#purely to knock buck unconscious

[thelikesofus]

I find it really interesting that we weren't introduced to the 'victims' at the lightning call. Like even before the well in Eddie Begins and before the shooting as well we went to the calls knowing the victims and the 'reason' for the call but this time all we get is a little bit of chitchat in the truck and Chim and Hen in the ambulance and then we just pull up on the scene and get right to evacuating a building full of faceless stranger. They have no side character narrative to focus on.

Buck is the entire focus of this call, this incident. The only focus is Buck and the reaction of the rest of the fire fam.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

texting Stan and Ford headcanons

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Stan Pines

✧ Stan is the kinda guy who thinks emojis are a scam, but somehow, he figured out how to use the "thumbs up" and "money bag" emoji. so, expect a lot of those in your chats.

✧ his text tone is rough, a little misspelled, typed like he's yelling even when he isn’t. Half of his texts are in all caps, and he absolutely does not care about grammar. but he gets the point across, always.

✧ you’re getting messages at 3 am about some ‘brilliant’ scheme to make a quick buck. he’ll send, “LISTEN, doll, what if we made... GIANT… glitter-filled eggs for easter? Tourists'll go NUTS." you reply, half-asleep, with “Stan, ily but go to bed." and all you get back is a “🤬 YOU GOTTA THINK BIGGER!”

✧ Stan sends those weird chain messages he swears are from some “hotshot businessman” that’ll make you rich in a week. and when you don’t respond immediately, you get a: “Fine, Miss Doubtful, see you when I’m rolling in gold.”

✧ there are whole days where he just floods your phone with random, blurry photos of some new Mystery Shack "artifact" he found. It’s usually junk he picked up at a garage sale, like a “haunted” ashtray or some knock-off painting that’s “probably ancient.”

✧ If he’s feeling sappy (and tipsy): you might get a rare “thinking bout you, sweet thing” at 2 am. but if you try to call him on it the next day, he’ll just be like “Didn’t say that. You’re makin’ stuff up.”

✧ when he’s really riled up about something, though? then his messages are just. . . a stream of caps-lock curses, mixed with misspelled attempts to describe whatever nonsense he just got himself into. you just sit back and let him rant; he’ll cool off eventually.

✧ and the voice messages are something else. they sound like he’s talking through a fan half the time. one minute, he’s rambling about how tourists are “the dumbest suckers on the planet” and the next, he’s ranting about how “bigfoot definitely broke into the shack last night!"

types of messages Stan texts: 

"So… whatcha wearin’? 😏"

“Hey doll, I just found a penny on the ground! Maybe today’s my lucky day… hint hint ;)"

"I’d say somethin’ romantic, but I think my brain just shorted out. You’re a little too cute for a guy like me."

"Just tried that new café downtown. Ordered coffee… tastes like they filtered it through someone’s laundry. You’d hate it. Wanna come mock it with me?"

"Not gonna lie, I miss that face of yours. So what’re we doin’ about it, huh?"

“Again missin’ that cute little smile of yours… maybe you could send me a pic to remind me?”

"Wanna help me scam the tourists today? I’ll split the loot with ya… maybe ;)”

"You wouldn’t believe what I caught Ford muttering in his sleep. Man’s like a walking encyclopedia, even when he’s unconscious."

“Got any plans later? Thought maybe we could… y’know… not have plans together."

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Ford Pines 

✧ hehehehe he’s like an old-school emailer who’s just now getting the hang of messaging apps. texts in complete sentences, full punctuation, like he’s drafting a dissertation.

✧ He sends you whole paragraphs at random hours, talking about some discovery he’s made, like he’s reporting directly to NASA. you’re like, “Ford, it's just a weird-looking squirrel." and he's already typing another essay about its "possible interdimensional origins."

✧ once in a while, he’ll send you a message that says, “Are you awake?” at, like 3 am followed by a string of thoughtful yet completely bonkers hypotheses. you find it cute, though, his mind never stops, not even for a second.

✧ If he’s feeling bold, you might even get a “hypothetical” confession out of him: “Hypothetically, if one were to develop... strong emotional attachment to a certain person... how would one proceed?" You tease him about it the next day, and he gets flustered, “It was purely scientific curiosity."

✧ Ford isn’t big on emojis, but he likes the brain and alien ones, using them poetically. he’ll sign off texts with a single brain emoji, like it’s his version of a little goodbye wave.

✧ on really rare occasions, he’ll send a voice message. they’re always way too long, and it’s usually him whispering so he doesn’t wake Stan up. he goes on about cosmic rays or “gravity anomalies,” his voice dropping lower when he gets excited. you live for those moments

✧ and if he ever texts you a “good night,” you just know he’s been up thinking about it for hours, trying to figure out if it’s “appropriate.”

types of messages Ford texts: 

“It’s been approximately 3 hours, 12 minutes, and 23 seconds since our last conversation… not that I’m counting or anything. Just… miss you."

sends a meme about science nerds “Us. But mostly me.”

“My hands ache from writing… though perhaps if it were writing about you, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Do you think about me too, or am I the only one utterly ruined by this… whatever this is?”

“I’ve been thinking about that book you lent me... 🤔 It’s honestly so much more interesting than I expected, thank you for recommending it."

"I don’t know how to work this... But I managed to send a meme! It’s not the worst thing I’ve done, I suppose? 

“I did it. I fixed the telescope. Finally. Now we can actually look at the stars like we’ve talked about. :)"

"I hope you’re feeling okay today. I noticed you seemed a little stressed the other day. Don’t forget to take care of yourself. :) It’s important."

"If I could rearrange the periodic table, I’d put U and I together. :( Sorry, nerdy joke... :’D)”

ps - I CANT THEYRE SO CUTE BOTH I WANT TO SMASH THEM AGAINST THE WALL

lmao if someone wants, i can write some spicy types of chatting with them :)))

[incognit0slut]

nASty car sex w spencer and r who just can't wait after he's released from prison

based on: gangsta by kehlani and/or heaven by julia michaels ♡

I hope this is filthy enough for you. Also, let’s pretend his mother being kidnapped never happened, okay? okay. 1.5k.

warnings: fingering, public sex, slight spit kink, no plot just pure smut

HEAVEN TO YOU

“…they say all good boys go to heaven, but bad boys bring heaven to you…”

When Spencer insisted on taking a different car after you and the team arrived to pick him up from the facility, you thought he simply wanted to spend quality time with you. You knew he missed you, but you didn't think he would actually park the car in the middle of nowhere, just for him to push your panties aside and bury his fingers deep inside your pussy.

But you weren't complaining. Because you missed him too much to even consider how messed up this was. Two federal agents trying to maul each other in the middle of broad daylight at the side of the road. Granted, the car wasn't exactly visible to passersby from all the overgrowing shrubs surrounding this area, but it was still very public nonetheless.

You were in the passenger seat, your jeans innocently laying on the floor as you spread your thighs apart, watching the way his fingers rocked into your wet cunt. His pace was relatively slow, but you soaked up every thrust, and every now and again, he'd curled his fingers, bringing you closer to the edge every time.

"You're gorgeous," he muttered. "I don't think I've ever seen you this wet."

You honestly think you had never been this wet before, and to be fair, you had never seen him as eager as now. Sex with your boyfriend was usually soft and lazy, something you were used to, and no, it didn't mean you thought any less of the time he was sweet towards you. But this... this felt like you were with an entirely different person.

He wasn't exactly rough, but you could tell he was desperate in the way he touched you. But how could he not feel the way he was feeling now when you looked like this? Head tilted back in pleasure, mouth agape as your breathing got more and more irregular, your eyebrows scrunched together. His eyes wandered down to your aching cunt as his fingers become drenched in your arousal. You were squeezing him torturously, on the edge of your break.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, languid swipes over your aching hole and your clit, spreading your juices tortuously till you meet his gaze. Your chest began to heave, your hips unconsciously bucking against his hand as he worked over you casually, your legs opening wider and wider for him which seemed to please him judging by how fast his fingers began to work your clit.

"S-Spence," you whined. "Please..."

He groaned at the sight of you, all desperate for more. He needed to feel you wrapped around his cock.

"Get in the back," he ordered, and you quickly jumped over the console eagerly. He followed suit, and after fumbling with his pants and pulling himself out, he positioned you securely in his lap. Absentmindedly, you ground down against him, desperate for him to fill you. Time was ticking, you could be caught any minute. You needed to feel him now.

Understanding your urgency, he dropped his head, curls flopping into his eyes, while he gripped the base of his cock in his hand to ease the head into your entrance. You sighed contentedly, already feeling stretched as your warmth swallowed him inch by inch.

The stretch had a hint of painful sting but you eased yourself with his tip, coaxing your hips to let more of him in. You moaned, his name uttered in a whiny tone, as his hard length finally disappeared inside of you, your walls gripping him impossibly tightly.

A choked gasp escaped you. The weight of him inside of you was so heavy, his thick length filling you up to the point where you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. Then your hips rocked instinctively, and his fingers dig into your waist, grinding you down on him, forcing small whimpers from you each time his cock pressed deeper into you.

Spencer delved you in a hungry kiss, nibbling on your bottom lip as he pushed his tongue deep into your mouth. His fingers roamed your body while doing so, stopping just over your blouse before he slowly unbuttoned it, pushing the material aside when he finally released the last button.

His kiss traveled down your neck, and you threw your head back, giving him more access as you continued to rock your hips against his crotch. "I've missed you," he whispered lowly, sucking on your pulsing point and moving his lips to your collarbones and down to the valley of your breasts. He swiftly pulled your bra out of the way, exposing your aching nipples begging for his attention.

And he gave you just that, wrapping his lips on your right nipple, sucking onto your skin hungrily as you continued to bounce on his lap. A sudden rut of his hips sent pleasure shooting through you, pushing a moan from you that filled the narrowed space of the car. 

Then he urged you to lean back and your hand came behind you as you braced yourself on the center console. You watched as he slightly raised your hips, and his thick cock slid out of you partway, glistening with your juices, splitting your pussy apart around it. 

Keeping his eyes on where you were connected, he craned his neck down, and you gasped when he pushed out all of the liquid from his mouth. It fell in a steady flow down onto your clit, glittering in the light, slowly dripping through your folds and down the length of his cock, gathering at the base before it traveled down his thighs and onto the leather seats.

And when you thought he couldn't surprise you any further, he proved you wrong by pressing a thumb over your clit, teasing you in rapid motions that turned you into a whining mess. He continued rubbing circles into it, slipping easily over the swollen nub with all the slick coating you both. Strangled moans were forced out of you as your eyes squeezed shut, the pleasure in your brain sending you closer to the edge.

"I-I'm gonna—" you stammered, losing your focus as the sensation coursed through your veins. "I'm gonna cum if you d-don't stop—"

His thumb sped up, pressing against your clit harder. "I’ve got you," he whispered, his hoarse voice filling your ears. "Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you.”

Your hips buck up against his hand and before you knew it, your thighs were clenching and your body was shaking. Your eyes fluttered open, wanting to see him, and fuck, you sobbed in pleasure right at that moment because watching him inhale through clenched teeth and lick a sharp swipe of his tongue across his lips was enough for you to reach your high.

The pleasure kept on traveling along your body, and you whimpered, your eyes focusing on him. Your body was starting to tremble, telling you what it already knew—that it was going to be too much, but you didn't care, because he was now thrusting his hips into you. Your eyes traveled down, watching the way his cock disappeared inside you again, and a fresh wave of cream gathered around his thickness as kept rutting in and out of your pussy.

He pulled you closer, grabbing onto your hands before he draped them around his neck. And then his lips were crashing into yours again, messy and hungry, hips smacking harder against yours as he plunged his cock into you from below. Your tongues explored each other feverishly, swapping spit between you, so much so that it coated your lips and chin until you were both slippery.  

Your body felt as if it was on fire. Pressed against his chest, you felt him everywhere—his hair caressing your shoulders, his scent filling your nostrils, his low, strained voice coating your senses like honey. Everything felt intoxicating. You felt extremely full and stretched out, but somehow it wasn't enough, and you told him just that. You told him how you wanted to be full of him. You told him how you wanted all of his cum to every last fucking drop.

The sound he let out after that sent pleasure right into your core. His fingers were digging into your thighs so desperately that you were sure it would leave bruises on your skin.

Everything felt overwhelming and intoxicating, yet you melted into him. His hands, though rough, seemed to navigate your skin with a kind of practiced tenderness.

You felt him losing control as he thrust himself frantically into you, his tip hitting that delicious spot inside you, and it set off a series of sparks, your throat barely able to let out a scream before a rush of warm liquid gushed out of your cunt. Then with one last thrust of his hips, forehead sticking to yours, eyes wide and lips parted in disbelief, he finally came. 

It was beautiful, the way he finally reveled in the way you clenched around him. The way his thick lashes fluttered against his cheeks, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. The way your body floated in the currents of pleasure with him, and despite the roughness of his fingers against your skin, a sweet euphoria enveloped you, making you feel weightless.

The sensation was overwhelming that it lit up your senses. It was so good that it made you see stars, like a dazzling show of ecstasy, so incredibly intense, and you were floating on cloud nine.

[leggerefiore]

Miss You

cw: 18+ content, afab reader, PLA ingo, ingo being a bit dominant, oral sex

Minors DNI

pairing: PLA Ingo/Reader

You groaned as you were pinned to the futon. Lips desperately kissed up your neck to your jawline. Your wrists were bundled above your head as the Warden's free hand groped desperately at your sides.

How long had it been since you had sex with Ingo? It felt like forever.

He was certainly acting like it had. His hips ground down against yours, and you could only tighten your grip in their trapped position. Ingo's lips slowly moved to meet yours, where you almost instantly sought to deepen the kiss. His tongue pressed into your mouth as you bucked up to meet the rutting of his hips. The hand groping at your side moved down to feel your thigh, causing goosebumps to raise.

Ingo broke the kiss and freed your wrists as he gazed down at you with hazy eyes. His other hand held your cheek warmly as a strange smile played across his lips. “Dearest,” his voice stung your ears with how it parted the space of just heavy breaths and sensual sounds, “I'm going to ravish you…” His words set your stomach alight as you felt your underwear grow wetter.

Your top was quickly removed before he pulled away your shorts. He leaned down between your legs with such ease and speed, you would have thought he regained his memories. Of course, if he had, this would likely not been going the way it was. The feeling of his warm breaths against your sensitive core left you nervous. It really had been too long.

A cry left you when the flat of his tongue pressed between your folds. The wet appendages circled around your clit and left you shuddering. His hat was knocked off his head as you reached a shaky hand down to pull him closer. His lips quickly surrounded the small bud as he began to suck on it. Your toes curled as his hands softly massaged your thighs. Your brain was hypnotised with the sight of Ingo buried between your legs.

He freed your clit for a moment, and you took in a deep breath. Instead, he moved down to your entrance, where he lapped there for a moment. It quickly shifted into him, pressing his tongue inside of you, nose brushing against your clit. His silver eyes were distant for a moment before they moved up to focus on you. The softness of his hair become more apparent as you gripped it when his tongue swirled around inside of you.

“In-Ingooo,” you mewled out as he kept going. Your hips started bucking unconsciously as he continued to give you head with skills that had been gained from your previous boots together. Everything grew hotter and hotter, especially when his tongue brushed against a sensitive spot deep in you with a well-timed rub of his nose against your clit. You came quickly and suddenly, pressing his face tightly between your legs.

He looked to be in pure bliss as you fell victim to a racing pulse and a fuzzy high. Ingo continued to eat you out as you came, resulting in a slight bit of overstimulation. Eventually, he pulled away from your pussy, your juices glistening around his face. You felt a bit faint at the sight but kept watching as he stripped away his layers until his scarred and shaped body was completely visible. The scars were new, alongside the heavier set of muscles he had obtained from the harshness of Hisui and his duties. You would almost claim to be drooling at the sight of him.

Full of action, you leaned forward to press another deep kiss to his lips. Ingo groaned into it alongside you as the taste of yourself was all over his mouth. His hands unexpectedly came to grope at your ass as your position switched into you sitting in his lap. His pubic hair had grown wilder, too, unable to be properly trimmed. Your hands felt all over him before going down to the area that had almost completely consumed your mind.

His cock was fully erect and flushed with colour, aiding to your still horny state. You watched as he bit his lip when you grasped it. Warm and alive, much unlike the dildos you were stuck with after his disappearance. He leaned back to let you have more room. Your hand massaged the dick for a moment, observing his both tense and pleasured expressions. Then, you properly began to jerk off the man. Ingo gripped the sheets as moans left his throat. You licked your lips and leaned forward to kiss and suck on his neck.

A light bite to his collarbone had him freeze. You felt his cock twitch and giggled. Yet, before you could continue on, he suddenly grabbed your hands. They were pinned above your head again as he pressed you into the sheets. He leaned over you a bit threateningly. It was rare to see him so dominant. Did he miss this, too? Even subconsciously? His free hand pressed between your thighs, pulling one away from the other. You sighed at the feeling of being exposed again.

