from your seat, nodding towards the back of the house, where you knew his room was. He cocked an eyebrow at you and nodded once, nearly indiscernible, and began whispering something to the blonde. You didn’t wait to see her reaction, but walked with fast feet to his room, and went inside.

The memories flooded you, as soon as his scent hit your nose; your moans echoed in your head, his tongue had imprinted itself on your body, and it made you shiver. You shouldn’t think about that right now, because you were angry and just wanted your damn ring back. You were pacing the room, when he came in.

“Hiya, sweets.” You glared at him with narrowed eyes. “Don’t sweets me. I want my ring back.” He glanced down at his hand and held it out in front of him with a smirk on his lips. “This ring?” You caught the silver shine of your ring on his pinky. He twisted it around and you huffed. “My ring, asshole. Do you really need proof that you fucked a virgin?” His eyebrows shot up. “That’s some hell of a mouth for a virgin.” You rolled your eyes and damned yourself to hell for your body’s reaction to his voice. You ignored the growing dampness in your underwear. “I was a virgin, not a fucking nun.” He chuckled darkly and you sucked in a sharp breath at the sound. “I didn’t want to be another notch, Steve, and I definitely don’t want to be a prized passion to remind yourself of your feat.” He twirled the ring again. “Who said you were a notch?” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. The music was loud but muted slightly through the door and you could feel the bass in your entire body. “Literally half the campus.” “And that’s believable?” “Yes.” You cocked a brow at him and extended your hand. “My ring, please.” “At least you know how to ask nicely.” He hummed for a moment. “What’s in it for me, Y/N?” “Oh, my God, are you fucking kidding me?” You threw your arms out in frustration. “You need something in return for something you stole?” He chuckled again and leaned against the door. “Sweetheart, I didn’t steal anything. You left it here, and finders keepers and all that.” You laughed mirthlessly. “You’re actually a real piece of shit, you know that captain?” You knew it would get a rise out of him to call him that. He hated it. “Stop that, you know I hate it.” “Give me my ring.” “I don’t think I will.” He twirled it again. “It’s a nice reminder of the girl, who seemingly had the best time of her life with me.” You scoffed. “You really think a lot of yourself, don’t you?” He tilted his head. “Do enlighten me.” He grinned again and you wanted to remove his dick and make him choke on it. “You…” You glowered. “I don’t want to talk to you for longer than necessary, so can I please, just have my fucking ring back?” “No.” “What the fuck, Steve?” “No, what the fuck, Y/N?” He pushed off the door and stalked to you, towering over you. Your breath hitched. “You left in the middle of the night…” “It was six in the morning, but okay…” He ignored you. “Didn’t leave a number, not even a fucking thank you Steven for the most mindblowing night of my life, and you come back here and act all pissy with me, because I wear a ring, I found in my bedroom? You’ve got some nerve, you brat.” “I’m not a fucking brat. You’re an asshole, and I really am not in the mood be here, much less entertain this conversation with you.” He smiled predatorily at you and bent his head a little. “What? You got scared, little girl? After I fucked you stupid, you got scared that I’d what, brag about it to everyone? Let everyone know what a good, little whore you were?” You gaped at him. The fucking nerve. “And you come back here, act like a spoiled brat, can’t even look at me, and think I’m just, what, going to hand the fucking ring back over?” He yanked it free from his finger, and you saw the faint outline of it on his thick finger. “Here, take it. It wasn’t something I kept to show off, just FYI.” He looked slightly pained now. “I kept it, because it was the only thing, I had to remind me of you.” You scoffed and took the ring from him, ignoring your heart thudding wildly against your ribs. “Fuck you, Steve. You knew you could ask Bucky, Joaquin, Sam, Wanda or Nat and they’d probably give you my number. You could’ve asked around. You didn’t care, and you still don’t, because you never do. That’s at least what your previous conquests have said. Loudly, I might add.” You said, pushing the ring back on your finger.

It was funny, it felt almost foreign on you now.

“Oh, shut the hell up. You’d rather listen to girls, who spent a night in here than stay behind to get to know me? You’re stupider than I thought I made you.” He laughed angrily, his eyes burning holes into you. “I wanted to get to know you, Y/N, and you disappeared because you were scared and confused, and instead of handling it like a big girl, you ran off.” He frowned. “And here I thought you were a smart girl, Y/N.” He stood to his full height and gestured to the door. Tears were burning in your eyes as you strode to the door. “I didn’t tell anyone, you know. Just for the record, I easily could’ve, but I didn’t.” “Oh, so because you had opportunity to tell and didn’t, you’re commendable?” You asked, your back turned to him. You hated to admit it, but it did make you feel a little more at ease. He groaned. “Jesus fucking Christ, I can’t say anything to you? You’re so damn defensive, it’s honestly heartbreaking.” “You’re a dick, Steve.” You turned to look at him and smiled at him with as much venom as you could. “Go find another hole to fill, you seem to do that very well.”

It was the wrong thing to say, because his eyes flared up and in a single stride, he was in front of you, pushing the door closed again and caged you with his arms. “Don’t you fucking try me, Y/N.” You glared at him. “I already did, thanks.” He growled and got close enough for you to feel the tip of his nose brush against yours. “You’re skating on thin ice, right now.” He glared at you, and you tried your best to not squirm, because his damn body this close to yours made you feel tingly. “Fuck you. I got what I wanted, so did you, clearly, so let’s leave it at that.” He didn’t like this. “Oh my God, Y/N!” he rolled his eyes. “You’ve got some fucking nerve, coming into my room and acting like I did you a disservice or some shit, because you decided to believe rumors.” His lips turned up in a dangerous smile and his eyes glinted. “You sure as hell didn’t have a problem with it at Halloween. My… Reputation.” You bit your lip. “Actually, you seemed pretty happy about the fucking reputation, because, and Ill quote you: That just means experience, which I need.” “Well…” “No, don’t try to get out of this one. In fact, I’m pretty sure that if I just slid my fingers down…” His fingers slid from the door to your waist, slowly sliding down to your absolute asshole of a pussy, who was – indeed – soaking through your underwear. He hissed when he felt it, and your hips bucked. “Hm. What do you have to say to that, Y/N?” you couldn’t say anything, not really, because his stupid fingers were rubbing circles on your clit through the damp fabric, and your brain was malfunctioning. “So quiet… Did I already make you so fucking dumb, huh? All you needed was my fingers?” You moaned when he pushed against your entrance through the fabric. “Tell me. You want this?” He asked, his lips grazing your neck. Fucking hell.

“Yes.” You mumbled. He snapped to face you again, pressing harder against you. “No, I need clear words, baby. Do you want this?” He asked again, now moving his fingers to the elastic of your panties, his fingers dipping inside. “Yes! Fuck, yes!” you said quickly, when his fingers found your clit. It was all he needed.

He growled and removed his fingers, lifted you from the ground and threw you back on his bed, before he descended hungrily on you. The kiss was angry and full of teeth and tongue, but fuck, it felt good. He groaned against you, pulling the elastic on your panties and letting it fall back with a snap. “Get these off.” You rolled your eyes but did it as soon as he stood up from the bed to remove his own clothing. You quickly removed your panties along with your dress, chest heaving, and your entire body shuddered at the look, he sent you. Steve climbed on the bed and kissed you again, his fingers finding their previous spot on your clit and dipping inside of you. You gasped at the intrusion, and your back arched, allowing him to catch your nipple with his lips. “Fuck, it feels good to have my fingers in you again, baby…” He moaned around your nipple and sped up. How on earth, he managed to coax you to near an orgasm already, you didn’t understand, but you were barely breathing, and your legs shook. “Come on, baby, tell me…” His teeth tugged on your nipple, and you mewled. “Am I who you think about when you’re alone in bed… Touching yourself, huh?” He sped up and curled his fingers. “Y-yes… shit, yes…” You moaned. All pretense of being unaffected by him or not thinking about him was long gone. “Good girl… You want to cum?” He asked, licking wet trails on your breast. “Please…” You breathed it out, and in the same moment, he stilled. “Earn it.” Fuck him. “Wh-what?” you gasped, his fingers still in you and a shit-eating grin on his lips. “Earn it, baby. Apologize.” He kissed you again. “Tell me what you’ve thought of me doing to you, when you’re all alone, touching yourself like this…” He moved his fingers slowly and stopped in the same second as a stuttering moan fell from your lips. “Fuck you.” You mumbled. “Later.” He grinned. “Come now, kitten, speak up.” You groaned and caught his eyes; he was enjoying it. “I’m… Oh…” He twitched his fingers. “I’m s-sorry!” You cried. He moved slowly now, steadily drawing you nearer the edge again. “I’ve… Fuck… I-I’ve thought of you fucking me…” You said, and despite your haze of lust, you still felt your cheeks heat up. “I’ve imagined you fucking me so hard, I couldn’t walk…” “Oh, atta girl.” He mumbled, fingers moving faster now. “But… I-I couldn’t make myself, fucking shit, m-make myself cu-um…” You moaned loudly again. “Because my fingers weren’t enough… Please, S-Steve, I just want to…” “You can cum, pretty girl.” He sped up and attacked your nipple again, and you came undone; his fingers moved so fast and perfectly against every spot, that made you see stars, you wouldn’t have been able to hold back, even if you tried. You screamed as you came, grabbing his bare shoulders roughly, crescent moons indented in his skin form your nails, as he fucked you through your orgasm. “Good girl, look at you… making a mess of me, aren’t you?” he chuckled. “Remember last time, baby?” You nodded and couldn’t help the smile on your lips. “Eager, huh? Come and get it, then.” He moved away from you and flopped down on his back, his large, veiny cock protruding from his body. You nearly drooled at the sight. “Make it nice and wet for me, baby…” He whispered. Yes, sir.

You slowly licked a long stripe along the underside of him, flattening your tongue as you reached a sensitive spot right under the head, and slowly sucked him into your mouth. He tensed up and hissed as you took more and more into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and allowed him deeper. When he hit the back of your throat, you bobbed your head slightly, getting a feel of him, your jaw already aching – he was big, but you were determined to impress. You knew you had some skill. You gagged around his length as you forced him deeper, spit drippling from your mouth to the bed, and he moaned, and his cock twitched in your throat. “Such a good fucking whore, huh, Y/N? Taking me so deeply… Shit…” He moaned again and your lips stretched into a smile around him, before you began moving for real this time – you picked up speed, now feeling pretty confident in the fact, that you weren’t going to throw up all over him, and he met your movements with small thrusts. “Baby… Fuck, you need to… ah… Baby girl, you n-need to stop, sweetheart… I don’t want to… Fuck…” his hand went to your hair and pulled you gently from his cock, and you let it go with a loud pop, his cock bouncing back against his stomach. “Did I do good, daddy?” you asked with wide eyes. “Oh, fuck, you’re dangerous, baby.” He grinned, and pulled you to his side, turning your back to him. “You think it’s wet enough for you?” You moaned as a response. “Do you think you’ve earned it, baby?” He whispered, his lips ghosting against your shoulder. I swear to everything that’s real, Steve, if you don’t…” You didn’t get to finish your sentence, because he pushed slowly inside of you. You gasped and hissed at the stretch, although it wasn’t unwelcome. When he bottomed out, you both sighed. “It’s like you were fucking made for me…” he mumbled, more to himself than to you. You moaned. “Move, Steve…” You gasped. “Baby, I gotta let you adjust, or…” “Don’t. Just… Fucking take me.” You moaned, grabbing the hand that rested on your hip and dragged it to your chest, letting his fingers tug on your nipple. He moved and began dragging his cock against your walls – spooning you, he managed to get even deeper than you could’ve imagined him being and you rolled your hips to meet him. It was intimate, and way more than you thought him to be, but he buried his face in the crook of your neck and sped up, fingers intertwining with yours over your breast. “You feel fucking amazing… Fuck, I’ve dreamt of being inside of you since Halloween…” He groaned and slammed his cock inside of you, working faster and faster. You were shaking around him, your walls pulsing and dragging him further in. “You’re taking me so well, baby…” That did you in. you came with a shout, your body tensing up and your legs shaking, while he fucked you deeply; it felt as if you had been lit on fire, but you didn’t mind it at all. It almost hurt, but you wanted more from him – it was addictive. “Fuck, Steve!” You shouted his name, and he moved his hand from your chest to your mouth, holding you tightly as he fucked you with ferocity. “Shh, baby, you don’t want anyone to hear you get fucked like… ah… Fuck, by me, do you?” Honestly? You couldn’t give a rat’s ass right now. You’d let your pastor hear you, for all you cared, because you wanted everyone to know that he did this to you. “Oh, you like that, don’t you? You want people to hear you get fucked…” He pushed further inside of you, and you saw stars, mewling at the pressure. His speed was stuttering, his grip over your mouth tightening. “Fucked by me, huh? That nice, little, pretty… fucking hell… Girl, getting fucking split open by my cock?” He moaned in your ear, and you were barely hanging on by your fingernails at this point. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to…” He groaned and sped up. “one more, baby, one more for me… I need you to cum for me… I need to feel it, baby, please…” His fingers left your mouth and traveled to your clit, where he began rubbing determined circles on it, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. “Ste-eve… Oh my god…” You whined and when he bit down on the sensitive skin at the juncture of your shoulder and neck, you lost control completely. You came with a shriek, your body tensing and toes curling, wetness gushing from you; your heart was thumping wildly in your chest, and the orgasm felt like it had shattered you, put you back together and tied you up with Steve.

