#rose wilson x reader

[venuslarkspur]

guys what if concerning dating history batsis did it with deathstroke.. or rose… WHAT IF HE’S HER SUGAR DADDY LMAO

OMG UR SO REAL FOR THIS THOUGH (Bruce is already getting grey hairs from this girl)

LIKE IMAGINE ME THIS ⬇️💗

Batsis and The Tale Of The Sugar Daddy (and gal pal Rose)

Warning: SLIGHT NSFW, canon dc violence, batfam shenanigans.

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Bruce: Listen I think it’s good that Batsis!Reader is financially independent now but where is she getting all this cash?

Tim mindlessly typing away: My theory is Roy got her pregnant and now Ollie has to bankroll them.

Damian: That’s ridiculous, they could have just came to father, Drake.

Dick who is sweating cause he knows why: Yeah..you’re probably right Tim..

Tim: What’s wrong?

Jason who is still agitated his sister is not only involved with his ex’s dad but also the ex: I’d tell you, but I was AND still am confused.

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- Batsis is definitely Rose’s awakening, she doesn’t care if she dated Jason that’s him fumbling not her.

- Batsis just started off as one of Rose’s friends when the masks were on, she didn’t know she was getting it on with her friends dad of all people.

- It’s difficult for anyone to really refute it when it comes to the age gap, yeah many think it’s gross but when they met she was the same age as Dick. (27-29) so if Bruce finds out not only can he not be argued with, Batsis will also bring up how his exes are just as bad.

- Not bc imagining Deathstroke who is just insanely soft on Batsis, say even if he gets her pregnant he isn’t going anywhere; Rose could use a little sister or brother ig. But y’all are careful, he knows better than to get a Wayne Family Heiress pregnant.

- I don’t write smut but Ik they are FREAKY, the one place they wouldn’t dare do it is Wayne Manor, he is cooked if they’re are caught there. He will have the Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, The Batgirls, Robin, Batwoman, Signal and probs more on him at that point. These mfs will let Batsis’s exes know that’s how petty there are about this.

- Imagine waking up with Deathstroke and ur both barely clothed and outside his window is the entirety of the Batfamily, Arsenal, Three Green Lanterns, Zatanna, Wonder Woman, John Constantine, Booster Gold, Harley Quinn and his own daughter are queuing up for first dibs.

- Slade knows about your problem with some of your exes (cough cough Hal Jordan) and aims to help you by drowning you in jewellery and clothes, like that new faux fur coat and boots? Yeah he bought you that, that new pearl and gold necklace with your initials? Yep he got it. That new skirt that’s shoes the perfect amount of thigh? Yep, his. Like all these past flames and flings (HAL JORDAN) know you’re seeing someone.

- Always reminds you how mischievous you are for getting nasty with him whilst being a “figure of honour and importance”, which quite frankly pisses you off, you’ve slept with most of your dad’s colleagues god damn it! He loves that it makes you feisty.

- Rose is super jealous, and you definitely share a heart wrenching goodbye kiss before she wishes you goodbye, you almost went after her before remembering your dinner date tonight and if went well you’d be confident to let your father know of your relationship.

- If your a vigilante, Rose knows your secret identity (wether you’re batgirl or not), Your Sugar Daddy doesn’t know and you quite frankly would rather he not, you make him swear off the Wayne Family all together, but you feel guilty at not being able to protect them when the masks go on.

- We know Batsis has a limit when it comes to his work, so she will break it off eventually, leaving all the dinner dates, passionate nights and shopping behind. You know you make him very happy (mostly aroused) but happy, so he’s always a phone call away, you’re always down for the occasional fling, and your time with him will always never be forgotten, even if you did the right thing, which isn’t your style at all.

- He’s up there with John Stewart and Wally West with top five men you miss but probably wouldn’t date again for different reasons.

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IDK WHY THIS GOT ANGSTY THIS WAS MEANT TO BE FUNNY BUT WTH. Life goes in yall 😭🫶

[kayhi808]

First Crush - 6

After the park, all Abby could talk about was her day with Bucky. Even when her eyes were closed, she kept chatting away, past her bedtime. Part of you found it adorable & the other part had you worried. Abby is way to attached for your liking.