Ingo quickly positioned himself between your legs, cock pressed in between your folds for a moment. His eyes were alight with something as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Soon, he moved himself again to have his cockhead against your entrance. You smiled at him brightly. “I wanted you since the moment I saw you,” he admitted and speared you open with ease, “I knew two things: I loved you and I wanted to see you on my cock. It made no sense back then.”

His words made you clench around him. For a moment, he gave you time to adjust, which just left you breathless. Then, he began to pull out before slamming back inside you. The air was completely forced from your lungs. A groan came from him. “I knew you wanted me, too,” Ingo managed to get out, “I'm not foolish, nor innocent. The way you looked at me was pure torment.” He was truly fucking you with a vigour. Your nails dig into the flesh of both you and him as a moan was forced from your throat.

His lips danced against the flesh of your neck again. He freed your wrists once more. His hands tormented you terribly by groping at your sides. A cry came from you when he bit your collarbone, just as you had done to him. Just as the irritation of your skin from the bite mark became apparent, he gazed down at you again. “We were lovers, weren't we?” he asked. You nodded again and again, tears heavy in your eyes. His cock hit a sensitive place deep inside of you. Ingo quickly came to target that place, falling to the consumption of pleasure. You held on to him tightly.

His hand moved between your bodies, where his thumb soon found your clit. Your body was overcome with shivers as the feeling was immediately electric. A few more thrusts to that spot combined with his pressure on your clit left you coming hard. Ingo hissed from the sudden tightness around him. Your mind felt far from your body as Ingo thrust into you a few more times before stilling. A warmth spread inside you at your deepest point. A weak laugh came from you.

You both laid against the futon, limply as a pile of limbs and heavy breaths. A lot of your worries and stress about him was literally fucked from your mind. You felt completely at ease. He softly lifted himself from after he regained his breath and brain. Silver eyes stared at you softly as he turned bright red. “Oh, my…” he was deeply flustered, “My dear, I am sorry… I do not know what came over me.”

“Don't be,” you replied weakly, “I enjoyed it. A lot.”

“I was so rough with you, that was simply inexcusable! I didn't even ask if you were okay with it,” Ingo rushed with words.

“I think my consent was extremely apparent,” you told him.

“It may have been, but still…” he scooted away from you, “I acted so… so monstrous! It was completely unlike me.”

“… Well, you did come inside,” you laughed, “That's definitely in character for you.”

“That is not what I meant!” he retaliated. You just crawled toward him and hugged him tightly. A soft kiss to his cheek seemed to alleviate his concern. He sighed and gave into the embrace. You both finally returned back to bed and crawled under the covers.

Just as you were about to drift off, face nuzzled into Ingo's chest, you head him speak.

“Who is Emmet and why do I wish to blame them for my behaviour?”

It was terribly depressing to hear, but you still laughed.

Poor Ingo.

[assbutt-writes]

A Heart Of Iron Chapter 10

Chapter below cut

TONY

Tony woke up to Loki singing softly, "I stormsvarte fjell, jeg vandrer alene. Over isbreen tar jeg meg frem. I eplehagen står møyen den vene. Og synger: når kommer du hjem?"

He let his eyes drift shut, listening to the soft melody of Loki's voice, the intimate way he sang the words, and for a moment, the whole world faded into the background, leaving only the two of them.

"Men trærne danser og fossene stanser, når hun synger, hun synger “kom hjem”. Men trærne danser og fossene stanser, when she sings, she sings: come home, when she sings, she sings: come home," Loki continued, voice quieting until it was gone. He sighed contentedly and then looked up, noticing that Tony was watching him.

"Good morning," Tony said quietly, voice hoarse with sleep.

"Good morning, Tony," Loki replied.

"What song was that?" Tony asked curiously.

"Jeg Saler Min Ganger. It's a lullaby that my mom used to sing to me," Loki said.

"It's very beautiful," Tony said softly.

Loki blushed faintly. He looked like he was about to say something, but someone cleared their throat from the doorway. The two looked up, the moment shattered, to see Steve standing there, holding 2 plates of pancakes, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Sorry to interrupt, I just thought you might want to have something to eat. I'll just leave these here," he said, setting down the pancakes and quickly leaving the room. Loki got up and got the food, gave Tony his plate, and started eating.

"So," Tony said through a mouthful of pancakes, "What should we do today? I'm thinking we could finish Star Wars, and then we could watch Lord of the Rings?"

Loki nodded, and they finished their food, conversation flowing from topic to topic until somehow they got into a debate on how the Bifrost worked, Loki promising to take Tony there someday so that he could ask Heimdall himself after Tony kept insisting.

Once they were done, Tony pressed his button to call the others in. They were halfway through Empire Strikes Back when a loud noise came from outside. The others started suiting up and left, Loki hesitating to leave Tony alone.

"I'll be fine," Tony assured the other man, "Go help them."

Loki still looked torn.

"Hey, it's okay," Tony told him, holding out a watch, "This will start buzzing if I press my help button button, and you can teleport back here."

Loki hesitantly took the watch and put it on.

"Thank you, Tony," he said quietly and left the room.

After Loki was gone, Tony started to worry.

"Jarvis?" Tony asked, "What's going on?"

"It's him, sir," the AI replied hesitantly, "It's the Winter Soldier. He's here."

LOKI

Loki got outside just in time to see Clint yell at a stunned Steve, who was staring in shock at the man with long brown hair and piercing blue eyes whose metal mask had fallen away to reveal his face, which was completely void of any emotion. Loki stopped in shock as he recognized the man as James Buchanan Barnes, Steve's close friend from the war.

"Bucky? Is that you?" Steve said, voice trembling slightly.

"Who the hell is Bucky?" the man said, and Steve's face went pale.

Loki took advantage of the distraction to teleport behind Barnes and press his fingers to his temple, knocking him out cold. Steve whirled on Loki, confusion morphing into pure rage.

"What the hell did you do to him?" he yelled, rushing over to his friend and checking his pulse.

"Relax. I just knocked him out," Loki said, and Steve let out a sigh of relief.

"How is this possible? I saw him die!" Steve said in confusion, "And why didn't he recognize me?"

"I don't know," Natasha said, helping Steve pick the unconscious man up, "But right now we need to focus on getting him inside. Tony should know what to do."

"No. We are not going to tell Tony about this. The last thing he needs right now is to know that the man who killed his parents is alive and in his tower, much less that he's Bucky Barnes," Loki said, and Steve's face went even more pale.

"What happened to you, Buck?" Steve whispered to Bucky, voice trembling with shock and confusion.

They brought him inside to the cell built for Hulk because, based on what they had seen, he had strength that could rival Steve's. They laid him down on the bed and, with one final look back from Steve, they closed the cell door and left, the others going to their rooms and Loki going back up to Tony's.

"What happened?" Tony asked worriedly

"False alarm," Loki lied, instantly feeling guilty. He knew that he had to do it, but it hurt him knowing that he was betraying Tony's trust in such a big way.

A brief look of disappointment flashed across Tony's face before falling into a look of relief, "Great! Are the others coming back to finish the movie?"

"They said that they needed time to rest and we could finish without them," Loki said.

They finished the movie in silence, Loki feeling extremely guilty about lying to Tony. When the movie was done, he excused himself from the room, saying that he was tired and was going to go sleep in his room. He immediately collapsed when he got there, body shaking with silent sobs.

Fuck. He knew that it was wrong, knew that he should tell Tony about Barnes, but he couldn't. He couldn't bear to see the look on Tony's face when he found out that not only was his parents' killer in the same building as him, but that Loki had lied about it too.

He took off the watch and threw it across the room, not feeling worthy of anything of Tony's. He sat there for what felt like millennia, having panic attack after panic attack until, finally, he managed to calm down enough to drag himself to bed, still wearing his clothes, and pass out.

Across the room, the watch started buzzing.

[radiokiran]

The Price of Love

How he wished he could turn back the clock, make the world spin against its motion, and take it to the point just before he had challenged her. Mayank was outside the intensive care unit of IGMC Shimla, praying fervently and choking on guilt.

Parul lay inside unconscious, with all her senses numb with medication.

He recalled his first meeting with this headstrong schoolgirl who would leap at any challenge thrown her way. Mayank had set his eyes upon her five years ago at the Shimla University Campus where he had come to submit his own form for admission in B.Tech. Parul was there too, standing in the queue with her friend Tanya- two young aspirants for the undergraduate Law course. 

Parul felt a gravitational pull towards the sprawling campus and then Mayank overheard her say to her bestie, “What a bore standing in the queue! Let’s pass it on to someone here and go hunting for some tall hunks.”

“What nonsense Parul! Be serious. We have to catch our bus back to Mandi at 2 o’clock.”

“Oh, come on! It's only 10 o’clock. You hold my form here. I’ll venture alone. See you at the University Main Gate after I’m done”, said Parul as she darted off.

Just one sight of this reckless Himachali lass clad in a printed pink salwar kameez with rosy apple cheeks, clear fair skin, two long braids, and almond eyes made Mayank’s heart skip a beat.

With his form submitted, he traced his route back to the sleepy town of Ludhiana where this handsome Punjabi lad, with well-chiselled features and a tall muscular frame, hailed from.

The admission forms found their way to the right place and a month later the successful aspirants, having secured a seat, were back on the campus to attend the new session.  Mayank was placed in Room 26 of the Neer Boys’ Hostel and within a week he was tagged as Parul’s lamb, for everywhere she went, he was sure to follow.

Cheeky but harmless ragging was still on the campus. At midnight, came a knock at his door.

He staggered to the door with drooping eyelids that opened wide in a flash as he saw Parul at the door with an impish smile as she breathlessly hissed, “Good night fifty”, giggled, and made a dash from there, hastily exiting the boys’ hostel. Mayank needed someone to pinch him to tell him it was not a dream!

The next morning, the hotel mess was abuzz with the midnight episode. The daredevil newbie had knocked not just at his door but almost at everyone else’s too all to win a bet of five thousand bucks!

That sure skyrocketed her to fame and popularity and almost everyone got talking to her casually. So did Mayank as luck would have had it when she was chatting with his friend at the cafeteria.

Two months later they were again sitting in the cafeteria, but more closely drawn than before.

“Parul. I want to say something.”

“Yes, go on.”

 “It’s something to do with our relationship. Yes, I mean just that. I don’t believe in friendship. I am not your friend. I never was and will never be. From the day I first saw you, I felt an irresistible attraction. I can’t define it but I was sure I wanted you as mine,” he blurted out with all the guts he could muster and then felt a trifle sheepish.

Parul’s rosy apple cheeks turned crimson, she felt all flushed with fever and tore herself away. From then on, she started avoiding Mayank leaving him feeling so miserable and restless.  He approached her after four days of despondency.

“Why have you turned your back on me, Parul? What’s wrong with you?”

“Mayank, leave me alone. You said whatever you had to. Now let me tell you, I am here with a focus on my studies. So let me be,” Parul blurted and rushed towards her hostel.

The more she pulled herself away from him, the more he hankered for her. His heart teemed with love and pure love for her. He would hang around her hostel for hours together just to catch her glimpse while she appeared unmoved by it. 

One day Tanya approached him rather purposefully.

“Hello Mayank, how are you?”

“I am fine Tanya,” Mayank sulked. 

“Mayank, I really do feel so bad to see you like this. If you are so serious then make Parul understand your love.”

“But how?”

“Make her jealous. Ignore her and go for another girl. If Parul does feel any love for you at all, she won’t be able to take it.”

This sounded good but it left him feeling even more confused.

“But how can I toy some other girl? What would she think about me? And I don’t think anyone will be ready to be part of this crazy game plan, Tanya.”

Tanya smiled, “Mayank, I’ll do anything to help you. Parul is my bestie and I know her better than anyone else. She deserves to have a strong and bold guy like you.”

“Are you serious? How can I thank you?”

 “I kinda feel envious of Parul, now. Anyway, let’s begin our game,” she smiled and left.

The next day onwards Tanya and Mayank were always found together.

“Parul, did you notice that everyone is talking about Mayank and Tanya,” one of Parul’s friends ribbed.

“Why are you telling me?” Parul roared.

“Sorry, actually we all had thought that Mayank loved you. Tanya is so lucky. Everyone knows that a boy’s heart changes with the weather.”

Parul’s face fell.

The next day, Parul spotted Mayank and Tanya sharing a table in the cafe.

“Hey Parul come here,” Tanya screamed.

“Why should I come, you backstabber,” snapped Parul as she slapped Tanya on her cheek.

 “How dare you!” Mayank reacted.

“Mayank, how dare YOU! It’s me whom you love.  Everyone in the college knows this,” she cried.

Mayank was on cloud nine. “Tanya, if true love comes with a price, the price would be all worthwhile if I was spending it on Parul,” he said ecstatically.

 “This was one big act, my dear,” Tanya smiled at Parul who stood confused.

After a year, Parul asked Mayank to quit the hostel so that she could stay with him.

“Are you nuts? Just think what’ll happen if this news reaches our homes?”

“I have thought it over; they will learn about our relationship sooner or later. So why not start living together now?”

Soon they had moved in together in a cosy room near the hostel and their intense love and live-in relationship was the talk of the town. This setup was short-lived as Parul’s elder sister came to know about it and came all the way to pull her away to her native place and make Parul sever all contact with him.  

Mayank sunk into despondency. His heart ached for her and everyone on the campus was concerned about him.  Their second-year final exams were approaching and one day Tanya came to him with a letter.  It recognized Parul’s handwriting.  Grabbing it, he darted towards a secluded place and his head spun as he read.  

“Dear Mayank

I know you must have been badly jolted by the way we were torn apart. Things are bad for me here. I have become the butt of everyone’s taunts. My mother too did not understand and slapped me. But I care for no one except you.

My father wants me to sit for the second-year exams. I’ll let him have his way. But I want you to put an application at the registrar’s office to book our marriage on the same date. I plan to quietly sneak out of the examination hall 15-20 minutes after the paper starts. I will meet you outside the registrar’s office. It’s a matter of life and death for me and the last chance for us to unite, or else my parents will marry me off to somebody else. See you there!

Yours lovingly

Parul”

Mayank thought hard. He knew his family was just as adamant as Parul’s. Had they known, he too would have been dragged to Punjab by now.  too. He saw his world, his future in Parul.  He said to himself, “Love is the true price of love,” and found himself tracing his way to the registrar’s office.

The date came and there he stood with Raj and Tanya, waiting for his ladylove to show up.  

“Hello sweetheart”, she cooed from a distance and rushed to hug him. “I can’t believe this; so we are getting married. Hurry up.”

Mayank was over the moon and his confidence was teeming. Within half an hour they came out of the registrar’s office, a newlywed couple.

This news sure got home to both their families and the daggers were drawn.

Mayank’s father boomed, “You don’t exist for us from today.”

“I’ll believe I had no girl named Parul,” Parul’s mother whimpered, finding it difficult to control her tears.

Mayank and Parul were left with no choice but to go on with their lives in unison. It was a struggle, to carry on with their studies and do part-time jobs to make ends meet. Love held them together and after a bumpy ride of four long years, Mayank got a regular job in the Military Engineering Service; he was posted at Dagshai. Things started to look up for them and they tried again to reconcile with their parents but more curses came their way.

Standing outside the ICU, Mayank recalled how he had planned a grand 5th-anniversary party for Parul.

“Parul, I’ll send Bhanu Bhai by car to Solan to get all the things needed for the party.” Bhanu was a Nepalese whom he had recently employed.

“I will also go”, Parul said.

“Why? There is no need for you to go. You manage the preparations at home,” Mayank said calmly.

“Mayank, you always act arrogant and don’t allow me to be independent.”

“If you had known driving, I would have sent you alone,” Mayank tried to reason. But this enraged her further.

“Are you challenging me, Mayank? Just wait and see, I’ll learn to drive from Bhanu within the next six days.”

“It takes about 6 months to learn to drive properly, and you dream of it in six days,” Mayank laughed.

Parul kept to her resolve and her progress surprised everyone. She had understood the whole mechanism of driving in four days. Bhanu informed Mayank, “Sir, Bhabhi is a wonderful learner. She has picked up very fast.”

Finally, the D-day came and Mayank reluctantly allowed Parul to accompany Bhanu, adding a word of caution. “The way from Dagshai to Solan is very tricky so don’t you think of driving, okay?” He turned to the driver and spoke firmly, “Bhanu, don’t give the steering wheel in your Bhabhi’s hands.”

“Of course, not, Sir”, reassured Bhanu and set off with Parul. It had been only two hours since they had left, and Mayank began to feel restless. He came out of his office and heard some commotion in Dagshai. A voice came from the distance, “A Maruti Zen car has fallen in the gorge.”

“What colour was it,” Mayank shouted.

“Grey, Sir, A lady was driving it”, the man replied and moved away.

Mayank’s heart sank, and he made a quick dart at the accident site with his colleagues. Rescue operations were going on. The Maruti Zen had nose-dived in a gorge 150 meters down. Survival seemed dismal and all Mayank could do was pray.