“Fuck!” He grunted and pulled out of you, shooting hot spurts of cum on your hip and ass, painting you with white. You moaned at the feeling and his sweaty forehead fell back against your shoulder, as you both caught your breaths. “I’ll get you a towel, hang on.” “Mhm…” You didn’t have the capacity to answer, simply too blissed out. He left for what felt like a second with a damp towel and began cleaning you up. You turned to your back, when he threw the towel on the ground and settled next to you, drawing lazy circles on your stomach, goosebumps appearing, where his fingers traveled.

“You know, I, uh… I really didn’t want you to leave the last time.” He said slowly. You turned to face him and was surprised at the softness and shyness that graced his features. “I thought that was just your… M.O.” You replied, equally as soft. He shook his head and kissed your shoulder. “Maybe it used to be. I, uh, yeah… I’ve had a thing for you for a while.” He confessed. “What?” “Yeah. Ask Bucky, he’s about to explode with my Y/N this and Y/N that.” He chuckled. “I felt ridiculously lucky to have you in my bed that night, especially since it was a first for you… And when I woke up alone the next morning, I just… Yeah.” You could feel the disappointment seep from him and instantly felt guilty. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a thing for you, too, you know.” You smiled. “I… I was scared. Your reputation does exceed you, Steve. I was sure I was going to be another virgin, you’d added to the collection, and when I saw you wear my ring…” “It’s a purity ring, right?” He asked. You nodded and slowly removed it from your finger. The music from the party had changed to a slow How can you mend a broken heart by Al Green, which seemed fitting for the moment, and you slid the ring back on Steve’s pinky. “We can make it a promise ring instead.” “Oh?” He looked down at it with the softest eyes, you had ever seen. It was like you had given him the most precious thing on earth. “Mhm. A promise that I won’t run out on you again, and that I wasn’t just another piece to your collection.” “I’ve never even been with a virgin before you.” Your eyes widened. “But… Julia said…” “Julia Becker?” He laughed and cupped your face, kissing your nose. “She’s just angry I didn’t want her. I promise you, my reputation is literally just rumors. I don’t want or need anyone else.” You sighed – an invisible weight had been lifted from your shoulders, a weight, you didn’t even know you carried around. “So… You want to stay here?” He asked, kissing you again. “What about the party?” “Fuck the party. I honestly don’t give a shit about it. I’ve got you, right?” He asked earnestly. “Yeah, you got me.”

 When you came into the kitchen the next morning, wearing Steve’s t-shirt (that fit you sort of like a dress, that giant man) and your hand secured in his, both of you smiling like idiots, Bucky and Sam both gaped at you, before Bucky hit Sam on the arm.

“I told you it was Y/N!” “But… She has taste, Buck. Steve is not taste, Steve is… Unsalted peanuts.” Steve rolled his eyes. “Fuck you too, Sam. Anybody making coffee, or does my girl have to go without her morning dose of brain-juice?” You grinned. “Y/N, have you been brainwashed?” Bucky asked with a sly grin. “Shut the fuck up, Barnes.” Steve grunted, but you could feel the pride rolling off of Steve as he pulled you tightly. “Seriously, does he have something on you to force you into this? Is he calling you something that you don’t want to get out?” Bucky scrunched up his nose. “Because I literally can’t understand what you are doing with that jerk.” Steve shrugged and winked at you. “Well, she calls me daddy, so…”

You both laughed at the boys gagging.

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pairing: dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au

summary: alyssa argues with y/n. daemon argues with alyssa. it seems we are all fighting here. based on this ask by @green-lxght <3

warnings: really angst, family fight, a lot of sexism bc this is a medieval set, alyssa is a brat (because daemon is a brat), y/n is a good mom she doesn't deserve this, alyssa is 14 in this one.

author's note: my darling @chaosfae-writes gave me the idea that y/n should pull off an alicent and says something like "you are no daughter of mine", but i did the opposite 🥴 hope this still hurts lmao. this is divided in 3 parts otherwise it would be huge, i'm so sorry .

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You and Alyssa had a complicated relationship. You don't talk to each other to have a proper conversation like a parent and a child should always do.

You blamed yourself. Alyssa was a young lady now, she had her own thoughts and judgments, and had passed the age of bonding with her parents.

Daemon was the lucky one. An inseparable bond they shared, while you only had your boys.

You promised not to get it wrong with Viserra, and that she would see you in the same way Alyssa sees your husband.

Even though you thought it was too late to repair the damage, you would still invite Alyssa to evenings of tea and embroidery with you. It became your thing since your last pregnancy.

And she hated it. The princess was terrible with the needle, and you always seemed to be amused with the amount of times she could poke her finger with it.

And you couldn't deny that you did find funny how someone could be so clueless with a needle that big.

"You're doing it wrong, darling." You chuckled as she huffled, setting her disastrous embroidery on the table.

She looked at you, furious. How dare you be having fun at her failure!?

"I have always been doing it wrong! I can't do it at all! I shouldn't be sitting here, embroidering and drinking tea, like a little wife who has nothing better to do! My place is in the field, training, fighting, with a sword in my hand!"

You frowned, nervously chuckling this time. What has gotten into her?

"You are not sitting here like a little wife. You are sitting here like a lady, because that's what you are. That's what you were raised to be."

"I am blood of the Queen conqueror, Visenya Targaryen. I am a dragonrider, a warrior! I am a dragon, and I will not be told what to do anymore! Father supports me, and I will make uncle Viserys give me a place at the Kingsguard."

You couldn't believe your own ears. The audacity your daughter had was completely blindsided by the fact that your husband supported that idea, and had never mentioned it to you.

To be part of the Kingsguard. To be a knight, to never marry, to have no family. Your only duty is to have honor, and fight for your King. You have desired for that once, before Daemon, before all of this. You would not see your daughter follow that path.

"Face it, Alyssa, you're a woman! A girl, actually. You are a lady, you have duties to the family, to have heirs!"

"You are being hypocritical. You were a swordswoman once, before marriage. I rather serve as a Knight, and ride to battle in glory!"

"You’re right. I married, I had children, I had you. The child bed is our battlefield. I don't care what kind of silly dreams you have, nor that Daemon has been feeding it, but I will not have my daughter saying these kinds of absurd things!" You said sternly, trying not to lose composure.

"You are no mother of mine!" Alyssa yelled, before leaving the table to the company of her maid.

And that's how that feud ended up in the ears of the staff. The maid told a milk maid, who told prince Rhaegon's squire, that mentioned it with prince Daemon's cupbearer.

And the Rogue Prince heard every single part of the conversation.

part 2 !!

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Aviary Adventures

Summary: One of your worst fears comes to pass when your husband is nowhere around...

*Warnings: Fear of Birds, Chip Happy Bianca, Frightened Reader, Andy being a Hero, Fluff, Mentions of Ghosts, Minors DNI

A/N: Once again, I can’t sleep. Lucky me. This Growing Pains drabble is based on a very real fear of mine. It actually happened to a good friend not too long ago, who proceeded to look at the husband that she adores, only to yell “I can’t help you!” As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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“Oh, Jesus Christ!” You screech as you throw yourself and your baby into the pantry before closing the door. “Are you okay, baby?” You whisper down at Bianca.

“Fine. Mama heavy.” She pushes at your chest. You were crushing your daughter. Oops.

“Sorry baby.” You murmur as you roll off of her. “Mama’s so sorry.” 

“S’okay. Mama save BiBi. Fanks.” She wipes some hair out of her face and fluffs her little tutu.

Quickly you fish your phone out of your pocket and call Andy’s cell. It rings and rings before going to voicemail. Shit. Of all the fucking days. You try again before giving up and calling the office. You’re filled with hope when Grace, the receptionist, answers.

“Hi, Grace.” You babble. “It’s Y/N/L/N. Is Andy in the office?”

“Oh hi, Y/N. How are you?” She chirps. 

“”Better days. I’ve had better days. Is Andy there?”

“He is, but he’s in a meeting. Can I take a message for you?” No, you sweet woman, you needed that man now!

“No - no…I…can you pull him out of it, please? It’s an emergency.” You watch as your baby girl grabs an open bag of barbecue chips and begins going to town. To be fair, you had been in the middle of preparing lunch. She sees you staring and offers you one, whispering: “Mama hungry?”. You thank her and shake your head no. 

“Oh good god, is everything alright?” She exclaims. No, no it was not, Grace. You were pretty sure this was how you died, but okay. Take your fucking time, damn it.

“Please just connect me with Andy.” You whisper. A few moments later you hear a warm, familiar voice on the line. 

“Y/N? Grace just pulled me out of my meeting. Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Andy.” You breathe. Thank god. You were saved. Maybe,

“Daddy? Hi, best Daddy!” Bianca squeals as she munches on another chip. You were going to have to take that bag from her eventually.

“Andy, you have to come home right now.” You’re doing your best to keep from crying. “Right now, okay?”

“What? Why?” You can hear the concern in his voice. Good. This was a dire situation. This was your living, breathing nightmare. And your baby was involved? Crap. If it had been just you, you would’ve said fuck it and just left the house. But with her here, your first inclination had been to throw yourself into the pantry. 

“Because it happened, honey. It finally happened.” You wail softly.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, what the fuck happened?” You can practically hear him raking his hands through his hair. 

“There’s a bird in the house. It’s in the house!” And that’s when you finally start to cry. 

Bianca takes the phone from you. “Big bird, Dadsy. I try to get, but Mama say no. Germs. Come get so Mama no cry. I keep safe. Fanks.” She hands the phone back. “I tell him.” She says before going back to her snack.

“Fuck.” Andy huffs. “How’d it get in?”

“I don’t know! The fireplace, probably! Come home and get the monster!”

“And where are you now?”

“Holed up in the pantry like a couple of prisoners! Your daughter is gorging herself on chips while I am losing my collective mind. I’m sorry, I know you’re busy, but I’d rather deal with an armed intruder. You’re going to have to come home and fix this. Please. I’ll, uh, respond in the form of certain favors for a month.” You let out a scream when you hear the damned thing fly around and crash into something. “Andy, I think it just flew into a cabinet.”

“Good. Maybe it’s stunned. Why don’t you step out and -”

“And walk willingly into the lion’s den? Are you crazy?” You all but shriek. “You know how I feel about birds. You know! You know my greatest fear is having to one day fight an ostrich!”

“Which I maintain is a ridiculous fear, but alright.” He mumbles. You can’t help but remember how hard he laughed when you’d first told him that. Ooh, you’d been so mad. 

“We’ve discussed this. It would be like having to fight a villain in his or her final form.” No thank you.

“Are you coming home or not? Your baby and I are in danger. I am talking about true peril here, Andy. And our little one needs to eat her lunch. And Mama needs to be sedated.”

He heaves out a sigh. “Yes, yes. I’m coming now. Will you be able to help me with the bird?”

“With the creature!? Absolutely not. Go with God, sir.”

“I’ll see you in about twenty minutes. Will you be able to last until then?” The man is clearly more than a little exasperated.

“You had better hope so. I’ll protect our baby at all costs, but if something happens to me you are not allowed to remarry. Do you hear me, Andrew Barber? You take another wife and I will come back and haunt you for the rest of your days. And I will not be a peaceful ghost.”