Jason was an absent father, but that still doesn't mean Abby didn't miss him or wasn't affected by his death. He died in a plane crash. His daredevil ways that first attracted you to him was the same reason you were alone now. He wasn't brave & heroic, dying for his country or on a mission. He was foolish and selfish, hot-dogging it when he lost control of his aircraft. Most people dropped the subject after you say he died in a plane crash, assuming it was work related. He was stupid. Always chasing the next high. The next rush. He had a wife and baby at home. He should have been thinking of you and Abby.

You couldn't deny the attraction you felt to Bucky, but look at his job. He was an Avenger for God's sake! The bad guys he chases were much worse than your common criminals. The risks were much higher. You were second-guessing you decision in exposing Abby to Bucky. Not that you could truly stop it. Abby was drawn to him at first sight.

*****

"There you are." Bucky enters your office & sits in the chair opposite your desk.

Pushing your lunch to the side, "Hey Buck, did you need something?"

"For the past couple days I thought I'd see you in the cafeteria."

"Sounds like high school," laughing, "I was studying in the library." Bucky frowns at you, "I usually bring home lunch so i eat in my office. It's easier."

Leaning forward, "Well, tomorrow, would you have lunch with me? We don't have to stay here. We can go to this diner around the corner. Their burgers are pretty great." He picks up that you're unsure. "C'mon, doll. I know you want to."

You laugh at his ego. I mean, he wasn't wrong. "Ok."

"I'll swing by around 1p. Is that too late?"

"No, that's fine."

"Then its a date."

"It's not a date. It's lunch." He doesn't say anything, just gives you a look. Its a date.

******

The following night at the gym with Sam, Sam broaches a subject that the others were shying away from. "I saw you leaving with Y/N earlier."

"We went to the diner for lunch."

"So, what's going on with you two?"

Bucky shrugs, "Just 2 friends having lunch."

"MmmHmmm. Do you know what you're doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N's a special breed. She's a single mother. She don't need you wasting her time. You take on extra responsibilities if you start dating her."

"Relax."

"I'm just saying, you can easily find someone else to kill time with. You string her along, she's not the only one you'll be hurting. From what i hear, her daughter is obsessed with you."

"We went on a picnic & lunch. We're still figuring out what this is."

"And that's fine. Just keep in mind she brings more to the table than just herself."

"Ok, got it. Lecture over?"

Sam shrugs and leaves the gym.

*****

"Mama?"

"Yes."

"When am I seeing Bucky again?"

"I don't know, baby. He's very busy with work." You feel a little guilty at how badly Abby wants to see Bucky & you've been having lunch with him everyday for the past couple weeks. He's been dropping by your office with his own lunch to spend time with you.

"Can I asks him? I can draws him a letter." You laugh but stop when you see the earnest little look on her face.

"You know what? That sounds like a very good idea. Maybe you can invite him over to watch a movie & then dinner?"

Abby screams, climbing on the couch to give you a wet kiss on your cheek. "Bucky comes to my house??"

You release a deep breath, "Yes, you can invite him here." She runs off to her room to draw his letter. You lean your head back on the couch hoping you made the right choice.

*****

LIke clockwork, Bucky shows up at 1pm for lunch with you. You slide Abby's drawing across the desk to him. He has a smile on his face even before he opens it. When he opens it, his smile freezes and he looks between you and Abby's drawing. You cover your lips with your fingertips while you watch him, trying to suppress a smile.

"Doll, you're going to have to help me out here. Wh...what am I looking at?"

"What? You can't figure it out?" Bucky is put on the spot. "You're lucky Abby isn't here." You tap the left side of the picture. "What's this?"

"It looks like guts and eyeballs."

"Bucky!!"

"I don't know."

"It's spaghetti and meatballs."

"Oh! Ok. So this is us," indicating 3 stick figures in the middle. "And...I need help again. "This isn't brains."

"Jesus! You're terrible at this. It's a bowl of popcorn. Abby is trying to invite you over for a movie and dinner at our place."

Bucky laughs so hard, he has to rest his head on your desk. "So, I'm not invited over to commit a murder, because I don't do that anymore."

"My baby does NOT murder people! I'm not sure I want you over anymore."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry." He grabs your hand from across the desk & kisses your knuckles. "Please don't take away the invite. I want to come over."

"Will you be free this Saturday?"

"Yes, I leave next week for a mission, but I'll be here on Saturday."

"Ok," you text him your address. "Maybe 3p? It'll be after her nap & we can watch a movie before dinner."