He learned that on the opposite hill, an Army Unit was on exercise and the moment they had seen the car fall, they rushed to help. The Army was trained for such exigencies; for a civilian, this would have been impossible. After a six-hour rescue operation, Parul was pulled out all soaked in blood, and rushed to Indira Gandhi Medical College (IGMC) Shimla. Mayank told the army personnel to continue the search operation for Bhanu. He was informed that Parul had been found stuck between the branches of a tree 50 meters above the base while the car had gone spiralling down and hit rock bottom.

Mayank had gathered his wits and called up Parul’s father.

 “How dare you dial my number? Parul is dead for us.”

“Sir, please don’t disconnect the phone. I just wanted to tell you that with your blessings Parul is truly on the brink of death”, Mayank cried bitterly.

After a moment's silence, Parul’s father asked,” What’s wrong with Parul? She was so happy with you or so she said. We want to see her!”

Mayank told them about what had happened.

He then called his own father and lamented, “Papa, Parul is dying. How right you were! I will never prosper with Parul. I’ll also kill myself rather than live without her.”

“Mayank, what has happened to Parul? Where is she?” He discerned his father’s concern for Parul for the first time ever.

Parul had been in the ICU for the last 45 hours. It was heart-wrenching for both the parents when they reached there. They prayed feverishly, blessing her countlessly, regretting bitterly the curses they had heaped on her in the past. One of Mayank’s friends came on the scene and took him aside to break the news. Bhanu’s dead body had been brought up after ten hours.

Parul asked about Bhanu as soon as she gained consciousness. “I’ll never be able to forgive myself if something goes wrong with him. It was I who had coerced him into letting me drive the car. I saw a cow in front and tried to avoid it…” Parul began to cry.

“Bhanu is fine Parul. He had some minor injuries and after treatment, he went back to Nepal. And see who has come to see you!”

Parul broke into tears seeing her parents after five long years and received blessings from Mayank’s parents. After a week, she was declared out of danger and doctors recommended one year’s bed rest as she had multiple fractures which would take time to heal.

Mayank thought he would wait to unfold the truth about Bhanu to Parul till the time she could be strong enough to handle that devastating news. He was broken from the inside and begged like a child for forgiveness for Parul and himself from Bhanu’s family. He assured them of all possible monetary help for them till he was alive.

Ever since he first set his eyes on Parul, he had often mused about the price one has to pay for true love. He stood in anguish and remorse and realized, grief was the price love had paid for being in the same world as death.

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Keep Each Other (Cold)

Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Breeding kink, ABO aspects heavily used, mentions of abuse in a past relationship, sexual content, slower burn, but not the slowest, mentions of dom reader, domination and submission aspects, Shibari, werewolf au, hypothermia mentions.

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Summary: It's gotten a little heated, and Bucky's willing to agree

Word count: 2.3k

AN: Enjoyed writing this but I'm going to write eddie munson porn now. Completely unedited cause I'm lazy.

Bucky didn’t hate her for this, he really didn’t, but he could smell her heat. And it was killing him. 

He wants to wait, to show this part of him. The possession he developed as the few weeks went on with her. This interest he’s developed in the omega is curving him away from the isolation he’d kicked himself into those years ago. 

He’s kinda glad she showed up, she’s given him so much to look forward to, even if it’s small things. Each morning he wakes up to her sitting on the couch, his only other mug in her hands, cradled to her chest as she beams up at him. It’s dizzying how pretty she is, her eyes so gentle with him but not in a way that makes him feel inferior, In the way that makes him feel appreciated. 

She was eager to see him each morning as well, her head bowing as he walked out of his room and her hands gripping his mug as she smiled up at him, “Morning Buck.”

He could swear his heart would stop if not for your eyes fluttering at the same beat as it, as he muttered, “Mornin’ doll.” 

He’d pass her, the smell of chocolate and fire on her usually faint, a light misting of her warmth as he walked by, but this time, the scent was heavy, like a coating of the smell of savory food after he cooks in the kitchen, or the weight of Steve close to his rut, and he’d been in his house for much too long. He could cut her scent with his knife, one of the ones in the kitchen right next to him.

She shifted, subtly presenting her neck to him, unbeknownst to him, he was growling down at her. He was subconsciously asking her to present and didn’t even notice. God he was acting like a horny teen trying to get off, he had to calm down. He stepped back, muttering an apology and moving to the kitchen, “What do you want for breakfast?”

She muttered softly, “Whatever you make, I like your cooking.”

He nodded, moving to the kitchen and pulling out pans for himself, setting them onto the counter as he moved to the fridge, “What veggies would you eat in an omelet?”

She smiled, turning and looking up at him, “As many vegetables as possible.” She smiled, her arms crossing as she rested her chin onto her forearms, her lower half shifting to a more comfortable position, her hips pushing back a bit. 

Bucky watched from the corner of his eye, trying to hide his hips shifting as he planted them firmly in the kitchen. He wasn’t going to act on his instincts purely because his mother didn’t raise him that way. He was told to respect omega’s, give them the space they needed, and to understand that heats are painful before they are even thought to be pleasurable. He knew that, he knew that she was getting comfortable and that he should just allow her too, because he saw what his mom went through during her heats. Painful cramps knocked her out, rendering her unconscious in their living room while he and his sisters tended to her fever and attempted to keep her hydrated. He knew what that did to an omega and swore he would never let an omega under his care go through pain like that. 

Maybe it was just the alpha haze but he knew far better. His connection with this one rendered an emotion he hadn’t known in a while, so he decided that what was best was to just let it simmer. But he knew that wasn’t wise either, speaking softly, “Do you need anything? I know… your heat might be coming up, and you might want to go stay at a hotel or something.. I can help with the fever though, raised with three sisters and a mother.” He cocked a brow, glancing back at her as he sprinkled vegetables into the pan. She shifted, glancing up at him with hazy eyes, “I might just need to get some sort of fever lessener. Other than that I should be fine.” 

He frowned, knowing that was bullshit as he finished cooking her omelet, plating it and glancing up at her, “I know that’s a lie, are you sure you don’t need anything else. I’m willing to run to the store for you, get you something…” he cut himself off, glancing away with a nervous expression, “Seriously, the CVS that’s on the edge of the town carries stuff for heats.” He glanced over at her finally, noticing she was staring directly at him with big eyes, “Sure- that’s fine.” 

He let out a small sigh of relief shifting on his feet as he moved back to the kitchen to cook, “Okay. I’ll go do that today.”

She sat back, eating as she nuzzled into one of the blankets she carried from the couch to the table, the sight of it making him go a little wobbly in the knees as he turned back to the stove, finishing cooking his own food and moving beside her, sitting down as well, “Let me know if you want me to get you anything else, heating pad, cooling towels. Whatever I can do to help.”

She shifted a bit, glancing up at him, “Why are you offering to help?”

“Because I know how painful it can be to go through that without a mate. My mom had to do it for ten years after my dad left.” He frowned, picking at his food, “I just don’t want you to be in pain as long as you’re in my home.”

She nodded, her eyes glancing back at the food, “Thank you Bucky.” He nodded, finishing and standing, walking to the kitchen to wash off his plate, putting it into the dishwasher. He moved back to the table with a notecard and a pen he had in the kitchen specifically for grocery lists. At that thought, she smiled softly, turning to look at him, “You keep supplies for grocery lists in your kitchen junk drawer?” She let out a small laugh.

All Bucky could do was smile, “yeah- what do you want me to get? Anything at all.”

She smiled, “Chocolate, and a heating pad would be nice. And then…” She looked away gripping the blanket closer, “Could you get me some of those heat supplies?”

He nodded, “Do you- uh have a preference?”

“The knotted ones.” She murmured, looking down still.

He nodded, holding no ill will against her as he wrote it down, “Okay, do you want any produce for this week? Fruits, vegetables?”

“Could you pick up some cherries?” She asked softly, kicking her feet off the seat where she was curled up and placing them on the ground to lean forward. He noticed, glancing at her with a small smile, “Sure, cherries, some apples, some vegetables for any meals I plan to make…” He glanced up at her, smiling gently before turning back to the list, “Should probably head out now before it starts snowing again.”

She nodded, standing as well and moving to the couch again, glancing back at him gently, “Thanks…”

He nodded, opening the door and walking out. As soon as out of earshot, she threw her hands up, flopping back, “God he can’t catch a hint!”

Bucky walked to his car, starting it hopefully before hearing the engine cut off, his body tensing up, “You’re shitting me.” He slid out of the car, moving back into the house, “Okay so bad news. My car's engine just- stopped working.” He glanced up at her, shifting nervously, “I can walk?”

“No no, don’t do that- that’s at least three miles in the snow.” She frowned, “I can figure it out, just don’t walk.” She asked softly, leaning up to look at him closer, “Come on it’s cold, let's just hang out for a bit.”

He nodded, stepping closer to the couch and flopping beside her, glancing up at whatever was playing on the TV as he yawned a bit. She noticed, shifting closer to share some of the blanket and muttering, “You can sleep if you want?”

He nodded, quickly falling into her as he slumped a bit, falling asleep slowly as he muttered, “Wake me if you think you’re developing a fever.”

She nodded, leaning close as he felt his heat radiate onto her, not thinking much of the feeling that filled her chest at the feeling of his scent wrapping around her. 

There is a shift beside Bucky, a small whimper falling onto his ears as he woke up. He didn’t think to find the woman he’d found on his porch only a short three weeks ago, sliding her fingers into herself, letting out weak whimpers as she preened at the sight of him awake. He tensed up, feeling her forehead and frowning quickly, “You didn’t wake me.”

“I didn’t know I was getting a fever if I’m honest.” She muttered back, her head falling back.

Bucky threw the blanket on top of her, frowning as he moved to the kitchen, pulling an ice pack back from the freezer, the sight of her dripping cunt filling his body with pure agony as he moved back over to her, sliding the ice pack onto her head. She whimpered, having seemingly not stopped her actions as she leaned up for his touch, “Please Buck. Need you…” He quickly shook his head in response, speaking slowly “No doll, you’re far too vulnerable.”

She shifted uncomfortably, growling out, “I need this Buck. Please. I am consenting. I promise you that this isn’t because of the heat- I need it.” She looked at him, expression solid and almost that resembling stone at how sharp her features were. He nodded slowly, his eyes closing, thinking about her clenching down on him so well, thinking about how he’s wanted her for the past weeks, his eyes finally opening again, “Yeah okay.”

She shifted quickly, tugging the blanket up and looking up at him with desperation, “please.. Need you in me.”

He slid onto the couch again, positioning between her legs as he looked up at her, “Are you sure? Absolutely sure?”

She nodded quickly, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since last week Buck, now put your cock in me now.” She snarled out, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.

He nodded, a flush filling his cheeks as he leaned down, kissing along her neck and subtly scenting her.

She let out a small whimper, the touch of his lips on her neck alone driving her mad, but he was scenting her. God she was so far gone but that, she was going to remember that. He muttered softly, reaching down to roll her clit with his flesh hand as he positioned his tip with his metal one, having gotten hard since he caught a whiff of her slick. He spoke softly into her neck, “Let me know if you wanna stop.” He pushed into her slowly, his head falling onto her shoulder as he let out a soft sigh, “Christ you feel better than I imagined…” She smirked, glancing up at him with fever ridden weak eyes, “You imagined fucking me?”

“You’ve been at my house for three weeks straight, fucking you is the main thing I’ve thought about.” He chuckled, fucking into her to help aid some of her pain, “Better? At all?”

She nodded quickly, her legs wrapping tighter around him, “Feels so good.” She muttered, her cunt tugging him in as she continued, “Needed this, thank you Buck.”

Oh fucking god. Now Bucky knew he had some sort of praise kink, but a woman thanking him for fucking her? Fuck he might combust on spot. He leaned down into her neck again, hiding his flushed expression as he slid his thumb to her clit, rolling it gently as he kissed along her flesh, “Gonna make you feel good, I promise.”

She nodded quickly in agreement, her hips rolling up to match his movements as she let out small pants, pleasure squishing the pain in her as she felt him and only him.

Bucky let out a gruff noise, his hand sliding to tug her closer, “You close?”

She nodded quickly, feeling his finger roll her clit even quicker now. His voice came over in a haze, soft as she felt the deafening noise of her release filling her brain with red and white flashes, “Where do you want me to cum?”

She tugged him closer, his eyes going wide, “You’re not on the pill doll- I can’t.”

“Please…” She begged softly, “I’ll get a pill later, just need you in me longer.”

He shifted, tugging her back by her upper thighs slowly pressing all of him into her, knotting her with ease as he let out a low growl, his hands gripping her thighs in a bruising grasp. God he was too far gone to even check if she was okay, but the soft mewls below him all but proved she was doing fantastic. He leaned down on top of her, kissing along her shoulders slowly, “Feel better? How long should I expect your heat to be dollface?”

“Four days give or take.” She sighed, her body relaxing beneath him as he slid out of her, muttering gently, “Easy does it.. You wanna sleep, it’s late.” He looked up at her, noticing she nodded and turned away, flushing quickly.

He could talk to her about what this meant later, but now he was more worried about making sure she was resting with the fever. He picked up his t-shirt that got discarded at some point, using to wipe between her thighs before picking her up gingerly, carrying her to his room this time, noticing she relaxed in his arms at the wave of his scent that filled both of their lungs. He muttered softly, “You okay sleeping here?”

With a curt nod, she climbed into his bed, looking at him to follow. 

He did so with content filling his chest, wrapping himself around her protectively, despite neither of them being marked or knowing what this all meant- content was all either could feel.

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Bigger than Us (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Part 1

Summary: You and Bucky made a pact ages ago; if either of you is ever caught by Hydra, the other person shoots to kill. Bucky is sure that he will never be put in that position, that he will always be able to protect you - until suddenly, he can’t.

Words: 4.3K

Warnings: heavy angst (with a happy ending), major character death (well, not really, but you catch my drift), mentions of blood, description of fighting, reader is getting shot, loads of feelings on Bucky’s behalf.

Note: Please be aware that this is a series in two parts where part 1 will be pure angst. Thanks to @elemenhoepe for giving me the idea for this fic and to @natbarnes1917 for being my partner in crime and wingman.

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Bucky ducks fast.

Slightly out of breath, he listens as the projectile aimed directly for his chest lodges itself in the brick wall behind him and sends a cloud of dust in his direction. Thanking his sharp reflexes, he takes a second to gather his thoughts and think of his next move; gun or knife.

His entire body is aflame. Every muscle is pumping warmly with adrenaline as the blood rushes past his ears and sharpens his already razor-edged senses. Still kneeling in the cloud of dust that is slowly settling around him, he clearly hears the shuffled noises of yet another assailant trying to sneak up behind him and he makes a quick decision: gun it is.

Forcefully, he swings his rifle backwards over his left shoulder and skilfully hits the Hydra agent straight in the nose with the butt of the massive gun. Red blood is immediately squirting from the contorted face in front of him as the warm metal's vibrato hums loudly in his hand. The injured assailant falls to the ground with a dull thud but still manages to bury his pocketknife painfully deep in Bucky's left thigh before he goes out like a light against the cold concrete.

"Fuck!" Bucky vexes and angrily glares down at the unconscious agent before he grabs the handle of the knife and pulls it out of his throbbing muscle with a loud grunt.

Blood is already spilling rapidly from the gaping wound in his leg, but he doesn't have time to take care of it. He has to keep moving. There are too many enemies surrounding him and his friends.

"Fucking Hydra!" He hisses adamantly and spins the knife between his fingers, brandishing it as his own.

"Buck, you good?" he hears your sweet voice call in concern from across the room as you knock a Hydra agent unconscious with your elbow. Your worried gaze briefly runs over his bloody pant leg before your eyes are back on the men surrounding you. "With your track record of getting hit, it's a good thing red is your colour," you joke while barring your teeth to your opponents, trying to look threatening.

Immediately, the pain in Bucky's leg subsides and he almost lets out a chuckle at how cute you look and how lightly you're taking the situation. "S'just a scrape," he smiles briefly before quickly using the Hydra knife to slash the throat of an agent who is trying to tackle him to the ground.

"It's never just a scrape with you," you pant and kick your leg forward, "- you always go full-on idiot in these situations."

"Oh, look who's talking," he flirts back and is just about to point out how you're single-handedly trying to take on several skilled men at once when he feels a swoosh of wind from above pull at his hair.

He looks up just in time to see Sam flying above his head.

"Buck! Behind you!" Sam yells just before he lands in the other end of the room where Steve and Natasha are fighting six men at once.

At Sam's warning, Bucky snaps his head around just in time to dropkick a woman in the chest. The heel of his foot hits her perfectly straight on her sternum and she is sent flying across the room, her body coming to an abrupt halt when she hits the graffiti-covered wall behind her with a sickening crunch.

His left leg is throbbing insanely at the kick, the wound won't stop stinging violently, and he wonders how much longer he can keep up this tempo. He's been fighting for what feels like hours now and there are still more Hydra agents than teammates in the bunker.