“Understood, honey. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

True to his word, your husband arrives not even twenty minutes later. You jerk when you hear the knock on the pantry door. Bianca looks up from the fruit cup she’d been enjoying. Somehow you’d found a plastic spoon and had set her to eating some diced pears. It was better than chips, you’d reasoned. 

“Hi, girls. It’s Daddy. Can he please come in?” Your baby begins to bounce up and down at the sound of his voice.

“Depends. Is it really you, or is it that bird pretending to be you?”

“It’s me, Y/N. And before you ask, no, I can’t find it. I’m still looking.” 

“Come in.” You grumble. At the sight of his face, your baby drops her empty cup and rushes into his arms. 

“Hi, my sweet baby.” He coos at her as he lifts her up. “Thanks so much for protecting your Mama. You hear me?”

“Welcome!” She kisses his bearded cheek with her sticky face.

“Close the door, Andy. If that bird gets in here…” He does as you ask with a sigh. Your husband didn’t even have the heart to make fun of your panic. He knew it was genuine. 

“Tell you what…how about I get you girls bundled up and I take you to lunch? In the meantime, I’ll call an exterminator friend of mine who will come take care of things. Sound good?”

“I don’t want it to die!” You screech.

“Birdy gonna get hurt?” You could tell your Bianca was on the verge of tears. “Daddy no!” Now you’re both screeching at a bewildered Andy.  

“He won’t hurt it. It will be totally humane, you two.” He growls as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Now, I’ve laid your jackets out in the hallway. I’ve got my keys in my hand, so this should be smooth sailing, ladies. Let’s go.”

You whimper as you get up off the floor. Bianca is still in his arms, of course. “Protect her with your life.” You tell him. “You can even use me as a human shield if you have to, as long as -”

“As long as I don’t remarry. I heard you the first time. And since I’m pretty sure you’d be a very vindictive ghost, you’ll be happy to know that I’ve decided not to chance it.” He helps your baby put on her jacket while you keep an eye out for that damned bird. 

“Now how about pizza?”

END

[justabigassnerd]

Too much loss

Pairing - TASM!Peter Parker x sister!reader

Word count - 4,311

Warnings - death, angst, grief, mentions of injuries and violence, blood

Summary - Peter patrolled so he could save those who needed saving before it was too late. This time he was too late

Sequel - 'Not again'

A/N - this was an anon request and I have to say my first thought upon reading said request was 'evil anon, but I LOVE IT' y'all know me by now I love angst so I went to fecking town with this and I am sorry if I upset anyone with this. As per y'all please send in feedback, requests and enjoy!

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Everyone would say it was wrong place, wrong time. But not Peter. Peter knew the truth. Peter knew he messed up. You’d never blame him for it though, but he would. Peter would never stop blaming himself for his negligence.

You had gone to a friends for a study session, with your final exams around the corner you wanted to do well and get into a good university. You’d started heading home just after the night had fallen after having lost track of time and realised, you’d missed a few calls from Aunt May wondering whether you were going to be home before she went off to work.

Peter knew he should’ve delayed his patrol by a few hours. He should’ve delayed his patrol, so he could’ve been available to swing by and walk you home. He knew how dangerous the streets of New York were. Especially at night. But he stupidly let you talk him into patrolling at his normal time, insisting he had nothing to worry about. He had everything to worry about after losing Gwen. He should’ve trusted his spider-sense, it had been acting off the moment he started patrolling.

Instead of trusting his spider-sense like he should’ve, he patrolled New York, bored by the lack of crime going on. He ended up sat on the top of the Empire State Building, legs dangling over the edge as he kept his eyes and ears open for any sirens or flashing lights. Instead what he heard was a gunshot.

A guy had cornered you into an alleyway, brandishing his gun threateningly as tears spring to your eyes. The metal of the gun gleamed menacingly under the light of a nearby streetlight as the man demanded you handed over your money. You had tried to tell him that you didn’t have any money on you, which was true you didn’t carry money on you if you were going to a friends for a study session. Snacks were always provided, and you never wanted to buy food on the way home because you wanted your appetite in tact so you could have dinner when you finally reached home, and the presence of money made not making a pit stop so much harder, so you just resorted to never carrying any. The man, growing annoyed with your plea ripped your backpack off your bag and started rifling through it, the gun still aimed at you as he searched. He grew enraged when your words rang true and he found no money, he leapt up from his kneeling position and yelled at you, saying that he knew you had money stashed somewhere and you had to give it to him now. In-between your pleas and his angry yelling, the trigger was pulled, and you collapsed to the floor with blood now pouring from a bullet wound in your abdomen. As you fell, the man fled the scene abandoning your bag and disappearing within seconds. Your hands forced themselves on the wound, biting down harshly on your bottom lip as you put pressure on the wound in an attempt to slow the blood flow as you leant against the wall to keep yourself upright.

You didn’t know how long you were sat there, tears pouring down your cheeks as you tried to figure out what to do before you heard the familiar sound of webs being fired from a web shooter before Peter landed somewhere, still not in your line of vision.

“Pete?” You whisper, hoping his enhanced hearing would help him pick up on your location. The silence that followed was excruciating before the familiar red and blue suit dropped into view, with Peter immediately ripping his mask off his head, eyes wide in shock and fear at the sight.

“Oh god. Oh no no no no no. y/n? Hey, it’s me. You’re alright. I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere. You’re going to be just fine.” Peter says hurriedly, kneeling beside you as memories of finding Uncle Ben in the street flash through his head.

“It’s not alright and we both know it.” You force out, your voice weak and your eyelids growing heavier by the second.

“No. No, it’s fine we can get you patched up you just gotta let me pick you up and swing you.” Peter says, shaking your shoulders to keep you conscious as fear takes hold and causes tears to spring to his eyes.

“Pete, I won’t make it.” You argue, pushing weakly against his chest when he attempts to gather you in his arms to swing you to the nearest hospital.

“Don’t talk like that, you’ll be fine. Please. You gotta hold on and let me take you to the hospital.” Peter knew he was grasping at straws. It had taken him too long to get here in the first place. He was too far away when he heard the gunshot. You’d lost too much blood in the time it took him to get to you.

“Peter…?” You weakly asked, curling into him as he pulled you into his arms.

“I’m right here y/n/n. What is it?” Peter whispers reassuringly, trying his hardest to keep a gentle smile on his face despite the tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Promise me… promise me you’ll take care of yourself after I’m gone. Be there for Aunt May as well and let her be there for you too.” You say, a tear rolling down your cheek as you smile up at Peter.

“y/n…”

“Promise me, Peter.” You emphasise, your teary eyes meeting his.

“I promise. But I don’t want to lose you. Not after Gwen… I promised myself I’d protect you.” Peter sobs, the tears flowing freely down his cheeks in waves. Never slowing.

“I’ll still be with you Pete. No matter what.” You mumble, your breaths were laboured now, and Peter could hear your heartbeat slowing by the second.

“Hey no you can’t fall asleep on me now. You gotta stay awake. Can you do that for me? Keep your eyes on me and then you can make fun of me all you want later for crying this much.” Peter was begging, pleading, praying that someone out there would hear his cries and swoop in and save you the way he couldn’t.

“I love you Pete…” You force out, allowing your eyes to fall closed, losing the fight to keep them open anymore.

Peter’s heart leapt into his throat when he couldn’t hear any signs of life coming from you anymore. No heartbeat. No breathing. No movement. Nothing. Peter let out a choked sob when he realised you were gone. He’d let down another person he loved. He carefully hugged you closer, not caring about the blood now staining his suit as he sobbed loudly. He couldn’t move. He just sat in that dark alleyway with you in his arms as he sobbed and sobbed. Eventually, a passer-by approached. Peter’s spider-sense gave him enough warning so he could get his mask on in time, but it didn’t hide his broken voice.

“Call an ambulance or the police.” Peter says after clearing his throat. He didn’t want the person stood behind him to know he’d been crying but it was obvious. His throat was tight, it felt like a snake had wound its way around his neck and was constricting as hard as it could. Peter felt like he couldn’t breathe but he had to act normal in front of this person who had nodded at his words and stepped back to call for an ambulance.

“The ambulance is on its way.” The person says, moving the phone away from their ear as Peter tenses slightly, tightening his grip on you slightly. He could sense the person lingering behind him, but he chose not to engage with them. Before long a symphony of sirens arrives in a wailing crescendo before stopping when they arrive at the scene. Peter could hear the bustling of first responders behind him, surveying the scene before one brave person approached him and crouched by his side.

“Spider-Man, do you know what happened?” The man asks gently, watching as Peter nods slightly.

“She was shot. I didn’t see who did it. They were gone before I arrived.” Peter admits, guilt coursing through his veins. He can’t avenge you because he didn’t know who did this to you. He failed to hunt down Uncle Ben’s killer and now he’s going to fail to track yours down too.

“Okay, you’re going to have to let us take her. We need to identify her and inform her family.” The paramedic says as a couple of other paramedics join him, a stretcher in their hands, placing it on the floor by Peter. Peter hesitantly allows the gathered paramedics to take you from his arms and lay you on the stretcher. He watches painfully as they carry you to the ambulance while the police tape the alley off.

“We can take it from here.” A police officer states, staring at Peter. Peter doesn’t show any acknowledgement to the officer, only firing a web at a building and swinging away as fast as possible. He beelines straight for home, needing to be there for when the police arrive to ‘inform’ him of your death. He climbed through his bedroom window and changed out of the suit, immediately balling it up and shoving it in the furthest and darkest corner of his wardrobe. Once he was changed, he started taking slow, deep breaths to calm himself. He needed to act like you hadn’t just died in his arms. After getting his breaths under control he splashes cold water on his face as he hears the front door open and close.

“Peter! y/n!” Peter was confused as to why Aunt May was home. She was supposed to be working a night shift. She’d left not long before Peter went out on patrol. Peter thundered down the stairs, meeting Aunt May by the door as she’s hanging her coat up.

“What are you doing home?” Peter questions, watching as May sets her bag down by the door.

“I started feeling a little unwell. Nothing serious but I figured I should come home and rest. Where’s that sister of yours?” Aunt May responds, walking past Peter as he closes his eyes for a moment, letting out a shuddering breath.

“She’s not home yet.” Peter lies, refusing to face May because he knows that if he does, he’ll break down and he has to hold it together.

“That girl, always studying too much. She needs to make time to enjoy her youth.” May tuts as she heads into the kitchen to make herself some tea. Peter felt tears threatening to build in his eyes and wiped them away harshly, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip to try and keep any more tears contained. As Peter decides to move to the living room he hears a rap on the door, stopping him in his tracks.

“Peter, could you get that please?” May calls, currently occupied with making her drink. Despite knowing May couldn’t see him, Peter nodded and approached the door, opening it to see two policemen with solemn expressions.

“Hello, is this the Parker residence?” The officer on the right asks as Peter’s eyes flick to the badge on his chest. Officer Jones. After learning the officers name Peter nods slowly.

“May we come in?” The officer on the left asks and Peter does the exact same thing, looks for the badge to learn his name. This officer is Officer Baker. Peter offers the policemen a tight lipped nod as he steps aside, holding the door open for the officers to enter.

“Who’s at the door Pet-“ Aunt May cuts herself off when she sees the two officers in the hall. Peter could hear her heart race when she saw the officers. He knew she was reliving the moment they told her about Ben, and he could imagine she was thinking the same thing he was when he heard your voice in the alleyway. ‘Not y/n. Anyone but her.’

“Can we talk in the living room?” Officer Baker asks nodding towards the living room as Peter crosses to his aunt, wrapping an arm around her shoulders while leading her into the living room, feeling her trembling as they walk. When they reach the sofa, Peter eases May down before sitting beside her, keeping his arm wrapped firmly around her.

“Your niece y/n was shot and killed earlier tonight by an unknown assailant.” Officer Jones says, his voice slow and careful as May bursts into tears. Peter wraps his other arm around her, bringing her in close as she sobs into his shoulder. He rested his chin on the top of her head and allowed the tears he’d been holding in to roll down his cheeks as he grits his teeth together. Officers Jones and Baker remain stood in the middle of the living room, waiting patiently for the two to take in the news. When May and Peter had recovered enough to speak, they turn to the officers. Peter never released May, keeping her safe in his arms like something bad could happen if he relinquished his hold on her.