"Thank you, I'll be there." He give you his charming smile & you have to look away. You hope this isn't a mistake.

Next Chapter

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[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

"And who are you to judge him? It's not like you've tried to get to know him. You guys just don't know him like I do,"

"I don't get it" Rachel says to herself, staring at the couple. You're sitting on the island while Jason's head is buried in the fridge looking for another brew.

"Get what?" Gar chimes in, following where Rachel's gaze was at. "Jason and Y/N? What about them?", he quietly asks, not wanting the lovebirds to overhear their conversation.

"Yeah, I think I'm improving, but I still can't get the landing right," you say to Jason as he pops the cap off of the beer he finally finds. He replies with a simple hum of acknowledgement while taking a swig.

"He's so..." Rachel starts, trying to look for the right words to describe him. "Rude? Self-absorbed? He's not even listening to what Y/n's saying," she whispers back to Gar, finally turning away from the two.

Gar tilts his head to the side. "I don't know... They've been together for a good few months now, right? We don't see them together that often, we don't know how they're like," he tries to reason.

Rachel scoff, sitting on the couch. "That's another reason why he's a bad boyfriend. We never see them around. Does he not like showing off that they're together? Jason being a cocky-ass person, he's the kind of person to flaunt around his partner."

Rachel turns back to where you and Jason were standing just to see the two of you were gone as she scoffs once more.

Gar opens his mouth to speak once more as Kori and Dawn enters the room.

"What are we talking about?" Kori asks.

"Jason being an asshole of a boyfriend," Rachel almost laughs.

"How so?" Dawn questions.

"How could you not see?" Kori says. "Jason's always brushing Y/n off, blunt, short replies, puts missions before them, he's hardly ever acknowledging their presence," She laughs, listing all of Jason's flaws as a partner.

"I guess I've never really notice..." Dawn says, unsure.

~Meanwhile~

"Jesus, you drive me crazy," Jason says, his voice low, grinning at you like a school girl with her crush.

You're on his lap, hands cradling his face, his hands on your ass with a firm grip. You're placing soft kisses all over his face, a quick break from the hungry make-out session you both were so busy with.

Your soft kisses trail away from his face, down his jaw and onto his neck, kisses and nibbling all over. Biting a certain spot, Jason lets out a quiet gasp along with a held back whimper.

You let out a light chuckle while continuing to pepper kisses on his neck.

"I liked that," You softly say, kissing against the same spot. "Do it again," you teased.

Jason groaned. "You're trying to kill me, babe," he complains as he captured your lips against his once more.

You sighed in content, breaking the kiss and leaving another lingering kiss on his forhead.

"Don't let them get to your head, love," You tell him quietly. The both of you are well aware that the other Titans (maybe except Gar) don't see why you would date Jason. You're kind and considerate while Jason is... Jason. Jason has told you many times that he wants to be taken seriously by the other members, hence his cold demeanour. And along with those explanations, came affectionate apologies of him spending all his free time alone with you in either his or your room, cuddling, kissing, properly listening to your rants and more.

"They're right though," his reply is delivered rough and raspy, a change of voice that indicates to you that he's upset.

You sigh, arms wrapping around his neck, burying your face in his meck, breathing in his distinct scent of faint alcohol and strong cologne.

"No they're not," you say, just above a whisper. "I get it, Jay. You want to prove yourself. But you don't have to prove yourself to me. Okay? You're more than enough for me," One of your hands move down, grabbing hold of his own hand, bringing it up to your lips for another gentle kiss as your other hands cup his cheek.

Jason sighs, leaning into, your touch. "I love you, okay, Jay?" He nods in reply.

"I..." He tries to say it too, but fails as his gaze shifts to the ceiling in guilt.

"Hey, hey. I told you. Only say it when you're ready, you don't have to force yourself to say it, Jay," I assure him. "Now," You move yourself off of him, bringing him down to lie with you as you rest your head on his chest. "You're supposed to tell me about this book you were reading," You remind him. He smiles once more, his arms wrapping around you happily as he starts ranting about his new book.

~

"You guys got it?" Dick confirms with the rest of the group, finishing up a debrief with the other Titans. Everyone nod and murmur 'yes's and 'yep's.

"Alright, everyone get to training," He says as he departs.

You turn to Jason excitingly. "You wanna train together, Jay? You can help me with the new move I was telling you about!"