"God damn!" Bucky mutters under his breath and looks around at all the unknown faces in the room.

"You sure you're good?" you pant and graze your concerned eyes over him once more.

"Yeah! Just wondering how the hell they even found us," Bucky pants with his eyes constantly on you. You always look so elegant, so poised - like nothing he's ever seen before; beautiful and deadly in your skin-tight suit. God, he could look at you forever!

"And Tony said this would be an easy grab and go," you grunt and slash the air in front of you with your daggers, threatening the two heavily armoured men in front of you to take a step back as you skillfully avert every kick and punch, they're sending your way. "Good thing you're not distracted easily!" you pant as you spin on the spot and duck just in time to avoid a kick to the chest.

"Oh sweetheart, you could never distract me," he jokingly retorts although both of you know he's lying.

One of the men in front of you takes a step forward and swings his fist at your temple but you move just in time to avoid getting hit. "Fuck! A little help over here, Buck?!" You hiss and bring him out of his hypnotising trance while you threateningly slash the air once more, forcing the Hydra agent to take a step back.

Slightly embarrassed by himself and his never-ending lack of focus whenever you're near, Bucky quickly pockets the Hydra knife before pulling up his rifle to his shoulder. He immediately points it at one of the armoured men who is dancing dangerously around you and mumbles out a "got you!" while readying himself for the shot

Deep breath. Aim. Pull.

Miss.

Just as Bucky had put his finger on the trigger, he'd been grabbed around the abdomen and sent flying across the room. He lands several yards away from you, coughing and heaving for air as a huge guy climbs on top of his chest.

"Give me a second sweetheart!" Bucky wheezes as the giant man squeezes on his lungs and deals him rock-hard punches with his huge fists.

For a second, Bucky contemplates parrying the blows and save his strength so he can help you out later, but when he sees the easily accessible knife sitting loosely in the thigh-holster of the huge Hydra agent, he realises that there is a reason why none of the bullets he has dodged have been aimed at his head. Why he was stabbed in the thigh and not in the throat. The Hydra agents have been ordered to take hostages. To take them alive.

A cold shiver runs down Bucky's spine while images of the worst times in his life flash before his eyes. Dying is one thing but being taken hostage by Hydra is... hell. He won't - fuck, he can't - go back to that place! He finally has a life of his own now, a sense of belonging. He has friends - he has you! And he knows what is waiting for him if he gets caught; torture and brainwash and forgetting everything. Again.

No, not again! His inner demons are screaming at him, so he summons all his strength and pushes back. Desperately, he scratches, and claws, and fights his metal hand all the way up to the huge Hydra agent's throat, desperate to get a good grip so he can stay in this life.

His vibranium fingers fumble around the giant Adam's apple longer than expected, his movements getting more and more frustrated each time his fingers slip from around the broad neck, but with an angry yell that Bucky is sure can be heard from miles away, he finally manages to distract the huge guy long enough to steal the pocketknife from the holster strapped to his thigh.

With a swift movement, his flesh hand plunges it deep between the third and fourth rib of the man op top of him and he falls forwards with a shocked gasp. He sits still only for a hundredth of a second but it is enough for the vibranium fingers to finally get a good grip around the thick neck.

The metal hand squeezes long and hard while the giant man desperately claws at Bucky's chest. His eyes are angry and piercing while he fights for his life, but Bucky's grip is relentless, and he keeps on yelling and squeezing until he finally hears the man gurgle and gasp beneath his fingers. With a thump, the Hydra agent collapses on top of Bucky's heaving chest, his huge body finally limp and still.

Tired from the struggle, Bucky stares at the ceiling while trying to catch his breath. His lungs are burning, and his leg is throbbing so terribly he doubts he can even stand on it, but he knows that he has to keep fighting. That he has to get back to helping you.

Quickly, he turns his head over to where you'd been fighting just moments before, only to find the spot empty. Instead, he finds you several yards away, kneeling on the ground with your face pressed down into the concrete below you. Your cheeks are caked with dust and sweat as the two Hydra agents you were battling have you pinned to the floor with their guns aimed directly at your head, the muzzles mere inches from your temples.

Even through the panic that is quickly spreading throughout him, Bucky understands the inarticulate 'take her alive' yelled in Russian and he has to helplessly watch as the two Hydra agents each grab an arm and start dragging you out of the room and towards the staircase outside.

Angrily, Bucky tries to push the giant body away from his chest so he can help you escape, but the violent gash in his thigh has worn down most of his strength and his whole-hearted attempts at getting free remain unsuccessful.

Desperately, he looks to the fight going on in the other end of the room, but immediately realises that Steve, Nat, and Sam are all fighting for their own lives and can't help you either.

Powerlessly and with his chest constricting uncomfortably, Bucky witnesses you kick and scream as loud as you can while angrily biting into the leather-clad hands locked around your arms. You're doing your best to escape, to fight for your life, but the Hydra agents' grips don't falter. They are determined to take you with them.

Relentlessly, Bucky pushes at the body on top of his chest, his eyes never leaving you. You're kicking violently, fighting with every fibre of your being as you scream and cry and try to hold on to anything you can, but the men carrying you are too strong, and evidently, Bucky can do nothing but yell your name in frustration as he watches the soles of your black combat boots disappear into the hallway.

"No!!!" He cries out in sheer panic and feels an unknown surge of intoxicating adrenaline course through his every vein, artery, and nerve-ending. He can't let them have you!

With his forearms pressed flat against the chest of the huge guy on top of him, Bucky screams while summoning all his strength to push away the huge body from off his chest, angrily shooting his handgun at two agents running towards him in the process. His muscles are burning worse than ever before, but he doesn't stop pushing until he can breathe properly again and the man's back touches against the cold concrete floor beside him. Immediately, Bucky shuffles to his feet and runs after you as fast as he can while the veins of his thigh pulse and soak his trousers through.

Under normal circumstances, he isn't sure he would've been able to even put his weight on the throbbing leg, but there is enough adrenaline in his system to ignore the physical limitations to what he can and cannot do. The thought of losing you is...

Fuck! He can't fail you; you are too important to him!

"Sweetheart, I'm coming!" he pants and with a grunt presses in on the wound as he climbs the stairs in the hallway two steps at a time. He is losing blood quickly, limping badly as his leg becomes more and more numb, but he can still hear your shattering screams several flights above him and it gives him the strength to fight his way up the last few steps and kick open the door to the roof, desperate to rip you out of the claws of Hydra and pull you to safety against his chest.

As soon as the door swings open, he makes eye contact with your panicked face while the Hydra agents are pulling you towards a black helicopter with the engine already running. "Buck!" You cry out his name and it makes his chest swell and his stomach plummet at the same time.

You are no more than a few yards away, and had this been any other day, he could've reached you easily, but the limp is getting worse by the second and he has to face the fact that he will never get to you in time. Not in this condition. He will have to shoot his way out.

"I got you, doll!" He yells back and swings his rifle to his shoulder, pointing it to the man to your left.

Deep breath. Aim. Pull.

The bullet hits the agent right in the head but the projectile merely ricochets against the thick material of the helmet and doesn't even leave a dent.

Quickly, Bucky changes strategy and decides to go for the legs instead.

Deep breath. Aim. Pull.

The sharp bullet can't even penetrate the thick armour lining the agents' bodies.

With cold sweat trickling down his spine, Bucky realises that he is helpless.

"Fuck!" he yells angrily and instead turns his rifle towards the front shield of the helicopter, firing five shots at it that all ricochet from the strong material without leaving as much as a crack in the cockpit. "No!" he swings the rifle onto his back and tries running towards you but his leg has gone cold and stiff now and he can barely bend his knee. In this tempo, the helicopter will be long gone before he's even had a chance to reach you. "Fuck, sweetheart, I'm coming!"

"Buck!" You scream again, but this time it's more pleading than desperate.

He quickly locks eyes with you and sees the begging look you are sending him. Oh how he wishes you were still flirting confidently with him like you were only minutes earlier.

"Do it!" you cry with wet tears streaming down your dirty cheeks, your face screwed up in a terrible grimace, your entire body still. "Buck, do it!"

He doesn't even have to ask - immediately, he knows what you are asking of him.

You've stopped fighting.

You know you're a lost cause.

And now you want him to outlive his worst nightmare.

So he stops running.

"Do it!" you cry with quivering lips as your beautiful eyes stare straight through him. "You have to do it!"

You're counting on him to do one last thing for you, one last thing to set you free.

But he can't do that. You know he can't...

"Buck! You promised!" you half-scream, half-plead and it is shattering his heart in two.

He thinks back to heart-breaking words he'd whispered underneath the pale moonlight months ago. "If they catch me again, you have to kill me, sweetheart. You have to."

You'd gone quiet as you'd stared into his eyes and caressed his cheek. Back then, the silence had been comforting. A serene moment to bring him out of his mind's chaos. Your hand on his cheek, your lips on his shoulder. Peace.

Until you'd whispered the last words he'd ever wanted to hear.

"Only if you promise to do the same for me..."

And even though his veins had turned to ice at the thought of not being able to protect you, he had nodded and kissed your eyelids while whispering "of course, doll. I'll do anything for you."

What else could he do? Not obliging to your terms of the agreement would be selfish. He knows that, and still, he knows he cannot uphold his end of the deal.

The words of your long gone conversation echo through his mind while he stunned watches as you are being dragged further and further away from him. If they reach that helicopter, it's over. He'll never see you again and you will live through decades of hell. He knows what he has to do.

Fuck!

With resolute movements, Bucky pulls the rifle up to his cheek and takes aim. Points it straight between your eyes. Your beautiful, beautiful eyes that he has stared into more times than he can count, less times than he wants to.

There are still so many things left unsaid between you. He hasn't even asked you to be his girlfriend yet. Let alone asked you out on a date. You are still just teammates who are sneaking into each other's rooms every night, sharing kisses in the dark, holding each other close when no one is around. He hasn't even told you that he is in love with you.

Fuck!

He lowers his rifle, takes in your pleading face. I can't. His heart is clenching uncomfortably, and his lungs have stopped breathing. Everything inside of him is spinning and he wants to throw up. Sweetheart, I can't. There are things I have to tell you.

"Bucky!" You desperately cry his name while you are being pulled into the helicopter. "Bucky, please! Please do it baby!"

Baby. The first time you are calling him baby and he is pointing a gun at you. How absolutely Kafkaesque. He wants to fucking cry.

"Please do it baby," you plead softly, and it makes his heart bleed and thump stubbornly in his chest. He thinks of the first time he laid his eyes on you. The first time you said his name. The shy looks across the dinner table. The day he'd finally plucked up the courage to kiss you. Your summer dress between his fingers, the sound of your laughter. The first time he'd stripped you of your clothes and finally claimed you as his girl. Kisses against shoulders, soft whispers of affection, small fingertips tracing over scarred skin and metal. Your hair against his pillow, your dreamy gaze on him, the pop of your lips when you whisper his name.

If Hydra takes you prisoner, they will steal all that away. You'll be alone in the darkness, stripped of all that is you, and he can't let that happen. He won't let that happen.

He hates himself as he lifts his rifle back to his cheek and takes aim. Hates how much he is shaking. He can't misfire. Just a quarter of an inch to the wrong side and you'd suffer instead of going out like a light.

Deep breath.

He has to concentrate. Has to put the bullet straight between your eyes.

Aim.

He sees your beautiful features through the sights at the end of his rifle's chamber, memorises the last time he'd seen your shining eyes and bright, peaceful smile. He can't help but think that somehow, you look at peace now too. Eyes closed, fate accepted and sealed, no tears spilling down your face. It's okay.

He puts his index finger in the right position on the trigger, holds his breath so he won't misfire and just in time, he sees how you mouth a relieved ‘thank you’ right before he finally plucks up the courage to press in on the trigger.

Pull.

His ears are ringing. The only thing he can hear is his own heartbeat and the heavy burning of his heaving lungs as the bullet slowly leaves the chamber with a trail of sparks after its tail. It moves in slow motion, inches and whooshes closer to your face that despite the situation still looks fairly calm.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry he chants in his head as tears well in his eyes at the memory of earlier that morning and the last time he'd felt your heartbeat close to his. With pain in his chest, Bucky watches as your lips curl in a small smile, and it makes him wonder if you are thinking of that morning too. Wonder if you are thinking of him, if you are saying goodbye in your head. He knows it's only wishful thinking, but he can feel it. Can feel your love as his chest burns and aches and cramps.

And in that moment, the sense of slowmotion stops, the bullet speeds up and it lodges itself exactly where he's aimed it: right between your closed eyes.

For a second, everything freezes again. The two agents are staring at you in utter shock, not sure what to do now that their prime hostage isn't beneficial any longer. They stand still for a moment, eyes huge underneath the visor of their helmets as they take you in. It doesn't take long before they start yelling incoherently at each other. One is pulling on your arm while the other tries pushing you out of the helicopter but to Bucky’s relief, they eventually decide in unison to let you go. They have no need for you now.

Both of them release the grips from around your arms, and with a black boot on your right shoulder, you are pushed out of the helicopter and onto the ground a few feet below.

You fall and land awkwardly on your back while one of the angry agents jumps down beside you. His hateful gaze is aimed directly at Bucky as he starts marching across the roof of the building. They want him now.

"Come and fucking get me!" Bucky hisses under his breath and unflips his two butterfly knives, spins them between his fingers without touching his guns at all. This time, it's personal.

With his left leg stiff and throbbing numbly, he takes on a fighting stance, waits for the Hydra agent to come close, when suddenly, the look on the agent's face changes dramatically. He is staring at something behind Bucky's shoulder that makes him hastily retreat to the helicopter, and with a loud string of panicked Russian yells, he slams the door shut behind him as the giant machine immediately ascends into the blood-red night sky away from you and Bucky.

With his knives in hand and still ready for the fight of his life, Bucky is stunned, glued to the spot as the helicopter whirs away. He almost wishes he'd had the chance to stab the asshole just to make Hydra pay for once again taking everything away from him. Still, however, he doesn't bother to find out why they are fleeing all of a sudden. There are bigger things at play.

Dreadfully, he looks over at you while he hears the sound of his daggers clattering to the ground.

The gravity of what he's done hits him like a truck and he feels all his organs constrict inside his upper body. His heart wrenches impeccably while his throat and lungs are sobbing your name. He has to hold you. Has to feel you one last time. So he starts limping towards your lifeless form as he cries and clutches his burning chest. His feet are stumbling faster and faster the more frustrated and angrier at himself he grows but he has to see you. He has to.

Anxiously, he limps as fast as he can as he forgets all about his bleeding thigh and fights his way through rubble and huge shards of glass, desperate to get to you.

He is mere yards away when he is grabbed around the abdomen and tackled to the ground with a grunt. The assailant immediately has him in a tight chokehold, but Bucky doesn't even fight it.

With somebody else's arm wrapped tightly around his neck, he stares at you as you lie on the ground. He hears the familiar yell of angry men, and out the corner of his eye, he sees Steve and Sam run past him, sees how Sam's wings unfold as he kicks off the ground and flies after the Hydra helicopter. He is shooting at it with his guns, kicking his legs at the front panel, screaming his lungs out to no avail in the sky as he showers the helicopter with bullets that can't even penetrate the shell no matter how many rounds he sends after it.

From the ground, Steve is flinging his shield high up in the air, hoping by some miracle that he can break off a wing or make such damage that the aircraft malfunctions. But he can't, and in the end he reluctantly admits defeat and finally attaches his shield to his back. He turns around tentatively, runs a shaking hand through his blond hair as he slowly approaches your body. Bends down to touch your heart while the tears stream down his pale face. He is still shaking when he effortlessly scoops you up in his arms and slowly carries your body past Bucky and back to safety, not sparing him nor the person choking him a glance.

First then does Bucky realise that Natasha hasn't chased after the helicopter. That she must be the one currently sitting behind him, squeezing the air out of him. His eye catches the top of her head as they seek towards the beauty of the descending sun on the horizon.

He can hear Sam cursing and yelling loudly from somewhere nearby. Can hear him screaming Bucky's name in a fit of rage.

Bucky tunes it out. Racks his brain for happy memories of you instead as the warm tears that fall from Natasha's eyes land on his forehead. "What did you do?" She whispers above him and squeezes his throat even tighter.

His vision is getting more and more blurry but he keeps his gaze on the night sky. Imagines your face. Your eyes. Your smile. Swears he can hear the pop of your lips just before everything turns to black.

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Fuck It Friday

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So Jenwyn and Rae convincef me to post a snippet from both my vampire witch au (which i really need to get back to) and my coma!Eddie fic

Warning for smut

vampire witch au –

Evan – Buck – is on top of him, kissing his neck, down his chest and stomach until he reaches his thighs and starts lightly biting just enough where Eddie can feel his fangs but not enough where it punctures skin. Eddie lets out a small gasp of pleasure. He pulls on Buck's hair, who in turn lets out a small moan. Eddie pulls a little harder, knowing he likes it, and Buck bites his thigh enough to spill a bit of blood. 