“Do either of you have any questions?” Officer Jones asks gently, surveying the two on the sofa. May gets the courage to ask where you were found and as Jones tells her, Peter tenses when the location is revealed.

“Oh god, she was on her way home Peter.” May whimpers when she realises where you were. Peter doesn’t respond, instead pressing a kiss to the top of May’s head. He couldn’t apologise vocally; it would just confuse her. When Jones and Baker get confirmation that Peter and May have no more questions, they write their numbers down on a post-it note, handing it to Peter before they leave. When the door closes, confirming that the two officers had left, Peter finally let out the sob he’d been holding in since arriving home. Peter and May remain in each other’s arms, comforting each other through tears until they physically couldn’t anymore. It was May who suggested they should go to bed. Peter was hesitant but May was able to persuade him to at least try to sleep. He said goodnight to May with a hug before retreating to his room, flopping on his bed, and staring at the ceiling, tears pouring down his face. Every time he closed his eyes to attempt to sleep, he was greeted with the memory of you bleeding out in his arms. He tossed and turned, managing to doze off for a few minutes before being awoken by horrific nightmares.

When dawn started to break after a whole night of attempted sleep, Peter moved to your room, surveying everything with teary eyes. Your bed was neatly made, you always made your bed unlike Peter. Your desk was almost clear, a couple of textbooks and notebooks sat on the little wooden desk, but the others had been taken with you to your friends and your bag was now probably in police custody, being held as evidence or something. Peter perched on the edge of your bed, his eyes falling on a picture frame on your bedside table. In the frame was a selfie you had taken with your friends, all of you wearing bright smiles as you embraced each other. Peter squeezed his eyes shut as more tears worked their way down his cheeks. He was going to have to tell them what happened to you. They deserved to know. He opened his eyes and allowed them to scan the room once more. His heart growing heavier by the second as he takes everything in. He saw all the books you were never going to get to read. He saw the school work you were never going to finish. You were never going to get to graduate. You were never going to go to university. You were never going to move out. You were never going to find love and start a family. The more Peter thought about what you were never going to get the blurrier his vision became. He didn’t move from where he was sat for hours, just blankly staring at the wall. He faintly heard Aunt May moving around the house, but he made no effort to move to see her. Peter heard May open his bedroom door to check up on him but was obviously greeted with an empty room.

“Peter? Peter where are-” May freezes in your doorway when she sees Peter. Upon finding Peter’s room empty her mind rushed with worry that was quickly reined in when she noticed your bedroom door being open slightly. Upon seeing Peter sat on the edge of your bed with a blank stare and tears staining his cheeks, May didn’t hesitate to react. She sat beside him, pulling him into a hug as he curled into her, hiding his face in her chest like he was a little boy again as he sobbed. She rubbed his back gently, rocking slightly to calm Peter as he bawled. As she murmured words of comfort her voice never strayed from its motherly hum. In the minutes it took Peter to calm down, May had also allowed some tears of her own to fall, tightening her grip on Peter as he moves his face to now be buried in her shoulder as he apologises.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for sweetheart. Nothing at all.” May assures, her hand moving from his back to his hair, gently stroking his hair as his sobs turn to sniffles.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” Peter keeps apologising, his face firmly buried in May’s shoulder as his shoulders heave as he recovers from the sobbing.

“Stop apologising Peter.” May says gently yet firmly, moving away slightly so she can cup his face in her hands. Forcing him to look at her.

“I should’ve done something. I should’ve walked her home.” Peters cracked voice forces out, more tears dribbling down his cheeks as May wipes them away with her thumbs.

“There’s nothing you could’ve done Peter. You didn’t know.” May says, fighting to keep a comforting smile on her face. Peter wanted to shake his head. To tell May she was wrong. He could’ve done something if he wasn’t so stupid. If he had been closer, you’d still be here.

“You look like you haven’t slept. You should get some rest Peter.” May then says, her concern obvious in her tone and clear on her expression. She frowns when Peter shakes his head. If she wasn’t watching him intently or cupping his face gently in her hands, she would’ve missed the movement entirely.

“I can’t.” Peter’s small voice breaks May’s heart. He sounded like the little boy who cried in her arms when his parents left. The little boy who along with his little sister, she promised to protect from any type of heartache or pain ever again.

“Well, if you can’t sleep will you at least try to eat if I make something?” May suggests gently, her hands moving from his face to rub up and down his arms.

“Okay.” Peter nods. He didn’t actually feel like he could eat much but for May he nodded and went along with it, not wanting her to worry about him too much. He let Aunt May pull him to his feet and lead him downstairs so she could make some breakfast. He tried to offer to help but May was having none of it, forcing him to sit at the table as she made something for him. When May placed the plate of food in front of him, he forced small mouthfuls down to appease his aunt who was watching him like a hawk. Every time he looked at your empty chair, he felt like throwing up. He tried his hardest to push his guilt and sorrow aside, but it gnawed on his stomach, twisting it until he felt physically sick, causing him to stop eating. Thanking Aunt May, Peter pushes his chair back and leaves the room as quickly as possible and shutting himself in his room. He grabbed his phone off his desk and plugged his headphones in, putting them in his ears and blasting music as he lay down on his bed facing the wall. Wanting nothing more but to ignore real life for as long as humanly possible.

When the date of your funeral arrived, Peter had seriously contemplated skipping the funeral entirely. He couldn’t bare being surrounded by people who loved and cared for you. He couldn’t bare to see their heartbroken faces knowing he could’ve done something to save you. He considered putting the Spider-Man suit on and swinging somewhere in the city, far away from the cemetery. As he held the suit in his hands, the spider symbol staring up at him, he realised he couldn’t do that. Not to May and not to you. He shoved the Spider-Man suit back into his wardrobe and put his other suit on, the same one he wore to Gwen’s funeral. The suit he swore he’d never have to wear again for this type of event. But he let down one of the people he loves most again. Once he was ready, he went downstairs and met with Aunt May by the front door, the sorrow painfully obvious on both of their faces.

It was pouring with rain. The gathered crowd of people attending your funeral all had large black umbrellas sheltering them and any loved ones from the unrelenting rain. Peter thought about how you would’ve laughed at the weather. ‘Pathetic fallacy at its finest’ you’d say as you laughed. Peter could barely meet anyone’s eye at the funeral, when your friends approached Peter to chat, he couldn’t maintain eye contact with them for longer than a second. Your friends attempted to console him, none of them being able to find the right words. They were devastated that they lost you, but Peter’s grief was different to theirs. They’d known you since you started high school, but you’d been in Peter’s life since you were born. You were siblings and nothing in the world could prepare you for a loss like that. When Peter met their words with nothing more than a curt, tight lipped nod they took it as their cue to leave him in peace.

Peter could hear the hushed whispers of the people gathered all around him. He heard people whispering that it was awful, that you were only eighteen, that you shouldn’t have met such a brutal end. One comment however, made him stop just as he turned to walk over to Aunt May.

“That Parker family… they’ve dealt with too much loss.” It was a whisper from one of your friends’ mothers, directed at her husband walking beside her as she placed her hand on her heart in sympathy for the family. Too much loss was right. First, it was Richard and Mary Parker, leaving their two children in the care of their aunt and uncle before dying in a place crash. Then it was Ben Parker, being shot in the street by a thief. Then you, y/n Parker, shot in a dark alleyway. Maybe the Parker family was cursed. Maybe Peter was the one who was cursed because not only did he lose so many family members, but he also lost Gwen Stacy, the love of his life. Peter felt like he was destined to lose everyone he’s ever loved in his life.

“Peter sweetheart, are you ready to head home?” May’s voice shook him out of his daze, nodding as he turned to look at her, a lone tear rolling down his cheek. May gently rested a hand on his back and guided him away from everything. As he walked away, he threw one last glance over his shoulder at your gravestone, the freshly turned dirt soaking up the rain that is refusing to let up.

In the weeks following the funeral, Peter accepted his lonely fate and started spending increasing hours as Spider-Man. He took any and every opportunity to put that suit on and escape from the life of Peter Parker. If it wasn’t for May, he would’ve erased Peter Parker entirely and spent the remainder of his days as Spider-Man. He got more reckless as time went on, throwing himself headfirst into dangerous situations without stopping or giving them a second thought. He stopped sitting on top of the Empire State Building. Instead finding his thinking spot to be just the roof of a simple corporate tower. High enough to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city but not anything that would trigger any unwanted memories of that night. He still had no evidence as to who could’ve possibly killed you but any criminal, he finds brandishing a gun gets beaten within an inch of their life by a rageful and grief filled Spider-Man. Peter had gone to a dark place after losing Gwen but you had always been there to rein him back in. Now that you were gone, he had no one who knew he was Spider-Man. No one to patch him up after patrol and no one to scold him for his recklessness. Without someone to bring him back, Peter kept following that dark path, becoming increasingly more violent with criminals. You and Gwen would be disappointed, Peter knew it and he thought of it every time he stared down at the beaten face of a criminal from behind his mask. Despite these thoughts, Peter didn’t care. Neither you or Gwen were around anymore, and he had no one to blame but himself. So he was going to avenge you, no matter the cost.

[babyboibucky]

Slut Fest Day 5 - Noncon

Pairing: TWS!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k yeah this is a full oneshot lmao

Warnings: Dark!Bucky obviously, fingering, unprotected p in v penetration, creampie, implied suicidal thoughts, use of a knife, mentions of wound and blood

A/N: This is the first time I wrote a full noncon fic so feedback is very much welcome!!! This will have a second part which is tomorrow’s prompt, Breeding

Slut Fest Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Your vision was hazy when you first opened your eyes, the splitting headache and body pain that came along with it almost made you think that you were merely having a hangover.

Almost.

Flashes of the previous night flooded your brain, you could only recall bits and pieces of what went down. You were at a club with your friends, lots of shots and dancing; there was a man in a black shirt that danced with you. He was ruggedly handsome and well-built with dark hair and a rough voice.

You searched your memories for a name...was it Brian? No, it was far from that. Brock? Yeah, you were confident that his name was Brock.

He danced with you that night and you were sure that he had asked whether you wanted to go somewhere private. And that’s where everything had gone to black.

Blinking helped you with your vision and now you can clearly see that you weren’t in your room. Looking around, you realized that you were in a cell. It was dark and damp, with only a single fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling above.

The pain in your shoulder and arms made you want to stretch but to no avail because it was only now that you discovered that your wrists were restrained and tied above your head. You were almost standing on your tiptoes with how high you were tied up, explaining the cause of your body ache.

“No, no...is someone out there?!” you screamed in panic as your mind finally understood what was going on.

“Please? Help me!” you yelled, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as you tugged at your wrist.

The echo of your voice was the only response you received. Up until you heard heavy footsteps approaching from afar. Your lips trembled in fear as you waited for someone to emerge from the dark.

And there he was, the man from last night, Brock. But he wasn’t alone.

In front of Brock was a man who was way taller and bigger than him— long brunette locks covered his face and if that wasn’t enough to keep his identity hidden, he had to be wearing a black mask as well.

It wasn’t just his large built and mysterious look that piqued your interest, it was his left arm. It was made out of what seemed to be metal; there was a red star painted on the shoulder.

“Good, you’re awake. Didn’t want to keep the Soldat waiting.” Brock said as he pushed the man inside the cell.

“Who the fuck are you?! Why am I here?!” you spat at Brock as you watched him close the cell door before locking it once more.

Brock merely smirked, “You were at the right place at the wrong time, baby. Needed to reward our asset with a little something, thought you looked like the perfect present.” he chuckled darkly.

“Soldat, she’s all yours.”

Those words made your bile rise up to your throat and the presence of the metal-armed man didn’t help you with your fear. You threw up all of a sudden, coughing as your tears began to fall endlessly.

“Please...please don’t.” it was all you could utter as you shook your head.

The sound of the Soldat’s heavy boots crushing the ground made your heart beat twice as fast. You probably looked pathetic, tugging at your wrists despite knowing that it was futile. The closer the Soldat was, the more you moved and thus, the weaker you got.

“Whoever you are, please...just help me out.” you pleaded.

The Soldat stopped when he was a feet away from you and suddenly, your breath hitched in your throat. His eyes were the bluest you’d seen and despite his intimidating appearance, they held a certain softness in them.