"Not today. I'm gonna train with Gar," Jason replies.

"Ah, okay! Have fun, teach me some new stuff you learn, later, kay?" You reach up to his cheek, giving him a quick peck and a short "Love ya!"

He responds with a grunt and a nod and leaves you with a quick caress on ur cheek as he goes to one of the training rooms with Gar. Oh how much he wants to just pick you up and kiss you and hug you and hold you for all eternity.

Hank scoffs at Jason's reaction as he walks off. Donna shakes her head in disapproval as she followed along too. The other women in the room have their eyebrows furrowed, judging looks towards your boyfriend and crossed arms as they looked at you with a lovesick grin and heart eyes, watching your love walk away til he disappeared.

You quickly turn around, smiling at the rest of the members. "Any of you guys wanna train with me- what? What's with the looks?" You ask, confused.

"What's with your boyfriend?" Rachel hisses.

Your face scrunches in slight offence. "What about him?"

"Honey, he's..." Dawn starts to say though her words trail off.

"You can do better," Kori states, her hands landing on her hips.

You lightly scoff "Why's that," You say lowly, eyes narrowing, ready to defend Jason.

"Y/n..." Dawn speaks up. "We're just looking out for you. We just think you and Jason... Aren't the best match."

"We think Jason is selfish, rude and annoying, is what she was meant to say," Rachel said quietly, but loud enough for all of you to hear.

You roll your eyes. "And who are you to judge him? It's not like you've tried to get to know him. You guys just don't know him like I do," you barked, almost wanting to cry for Jason.

"Y/n, we just-" you cut Kori off by putting a hand uo, refraining her from continuing.

"No. No, no. You can talk to me when you find some respect for Jason." You coldly say as you walked away to train.

The girls looked at each other with disappointed and worried looks.

~

The team was on a mission that involved Deathstroke. It was wild and messy to the point where everyone was split up, and only some of the Titans returned back to the tower.

Jason is pacing around, alone in his room. He's covered in blood and bruises, but those don't matter to him right now. The only thing in his mind was

Where the fuck were you?

It's been two hours since he came back with Dick, Gar, Rachel and Donna but there were no signs of you coming back. Or of the others coming back he guesses. You're comms weren't working and you weren't answering his messages.

To piss him off more, Dick forbade him from going back out, knowing that Jason's impulsiveness would bring further damage.

"He's not even worried," Rachel says, sitting in the couch cleaning the blood of herself, noticing Jason's absence of worry.

"He could be?" Gar shouts from the kitchen, trying to reason again.

"Why are you even trying to defend him, we know how he is."

"He's our teammate, Rachel. We can't go off judging him if we don't know him that well," He says softly, trying not to get a rise out of the purple haired girl.

She scoffs and reply with whatever.

Dick and Donna walk into the room. "We got a message from Kori," Dick says. "The comms were breaking up but they're all safe."

Rachel and Gar sigh in relief.

Around half an hour later, you, Dawn, Hank and Kori finally return.

You're cracking your back and stretching your arms. Parts of your hero outfit is ripped and some of your blood that escaped your skin was dried and dirty and bruises littered your face, but you were always in a bright mood.

"She's finally back and bird brain isn't even running out," Rachel whispers to Gar as his shoulders sink.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna need a lie down for the rest of my life," You groan, cracking your neck.

Even from his room, Jason heard your voice as he rushed out and saw you there all battered up.

He heavily sighed in relief, running up to you, lifting you up. You lightly shriek at his sudden appearance, wrapping your legs around his waist, hands on his shoulders.

"You're okay... you scared me..thought you weren't coming back," he admits quietly, but as the other Titans stare silently in shock, especially Rachel, they heard him loud and clear.

Jason lets you down slowly and litters your face with kisses before pulling you in closer, attaching his lips to yours, finally not caring about the presence of the other members.

"Hello to you too," you giggle, leaving a kiss on his nose.

"You're hurt," he says, looking at your scrapped body.

"I'm okay, Jay," You reassure him. But he shakes his head, carries you bridal style.

"I need to patch you up," He says, giving you another kiss on the cheek before heading to his room.

"Okay, that just happened," Kori said in amusement.

"They're cuties, aren't they, Hank?" Dawn asks, looking up at the lover of her own.

Hank rolls his eyes and answers with an "I guess so" before they leave the room.