That shouldn't be a turn on, having a vampire bite him, but it is, and he yearns for more. So he pulls Buck's hair again and Buck bites his other thigh. 

"More." Eddie practically begs. 

Buck lifts his head and gives him a questioning look. "Are you sure?" 

He nods. "I love and trust you." It's a phrase he always says in these dreams, and every time Buck gives him a bright smile that can light up the entire city of Los Angeles and a look of love that always floors Eddie. 

Buck moves up until their lips are able to collide as he gives him a searing kiss. Eddie kisses back with just as much vigor. 

"You…are…" Buck says between kisses, "amazing." 

And Eddie feels loved in a way he's never felt before. 

Buck then leans back before leaning down until their foreheads meet. He gently grabs Eddie's face within his hands and whispers, "You are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen walking this earth. I love you so damn much." 

Eddie looks down, this almost feels too much. After all he's done, between the army and ruining his relationship with Shannon, he doesn't deserve this second chance of love. 

Buck then gives him a tender kiss. "You are loved and deserve to be loved." 

Eddie's heart soars. He can feel Buck's love in every his cell of his body, and can feel all the emotions swirling within him. Is this what it feels like to be seen? To be loved, despite all the flaws? 

He then gives Buck a passionate kiss, sending his own feelings of love back to him. 

After a few blissful moments, their lips separate as Buck moves down once more and kisses Eddie's thigh before biting it hard. 

Eddie lets out a loud gasp of pleasure before getting lost into the pure bliss that is his Evan. 

Buck then uses his hand to travel from his thigh to his length and gives it a tug. Eddie moans and closes his eyes. 

He feels everything. His own pleasure between Buck stroking his cock and biting him, to Buck's pleasure as well. He feels his own love for this man on top of him and also feels Buck's love for him. 

His entire body is on fire and he feels like he's about to burst out of ecstasy and love.

And of course, that's when he wakes up. 

coma!Eddie

He's visiting Eddie again, this time Ana's not there because it's a school day and she's already missed a week of work. It's just him and Eddie.

Christopher is at school and it’s Buck’s day off and all he wants to do is be by his best friend’s side, hoping that he’ll wake up any minute.

Buck can’t do this without him. The longer Eddie’s unconscious, the more he feels like he’s going to break and never recover. He needs to be strong for Christopher, but even though he promised he’d never leave him, he feels like Chris is better with Carla or even Eddie’s parents. He’s barely holding on to a very thin thread.

"Come on, Eddie." He whispers, fingers aching to touch him but he refrains. "You have to wake up. Christopher needs you. I–" he gulps, "I need you. You have to keep fighting, Eds."

He wants to reach out and take Eddie's hand within his, but some part of him stops himself. The last time he touched Eddie, his blood was on Buck’s hands.

A knock at the door stops him from going down yet another downward spiral.

He looks up to see Eddie’s cousin and lawyer, Manuel, and a middle-aged woman.

“Uh, hey.” Buck croaks out, feeling the tenseness of the room.

“Hi, Buck.” Manuel gives him a warm smile that’s a little like Eddie’s but not quite. He points to the woman next to him. “This is Deirdre Carmicheal. She’s from Social Services.”

Social Services.

Christopher, his mind supplies as panic starts to overcome him.

Are they here to take Chris away?

But surely Eddie had a will made up just in case…just in case…

The point is Buck knows Eddie and he knows that he’d have a plan for Christopher if the worse happened.

“Hi, Mr. Buckley.” Deirdre gives him a reassuring smile. “Is this a good time for us to talk?”

“Uh.” He clears his throat, pushing down his fear. “Yes.”

Manuel suggests they go to the cafeteria, and Buck fights the urge to stay at Eddie’s side, but he has to think about Christopher and focus on whatever they’re about to tell him.

The fear of them taking Chris away is suffocating him. He already almost lost Eddie and still might lose him, he doesn’t know if he’d survive losing Christopher as well. But he reminds himself that Eddie would’ve definitely had a plan in place, so they’re probably there to just tell him that they need to take Christopher to whoever Eddie named as his legal guardian. And it’d just be for a little while because Eddie is going to wake up any day now.

Not sure who to tag so if anyone wants to do this please do!

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— voyeurism + soft dom! bokuto + edging + mutual masturbation + size kink + orgasm denial + squirting + cum play + lots n lots of cum + friends 2 lovers <3 + fluff at the end + f! reader

— word count; 2.3k

bokuto thinks it’s absolutely unfair.

unfair that he can hear you through the thin walls, fucking yourself, trying to hide those pretty noises leaving your mouth with every good hit inside your undoubtably pretty cunt.

it’s unfair that he can’t go over to your room and help you out, he’d do anything to get you to cum, by the sounds of it you’re having a hard time getting there- like there’s something weighing heavy on your mind. but he knows he’d be able to, he’d slave away at your pussy for hours to make sure your gushing down his cock, mouth, fingers, thighs, just anything.

every desperate little huff of air he can hear you make when you can’t reach your peak makes him grip the cock he’s been fist fucking along to you, tightly against the base. making sure to stop and relax, careful not to blow his load when you can’t.

it’s frustrating, he can hear you shuffling around your bed, getting in a new position to fuck yourself. probably thinking that this time you’ll get it right.

the tip of his dick is a purpling color, it hurts.

but he tries to reason with himself, if he’s using your sounds, your image to get off without you knowing, at least he can hold off for you, wait until he hears you whine high and desperate, wait until he hears the shaking of the bed smack against the wall- it helps him picture your cunt contract and wet itself, drip down those thighs he wants to be inbetween.

you start once more, the soft creaking of the bed giving away the full picture of what you’re doing to yourself inside the safely of your room.

“fuck, fuck! she’s humping her pillow isn’t she.” bokuto thinks outloud, a shaky hand coming up to his forehead, sweeping his hair back from a sweaty hairline.

hips move involuntarily at the image, smacking against the palm he had resting against himself, fingers tightening more and more around his dick. it’s jumping freely in the air, throbbing with each contraction of his balls. dribbles of precum hit his thigh, soiling himself in even more of it.

“it’s okay,” he thinks, the painful burn of keeping his orgasm at bay is punishment for what he’s doing.

this time you last longer before giving up, this time it’s too much.

your face is wet with tears, head knocked back to sob into the air. you’re covered in sweat and arousal, chest heaves with the peak that’s left you once more.

you’re so close, but you have a need to be stuffed. playing with your clit hasn’t satisfied you in days, your own fingers cant stretch you out and the plastic toys you have don’t offer the same warmth and movement a read dick gives you.

you’re crazy with lust and want- you call his name before you can even think about it.

why are you torturing yourself when you share a house with a perfectly virile, big man?

you know he’d give you what you need, know that with his build and athleticism, he’d be able to shoot a heavy load inside you like you want.

the prickle of embarrassment heats up your neck when you realize you can hear thumping,

“is he really com-“

the sound of your door opening stops your thought.

he walks right in, having the decency to stuff his aching cock back into his boxers before barging in. you can see that he’s hard, makes your mouth and pussy wet with the thought that he was doing this with you- to you.

“p-please, can’t cum, i can’t.” you sob openly, passing your poor cunt over your folded pillow. all it does it hurt, doesn’t bring you any pleasure or relief- you feel empty, you need a dick stuffing you.

“bo, it hurts. make me feel good.”

he almost cums right then and there, but he powers through it, mind set on sinking himself inside you.

“shit, don’t worry bunny. ‘m gunna take care of you okay?” bokuto pants, taking large strides towards you, his hand immediately finding your thighs, he’s so big and strong it doesn’t take much for him to have you on your back.

you open your legs, showing him all of you. you’re well past the point of any shame, the twisted need you feel doesn’t give any room in your mind for shame.

he takes a glance down at your pussy watching the light catch it, he can see you’re dripping down your thighs, puddling right at the curve of your ass and thighs.

his stare has your clit throbbing, he salivates when he sees the swollen bud.

he wants to split you open right now, but he can’t help but take two fingers and slide down to open your pussy lips. your cunt makes a wet sound as he drags his fingers into your folds, passing right over a fluttering hole that’s dripping.

“fuck.” he grunts.

“i don’t think your cunt can handle me. ‘s too tight.” he slurs, already upset at the thought. but you don’t listen.

“-no!”

the answer is desperate and pleading, you make a show to grab his big- wide shoulders. nails digging into the ungiving mass, arms outstretched to bring him close.

he’s so strong it takes almost all of your own strength to make him come down to you.

“please i can take it- don’t care if it hurts i need cum, i need your cum koutarou.” your words are rushed, makes his eyes roll to the back of his head when you call him by his first name.

“you’re dangerous, absolutely dangerous.” he thinks, if you want his cum, he’ll give it to you.

“that’s real dangerous bunny.” he growls, grabbing your hands off him, if you’re holding on like that he wouldn’t be able to put you in a press.

it’s harsh, but with how feverish and wildly you’re looking at him, he knows it’s what you need. knows that this is the easiest way to get you satisfied and pumped full of his cum.

he doesn’t have the time or patience to rid himself of his boxers, just slides his hand down and pulls his cock out.

you’re trying to hold back- really, but as soon as you see it, you’re hump the air. he has to hold you down, make sure you don’t hurt yourself.

“please!” you whine, acting as if you’re going to die if you don’t get what you want.

bokuto ignores it, grabbing your ankles, pushing them down so theyre almost at level with your head.

you didn’t even know your body could bend this way, it leaves you completely bared, pussy and ass at his mercy. it shuts you up, struggling to breathe in this position.

bokuto lines himself up with you, there’s a touch of resistance as he tries to sink in, having you like this helps, but he’s still so thick your lips stretch with the girth of him. it doesn’t stop him though.

“f-finally.” you breathe out, clutching his biceps when he starts pushing in.

you hear an audible pop when he slides his head in, a fucked out whine leaves your lips when he sinks in further, pushing against the restraint your tight cunt gives.

it hurts, but the drag of his dick against your walls makes elecriticty run down your toes. this is what you’ve been waiting for, what you’ve been craving. he’s so big, it fills you so much that you can feel it in your tummy, shuts your whining up, you’ve gone quiet and complaint below him.

your mouth hangs open in a desperate ‘o’ once he’s fully sheathed, bokuto looks on at you, his own teeth clenched tight while your pussy clenches down on him.

“that’s what you wanted, hm?” bokuto hums, smiling when you give him a nod.

he’s going to ruin you with how much you’re wetting the base of his dick, painting his pubes with arousal.

he doesn’t think he’s ever had anyone with a pussy this sensitive.

when bokuto finally moves, it knocks any coherent thought you had out of your head.

the slap of him against you is loud, not as loud as the scream you give him when you feel his balls slap against your ass though.

“shit.” the first pump knocks the wind out of him he takes a bit to adjust himself, making sure all of his weight is going into every downstroke. if he’s going to fuck you like you want, it was going to take a lot out of him.

but it’s not a problem, the start of him pounding into you makes you loose control of your body. you don’t know what sounds you’re making, or how hard your nails are biting into his biceps while he has your ankles in a hard grip. the only thing you are aware of, however, is the speed in which your orgasm comes barreling towards you.

the build up is familiar, a tight coil in your tummy, making you buck against him, he holds you down.

he wishes he could comment on how fast you’re loosing it, but can’t speak in favor of making sure you finish. you’re wheezing with every push down into you, weak little sounds leave your lips.

you wish he wasn’t fucking you stupid so you could tell him how good it feels, you wanna stroke his ego, make sure he knows he’s the best dick you’ve ever gotten. but you cum before you even get the chance.

it’s a messy haze of your pussy creaming, gushing all over him.

“f-fuh-“ you try and speak, try to get out just a word but you can’t. you can openly hear the splatter of it hit his tummy, can feel it run down your own, pooling in the crease of fat with how your body’s bent.

“you just squirt all over me.” koutarou declares with a fever in his voice. feels the need to let you know, his ego peaking.

“that’s a good girl.”

he doesn’t sound like himself, it’s a deep and guttural want that has him spitting the first thing that comes to him.

the praise warms you up, you clench down at it, giving him another spray.

everytime he leaves your pussy, his cock is coated in a thick creaminess, it’s settled right at the base of him and everytime he makes contact with your puffy lips, it leaves you painted in it too.

he’s still hammering you through it, you’re completely overstimulated, but it’s welcomed. you’ve missed the tingle and pure pleasure of it, he could fuck you unconscious and you’d wake up thanking him.

he follows soon after, hips stuttering, no longer giving you thrusts that jiggle your ass violently. hes pumping into you with languid strokes of his hips, when he cums he doesn’t want it everywhere. usually he’d take the time to paint you in it, smear it all over your abused cunt and clit, but you wanted it inside. he’s going to do just that.

a deep sigh leaves you when he spears himself for the final time, every spurt of that heavy cum settles right against your cervix, gravity helping to keep it there. he looks so good, biceps straining to keep you down, pecs squishing and even thicker thanks to his big arms being so close.

“t-thank you.”

it’s the first thing you’ve said throughout this whole thing, but you squeeze it out. an appreciative hum.

it’s the right thing to say to someone like him, the fact that he’s filled your cunt up with cum and milked your pussy for everything it has, and you’re looking up at him with wonder and the cutest dazed expression has him move his softening cock against you once more.

you hiccup, anything else following your gratitude dies in your throat.

“s-sorry.” bokuto stutters, now forcing his hips to still, slowly lowering your legs down to plop beside his body, keeping him settled against you still.

“it’s okay.”

it feels good to freely breathe again, the mess of your release looks nice against your stomach.

you don’t think you’d be able to look him in the eye after this, you’ve finished and now the repercussions of everything that went on weighs heavy on your mind.

he’s gentle now, letting himself slowly unwind from the pent up state your absolutely submissive self had him in.

there’s a harsh blush that creeps up his neck, tinting the tips of his ears red with the way you shyly rest a hand over your chest, the other coming to cover your tummy. it looks like you’re hiding from him, he can feel the lust settle now, knows that you’re thinking about how to detangle from him so you two still come out as friends.

but he doesn’t want that. he’s harbored such a crush for you for so long, the opportunity to fuck you was just something out of his fantasies, pure luck.

“y/n.” he whispers, letting you know that this is something to talk about. he’s still inside you for gods sake, it wasn’t good to shut him out after this.

“hm?”

“i like you... a lot.” he begins, searching your face for any hint of discomfort. all he sees is your eyes widen, a tiny smile on your face forming, you look like a cat who got its cream. absolutely pleased by his confession.

“i know. i like you too.”

it’s a punch to the gut, seeing your devious face light up like that.

“is that why you called my name?” he questions, and you nod.

“yeah, and well, you’re so big... i knew you’d be able to give me what i want.”

you were right, successfully going after what you’d been longing for, for so long. there wasn’t a chance in the world you’d give up your koutarous cock after this, no matter the dynamic that came with it.

“course i would, i’m gunna give you what you want all the time. you just say the word.” he boasts, bending down to kiss you sloppily, snatching your quip to his words right out your mouth.

it was nice finally have a big man like him in your arms, inside your cunt, keeping the cum there nice and warm.

[dailyreverie]

Healing Hands

A/N: Requested by @starksweasleymain to include numbers 17, 20 and 23 from the touch prompt list. There’s also a kisses prompt list in case you want to check that one out. You can request your prompt right here! (This was called “nurse Bucky” in my drafts, I found it hilarious)

17. holding the other’s chin up

20. bandaging/stitching up an injury

23. carrying the other one in their arms

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Word count: 808

Warning: mentions of violence and blood

Enemies were coming left and right. Your reflexes, more alert than ever, were in command of your body as you defeated all of them, one by one as they approached you. Bucky was a few feet away from you, his metal arm shining from the reflection of the sun as he took care of his portion of bad guys. Pure adrenaline was oozing from your bodies as you gave hit after hit, knocking them all out cold in the concrete until there were only a couple left.

It was almost too easy, almost deserving of a little brag, because what an amazing team you and Bucky were.

The man you were fighting with fell to the floor after a strong kick to his face, letting you catch a breath and turn to look at Bucky, flipping knives and punching people and dear lord he looks good while doing that.

“Enjoying the view?” He asked after taking out one more enemy and holding another one by the throat.

“Just getting some ideas for later.” The smirk on your face made him match it, sending a wink your way. You hear shuffling on the floor and rapidly turn around to a fighting stance again. But the man you had knocked out was faster, and in no time he was already on his feet and holding a metal pole in his hand.

Bucky turned to look at you just as the pole was flying to your head. He screamed your name in panic as your hands flew up in an attempt to stop him, but the metal reached your forehead before his bullet reached the man’s chest. He saw you wobbling on your heels, your fingers reaching up to the spot that was hit, your fingertips shaking as they soaked the blood that was coming out of your forehead.