“I don’t know who you are but I know you don’t want to do this.” you softly said, hoping that he’d change his mind.

Your body jolted in shock when Soldat spoke, his voice was low and gravelly— hoarse even, like he hadn’t spoken in a long time.

“Такой красивый подарок.”

Such a pretty gift.

He lifted his metal hand and you flinched, afraid that he was going to hurt you. But he merely took your chin and wiped your bottom lip clean. Soldat was so close that you could hear his heavy breathing beneath his mask.

“Стоит ли мне развернуть подарок сейчас?”

Should I unwrap my present now?

“I...I don’t understand you.” you croaked out.

The way his blue eyes turned dark in a split second brought your fear back. Just like that, the softness he had turned into something so perverse, it sent shivers down your spine. You were about to say something when the Soldat gripped the neckline of your dress with his metal hand, tearing it open effortlessly leaving you in nothing but a pair of bra and underwear.

You screamed and tried to kick him but he was so much stronger than you. He didn’t even budge when your feet landed on his thigh. If any, your defiance triggered him and only placed you in a much more dangerous situation.

“I beg you, please…don’t do this.” you cried and cried.

A squeal escaped your lips when Soldat grabbed your face in his flesh hand, squeezing your cheeks as his eyes roamed around your face, taking in all of your features. His thumb grazed your mouth, tugging your bottom lip down before he spoke again, but this time, in a language you finally understood.

“Suck.”

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you shook your head but when you felt his hand tighten around your face, you were left with no choice but to obey. Letting out a shaky breath, you took his thumb into your mouth and sucked.

Soldat hummed before you felt his thumb press down on your tongue. He moved his thumb in and out of your mouth before letting go of your face and taking a small step back away from you.

You hoped he had a change of heart. He didn’t.

You let out a gasp when you saw him take out a knife from one of his holsters, skillfully flipping it before bringing it close to your face. You’d never known fear like this before, it was extremely horrifying.

It felt like you were face to face with the god of death himself.

“Don’t kill me, please! Please let me go, please...I’m not going to say anything to the police, I swear. I’ll stay quiet, I promise.” you sobbed.

Your pleas fell on deaf ears; the Soldat wiped away your tears before he dragged the tip of his knife from your neck down to the strap of your bra, slicing it before moving onto the next, letting it fall to the ground, leaving you bare for him.

There was nothing else you could do to escape and yet you tugged and tugged at your wrists, ignoring the stinging pain from how the restraints were now digging onto your skin. Your wails were unheard and the more you screamed for help, the more helpless you felt.

The Soldat moved to slice the sides of your underwear before tearing them off of you, throwing the fabric behind him. He took a step back, as if admiring his present before him and he loved it.

He loved seeing you like that, vulnerable and helpless. All for him to use, to take and to ruin.

A cold hand ran up from your hip to your ribs, the coolness of the metal making your entire body shiver. A soft sob echoed in the cell when the Soldat cupped your breast before his fingers pinched a nipple, making you cry out.

Your body was responding to his touches despite your protests and it was making you frustrated. You didn’t want this and yet your body craved for more, needed more from him.

The Soldat’s hand traveled to do the same to your other breast before sliding down to your abdomen, making you hiss at the cold sensation. His eyes met yours the same time he cupped your mound.

Your body jumped up as you cried, feeling his fingers rub at your cunt. You begged him to stop but at the same time, you wanted him to continue. Everything was a blur to you now; your pussy began to weep for the same man you wanted to run away from.

Biting your lip, you tried your hardest not to make a sound. Warmth crept up to your face when your hips began to move on their own, grinding against the Soldat’s hand as he continued to rub your folds at a slow, steady pace.

You felt ashamed. You weren’t supposed to feel good and yet you did.

The Soldat seemed to have noticed that you were holding back because he suddenly pressed his thumb against your clit at the same time he slid his middle finger in. The intrusion was enough to make you whimper, something that urged Soldat to keep going.

“N-no…” you whined.

He pumped his finger in and out of your cunt in a quicker pace until you felt your wetness dripping down your thighs. You cried and refused to look at him in the face so you rested your forehead against your arm.

Your body was giving up from how you were restrained, your arms were starting to feel numb and your legs were trembling both from pleasure and from trying to support your entire weight on your toes.

“S-soldat…” you unintentionally called out his name when he added another finger in.

It stirred something darker within the man, something primal and feral that made you want to just die right then and there. Perhaps it was better for him to kill you.

He continued to finger your cunt while rubbing your clit in circles, faster and faster until you were crying out both from shame and from your release. Wetness gushed out of your pussy, soaking his metal hand. He pulled his fingers out of your cunt and stuck it into your mouth, muffling your sobs.

“Я хочу попробовать тебя в следующий раз.”

I want to taste you next time.

The Soldat was quick to remove his fingers from your mouth, only to move them towards the zipper of his pants. Your eyes widened as you watched him take his cock out, pumping it a couple of times before he stood close to you.

You shook your head, “I don’t want this, please. Soldat, please…”

“Продолжай умолять, милая девушка.”

Keep begging, pretty girl.

In one swift motion, the Soldat hoisted your legs to wrap around his waist before sliding his cock into your pussy. You gasped out loud at the sudden stretch, your brows furrowing into your forehead at the stinging pain. The Soldat was relentless and didn’t give you time to adjust.

He kept on taking and taking and taking until nothing was left from you.

His cock was huge, it filled you up like never before. It stretched you out to the point of pain, making you sob out loud. Your lip began to bleed from how hard you were biting down on it, you were giving it your all not to moan but one particular thrust rendered your efforts a failure.

You moaned out loud when the tip of his cock hit your cervix, making your body tremble from the pleasure that shot through your veins. Your toes curled and your hands balled into fists when the Soldat kept on hitting that particular spot.

He started groaning and cursing in the same language he had been speaking. His hands on your hips were tight as he brought your body down on his cock each time he thrusted into you. Your restraints kept on jangling above you, as if they were mocking you and the way your body was reacting to the Soldat.

The Soldat sped up his thrusts, fucking you harder and deeper until you were gasping for air. His cock was punching the air out of you and with the heat building up in your abdomen, it was becoming difficult to breathe.

Your entire body was covered with a sheen of sweat while your face was drenched with your tears. You threw your head back when the Soldat brought his thumb to your clit, pressing down on it.

Looking up at your wrists, you noticed how wounded they already were. Small droplets of blood began to drip from your wrists down to your arm. You closed your eyes and refused to watch the Soldat’s assault on your body.

“Please, stop…” you softly begged, your voice barely above a whisper.

The Soldat didn’t stop and only went faster until you were a sobbing mess. Your body shook when your orgasm hit you wave after wave. You ended up crying out his name as you finished, drenching his cock with your juices.

His grunts were becoming louder and his thrusts sloppier. You knew that he was close and you didn’t want him to finish inside of you. You tried to move your hips away but he was too strong and managed to hold you in place as he fucked you until his balls tightened.

Two more thrusts and he was done, groaning out loud as you felt ropes of his cum fill you up. Your whine turned into a full cry when you realized that you were done for.

Just like that, the Soldat pulled out of you and tucked his cock back into his pants.

Your body had given up and you allowed yourself to just hang limply, ignoring the throbbing pain on your shoulders. At this rate, you were sure that your shoulders were already injured from having been restrained like that for hours.

Your cries died down into hiccups, you’d completely given up. The feeling of the Soldat’s release tainting your legs as it dripped out of your abused cunt was a clear indication that you’d lost everything.

The Soldat lifted your head up with his metal hand; he caressed your cheekbones gently as he finally removed his mask, revealing his face to you.

You were on the verge of passing out when he showed you his face, the last thing you saw before your vision turned  black.

The Soldat truly was the god of death.

[tetsurouskuro]

Reunion

pairing: bokuto koutarou x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, slight angst, breeding kink, unprotected sex, public sex, bokuto does the kabedon

word count: 5,006

a/n: this is my submission for the Haikyuu Headquarters second NSFW server collab! this time it’s the prompt “Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you.” you can find the masterlist HERE by the amazing @vixen-scribbles who is my queen so go give her a follow! 💖

thank you @deathcab4daddy​ & @gallickingun​ for beta reading, ily guys so much (go give them a follow if you aren’t already)! 💖

now enjoy; feedback is always appreciated! <3

tag list: @miamiya (message me if you want to be included)

Synopsis: Three years has passed since you got your heart broken by your one true love Bokuto Koutarou. A high school reunion is about to take place at Fukurodani Academy. What will happen when you finally meet your ex boyfriend? 

MASTERLIST!

≫ ----- ≪·•♕•·≫ ----- ≪

Your eyes scanned the invitation card from your high school. Reading every word that’s written. A high school reunion. The thought alone makes you think of him. Wondering how he’s doing. He may be your ex and the boy who broke your heart, but he was your first and still to this day, your only love, and you knew why he did it. He had his reasons.

He had talked you through it before you both graduated high school. He had told you that he wanted to focus on volleyball and that he was going to move away from Tokyo, and you were not the type to try and stop him. You wanted him to succeed. You also had to think about your future and what you wanted to achieve. Both of you went your separate ways, heartbroken that you could not be together anymore.

Bokuto succeeded in achieving his dream. He was playing in big arenas with huge crowds, on TV and he was a well-known volleyball player. The number 4 ace and captain from Fukurodani made it big, just like he promised you all those years ago.

You sighed and placed the card onto your fridge. There was still one week left until the reunion, and it wasn’t like Bokuto would show up. He was busy with volleyball, especially since a new season just started. 

You sigh and turn around to grab the warm coffee cup and head to your couch. Once seated you turn on Netflix and start a random show. Grabbing your phone, you go to the search bar on Facebook and search for your ex-boyfriend. Once the two of you had broken up you had unfriended him immediately. You knew it was going to be hard to get over him, so to save you from having to see his posts and face on Facebook, you removed him.

He’s the first one that pops up. You share mutual friends, so it isn’t that weird. You go to pictures and see him with all sorts of different people, smiling and laughing. Sometimes even looking, upset?

Sighing you close the application, lock your phone, and toss it next to you on the couch. Closing your eyes, you throw your head back against the headrest, hoping and praying that Bokuto doesn’t show up to the reunion.

≫ ----- ≪·•♕•·≫ ----- ≪

Wearing a black evening gown with a front slit, thin shoulder straps, and a pair of black heels you step into the big gymnasium where the rest of all the third years are gathered. A waitress walks up to you with a tray in hand, offering you a welcome drink, probably champagne. You take a glass and nod your thanks. Taking a sip, you sigh and take in your surroundings. People are standing in groups, chatting, and laughing. You see Yamato, Konoha, Haruki, Yukie, and Kaori in the middle. Konoha looks your way and you lock eyes. He smiles widely and waves you over. The rest of the gang turns around and sees you too, all of them start to yell at you to rush over.

You smile at them and head towards the squad.

“(y/n)! you’re here!” Yukie excitedly exclaims.

“Yes. Here I am,” you laugh. “How’s everyone? Haven’t seen you all in ages.”

 You stand there talking with everyone. You chug the rest of your glass and turn around to grab another just as a round of applause is heard. You follow everyone’s gaze and see someone enter the gymnasium.

“Hey, hey, heeeeeey!” The voice echoes. A familiar voice.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” You chant and shove your champagne glass to Yukie. “I need to use the loo.”

“Wait- (y/n)!” She yells after you, but you’re already headed for the door that leads you towards the nearest toilet.

Your heart is beating hard, you can feel your pulse rising. Adrenaline has kicked in and you feel nervous. You’re breathing heavily as you reach the door, turning around slightly to just peek at the man that has made you react this way.

He hasn’t spotted you yet. He’s surrounded by girls and boys, welcoming their former ace to the reunion. You stand there, the door slightly opened, your body halfway through the doorframe and take him in.

He’s wearing ripped black jeans, a matching black tee, black vans, and a light blue jean jacket. His hair is spiked the same way as usual and his golden eyes are filled with happiness. He laughs loudly and scans the room like he’s looking for someone and then his orbs land on you. The way he gazes at you makes your whole-body shiver and you feel like you can’t breathe. You stand still, watching him watch you for a second more until you turn your body back and go through the door and towards the ladies’ room.

Once inside you stand by the door, back against it, trying to control your breathing.

Okay (y/n), calm down! Act normal and don’t freak out!