"So?..." Gar grins in success and amusement as he looks at Rachels shocked reaction.

She sighs and leans back against the couch.

"Yeah, yeah you're right, I was wrong. They are good for each other," She admits.

~

"In front of them too?" You question, sitting on Jason's bed as he wipes away any dried blood before patching you up.

"I don't care," He says, keaving you surprised. Jason patches up your last wound, giving it a kiss before getting up and cradling your face.  "Your safety is more important to me"

You lean into his touch, your hand coming up to hold his. He leans into you for a deep, passionate and long lasting kiss.

Breaking it, he leans his forhead against yours.

"I love you," He quietly but confidently say.

Your eyes brighten and you couldnt helo but break into a wide smile, feeling giddy like a kid receiving a oresent from Santa.

"I love you too"

[bartyssimp-riley-16]

In or out Dates~ DC characters

In~

Jason, Tim, Raven, Bumblebee, Garth, Donna, Rose, Cassandra, Connor, Barbara, Luke, Johnny

Out~

Dick , Damien, Bruce, wally, Beast boy, Jinx , Jon, Bart, Stephanie, Duke, selina, clark

Both~

Starfire , Cyborg , Blackfire , Roy, Duela, Zatara, M'gann, Jaime, Helena, slade, canary

[sthefany16]

The Impact of Patrick Wilson on Horror Movies: How Patrick Wilson's Presence Affected the Horror Genre and Why They're So Effective

Patrick Wilson is a versatile actor known for conveying complex emotions and making his characters incredibly realistic. Whether in dramas, musicals or, of course, horror movies, he brings intensity that connects the audience to the characters' emotional conflicts. He has a special talent for bringing everyday heroes to life, exploring a range from skepticism to vulnerability and heroism, making his performances convincing and engaging.

One of Patrick's strengths is his subtle approach. Instead of over-dramatizing or exaggerating expressions, he builds characters in a balanced way, using silent gazes and small nuances that make the audience perceive what he's feeling without needing to say much. (I love the scared face he makes in Insidious 😹🥰) This emotional depth creates a stronger bond with the viewer, who becomes involved in the character's journey.

Patrick Wilson has established himself as a remarkable figure in the horror genre thanks to his ability to bring authenticity and intense presence, elevating suspense and psychological terror in various productions. In movies like "The Conjuring" and "Insidious," Wilson balances his role as a reluctant hero and vulnerable protagonist, bringing humanity that emotionally connects the viewer to what's at stake. This depth makes the stories more realistic and impactful.

The Conjuring is particularly effective due to its constant tension and narrative blend of paranormal investigation and family drama. Patrick, playing investigator Ed Warren, creates a solid emotional foundation that lends credibility to the story and intensifies terror as supernatural events unfold. His chemistry with Vera Farmiga, who plays Lorraine Warren, further deepens the audience's emotional connection, showing the film is more than just a horror story.

In Insidious, his role as a desperate father trying to save his son from dark forces creates urgency and vulnerability, making the film frightening not only for its supernatural elements but also for the terror of a helpless father, elevating the narrative's impact by conveying both strength and fear.

This talent for balancing emotion and restraint makes Patrick Wilson a magnetic presence, and is part of what makes his characters stand out, especially in horror.

[ficreadergirl]