Your eyes unfocused as he reached you, and right before your knees gave up he was behind you, catching you before you fell to the floor dazed. “Shit shit shit shit…” He mumbled as he saw the scary crimson liquid leaving a track as it traveled down your face in a line. Bucky lifted you in his arms, rushing to the Quinjet agitated at the sight of your unconscious state and your bloody forehead.

Your senses came back right before arriving to the Quinjet. “Buck?” You called for him, clinging to his neck as you only saw trees going past you. Your head pulsed and your eyes were ringing from the hit you took. You could feel yourself coming in and out of it, your head spinning every time it happened.

Bucky finally placed you down on an unmoving spot, laying you down holding your head carefully. “I need the first aid kit!” He urged, removing his gloves. His hands, calloused and rough, were moving softly as they cleaned the blood from your face.

The smell of alcohol woke you up fully. His piercing blue eyes were furrowed as his hands made sure you were not in pain while he heals your wound.

“How bad is it?” You heard Sam ask somewhere behind Bucky.

“I don’t know.” Bucky’s voice shaked, and he hadn’t even realized you were awake.

“I’ve had worse.” Your voice was hoarse as you spoke.

You had hoped that it would make Bucky smile, but he kept his serious face. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, doll.” He left his hand at the wound, holding a gauze there to stop the bleeding, and he finally looked at your eyes. “Does it hurt?” Bucky asks, his free hand caressing your cheek softly.

“A bit,” You whispered. He let a loud breath out from his nose as he looked at your eyes. He knew it hurt like hell. “But I’m fine, I have a great nurse.” You smiled up at him, and his face softened.

A bandage appeared in his hands and he carefully wrapped it around your head, holding the gauze in place with it. You sat up slightly when he was done, and the wave of dizziness and pain hit you again, making your face scrunch up. His hands flew to your back, holding you in case you passed out again.

You managed to sit up. When your eyes opened again his face was in anguish, his eyes looking all over your face. “Hey.” You muttered, reaching for his face to stop his frantic eyes. Your fingers got a hold of his stubbled jaw, your thumb traveling over it until it reached his cleft. You tilted it up, and his gaze found yours.

“You scared me, doll.” He admitted in a low voice, caressing your hair back so it doesn’t mess up with his bandage.

“I’m alright,” You reassured him “Thank you.” He leaned to meet your lips in a soft kiss, and with your soft smile he’s at peace again.

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[peachbear88]

The Greatest Love Story

A/N: Inspired by this lovely image I saw. I'm making this into a high school angst AU that takes place in like the 1900's. For the record, I know Steve isn't a bad person but this is an AU and I need one of those... You know, guys for this story so.... Yeah! Sorry! BTW, the second poem is not written by me, it's written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning and I stole some quotes from Shakespeare.

Warnings: Angst, homophobia, swearing, character death.

Word Count: 3.2k

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

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You scale the ancient wooden stairs of your small school. avoiding eye contact with anyone. The stares you receive from others are painfully obvious as you speed walk towards the library, seeking shelter from the judgmental glances from your peers.

"Hello dear," the kind librarian greets you as you walk past her towards your corner of the library.

You don't respond, quickly ducking behind the massive shelves, hoping to spend as much time as possible in your safe space before the classes start. Placing back your old books, you scan the shelves, until a particular title catches your eye.

"Love Poems by Women?" You murmur, flipping through the worn pages.

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A giant dusty book lands on the librarian's desk, making her look up.

"May I take this out?" You ask, your tone emotionless, cold yet tentative. The librarian smiles gently at you handing you back the book.

"Of course dear. Happy reading." You give her a small, thankful smile before dashing out of the library door. The halls are partially empty, save for the kids that skip class, hanging around in the hallways and dark alleys after school.

You duck your head, avoiding eye contact as you pass the group leaning against the lockers, most importantly, the hazel eyed beauty that could snap your neck in half, Yelena Belova.

"Hey!" Your head snaps up. Big mistake. You lock eyes with the famed blonde and you drop your head immediately, a faint blush creeping up your cheeks.

"Y-Yes?"

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." She snaps. You peek at her from the corner of your eye, her sleek dress pants catching your eye.

"Interesting outfit choice," you note before you can stop yourself.

"What did you say?" She demands and you gulp, backing away.

"N-nothing." She slowly steps towards you, backing you into the lockers.

"Get to class. And don't ever let me see you again идиот (idiot)." You hurry down the hall towards your classroom, tripping in the process as you repeatedly look over your shoulder, watching as Yelena turns back to her friend group.

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"She was cute," Natasha points out as Yelena reclaims her spot leaning against the lockers. "Why do you feel the need to tease her so relentlessly?" Yelena rolls her eyes, grabbing the flask of vodka back from her sister.

"She's annoying. I don't like her." Natasha smirks.

"Sure. Whatever you say."

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You let out a sigh of relief when the bell rings.

Your classmates flood out of the classroom, jostling each other aside in their rush to get home. You quickly sprint out the door, eager to get home, safe and sound when a hand grabs you by the arm and pulls you into a dark alley behind the school.

"Hello there girly..." A deep voice says. You gulp. The boy steps into the light to reveal Steve Rogers. One of those people that take pride in hurting others, a bully, your tormenter.

"W-what do you want?" He smirks, stepping closer to you.

"Well, a little birdie told me that someone had an encounter with a specific blonde this morning." You flinch when he grabs you by the throat, pinning you to the wall. "You wouldn't happen to be... I don't know, one of those dykes would you?" Your eyes widen and you shake your head vigorously as he laughs. "Oh man," he sputters, choking through his laughter. "Wait till the school gets ahold of this-"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence because a fist connects with his face, sending him reeling backwards.

"What the-" A strong hand wraps around his throat, pushing him backwards till his back connects with the wall.

"Listen to me you маленькое дерьмо (little shit), if you ever even think about coming near her again, I will sneak into your house at night, gut you like the fish you are and paint the school with them." Yelena warns in a surprisingly calm voice. Steve's eyes widen and he nods his head frantically until she lets go.

"Crazy bitch!" He spits, backing away quickly. You shuffle your feet, looking down at the ground as she watches him run.

"T-thank you." You mutter, not daring to look her in the eye. She sighs.

"This better not become a daily thing Y/L/N." You nod feebly. "Get out of here." You quickly pick your bag back up and sprint out of the alley, leaving Yelena by herself,

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"I'm home mom!"

"Welcome home sweetie!" Your mom pokes her head out of the living room.

"How's your book going?"

"As great as a woman writing a book can be." She chuckles forcibly. There's an awkward silence before she continues. "Your father came by today." She pauses as you swallow, feeling like something lodged itself in your throat.

"And what did he want?" She frowns at your tone.

"Sweetie, I know you don't like him but he's still your fa-"

"I don't have a dad," you growl, picking up your bag. "My dad died when he chose to abandon us." She watches as you climb up the stairs, sighing and rubbing her temple.

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You flop onto your bed, dropping the thick dusty buck onto the bed. You spend the rest of the afternoon reading through the poems until your mom calls you down for dinner.

It's an awkward dinner, quiet, only the sounds of dishes, chewing and utensils filling the room.

"I'm going to bed." You say after washing the dishes, not bothering to wait for a response.

That night, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of your room.

"Love poems by women." You mutter, an idea popping into your head. You quickly sit up, flicking on your lamp and pulling out the book and a pen.

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"Good morning dear," the librarian greets you like she does every morning.

"I'd like to return this book." You reply coldly, passing her the book once again. She smiles gently at you.

"I hope you enjoyed your reading." She says while passing you, returning the book to its original shelf.

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"Hello hon, can I help you with anything?" The librarian asks the dirty-blonde haired girl.

"No, thank you." The girl sends the librarian a tight lipped smile before returning her attention to the shelves. A ripped leather cover catches her attention. Love Poems by Women. She smiles, pulling the book from the shelf. Flipping open to the title page, a neat cursive catches her eyes.

Love flows between beings Gift from the gods Curse from the demons The missing part of every person Destined to be opposites Love is flexible Yet some seek to objectify love Love is not for the weak willed. - Aristophanes

The blonde haired girl hums, pulling a pen from her jacket's pocket and discreetly writing in the book, right next to the poem.

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Terrible.

That's the only way to describe your day. You received your essay back, ecstatic to see that you had received an A. Steve on the other hand had absolutely flunked. Instead of dedicating his time to studying, he decided to beat you up as a way of taking out his frustration.

You ended up limping out of the women's toilet, your leg flaring up whenever you moved, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

"Hi sweetcheeks," the librarian murmurs, her eyes trailing down your injured leg.

"'Ello." You quickly duck behind the shelves, pulling out the book you were looking for. Your brows scrunch together in confusion as you see a messier scrawl next to your handwriting.

Reality hits hard

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

- Orpheus

You smile letting a light laugh slip from your lips. A sweet titter revealing the little girl underneath your cold, traumatized exterior.

Quickly, you grab your pen from your pocket and begin scribbling.

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The air is knocked from your body as your back makes contact with the floor.

"Listen here dyke. I don't like you alright," Steve growls into your ear as Tony cracks his knuckles. "So here's what's going to happen: Everyday you're going to meet us here and," he pauses, cracking his neck. "Help us relive some stress." He smiles wickedly before punching you in the stomach, making you double over in pain.

Your eyes flutter shut as they deliver blow after blow 'till they finally stop. You tentatively open your eyes to see Yelena tackling Steve to the ground as Tony stares at them, eyes wide.

"I. Told. You. To. Leave. Her. Alone!" She screams, pummeling Steve with her fists. He groans, unmoving. You watch in terror as Tony picks up a trash can lid, sneaking up behind her as she punches Steve in the face.

"Watch out!" You scream, taking Tony as well yourself by surprise. She looks up to see you slamming into Tony sending him flying into the nearby wall of the alley.

He crumples, unconscious.

"Are you okay?" You mumble, limping towards Yelena, who's clutching a blood gash on her arm.

"'M fine,' she grits out. You shake your head, grabbing her wrist. She flinches but doesn't push you away.

"You're not okay. Let me help you." You plead. She stays silent and you quickly take her silence as a yes, leading her to the front steps of your home. You rummage through your back pack, finding a large wrap of bandages that you kept after your daily beating from Rogers and his friends.

She winces as you wrap her wound swiftly.

"Gentle!" She growls and you stare back at her defiantly.

"Well maybe if you would stop moving, it'd hurt less!" You retort and she shuts up, staring off into the distance. You dab the cut with a small bit of alcohol before wrapping the bandage all around her arm.

"Thank you." She whispers, giving you a small smile. Reaching out, she gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you flinch back. You quickly, shovel the bandages and medicinal alcohol back into your pack, not noticing the hurt look on her face.

"No problem. The least I could do since you saved me." You reply bluntly, swinging the bag over your shoulder and slipping through the door.

"Wait-" She sighs as the door slams shut in front of her.

You exhale, leaning against the door as you try to catch your breath.

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Yelena sighs exasperatedly, tugging at the collar of her dress shirt.

"What's wrong little sis?" Natasha smirks, plopping down next to her.

"I got hurt and Y/N patched me up." Natasha jumps up, eyes wide.

"You stained your new shirt?" She groans shaking Yelena violently. "God I'm going to kill you!" Yelena grabs her sister, stopping her.

"You're missing the point!"

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Nat challenges, flopping back down on to the couch.

"She patched me up!" Nat's eyes widen.

"Oh. Oh." She inches closer to her sister, nudging her playfully, much to Yelena's dislike. "So are y'all like," she winks at her sister insinuatingly. "A thing?" Yelena scrunches her brows in confusion.

"A thing?" Nat rolls her eyes, sidling closer to her.

"Yes. A thing. An item? Lovers?" She shrugs, missing the way Yelena blushes.

"In her dreams," Yelena snorts, leaning back into the couch.

"If you say so..."

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"Morning pumpkin!" The librarian chirps.

The blonde girl ignores her, breezing past her towards the the shelves at the very back, peeking over her shoulder quickly before pulling an old, leather bound book from the shelf.

She flips the leather cover aside to reveal the title page. Next to her messy, distorted scrawl was a neat, distinctive cursive once again.

Speak low if you speak love

- Aristophanes

She smiles gently, chuckling as she shakes her head.

"Shakespeare of all people," she whispers, her accent thickening. Pulling a forgotten pen from the shelves, she begins writing,

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The highlight of your day became going to the library and reading the little messages scrawled in between the margins of the book by Orpheus. Like:

If music be the food of love, play on

Or

Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love.

They made you smile on a daily basis, sometimes even eliciting a rare light laugh.

"Good morning sweetpea." The librarian greets you, not expecting a response. To her surprise and yours, you muster a small smile and a wave.

"Hello." You can feel the librarians shocked eyes following you as you round the bookshelf corner to find Steve, eyes wide, mouth open in shock as he stares down at something in his hands.

Your heart plummets. A book with a soft leather cover, yellowed pages. The book of poems.

You lunge for it but he step sides you swiftly, raising the book above his head.

"Speak low if you speak of love huh? I'm not surprised you know Shakespeare, you're such a nerd." He sneers, waving the book above his head.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." You stutter, backing up. He grabs you by the collar of your shirt, lifting you into the air.

"Don't fuck with me!" He growls, dropping the book and kicking it to the side. "Who's Orpheus?"

"G-Greek hero. Musician." You stutter and he slaps you, hard. You can feel your cheek swelling under his fiery gaze.

"Don't even try me. Who. Is. Orpheus?"

"I don't know, I swear!" You mutter, wincing when you accidentally bite your cheek.

He drops you, watching as you scramble to your feet, backing away.

"This isn't over you little shit. I'll be back for you," he warns, giving your book one last kick for good measure before storming out of the library with Tony and Bucky on his heels.

You fall to your knees, silently sobbing as you crawl over too the book, dusting it off and hugging it to your chest.

Yelena sighs, her heart breaking as she watches you curl around the book protectively, lying on the floor.

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"Where are you going?"

Yelena turns to find Nat, leaning against the school stairwell doorway, watching her.

"Just up to the roof. Need some fresh air," she lies, avoiding Nat's gaze. Nat lifts Yelena's chin up, staring into her eyes, boring into her very soul. Yelena squirms under her gaze until she finally lets go.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay." She smiles sadly at her little sister. "Just-" Her voice cracks as she pats her sister's shoulder. "Don't do anything stupid."

"Don't worry. I won't." She gives Nat a brief hug before hiking her pants up and starting up the stairs.

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"Ah, well look who decided to join the party!" You look up from the ground to see Yelena, your eyes clouded with pain.

"No..." You croak but Steve pays no attention to you.

"Come to save your love Yelena?" He sneers, dropping you to the ground. "Or should I say... Orpheus?" Your eyes widen as you watch him advance towards her, pushing her closer to the edge of the roof.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She deadpans and Steve chuckles.

"Sure. If you won't admit, I'll just have to settle for destroying you from the inside out instead." He grabs her by the arm. "I haven't forgotten what you did to me." He points at a long thin scar along his jawline.

You watch as Tony sneaks up from behind Yelena, striking her with a metal bar. She crumples, falling to her knees.

"Hold her." Steve directs and Bucky dutifully grabs you by the arms. He holds Yelena's chin in between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him. "Now you watch as I destroy the one thing you love the most." Tony tosses his the metal bar and Steve prepares himself before swinging it like a baseball bat.

There's a sickening crunch followed by your scream as the bar makes contact with your ribs.

"Stop!" She struggles, her eyes never leaving your broken body as he hits you over and over again. "Please! Leave her alone!"

Steve smiles evilly, locking eyes with her before swinging the bat again. Another scream. Blood trickles down your face from your nose.

"Is that right? Did the famous Yelena Belova just beg me?" He smiles cruelly before pushing you down on your back, his foot on your chest. You scream as he increases the pressure, your broken ribs digging into your lungs.

Yelena screams, kicking Tony's legs out from under him before punching Steve in the jaw. She grabs the iron bar before it hits the ground, clobbering Bucky in the stomach before kicking Steve in the stomach.

"ты сука (you bitch)!" She steps on his face swiftly, taking satisfaction in the groan of pain he emits before turning to you, gently cradling your face.

"Wow... That was pretty badass," you mumble and she laughs, tearing up. You reach out, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Don't cry." She frowns.

"I'm not crying."

"You are too." You smile, wincing in pain. "I didn't know you knew Shakespeare."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let this happen." You frown, caressing her face, forcing her to look at you.

"Hey, hey. It's fine. Don't worry. I'll be fine." You attempt to smile reassuringly but it comes out as more of a grimace. "Listen, if I don't make it-"

"Don't say that! You can't leave me!"

"Shush, listen you thickheaded poet. If I don't make it, go back to the book." You instruct her. She frowns but you can her off. "Promise me."

"But-"

"Promise me."

"I promise..."

"Good." You smile at her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, your eyesight blurring. "Wait for me okay?" Your eyes flutter shut.

"No! No Y/N! Come back!" She shakes you roughly, sobbing when you don't respond.

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Yelena watches as your body is carted off under a white sheet. Nat stands to the side, watching as her sister stares off into the distance, all life drained from her body.

Go back to the book.