After 5 minutes you turn around and push the door and walk out, walking back to the gymnasium. You pass a hallway when suddenly-

“(y/n)?”

“Jesus fucking christ!” You jump. “Don’t scare me like that.” You exclaim and turn around and are met with a pair of golden eyes.

“Ah sorry,” Bokuto speaks, his hand rubbing the back of his head. “I just wanted to see how you were feeling. You rushed out so fast.”

“I’m fine,” you sigh. “I just needed to use the toilet.”

“Oh. Okay.” There’s a long pause. Both of you are silent.

“Bokuto-kun!” A female voice yells out, interrupting the awkward silence and you turn around to see where the female is.

“I should head back. Yukie is probably waiting for me,” you lie. “It was nice seeing you Bokuto,” you smile at him and turn around to leave, but he grabs you by the forearm and pulls you towards him.

“Let’s take a walk around the school. I don’t wanna head back just yet.”

“Bokuto I-“

“Please (y/n)? I haven’t seen you in ages and I just wanna talk.”

“Fine,” you sigh.

“Great,” he smiles. “Let’s go then!” He grabbed your hand instead and intertwined his fingers with yours as he dragged you down the hallway and escaped the voice of the girl that was calling his name.

He suddenly stops outside of your old classroom and you both stand there, panting and trying to control each other’s breathing.

“Felt like a teenager doing that,” he laughs. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just need a moment.” Still panting, you stay silent, and watch his tall frame. You stand up straight and clear your throat. Bokuto turns his body sideways and looks at you.

“Do you think it’s open?”

“I don’t know, but what do you wanna talk about Bokuto?” You speak up, wanting to get away from this situation. “We broke up. We’re exes, we’re not supposed to be like this.”

The silence returns, Bokuto’s eyes never leaving yours. You watch him, still out of breath you feel an aching pain in your chest. You fist both of your hands beside your body, tears starting to form in your eyes.

“I- shit,” you curse and let out a small laugh. “I need to leave.” You’re just about to turn around when Bokuto’s right arm slams itself on the wall to your left, stopping you in your tracks. You press your back to the wall and raise your head so you can meet his gaze. His tall frame towering over you.

“Don’t,” he sighs. “Don’t leave.” You don’t listen to his plea and try to leave again but this time he slams his left arm on the wall, caging you in.

“Bokuto. Let me go!”

“No!”

“I- What?”

“I came to this reunion mainly so I could see you,” he pauses before continuing. “I made up my mind that if you came, I would try to get you back, ‘cause I still fucking love you.” His golden eyes stare right into yours. You can see the determination in them.

“The way we broke things off, I should never have ended it that way. We shouldn’t have ended it that way. If I could go back and change it, I would’ve made you come with me. I was stupid to let you go.”

“Bokuto, I-“

“And stop calling me Bokuto!” he fumes. “You never called me that while we were dating and-“

“We’re not dating now!” You respond, interrupting him.

“I know!” He slams his right fist on the wall, making you jump. You have never seen Bokuto this upset before, not even when you broke up.

“I’m sorry. Shit (y/n) I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me. I-“

“It’s okay, Bo! It’s… fine,” you sigh out that last word. You let your head hang low, watching the ground, seeing how close his body is to you. You gulp, trying to contain your thoughts. You haven’t had any sexual contact with anyone for as long as you can remember, and seeing Bokuto now, here, this close makes you clench your thighs together. But you would not let your sexual desires over him take over. If he wanted you back, he had to tell you, and apologize.

“When I- We broke up I did it because I wanted to focus on volleyball.”

“Yeah, I know that.”

“Wait, let me finish.” You stay silent and let him continue.

“I wanted you to come with me, I wanted you with me so badly and I thought that I couldn’t let you come with me because I didn’t want you to stop chasing your dreams. Volleyball was my ambition, not yours.” He pauses for a second, collecting his thoughts and breathing before continuing. 

“But I was wrong and dumb. I didn’t ask what you wanted, I just assumed and chose for you. I should’ve talked it out with you, asked you if you wanted to come with me and I didn’t. I fucked up,” he takes a deep breath before yet again continuing talking, expressing his emotions.

“Over these past few years, I haven’t been able to let you go. You were always on my mind. You had taken over my head so bad that I started seeing things. Seeing you on the streets, in the audience while I was playing. I never stopped thinking about you. I even stalked your Facebook multiple times and-”

“You stalked my Facebook?” You look up, watching him. Your heart beating fast against your ribcage.

“Yeah, not my proudest moment but I did. I needed to see your face, needed to see what you were doing, and if you were seeing someone. If you were as miserable as I was,” he sighs, his eyes watching yours. “Please (y/n) I am desperate. I want you back. Give me a second chance. I need you back in my life. If you just give me a small chance, I will prove it to you that I will be one of the best decisions you’ll ever make.”

Bokuto sighs out loudly, like he was in pain, and places a kiss on top of your head before sinking so his eyes are in front of yours. His face just mere inches from yours.

“Just give me one chance. Just one so I can have you back. I want you (y/n). I want to be able to call you mine again. I just need one-“

You decide to instead of using words you crash your lips against his. Cutting him off mid-sentence, wrapping your arms around his neck. It only takes Bokuto a few seconds to respond by kissing you back, his body pressing itself close to yours, his forearms bracing him on the wall.  

You break off the kiss, bite your lip, and look into his golden shimmering eyes. “I never stopped loving you either.”

“Really? I expected you to have a boyfriend or fiancé by now.”

“No,” you groan. “I tried dating, but nobody compares to you.” He smiles widely at your words. Like a kid on Christmas morning.

“I’ll try to give you everything I can Bo, I’ll try-“

“Everything means nothing if I can’t have you (y/n)!” Blushing you look down, but Bokuto grabs your face in his hands and presses a kiss on your lips again. And again. You fist a handful of his shirt in your palms and press your body close to his, feeling his semi poking you and showing how much he wants you.

“You’re mine, (y/n). I love you so much,” he moans against your lips and then pushes his tongue inside of your mouth. His hands moving to grab your ass, pushing your pelvis against his. “I’m gonna prove it to you. I need you now. No time to waste.”

He pushes himself off you and turns around, trying to open your old classroom door and to his luck it does. His wide smile is back as he ushers you in.

“Wait- Bo! We can’t, not here.”

“Aww c’mon baby, it’ll be fun and besides,” he pauses, still looking at you as he undoes his belt. “I always wanted to fuck you in this classroom back in the day.”

His sentence makes you hurry inside, and you look around the now unfamiliar classroom. You hear Bokuto close and lock the door, the sound of his zipper being pulled down makes you turn around and face him. His pants are undone but still around his hips.

“Come here baby,” obeying, you take a few steps forward and stop once you’re in front of him. Both of his hands grab you by the waist and pull you forward, his lips instantly crashing to yours. His lips don’t stay on yours too long as they start to travel down the side of your neck towards your exposed collarbone. While his lips are giving your upper body some attention, his hands push your dress up, exposing your black lace thong to his fingertips.

Bokuto recognizes the material and stops his movements just so he can peek at your underwear. He grunts.

“Do you… like them?”

“I love them, baby. Jesus Christ.” Bokuto’s lips return to yours, his index and middle finger tracing the outline of your slit, making you squirm. He then removes them and ushers you to get up on one of the desks, and you do, but not before you remove your thong as sexy as you can, and throw it on the ground nearby.

“Babe, you’re gonna be the death of me!” he exclaims in a groan and hurries back to you. His body standing between your thighs. A slight breeze passes making you shudder, your nipples peek through your dress. Bokuto notices this and instantly with both of his hands, he pushes your dress down your arms and chest, making your breast spring free.

“Haven’t touched these girls in years,” he speaks while palming them both. “So beautiful.”

“Bo- I-“

“Shh love. It’s all about you now,” he removes his right hand just so he can tease your opening. Lubricating your core with your wetness before inserting a finger inside you, making you moan and throw your head back.

“Baby. Look at me,” he groans. You pull your head back and watch him. He removes his left hand and places it beside you, bracing all his weight on it while his other hand is occupied with your cunt. His finger going in and out of you, your walls clamping around him tightly. He snickers at how wet you feel around him and adds another finger, his middle and ring finger are fucking you slowly, too slow for your liking.

“Bokuto, please. I want more,” you moan.

“Easy now baby, I wanna savor this moment. Feeling your wet cunt around my fingers after such a long time,” he grunts. “God baby, you’re so wet.”

“I know, it’s all for you Bokuto.”

He licks his lips seductively and leans in closer to you, his breath hits your neck and makes your whole body shudder. His tongue comes out and licks you up from your collarbone to your ear, nibbling at your earlobe and making you let out a sigh in pleasure.

“Do you like that, hmm?” He snickers. “Do you like my fingers inside you (y/n)?”

“Y-Yes Bo, I-I love them,” you moan. He lets out a slight “fuck” as he rests his forehead on your shoulder and thrusts his digits harder inside your wet and aching core. Wanting you to cum so badly. He arches his fingers inside you, making them hit your g-spot.

“Bo, please. I’m so close,” you groan. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You keep on whining to him, the once familiar feeling returning to the pit of your stomach. The pressure in your lower abdomen is getting higher and higher. Your legs start to shake and in just a couple of seconds, you’re releasing yourself around his fingers, your right-hand wraps itself around his wrist, nails digging into his soft skin as you moan out loudly from orgasming. 

“Kou!” you scream, your walls clamping themselves around him, his fingers still going in and out of you, your legs shaking and your pelvis grinding itself on his hand. Eyes closed and mouth wide open and panting, trying to get your breathing under control.

After a minute, you open your eyes and are met by a smug smile as he removes his fingers and raises his hand to his lips, licking your juices off his fingers while still maintaining eye contact with you. 

“I missed the taste of you baby,” he groans. His long fingers going inside that beautiful mouth of his. A big smile on his lips, his excitement palpable. 

Once he has licked his fingers clean, he moves his hands to his pants and starts to pull them down his long legs along with his briefs, his cock springing free and colliding with his lower abdomen. Precum leaking from the tip. 

Your eyes are glued on his hard member. It’s as beautiful as you remember, two veins going around his shaft, the pink head craving attention. 

Your eyes never leave his crotch as his hand goes down and wraps itself around his hard cock, moving up and down slowly.

“You’re so eager, I love it baby, so sexy when you look at me like that,” his voice speaks, making you look up and meet his golden eyes. He takes a small step forward and with his hand that’s around his cock he traces your lips, mixing his precum with your wetness. 

“Wait Kou- Condom!” You moan. The fact that you managed to even utter those words surprised you, but you didn’t know who he’s been with.

“I didn’t bring one,” he answers. “Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you instead,” he groans and rams himself inside you. Your walls clenching around him tightly. Your heat making his cock twitch from excitement. 

“Fuck Kou, you- you feel amazing.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. I can feel you pulsating around me.” He’s still for a moment, letting you get used to him. Had he gotten bigger since you last were with him? Or had it just been such a long time since you’ve had sex? It didn’t matter to you, you loved the feeling of him stretching your walls, making your tight cunt ache for him to move.

His hips backtrack only to force themself back to you, colliding and hitting your g-spot, making you throw your head back and grip the edge of the table hard. Your eyes are closed as you take in all the pleasure that he’s giving you. He repeats the same action, he grunts and you moan at the friction.

“Baby look at me,” he moans, his hand going to your cheek, holding it with his large palm. “I want you to look at me.”

You answer him by moaning, opening your (y/e/c) eyes looking at him, pleasure displayed on his handsome face as he starts to increase both his speed and the power of his thrusts. His hips colliding against yours with a strong force. The pleasure is displayed on your face, a lewd look as you’re loving the way he continues to ram himself inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum inside of that pretty cunt, baby. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum,” he moans loudly, not caring if anyone hears him. He loved the excitement of knowing you could get busted having sex in your old classroom but he didn’t care. He had craved you for 3 long years and he wasn’t going to let this moment pass up. 

“I want a future with you,” he continues. “I want to marry you. I want to get you pregnant.” 

This makes your cunt clench for him. Your walls clamping themselves tightly around him. Marrying him? Pregnant? 

"Oh, you'd like that baby? You want me to breed you, baby?" His thrust hits hard, his cock going deep into your core. His eyes travel down, watching his cock going and out of you. The wetness surrounding it like lube, making it easy for him to thrust in and out of you. His gaze is locked on where both of you connect, watching the way your cunt swallows him whole.