She stands, slowly trailing towards the library, her eyes bloodshot, cheeks caked with dry tears.

"Hi dear," the librarian greets her, discreetly wiping her eyes with a handkerchief. "What a shame. She was a lovely girl."

"She really was the best." Yelena agrees quietly, giving the librarian a small, comforting pat on the back before moving to the back of the library where she finds the book, lying on the floor.

Yelena,

I believe that we are the greatest love poem ever written. I love you always,

Y/N

A choked sob escapes her lips as she stares at the page. You knew. You knew the whole time and you didn't even say anything. A pair of soft arms wrap around Yelena's stomach as she lets go of the dam, her cries echoing throughout the library.

"I'm sorry..."

I'm sorry...

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[melancholymetropolis]

Skin

Summary:  Business Man Todoroki has been unconsciously neglecting his wife, due to his enormous workload. So, she decides to surprise him at home office.

A/N: Thank you guys for all the love you shared on my first piece! I didn't expect so many people to be so into it! If you want to commission me for a story, click here!

Warnings: This is pure filth with a dash of fluff at the end. Maybe, angst, if you squint. Reader is, also, plus sized! Shoto is a cocky little bastard, but a total simp for his wife. 

Pairings: AgedUp!Todoroki Shoto x Black!Reader

As I grabbed my bonnet off the nightstand, my eyes caught a glimpse of the clock. 12:34 AM. I sighed and looked at the neatly made bed. My husband was supposed to be on the other side, pulling back the sheet and climbing in along with me. But, like most days, he was still in his study, waist-deep in work. Frustrated, I walked to the closet and took a long look at the present I had picked up earlier that day. I was supposed to wear it the following day since he had claimed I would have his undivided attention this weekend. However, my patience had been wearing thin and I was seconds away from throwing myself at him in my birthday suit. Knowing Todoroki, he would’ve found it by the morning anyway and ruined the surprise. 

Before I could change my mind, I stripped out of my oversize cotton shirt and underwear. I threw the items in the hamper and unhooked the lingerie from the hanger. I slipped my legs into the lace cheekies and snapped the garter belt around my waist. After I shimmied into the strapless bustier, I rolled the thigh high stockings onto my legs and clipped the garter belt onto them. I tossed the bonnet on the bed and untied my boxed braids from its messy bun. I slipped my feet in the marabou lined heeled slippers and shrugged on the matching black, silk robe. I rolled on my homemade Love Potion scented oil and fluffed my eyelashes with mascara. I added a little bit of sparkling lip gloss and headed out of the room.

On the way to the study, I had tried to convince myself that what I had done was incredibly stupid and childish. But, I simply debunked that statement with “YOLO” and continued on my journey. The door to the study had been partly ajar. Through the crack, I could see Todoroki typing away on the laptop as if there had been no tomorrow. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open a little more. I knocked twice on the frame and waited for him to look up. He didn’t.

“I promise I am almost done, I just need to type this last statement and I will join you in bed,” his eyes were glued to the computer. “Just five more minutes.”

I looked down at my rose embroidered bustier and back at him. 

Should I just wait until he finished? He did say it wouldn’t be that long.

“Okay, darling?” he quickly shot a look over to me, before resuming his work on the computer. Suddenly, Todoroki stopped typing and stared at me. His mismatch eyes washed over me ever so slowly, taking in every detail. He took his sweet time to meet my eyes again and a smirk fell on his lips. “Lock the door.” 

I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. I turned the lock to the left and looked back at him. The laptop had disappeared, along with the papers from on top of the desk. Todoroki loosened his tie and pulled it from his neck. He pushed his body away from the desk and leaned back in his swivel chair. 

“Come here,” his voice dropped an octave as his eyes darkened. 

I squared my shoulders and lifted my head. I stared directly at him as I took small steps toward the desk. I brushed my hands along the outside ridge before I walked in between his legs. I scooted my rear on the empty space on the desk. 

The Japanese man closed the distance between us and looked up at me. His fingers glided down the base of my thigh before wrapping around my heeled foot. Todoroki slipped the shoe from my foot and dropped it on the floor. He repeated the action with my other foot. His long fingers kneaded the stocking covered skin on my thigh. 

“I don't know if I should be pleased by this action or angered by it," his smooth voice dressed my ears. 

Todoroki had a way to speak with such authority and pose that it infuriated me. When he wanted to, he could switch on an Alpha persona and command my undivided attention. His voice would get deeper, huskier, and, when he spoke, it sounded as though it vibrated in my earlobes. The feather-like touches on my skin shot electricity through my skin as his gentle humming gave me goosebumps. Todoroki was well aware of how sexually attracted I was of him and would use these tactics against me. Sometimes even in public. The amount of underwear I ruined because of this was laughable. But he didn’t care since it meant that he would see me in new lingerie every so often. 

“Why would you be angered by this, baby?” I asked shyly.

Todoroki opened my thighs just a tab bit wider and scooted his chair closer. “Because I know—” he undid the knot on the belt of the rob. “I am gonna have to explain—” the silk slipped from my shoulders and fell on the desk. “Why my report is missing—,” Todoroki sat my heels on the arms of his chair and pulled my pelvis to the edge of the desk. “In the morning,” his hand kneaded the soft skin between my thighs. His fingers inched closer to my lace-covered womanhood and his eyes flickered to mine. The Japanese man placed his thumb on the moist area and drew small circles upon it. I took my bottom lip in between my teeth and nibbled on it. The skilled muscle slid to the top of my vulva and found the throbbing, sensitive bud. Todoroki drew bigger circles on that spot and my mouth fell open graciously. 

With a smirk on his lips, he mimicked my facial expression. “There we go. That’s the face I want,” he said as he leaned closer. “You like that, princess?”

“Mhm!” I hummed with a nod. I leaned backward on my hands and let my head fall back. 

Pushing my legs further apart, Todoroki rose from his seat. His lips left hot kisses from my navel and up my bustier. His tongue slid up my cleavage to my collarbones. My husband sucked the skin on the crook of my neck tenderly, before nibbling the skin on my neck. The bites increased until he reached my jaw. With one hand still on the sensitive bud, he found my lips. Leaning on my left hand, I laced my fingers in his hair and gave it a slight tug. I opened my mouth, greedily taking his tongue in my mouth. Todoroki flicked his thumb faster. My moans increased to desperate pants. I pulled my lips away and rested my forehead against his. I looked in his eyes as I whimpered under his touch. My legs began to shake slightly as my walls clenched against themselves. The seat of the cheekies was drenched in my arousal and clung to my vulva. My husband moved the digit faster and tingles ran through my body. My toes curled tightly as my pants became louder. I squeezed the root of his hair tighter; I never broke eye contact with him. 

Todoroki smirked deviously and removed his finger from the bud. 

“Why did you stop?” I whined with a frown.

He chuckled and unbuttoned his shirt. “Because if I don’t bury myself in that sweet cunt soon, I’m afraid I'll burst,” Todoroki said as he unbuckled his belt. 

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” I replied with a tired giggle. 

Todoroki pulled his trousers and boxers down in one go. His member sprang free and bobbed a little. My walls clenched in anticipation. He stepped out of the pants and kicked them to the side. My husband looked down at my clothed core with the same anticipation I had. He unclipped the garter belt from my thigh highs and gripped the edge of underwear. He gently pulled the fabric from my hips and down my legs. Todoroki tossed the panties to the side and placed my legs back in their original position. He rubbed the tip of his member from my bud to my core before sinking himself into me. I inhaled sharply and exhaled with a low moan. The familiar sensation of him stretching my walls was always such a turn on. 

His mouth fell open and a groan poured from his mouth. “Fuck...”

I slowly rocked myself against his hips, hinting that I was ready for him. 

Todoroki started off with deep, long strokes. Savoring every moment of the transaction. Quiet moans left my mouth. The stimulation from earlier still stirring the depths of my being. The pleasure in my body had been reaching its limit and I knew my husband was nowhere near done. 

Bored with that position, Todoroki leaned back just a bit to lift my legs from the desk and rest them on his biceps. He gripped the edge of the surface I was on and began ramming himself into me. The breath in my lungs had gotten stuck in my throat and I forgot to breathe.

“Oh. . .  shit . . .” My mouth formed a large ‘o’ shape and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. 

“There’s the face I want,” he said cockily. 

I leaned back on my hands and threw my head back. “ So. . . good. . .” I grunted as I bucked my hips to meet his.

“Look at my naughty, naughty wife,” Todoroki mused lowly. “Desperately. . . ready to become undone.”

“Ugh~~~,” tingles began to flood my body. Stars flashed behind my eyelids as my legs began to shake again yet again.

Todoroki lifted my legs higher until they reached his shoulders. He continued his steady, but deep pace. His long, ebony locks began to cling to his forehead. Eyes drilling holes into my body. Todoroki slid his hands along the desk and gripped the edge near my shoulders. His member pushed deeper into my, brushing my cervix tenderly. My back slowly fell against the desk, and, to avoid an injury, Todoroki supported my neck with his hand. With hooded eyes, I looked up at him.

“I love you . . . so much,” I whispered as my toes curled tightly.

“I know,” he said with a wide smile. “I love you, too.”

The tingling stopped and a chill ran through my body. My back arched into his abdomen as my eyes rolled back. My mouth stretched open and hips pulsed against his. My nails dug into the wood of the desk. An elongated groan left my lips and I saw white. Todoroki continued to stroke in and out of the smooth canal, chasing his own finish. That actually, ultimately, further stimulated the sensitive area and elongated my climax. 

"Oh. . . My. . . GOD!" The whimper increased to high pitched shrieks. 

Todoroki drops one of my legs from his shoulder and hooks it around his waist. He tucked his arm through space my arched back made against the desk. He lifted my back from the surface, digging the bones from the bustier into my back. With my lifted leg in the air, I used my right hand to grip his shoulder as I lean forward, My left hamstring tingled a little at the position, but I pushed through it. 

“Thank God for Yoga,” he said with a smirk.

“Oh shut up— shit!” Todoroki resumed his deadly rhythm in the middle of my sentence. 

“Mhm, that’s what I thought,” he replied between pants.

The potency of that new position had been lethal; each stroke caused his abdomen to briefly brush against my sensitive bud. The overstimulation caused my legs to shake violently, after a short while. A build-up of pressure found its way in my lower belly and gave off a warm sensation. I dug my nails into my husband’s shoulder and threw my head back. Incoherent words left my tongue, as water gushed from my core and onto the silk garment beneath me. Todoroki’ stroke came to an abrupt pause and a silent scream left his lips. With closed eyes, he gripped the edge of the desk tightly and pushed himself in me one more time before oozing into me. He caught his breath and ran a hand through his hair. A shallow laugh left his mouth as he pried his eyes open. Todoroki lowered my leg from his shoulder and rested a hand on my neck. Thumb on my cheek, my husband lowered his mouth to mine and gave me a passionate kiss.

I hooked my arms underneath his and placed my fingers in his hair. With his other hand flat against my lower back, he arched my body into his and deepened the kiss. He moaned against my lips.

I pulled away from the embrace and chuckled, “You never took off the bustier.”

“I didn’t want to break it,” he gave my lips a small peck. “I actually liked this one.”

“Oh. really?” I said with a raised eyebrow. “You didn’t like the pink one?”

“I mean, it was nice,” Todoroki kissed along my jawline. “But, it is something about you in black. It does things to me.” He nipped the sweet spot on my neck and a shiver ran down my spine.

“Noted,” I replied with a groan. 

“But, it really doesn’t matter what you wear,” Todoroki kissed his way up my neck and raised his head to meet my eyes, “You could wear a garbage bag and I’d still rise for you.”

“Garbage bags are black, honey,” I concluded with a cheerful glint in my eyes.

“Oh, you’re right,” Todoroki said with a laugh. After a few seconds, he paused his laughter. “I just remembered. . . I have a surprise for you, too.”

“You know I hate surprises,” I groaned. 

“But, you’re gonna like this one,” Todoroki untangled our limbs and pulled away from me. He reached into a drawer and pulled out two pieces of paper. He handed them to me. 

“Plane tickets to. . . the Netherlands,” I read aloud. 

“A two-week romantic getaway,” he declared with a nod. “I have been promising you quality time for a while now, so I decided to take off of work for a little while.”

“Looks like I gotta buy some more lingerie, huh?” I questioned with a grin.

“A whole lot more,” my husband said before pulling me in for another kiss.

[caspercryptid]

Santa Claus Man Pt 2: Mardi Gras

Battle of lights, Coney Island Mardi Gras, oil on canvas 1913-14

So to continue our reading hour of the Santa Claus Man, Our Good Friend John was both the best and the worst person to decide to take up the mantle of Santa Claus in New York. He actually had a lot of experiance with working for a family business customs company, so. The man knew about shipping. He had the experiance to do this and understood what was required, and he was tired of working for his family's company.

The guy got a lot of press later in which he proclaimed that he absolutely super just wanted to do this job for the children 🥺❤️ but, well. There may have been another reason.

The thing is Our Good Friend John may have been in juuuuuust a little bit of trouble. In 1913. Right around the time he definitely purely magnanimously decided to take the job to make some Christmas for children of New York. In September he had been involved in a public relations nightmare when he took a job promoting a Bloodless Bullfight that was supposed to bring all the spectacle of bullfighting with none of the violence. It was taking place during marti gras week in New York, on Coney Island, the stands were packed, aaaand if you know anything about bulls you may be able to guess where this is going.

Coney Island was buck fucking wild in 1913— society was pretty buttoned up on the whole, it's sure not the roaring 20s yet, but on Coney island there were clowns and games and a booth where you could specifically smash china to get some catharsis (which, as a side note, sounds fucking sick, can we bring that back?) And it's Mardi gras, so it's wild, everybody's drunk, Our Good Friend John has charmed the press, and uuuuuuh.

Bull wouldn't fight.

The matador they'd brought over from Spain is waving a flag in this thing's face, trying to get it to fight, charge, do anything, and it doesn't give a Fuck, because bulls aren't actually all that pissed off by the color red. So. The matador breaks Our Good Friend John's promise to the crowds that there would be no violence, and he bops the bull on the nose. And the bull charges him! And he jumps out of the way! And! Then! The bull! Uh.

Rams the fucking barricade separating it from the audience.

The audience runs screaming from the stands, which start to empty out, sure that the bull's about to come back for another round, only it doesn't, because!

It had just straight up knocked itself unconscious.

So.

This event is already a failure, and it's about to get worse, because a number of people (who were perhaps, not idiots) had been absolutely sure this event would come to violence, and they were members of Several animal welfare groups, and vets, who jumped the barrier and ran to the unconscious bull— bloodied, by the way, either from the impact with the wall or by the smack on the nose (probably the wall let's be real) and they very very very swiftly brought the cops down on Our Good Friend John's head for animal cruelty while the matador ran for his fucking life and managed to escape arrest.

So! John finishes Mardi Gras in a prison cell, his reputation is in shambles, and he could go back to his parents customs company to juggle tariffs for the rest of his life, but he's a smart man. He can recover from this. He's resourceful. He has money. And in December, he gets the gift of one more shot at basking in the limelight and the glow of success.

So hey, how hard could being Santa be?

[darkacademicfrom2021]

The Dark Team (part 5 S2)

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Warnings: abductions, kidnapping, forced unconsciousness, electroshocks (non explicit).

A/N: Listen. Listen. The chronologies... we already knew those were weird in this story and we accepted that. Now, we have to also accept the whole multiverse thingy being even more weird, because, yes, I'm mentioning OSCORP. Let's deal with it like mature people *screams into abyss of no return*.

“Your dirty little secret? Oh, come on. You gotta be kidding!”, exclaimed Steve, slamming the table. He immediately looked at you, “I’m sorry”.

He said sorry because it was three in the morning, Narfi was sound asleep and you all kept bickering about the coded message. You had peeped in your room several times, only to find, the first two times, Loki and your son reading in silence, each his own book, both neatly tucked under the same weighted blanket and Narfi's head resting on his father's shoulder. The third time, Narfi was asleep and Loki kept reading. The fourth, Narfi was all alone in the king-sized bed and Loki wasn't there. But he hadn't joined the meeting either.

Nobody could figure out what the dirty little secret was, and they all thought it was something Tony did. Like, you know, selling weapons.

“It’s okay, Steve. Listen, this is getting nowhere. And Loki should be here by now, where did you send him?”.

“I didn’t send him, he just… he said he needed to do something that had something to do with… could he have mentioned an old tutor?”, said Bucky, and you furrowed your brows.

“Is he in Asgard, now?”.

“I guess”.

You took your phone out, and tried to call him again, but he didn’t answer. There wasn't any phone signal in Asgard. Why would he go in there without saying anything?

“Look, all I’m saying is, the message was through JARVIS, and you’re the one with the most filthy secrets in here”, said Thor.