"Fuck baby. Beg for me to fill you, I know you love the feel of my cum inside you."

"Oh god Kou, please fill me with your cum. Breed me," you almost sing. Your voice is filled with all kinds of emotions, pleasure consuming you.

"You want me to breed you, baby? Fill you up with all my sperm," he moans, his hands holding your hips in place as his thrusts got deeper and deeper inside you. The tip of his cock grazing your g-spot viciously, the pressure in your abdomen getting stronger after each thrust. The thought of you swollen with his child made him even harder and closer to reaching his climax. 

"Cum for me baby, I want you to cum for me. Cum with me. I'm so close," his thrusts get sloppier and you know he is near his release. 

"Cum with me Koutarou. Let's do it together."

"Fuck (y/n)," his whole body stills as he ejaculates inside you. The warmth of his semen spurting in you, coating your walls and you follow him soon afterward. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you coat his cock with your release. 

Your body is shaking from the intense orgasm you just had, your teeth biting into your lower lip and you feel him move, his still hard cock going in and out of you. Bokuto is making sure that his cum doesn’t come out, to make sure you’re bred and hoping you get pregnant from this. 

"Mhm Kou," you moan. Your eyes glance up to his face. A big smile was plastered on his lips. 

"That was so hot baby. I want more."

"I don't think I can stand," you giggle. His eyes are watching you, the smile on your face making his heart squeeze harder and being filled with all his love for you. 

"What now?" Your tender voice asks. 

"I'm waiting."

"... On what?" 

"For you to calm down before I go for round two,” he smirks. 

“W-Wait. Hold on. Round two?”

“You didn’t think I was already finished with you, baby? I’m just getting started.” With that being said, he flips you over. The action making his cock get pulled out from your heat. 

You’re bent over and your front is pressed against the now warm desk. His hands start to caress your body, from the base of your neck to your naked ass. He gives your ass some attention before slapping each cheek, making you jump from the sudden action.

"I could just cum from the sight of you," he grunts. "I'm gonna cum inside you again, to make sure you're bred."

"Kou-tarou~," you moan as he enters you without warning, his cock rock hard and coated in both your juices and his semen. His hands holding your hips still as he thrusts deep inside you. Ramming his cock hard into your wet and tight core. His fingertips are digging hard into your flawless skin, leaving a mark but you don’t care. The only thing that’s going through your mind right now is the way his cock is pounding into your wet and swollen cunt.

"I won't stop until you're dripping with my cum, to be sure you're pregnant with my child," he almost screams. "Jesus fuck baby the way you clench around me is wonderful."

Your cunt clenches harder around his cock, the thought of being pregnant with his child makes you reach some kind of bliss that you never thought you could. The soft image pops up in your mind for a second, but it’s soon gone as one of his hands grabs your shoulder, his other following suit.

You can feel his semen leaking out as he continues to ram into you, and you know he notices it cause he lets out a snicker. 

"My cum is seeping out of your pussy, but I'll fill you up again baby. I'll fill you up again and again."

"Kou- I'm gonna cum again," you moan. Your left hand holding the edge of the desk while your right one is in front of you, trying to grab something and it does as Bokuto's right hand comes forward and intertwines with yours, clamping around it. His body pressed against yours. Feeling his breath on your neck.

"Say it, baby, say what I want to hear."

"P-Put a baby inside me Koutarou please."

"Fuck yes," he moans vocally, biting down on your neck as he fills your cunt with his cum, the feel of his cum inside you again makes you clench around him and you reach your climax. 

"Yeah, my cum makes you orgasm so fucking hard right baby?"

"Mhm," you answer, too worn out to even form your own words. 

You press the side of your face on the desk and close your eyes. You're breathing heavily, so is Bokuto. His warm breath hitting your neck, making goosebumps form on all of your body. 

"(y/n)?"

"Yeah?" 

"I'm getting soft."

"Oh my god!" You giggle. 

"Stop. You're making me fall out, stop it!" This makes you laugh out loud, this man who just minutes ago went all sex god on you is now filled with concern. 

"Are you alright though? I wasn't too hard? Or rough? Or-"

"Baby, you were perfect," you answer in a giggle, interrupting his worrying self. 

There's a comfortable silence surrounding you both, not a single word is uttered. The only sound is the sound of your breathing. 

Suddenly you feel him move and pull himself out of you. Bokuto is fast with tucking himself inside his briefs and pulling his pants up, buckling his belt too. While doing this, you feel his cum seeping out from your hole.

"Hold on I'm on it," his voice speaks and you can hear him look for something to clean you up with. "This will do."

He's back fast and with some paper towels that are not very nice to your lady parts, and he cleans you up. The feeling of the paper made you wince, both from being sensitive and roughly fucked by your ex and now boyfriend, but also from the paper not being soft enough for your liking. 

"I'm done, there," he softly speaks, his voice filled with tenderness but also worry, that it was hurting you. He wasn't. He was doing something so much more, and you loved him for that. 

Getting up and getting dressed was the part where it got uncomfortable for you, his eyes stared at you as you dressed, fixing both your gown and hair, making it not look like you’ve just been fucked. 

Your thoughts wander to what had just happened. Was this just some kind of roleplay or did he want to impregnate you? Not that it mattered for you, you couldn’t care less because you got what you had wanted for years. Him.

Once you’re done you turn around and see that Bokuto is already watching you, a big smile on his lips. 

"What?"

"Nothing. You’re just so beautiful I can stare at you all night.”

"I-" you blush. “Thank you.”

"Now,” he says as he takes a small step forward and grabs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him. His smile still there and you can see how his eyes are glowing. 

“I love you,” he kisses you. “I love you so much (y/n). You’re the love of my life.”

"Again."

"Huh?" He turns his head to the side, not knowing what you mean. 

"Say it again. I need to hear it again." With confidence, he grabs your face in his hands and holds you in place. His eyes watching yours and with the softest smile on his lips, he says: 

"I love you.”

"I love you too." You sigh in happiness and he seals your lips with a passionate kiss. Both of you smiling through the kiss in pure bliss. 

He pulls away and grabs your hand and starts to lead you out of the classroom and in the opposite direction of the party. Confusion consumes you as you speak.

"Kou, baby. The party is that way," you giggle and point down the other side of the hall. 

"I know. We're not returning."

"We're not?" You ask in confusion.

"No."

"Why not?" He stops in his tracks and you collide with his rock hardback. He turns around, smirking.

"We have 3 years of lovemaking to do and I want you in my bed when doing that." He returns and walks you out and into the parking lot, leading to his car and a future of you and him together again. Nothing could stop you now.

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WHERE WERE YOU (parts 1 & 2)

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WHERE WERE YOU (parts 1 & 2)

[part 1]

Where were you in ’22? The end of the honeymoon The mask is off and the creature is coming through Out of the void that cuts between the eye and the screen

What does she see, young futurist, 1913 Crystal ball, looking down on me— Who damns them all among the fallen— She who fell in with the yelling shiny metal boys? Yes they knew there’s an art to noise That now’s where the time ahead destroys the ashen past But they left their caskets wide Half of them turned fascists while the other half died

Why’s it that a ticket out Is always a Faustian deal with the devil? The field’s not level; whatever— Give me the lever, just give me the lever Just give me a lever and a place to stand I can move the world, I can move the world Give me a lever and a place to stand And I'll move the world, and I'll move the world

But where am I? And why’s this mirror here? Why does it shine with the disappeared? World War One and all to come The spiral swallows up a hundred years Is it wrong that I long for correction? Some invective retrospective court To flex a hand around the necks of Bush, Thatcher, Musk Bastards all who stacked the decks

So who is next? Not Benedetta Cappa, or the table-rapping Foxes yet Tried to escape from their boxes Without a say in their age or their sex Besides, who can test whether the perception I got is correct? Whether I’m inventing a special effect? Am I a lone tall tree in the woods unwrecked unchecked from dusk to sunset?

Where were you in ’22? The death of solitude The end of your tolerance for the call of a prophet Who fed you dreams or the fear of a bloody coup But how did you get here? What did they do to you? And when is now? I mean really, what in hell is now? A junkie who, caught between the memory of flight and terror of the night Begs: what can my money do?

That’s what I get for having two eyes to read with, see with Maybe size up the summer roughness From above this burning forest, California’s poorest, smoke on all horizons Who let all the flies into this version of my life? Am I dying? Where were you in ’22? Go get your alibi, son Make it a good lie

Where were you in ’22? Where were you in ’22? Got one more window to look through Where were you?

[part 2]

The Angel of History turns an eye to the graveyard Growing and churning without a border or safeguard But blown back by the force of the past, The tyrannical gnashing of teeth and the panicking death screech, The Angel of history is paralyzed by a shock to the spine called progress Trinity bomb test, 1945 Everybody ever alive, when you rise, I’ll fall and apologize

I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I dreamed of Kemdi Amadiume, where I could see the future And I’m sorry was I all I could tell her Creation is sorry; you deserved better I’m so sorry, sorry The words echo wide to the first ever suicide in the Kalahari And everything tumbling after Hell of a way to conclude the first chapter

So where were you in 22? Who am I talking to? The slaughterhouse animals in the cages all going blue Illegal to film but they’re killed for you to chew And the angel is crying at the Bronx Zoo Are you talking to the meteor in space You’re hoping will break through, come and erase Cut the Gordian knot, plot dissolves, columns fall All our problems going small?

Or are you talking to your parents whom you even still make excuses for 'cause you’re in the will? Executor, testatrix, execution in the matrix Am I talking to entitled generational wealth? The feedback loop spins a Fabergé shell Gilded with rubies and amber gels Waiting to be smashed, cast a spell

Hell, I guess what I mean is take yourself back to fourteen The first and only evening you could see with clarity right and wrong And share with me: do you owe that kid a song? Or were you killed by the age-fifteen version And the guilt that made age sixteen worse And seventeen, eighteen like dominoes And when they come, can you tell where the kid goes?

Are you swallowing the previous minute down? Does this verse chew the last and spit it out? Animal to animal, cannibal to cannibal Man ate the neanderthal What claim do you have at all? Don’t blame the black hole’s gravity well Don’t blame the crocodile eating itself But where you in '22 when the curtain finally finally finally fell?

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Satellite

A/N: Hi friends! Here's the second chapter of the sequel. This one was a bit difficult to write so I'm really apprehensive about posting it. Please let me know what you think and if you have any thoughts or feedback! Warnings: None.

Chapter 2 I felt the color drain from my cheeks and my breath catch in my throat. How was I supposed to explain my way out of this one?

Harry looked at me expectantly, waiting for my grand narrative. But, for several moments, my mind went blank. I couldn’t think of a single reasonable response. I kept my eyes on the road and my grip firmly on the steering wheel though my palms were now starting to sweat.

“H- uhhh, how? How did you find out?” I finally spoke, my eyes on the car in front of us.

“Chris told me.” Harry’s voice was calm and casual. Unlike his body language.

Dammit Christopher!

“I can’t believe he told you! I honest-”

“He didn’t know he was telling me!” The frustration finally got away from him and he got louder. “He thought I already knew. I called him yesterday to discuss the press tour. The fact that you’d be joining us came up. I asked how excited he was to see you, so he told me. What was he supposed to do? Lie to me?”

We’d finally arrived at my place. I stopped the car, pulled it into park, and killed the engine. sitting back in my seat, I slowly turned my head towards Harry with a deep, remorseful sigh. I hadn’t thought this through. I never thought that I’d have to explain myself to him. But to be fair, I never thought he and I would see each other again either.

“Why didn’t you tell me? You guys broke up before I even left for LA. Which means….” He ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head. “It means, when you were crying, hugging me goodbye…when I begged you to give us a real chance…you were single. The Christopher excuse wasn’t an issue at that point. Ten whole months! We texted, spoke on the phone sometimes…you never once brought it up.”

Yet again, Harry looked at me impatiently. 

“You know what I think?” He spoke again when I made no attempt at interjecting. “I think you don’t wanna be with me. That’s why you didn’t want me to know. Which, I guess, is fine. I just wish you’d said that from the start. It was always just about sex for you.”

“Harry-”

“I mean, in your defense you did tell me. Repeatedly. ‘No sleepovers’ remember? ‘No lovemaking. Just sex.’ You made sure I knew it. Every chance you got. I was just too in love with you to listen. It’s my fault really…” Harry looked at his own reflection in the car windshield as he spoke, but the heartbreak wasn’t lost on me. I didn’t need to look into his eyes to know how upset he was. And the fact that I had done that to him, I was the reason that he felt this way,  was breaking my heart.

“What a fucking idiot. I- I convinced myself that what you and I had was different than you and Chris…I thought that I’d seen a side of you that he never got. Figured that, even if I wasn’t the only person in your life, I was still special. I guess I was just lying to myself. I was just a crutch for you. ”

“No, no, no. Wrong. You’re wrong. That’s stupid.” I finally spoke, shaking my head and letting tears fall down my face. “That’s not what happened, Harry. Okay? How could you think that? Is that what you think of me? After everything we…” My voice was fading as I fought off a sob.

“After everything we what? Hmm? Everything we what, Matilda? Put yourself in my shoes. What else am I supposed to think??”

“You’re yelling at me.” I unlocked my door and got out of the car, slamming the door shut behind me.

Harry followed suit, grabbing his luggage out of the trunk first. I ran up the stairs, trying to get as far away from him as possible. Even though I knew I couldn’t get too far. He was, afterall, staying with me.

Harry set his luggage down by the door and moved to stretch his legs.

“Harry, I’m s-”

“We shouldn’t say anything more. And I’m sorry for yelling.”

“I can explain-”

“No. I don’t wanna talk to you. Not right now. Not about this. Look, the Q&A at the college is tonight, and I’d like to shower and squeeze in a nap. Could I use your restroom please?”

I nodded and watched him pull out some clothes from his suitcase and disappear into the bathroom. I collapsed onto the couch. Crying.

***

The event at the college went smoothly. Harry was gracious and funny and personable, and even stuck around for photos and autographs afterwards. I offered to take him out to dinner afterwards, but he politely declined. Our flight to LA was early the next morning, and he had to get back quickly because he was playing a few nights at the Forum in between movie interviews, so it was best for both of us to pack and get to sleep. 

It occurred to me then that I hadn’t set up a place for him to sleep, or even gotten an extra mattress because I’d assumed we’d just share the same bed when he got here. So, that night, as I made up the couch for myself to sleep on, I thought about how he was sleeping just a few feet away, and yet he felt so far. I thought about what I could do to make it up to him. To make him hear me out. To show him how sorry I am. It’d need to be a grand gesture. I need a plan.

***

“I’ve never flown first class before.” I took a sip out of the coffee that a flight attendant had brought me.

“Movie budget, babe.” Harry winked at me playfully. At least he was in a joking mood this morning. That’s a good sign.

Forty-five minutes later, the plane was ready for take-off, and my anxiety kicked in. All the luxuries of a first class ticket had done a lot to ease my airport anxiety. Getting to check in early, speeding through security, even getting access to the VIP lounge, but no amount of money or privilege was going to help me forget the fact that we’re basically inside a small metal box hurtling through the air now.  I wished I could reach out and hold Harry’s hand for comfort. But it’d be unfair to him. I didn’t want him to feel like a crutch again. That’d be the opposite of a grand gesture. 

I closed my eyes and sat back in my seat, gripping the arms of the chair and squeezing tightly. I attempted to focus on my breathing, but the change in air pressure as the plane ascended made it really hard to pretend I wasn’t flying. As though reading my mind, Harry reached over and took my hand in his, squeezing it gently. “You alright, darlin’? You look a bit green.”

I almost teared up right then and there. Relief washed over me as I heard his voice. “I- ummm. Not a fan of flying.”

“Can I get you anything? A sip of water, some nausea meds?” 

I held onto him for dear life. “No, no. Please don’t go. Just…talk. Distract me.”

Harry smiled reassuringly and relaxed his arm in my tight grip, giving me more room to squeeze. “Alright, ummm. Would you like to hear what I have planned for tour? You’re welcome to come, by the way, to any of the LA dates.”

I nodded, leaning in to listen intently as he went on and on in great detail about the outfits, the setlist, his fans, the crew that he wanted to introduce me to. Soon enough, the fact that we were suspended in the middle of the sky didn’t seem urgent in my mind anymore.

***

Backstage, at The Forum, the audience’s energy vibrated through the walls. It was contagious to everyone on Harry’s team and the venue’s staff. From photographs to stylists, assistants, crew, band….everyone had one thing on their mind: to put on the best show they could possibly pull off tonight. I wandered the halls, watching as everyone moved with purpose, and browsing the frame portraits on the walls of great rock legends who’d performed here through the decades, smiling to myself at the thought of Harry being on the same level at such musical legends. He deserves every bit of success that he’s accomplished. That’s one thing everyone here also knew. Harry has earned it.

Finally, I’d found my way to the dressing room. “Harry Styles” was labeled with the “LOVE ON TOUR 2022” Logo on the door. I knocked.

“Thank you for coming” Harry kissed my cheek, letting me in. 

“Are you kidding? I’m so glad you asked me!”

“Want you to hear the album. I mean, I know you’ve heard it. But  live is different. Just wait until you hear ‘Matilda.’”

For a while after the album was released, I sat up every night, listening to ‘Matilda’ on a loop, thinking about how his voice sounded in the song, how it was exactly the same as when he’d affectionately call me ‘Matilda’ almost everyday. How the song felt like a private letter that I could still share with the world without losing any sense of privacy. The thoughtfulness and care that he’d showed me was overwhelming, at times unbearable. To the point where I had to force myself to stop thinking about it after a while because it always inevitably made me sob. So, to say that I was excited to experience this song live would be an understatement.

There was a knock on Harry’s dressing room door, then a Forum staff member came in with a huge bouquet of flowers delivered to Harry. Harry thanked him and took the flowers, studying them gracefully then setting them down to read the card that they arrived with.

He opened the card, stared at it with sparkling eyes for a moment, a large grin painted on his face, his cheeks blushing. He couldn’t stop smiling.

“Who are those from?”

[angstysebfan]

The Past Can Break You - 3

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: 

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Bucky tried for several hours to try and get you to open the door. You ignored him, not wanting to see him because you were so angry with him. He promised he would change and make more time for you, and then he leaves you in the middle of sex for her! Dot is his priority, as far as you’re concerned. You roll your eyes as you think about the “trauma” she had. You know she is using their past to manipulate him, and he is being stupid and letting her. Well now he must face the consequences for his actions. 

You stare up at the ceiling of your old room as you again, for the millionth time, hear the knock and pleads of your boyfriend from the other side of the door. “Please, baby. Open up. I’ll let you scream at me, you can even hit me. I know I deserve it. Just let me see you, please,” he begs.

God this is getting pathetic, you thought. You sigh and figure it’s time to give him an earful and some food for thought. You walk over to the door and unlock it, before opening it to reveal Bucky looking disheveled. He still has no shirt on, just his sweats from last night.

“What could you possibly want me to say to you, Bucky? You obviously made your choice in this. You are allowing Dot to manipulate you to keep you away from me. She wants you back, and it’s completely obvious. You say you want to prioritize me, but you prioritized her! I’ve tried to be calm and understanding to what she is going though, but enough is enough!” you yell, causing Bucky to flinch.

He opens his mouth to speak but you continue, “Ever since she found out that we are dating, she has made it her sole mission to separate us. Do you even care that your actions are killing me? Do you even care that I have cried myself to sleep so many times at night that I forgot how to fall asleep without crying? Do you even care that you are shattering my heart with your actions?!” you yell as tears fall down your face.

Bucky now has tears falling as well as he takes in your words. He didn’t realize just how bad he had made the situation. He needed to fix this. He couldn’t lose you. You were the best thing that has ever happened to him, and he can’t believe that has been so stupid. He walks up and wraps his arms around you, allowing you to cry in his chest. He buries his face in your neck and cries also.

You don’t know how long you have been standing in your doorway crying, but after some time you pull away. Bucky looks at you with sad eyes, “Tell me it’s not too late for me to fix this. I-I don’t want to lose you,” he says in a raspy voice.

You sigh and look down, “I think I need some time to think about things. You need to figure out where your priorities lie. I’ll stay in here for a bit until I’m ready and then we can talk, okay?” you ask.

It breaks your heart to see the distraught nature of Bucky’s face at your words, but you need him to understand how his actions have made you feel. He nods and quickly pulls you into a hug and then slots his lips on yours in a heated kiss. When you pull away he looks you dead in the eyes, “I’m going to make this right. I am going to show you that you, and you alone are what I want and need. That you are my top priority. I promise,” he says.

As he turns and walks away, you can’t help but say, “Don’t make promises you might not be able to keep.”

Bucky stops and looks at you sadly. He really messed up. He finally turns away and walks back to your shared room, that he will now live in alone. When he closes the door he slides down to the ground and openly sobs. How could he be so stupid. How could he not see what was happening. Now he might lose the love of his life because of his past. 

--

Dot is sitting in her room, feeling rather victorious. She overheard your argument with Bucky, and knows that now that you are separating yourself from Bucky, she will have a better chance to win him back. She sighs at the thought of having her love back with her. She was surprised that he didn’t take her back immediately, as she was his first love. Yes, ok so it was like 80 years ago, but I mean the fact that they were both together after all this time, must be fate.

Suddenly her door opens and shows the man she has been thinking about. Dot looks up and smiles, “Hey Jamie! What’s wrong?” she asks, deciding to pretend she is innocent and knows nothing. Always worked with guys. So easy.

“We need to talk, now,” Bucky says, anger evident in his voice. 

Dot’s smile disappears. She figured he would be upset, but not angry, and not at her. “What’s going on?” she asks with a furrow of her brow.

“This is over, Dot. Whatever you are trying to do, it’s done. I know you are dealing with a lot, but you need to start figuring it out for yourself. I am done putting you before Y/N,” he says.

Dot can’t help but roll your eyes. “Oh is she upset with you again Jamie? I mean I understand being slightly threatened by our past, but she obviously doesn’t trust you. If she can’t trust you, then she isn’t good enough for you. Maybe it’s time for you to cut your loses and return to me,” Dot said.

“She has every reason to be upset! I’ve neglected her! I just want to know... are those panic attacks that you have even real,” he asks.

Dot feigns being offended, “How dare you! Of course they are! Look at all I have gone through! I volunteer for something back in the 40′s and wake up in 2020′s. There is a lot of thoughts and feelings I feel and I don’t know how to process them! Is she saying I am lying?”

“I am saying you are lying. You always seem fine when we are together, but the moment I go to my girlfriend you start freaking out. You are trying to keep me away from her,” Bucky says, his voice raising.

“I feel comfortable with you, Jamie! I love you! Of course I feel better when you are near! It’s not my fault you tried to move on! But tell me this, if you don’t love me like you did, and you love her, why then did you constantly leave your girl for me? You obviously are still in love with me! So dump the girl and let’s be together!” Dot yelled.

“You’re crazy! Seriously you are delusional! You use me being a good friend and a gentleman against me to separate me from the woman that I truly love. Well it stops now! You need to get your ass in gear because it will take me nothing to turn you out of the compound to fend for yourself. If Steve and I can make it work, so can you. And your trauma is nothing compared to what we have gone through. So get yourself together and figure your life out. I am done playing these games with you!” Bucky says before leaving Dot’s room.

Dot sat there stunned at the last outburst. If Bucky thinks that she will go down without a fight to the death for him, then he doesn’t know her at all. Dot always gets what Dot wants. No matter the cost.

--

Bucky knocked on Natasha’s door, trying to calm himself down from his conversation with Dot. Nat opened the door and immediately tried to close it, “Nat please! I need your help,” Bucky begged.

She rolled her eyes and allowed him in. He sat there and told her everything about what happened last night, and this morning with Y/N and Dot. Natasha smacked him upside the head at least 4 times for being dumb. When he was done explaining everything he looked sadly at Natasha, “So will you help me? I have a plan that will allow Y/N the time she asked to think, while also showing her that she is my priority. She is the love of my life. Please?” Bucky begged.

Nat knew how much you and Bucky loved each other. She knew how happy you both were, so she agreed to help. Bucky laid out the plan to Nat and they both agreed to set it in motion. Bucky felt better already. He told off Dot, got your best friend to help him, and now all he needed was to win you back. He hoped he wasn’t too late.

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Chapter 2 / Chapter 4

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