“Are you serious?”, spat Tony, pointing at Bucky. “This one was a hydra assassin”, pointing at Natasha “this one is an assassin”, pointing at Thor “we have no idea what’s going on with your thousand and half long life”, and finally pointing at you “there are no records whatsoever of anything you’ve done before my internship. So, no. I’m not the only one with the dirty secrets here. And, by the way, they’re dirty but public”.

“Yes. The billions you’ve won by selling weapons are very well known”.

“Shut your mouth”.

“Listen, this will get us nowhere. We could be in danger if we don't do something about this so if anyone is under any little suspicion of what a dirty secret they could be cultivating, this is the time to say it", you mediated, still calling Loki and getting directly to the voicemail.

"What could we possibly be having, Y/n?", asked Bruce tiredly.

"Any weird and innovative lab experiment? Something that could be used as a weapon? A disease? A cure? A mutation? Anything?", and you stopped on your words immediately. "Oh, no". As you opened your eyes widely, about to run to Narfi's room, Loki picked up the phone and you put it on speaker, pausing your fear. "Love! Where are you?".

Silence. Silence in the whole room, and a flickering light kind of sound. And then the unmistakable sound of a bad microphone on the other line, white noises, whispers to which you couldn't figure out the words.

"It's easy, really", said a rusty voice from the other side of the line. Everyone put on their best panic faces. You could feel your heartbeat on your throat. Not again. Not goddamn again, someone kidnapped one of you. This wasn't the kind of mission you wanted to join to get back on your feet. "You give us what we want, Mr. Stark, and we give you the man".

You looked at Tony and he huffed in frustration. He opened his mouth to speak, but on the background of the call you could hear Loki's unimpressed voice,

"The God. I'm not a man".

"Loki, are you okay? Can you hear me? Where are you?", you tried.

"I'm okay. These idiots think that they can…", he began saying, but a buzzing noise cut him off, along with a muffled screaming and something you figured was an electroshock took him out of the conversation.

"What do you want?", asked Stark. "Who are you?".

"We want money, Mr. Stark. A lot of it, to found our project", explained the voice. "And the other thing we need for the project. We could do with this one, but I'm sure you could give us a better sample".

"What is he talking about, Tony?".

"You think you can be more specific, dear?", asked Tony, losing his patience.

"Imagine a supersoldier, a superior being like that, but with ice powers, Mr. Stark. A man that's a mortal weapon itself", explained the kidnapper. "This one is particularly alright. But we will need a lot of him".

"What are you saying?".

"The frost giant. We want his blood".

They cut the conversation and Bucky grabbed your shoulder as you began to panic.

"Y/n, before jumping to this mission you should leave Narfi with someone strong enough to protect him", intervened Thor. You looked at him and sighed.

"Fine. Loki can't hear a word of this, alright?".

"Let it in my hands. I'll also ask Heimdall", he assured you and you squeezed his hand.

"Thank you", you told him, and traced the call. You did it in a few minutes and walked to Narfi’s room, to tell him where he would go. You wondered how you’d keep him calm. Usually Loki is the one that brought calmness to the situations, and this time around you had to be the one to keep calm and manage it all. You also wondered if he was capable of escaping on his own or if the kidnappers knew who they were dealing with and got him too restrained to run. Electroshocks. Loki’s weakness (anyone’s, really), so you guessed they knew better.

You knocked on Narfi’s door and he let you in with a flick of his wrist. Purple lights around the door made it disappear and he shifted his expressions from panic to disappointment really quickly.

“I’m so sorry, I…”, he began, but you walked hurriedly to him.

“Don’t worry about it, Narfi. Listen”, you said, and kneeled in front of him to reach his own height. You grabbed his tiny hand, and he paid close attention. “Daddy’s in trouble, and uncle Buck and I are going to help him come back home, alright? He’s fine, you don’t need to worry”, you explained the best you could.

“Can I come with, please, please? Daddy taught me things that could be useful, please?”.

“Don’t you wanna go with grandma, better?”, you smiled at him, hoping he’d accept and you wouldn’t have to take him against his wishes, “come on, darling, she wants to teach you some new tricks”.

Narfi smiled at those words and you sighed in relief.

“How long are you gonna take?”.

“I’m not sure. Couple of days at most”.

“Is daddy on a mission?”.

“Yeah”.

“Is he winning?”.

“I’m sure he is”.

“Is he cutting people with his new dagger?”.

“What do you mean new dag… wait, no, he’s not… hurting anyone, alright? Just… pack your things”.

“I hope he someday teaches me to throw knives like him”.

“Pack your toothbrush!”, you said from the door, and whispered to yourself, “dear Lord, I’m not letting Loki train at his sight again”.

As you left his room for him to get ready, you hurried your steps to meet the team. You tripped and fell over with someone’s leg. When you got up, hurting from the hit, you realized you tripped over Steve’s unconscious body. Looking around, the whole team seemed to have passed out completely.

“JARVIS!”, you called, your voice less calm than you would’ve liked to.

“Yes, Mx. Y/n?”.

“‘Yes, Mx. Y/n?’ What the hell happened here? Take their vitals!”, you rushed to Tony’s side and took his pulse. He seemed asleep. Just in case, you covered your nose and mouth with your sleeve.

“According to my database, they all seem to be in perfect condition. There might be some sort of a substance in the air. Should I alert Mr. Laufeyson as he comes back?”.

“Oh, God”, you realized.

Narfi.

You ran up to his room, knocking everything on your way to him. But as you didn’t even need to open an invisible door, you realized he wasn’t there. The room was completely empty.

Half an hour passed, and in the middle you ran all the way around the Tower, trying to unsuccessfully find your son hiding somewhere. But no, you were sure. You had already some theory of what could’ve happened to him and where he could be. And you didn’t like that idea at all. Oh, no. You much rather the Allfather keeping him forever than the alternative.

You poured a bit of the chemical mix you managed to prepare despite your trembling hands on the room’s vaporizer, and everyone began slowly recovering consciousness. Tony coughed up a blue liquid, and looked at it without much clue of what happened.

“Amitriptyline”, you told him, and he furrowed his brows. “In this dosage can make saliva blue, besides urine”, you explained what he hadn’t asked.

“But what for? I’m not depressed”.

“It’s for blocking whatever you’ve been given to get passed out. I know their tricks”, you vaguely explained, but, in all honesty, you really did not want to explain why you knew antidepressants blocked the effects of that substance.

“Their? What just happened?”.

“Where is my brother?!”, beamed Thor, ready to guilt him on it.

“This is not on Loki”, you said, taking a notepad out of your pocket and scribbling down some things while Bucky, Steve, Sam, Tony and Natasha got up and approached you cautiously. Thor began looking up, still trying to figure out if there was any of his brother’s magic involved. “They took Narfi. We have to act quickly, alright?”.

“Oh God, you’re not serious”, said Bucky, lowering his voice.

“They said… they said they wanted Loki’s blood”, recalled Natasha. “Loki’s blood, his heir. Not his actual blood”, she realized. You nodded.

“They want to mix human DNA with Jötun DNA and do that weird icy supersoldier mix, that terrible idea. That’s why they wanted Loki, to get his pure Jötun cells, and then get Narfi, to see how the chromosome pairs work. They want to experiment with my child”, you blurted out with your heart on your chest. “This, this right now, is an important mission. So we all better do this right now”.

“Wait, so what’s your plan of approach? Go to whatever place you think they are and go get them?”, said Steve. “I know you’re stressed and you have every right to be, but think. We need a plan”.

“We don’t need a plan, we need action, right now”, you said, unrecognizable words coming out of your mouth.

“Y/n”, mediated Tony. “Listen. We’ll figure it out. Rest of the team, to my office. You stay here and do not move even a hair, you hear me? You’re in no condition to get on board with this. Let us do this and you can help from a distance”.

“No way. There is no way you’re leaving me out of rescuing my own son”.

“Exactly because it’s your kid we’re talking about. Listen, a surgeon can’t operate on their own child. No, no. Don’t argue with me. Close your mouth. Barnes, make sure they don’t do anything stupid, wouldn’t you?”.

And with that, he left.

You and Bucky stayed in silence for about ten seconds, fidgeting with the notepad you had in between your fingers, ready to tear it to pieces out of anxiousness. After that, you said,

“Rescuing my child is not doing something stupid, right?”.

He shrugged and huffed out.

“I guess not. What’s your plan?”.

“Where would you go if you were a kidnapper with a very important child to perform very illegal experiments?”.

“I… don’t know”.

“I do”.

“What?”.

“Remember when you asked what my major was?”.

“Yes...?”.

“I… well, before the stark internship I worked in a very… odd place, it made experiments. Genetic experiments. The famous OSCORP, you know the place. They were the ones doing all the spider shit and Peter got bit by a spider in there. I worked there, and there was something that… never added up. The experiments grew worse and worse, more immoral, more dangerous. I couldn’t take them anymore and I left without leaving a trace of me in the public eye. Or so I thought”.

“You think your kid might be in OSCORP?”.

“I’m afraid so”.

“No more waiting then, let’s get the motorbike”.

“Shouldn’t we alert the team?”.

“What, so they can go by themselves, without you, without a plan and without your knowledge about that place? Besides, Loki is already in there, right?”.

“You’re the voice of reason, sometimes, Barnes”, you said, tossing him a pair of keys and his jacket. And with that, you two headed to OSCORP without warning.

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[collecting-stories]

Self Sabotage - JJ Maybank

Request: Hey babe ♥️ can I request 71. “Look I know we don’t know each other that well but I’m still worried about you.” and 123. “If I asked you to stay, would you?” With jj? Just some pure fluff and hear eyes

A/N: Told you I wrote this twice 😂

Pink Kush (the sequel) | Outer Banks Masterlist

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The party was strictly kook. You had gone to Neptune 09er’s lengths to ensure that the “coded” party message that you sent out to ‘kooks only’ made it clear that there were no pogues allowed at this most elite summer celebration. But nothing could keep away the Outer Banks’ most notorious rabble rousers. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone that pogues crashed the party, or even that they found the party. Walking passed your house was enough indication that there was something going on. If Scarlett wasn’t practically dating one of Peterkin’s deputies, she the whole thing would’ve been shut down. But it never was and the pogue crowd always showed up.

And maybe it would’ve been fine except the blond one couldn’t keep his mouth shut and Rafe was equal parts dick, especially when he was drunk. You weren’t even sure what had started the fight. You were in the kitchen with Sarah, who was ostracized, blamed for inviting the pogues that showed up, and generally ignored by other kooks at the party, when Scarlett came in, fuming.  

“I swear to god!” Scarlett cursed, grabbing a bottle off the counter, “these pogue losers are such fucking...” she groaned.

“What?” You asked, looking over at her. It was only then you realized the wealth of people who had started to congregate near the back door. As if something was drawing them there. Behind the thumping of the stereo in the living room you could hear it. The sound of shouting. “What is that?”

“That fucking dumbass friend of your boyfriend’s!” Scarlett said, directing her comment at Sarah.  

“What?” Sarah headed toward the crowd and you followed, pushing through people only to be let out into the backyard. There by the pool, Rafe was shouting at JJ, cursing him out, threatening him. They’d get close enough to shove the other but not anything more serious than that. “Rafe!” Sarah shouted, catching her brother’s attention.  

He turned to look at her and JJ took the opportunity to tackle him, knocking both of them into the water. Rafe surfaced first, grabbing JJ’s shoulders and shoving him under the water, clearly prepared to drown the pogue.  

“Topper!” You yelled, catching his attention, “get your fucking friend!”  

Some of the other pogues were at the water’s edge, trying to reach them without actually going into the pool, a strategy that obviously wasn’t working. Topper got in, grabbing Rafe and pulling him back enough that he released JJ, the other boy practically unconscious as he floated in the water. Years of life guarding at the Island Club’s indoor pool had afforded you the ability to know CPR like the back of your hand and you ran over to help as two guys pulled him out of the water.  

“Move,” you insisted, pushing your way through people and falling to your knees beside him. You leaned over JJ, pressing your ear to his chest for a moment before laying your hands over him.  

“You know CPR?” One of his friends asked, hovering your space as you counted out compressions.  

“Yes.”  

You apologized to the guy, Pope as you later learned, for snapping once JJ had sputtered out the water he swallowed, throwing himself forward and laying his head back down on your lap, pressing the side of his face into your thigh. You brushed hair off his forehead out of instinct, trying to cradle him against you too.  

“Are you okay?” Pope asked, helping JJ to sit up. You patted his back gently, moving around so you were on the other side of him.  

“Do you wanna go inside?” You asked. The crowd of pogues and kooks standing around watching hadn’t dispersed, hovering around trying to gauge if JJ was alright. Pope glanced around as Kiara came through the crowd to help. A little too late but she still weaseled her way in between you and JJ, helping him to his feet.  

“That would be good.” Pope said, wrapping his arm around JJ while Kiara stayed on his other side, helping him walk into the house with you. You could hear Pope telling JJ that they were taking him inside.  

The downstairs was mostly crowded so you led them upstairs, JJ managing by himself, pushing Kiara and Pope away when they tried to help him. “I’ve got it.” He insisted.  

“My room is right here.” You said, letting JJ pass you into the room, his wet footprints tracking across the wooden floor. Kiara hovered in the door while Pope went in after him.  

“Thanks,” Kiara finally said, somewhat awkward. To be fair, the two of you weren’t friends and you had spent the better part of the school year ignoring her for the likes of other kooks closer to your own tax bracket.  

“I’ll get a change of clothes?” You offered, not sure what to do now that JJ was in your room, just standing there in the middle of the room, soaking wet. You crossed the hall to your parents’ room, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and one of your dad’s old college shirts. When you came back into your room JJ was standing in the same place, a cut on his forehead, just above his eyebrow, bleeding. He kept wiping at it as if that would stop the bleeding. You held the clothes out for him, “here. There’s a bathroom right there.”

“Gotta love the kook life.” JJ muttered, grabbing the clothes and heading for the bathroom.

“Glad your recovered enough to be an asshole.” You snapped back.

“Hey,” JJ turned around at the door, glaring at you, “I didn’t ask to get fucking drowned by your douche bag friend.”

“I didn’t invite you to this party!” You said.

“Guys!” Pope snapped, stepping in between the two of you, “just...JJ go get changed.”

“I’m gonna grab some water bottles,” Kiara announced once JJ was in the bathroom, “might help sober him up.” She gave Pope a pointed look and he nodded.

“I’ll go with you.”

“Oh cool, just leave me here.” You replied, sitting down on your bed and rolling your eyes. Neither of them said anything, just headed out of the room and down the stairs to grab water bottles from the fridge.  

You stayed there until JJ finally came out, drying off his hair with a towel. “I left my clothes on the sink...”  

“I’ll throw them in the dryer.” You shrugged, “Look I know we don’t know each other that well but I’m still worried about you. Are you sure you’re okay?”  

“I’m fine.” JJ replied, tossing the towel in your hamper.  

“You gotta have a death wish.”  

“What?” He asked, looking over at you.

“Rafe’s fucking psychotic JJ, he would’ve killed you, ya know?” You pointed out, “if he didn’t show up uninvited to every party I wouldn’t have anything to do with him.”  

“Yeah.”

“Don’t say ‘yeah’ like you don’t believe me.” You said, “you don’t know me.”

“And yet you’re so concerned.”

“I am concerned!” You huffed, crossing your arms and looking away from him. “You almost fucking died out there...I literally did CPR on you and you’re gonna bitch at me? Look, I’m just trying to make sure that you’re okay.”  

JJ shrugged, sitting down in your desk chair and spinning it around once before facing you again. He had come to the party with everyone after he heard Sarah mention it to Kiara. It would’ve been fine, they got in unnoticed and mingled with some kooks without any trouble at all, but JJ was still fuming from a fight with his father and had, admittedly, being looking for a reason to pick a fight or get blacked-out. He saw Rafe and it was like the answer to his prayers. He started the fight and when Rafe tackled him into the pool and he hit his head on the side he’d honestly been happy to just let himself get wailed on, the older Cameron could’ve drowned him and he would’ve been thrilled.  

“Your still bleeding.” You noticed, getting up from your bed and going into the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet.

He said nothing as you cleared some books off your stool and pulled it over so that you could sit in front of him, opening the kit on your lap and pulling things out. JJ sat still, tensing when you touched his face, pushing still wet hair out of his face so that you could clean out the wound and bandage it. You weren’t sure if JJ had sobered up at all or if he was still somewhat drunk, if he’d been drunk at all or just out of his mind. Either way, you could imagine him walking back down into that party.  

“This might sound crazy but, if I asked you to stay, would you?” You asked, pressing the bandage over his cut.  

“Why?”

“Cause I honestly don’t think you should be alone right now.” You replied, “but what do I know?”

JJ frowned, biting on his tongue, “did Kie and Pope go back downstairs?”

“Yeah.”

He nodded, they were at the edge of their patience and he knew that. They’d been putting up with and taking care of his reckless behavior for the last few months if not years. They probably left altogether or at least were staying downstairs so they didn’t have to take care of this. “You don’t want to deal with this.” JJ replied, an offering of an out to you.  

“Let me decide that?”  

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