Part-180 -end 2- ↓ Dick: So is she okay? 😟 Jason: Yes. How is she? 😟 Tim & Damian & Cass & Barbara & Steph & Kory & Artemis & Alfred & Bruce: 😟 Duke & Kate: 😊 All together: Yay!!! 🥳 🫂 Madame Xanadu: It was difficult to banish that demon but we managed to do it with her help. 😏 Raven: 😳 me? Gar: Yes. She's great right? 😉 Raven: 😳 Artemis: Which demon we're talking about? 🤔 Madame Xanadu: I think she should explain it. I have things to do. 👋 *left* Raven: That demon was... Trigon. 😔 Gar: Your dad?? 😲 All together: 😯 Raven: Yes... 😞 Artemis: It's not your fault. You know that don't you? 🙂 Raven: 😳 Gar: Yes! It's not. Let's eat something to celebrate this news that Y/n is safe and free from him. 😃 Steph & Cass: Exactly! 😃 Barbara & Kory: I feel so hungry too. 😄 Dick & Bruce & Alfred: There is already an open buffet. Why don't you get in line? 😠 Gar & Raven: Why should we? We're not in restaurant are we? 😉 Artemis: Stop talking the kids like that. 😑 Dick: 😧 okay ma'am. *Jason slowly moving away from crowd to your room* Y/n: 😴 Jason: 😟 Rose: You scared of what her reaction will be when she wakes up? 😏 Jason: 😯 how did you get in? Rose: 🤷‍♀️ Jason: I'm not scared of anything. 🤨 Rose: Okay then let's wake her up for food. Y/n? 🗣️😄 Jason: Shut up! 😨 *You waking up* Y/n: 🤕 what happened to me? I feel like I was hit by a truck. 😣 Rose: Steph hit you honey. 😊 Jason: Don't move. You're hurt. Go back to sleep. 😦 Y/n: Jason... 😦 Jason: I was about to leave. 🙁 Y/n: No... 😔 Jason: 😟 Rose: I think I'm starving. I'll go get you two canapés too. But like... 2 hours later. 😉 *left* Y/n & Jason: 😳 Y/n: I'm sor-- 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 ↓

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[vigilante-chase]

Summary: Part 3 of Every Rose Has its Thorn. Leota and Rose catch up after lost time, and Adrian has a bright idea.

Word count: 1.2K Words

Warning: None, other than a few changes to the chapter

Pairing: Adrian Chase x Rose Wilson

AO3, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

3. Dive Bar

Rose and Leota cackled obnoxiously as they took a trip down memory lane at the bar, only remembering the good times. The good times were all that mattered. The two went to a private school, and befriended each other when Leota was a new student. She was very quiet and friendly, and Rose knew that the other students would eat her alive. Rose was always a loner, people knew who her dad was, and decided they wanted no parts of her fucked up life. When she saw Leota, she instantly recognized her as Amanda Waller’s daughter, and her godsister as well.

They were like two peas in a pod, bonding over their parents’ rein over their lives. And now over ten years later, they’ve gotten back into the flow of things like nothing has ever changed. Rose felt guilty that she didn’t even get to see her best friend’s wedding, but knowing that Leota has found a beautiful wife like Keeya made her smile.

“What about you?” Leota asks, taking a sip of beer, shivering at the bitter taste. “Any lovers with any of the Titans?”

Rose laughed a humorless laugh, “A fling here and there. Nothing worth talking about.” She had a brief thing with Red Hood, but he ended things as quickly as they started. That left things awkward as they had to work together on missions after that. But the two got over it after a while, and became friends.

Adrian knew it was a bad idea, but he only wanted to make sure Rose and Leota were safe at the bar. He had taken Chris home, and drove all the way to the dive bar that the two women were chatting in. Quickly pulling his kevlar, undershirt, and pants off. He changed into his civilian clothes, and got out to walk to the door. He sighed nervously and adjusted his glasses before walking in, what he thought was a casual and confident strut, in reality was a bashful and nervous stride. He didn’t know what he’d say once he walked up to them, he may have overestimated his confidence in this moment. Leota stopped her conversation midway, gazing at him with wide eyes. To him, it was a look of excitement, when it was really her own nervousness. Rose turned in her seat to see what had Leota spooked. Adrian couldn’t read her expression, she was clearly getting a read on him. Hopefully, she wouldn’t recognize him as Vigilante. But she was friends with Leota, so of course she’s hella smart. Well, it’s now or never.

“Hi, Adebayo! Hi, Adebayo’s friend!” That sounds like a normal greeting, right. Rose gave a half-assed wave, toying with the rim of her beer and eyeing him suspiciously. He shifted under her intense gaze.

“Um, Hey…Adrian. What are you doing here?” Leota asked awkwardly, playing along with whatever game he was playing at. He couldn’t be serious, right? He was willing to follow them to this bar, and get his precious identity found out by Rose.

“I was just in the neighborhood, and decided ‘Hey, I should get a beer!’, and then I happened to see my good friend, Leota Adebayo. And hey, she happens to have a friend, the more the merrier!” He was nailing it perfectly. Rose smiled at him, hopefully a friendly smile. She raised her eyebrow at him, he wanted to get inside her head so bad. God, what was she thinking at this moment. She whispered something to Leota then got up and walked away. Leota looked at him incredulously.

“What the hell are you doing?” She asked him.

“I can’t have a beer after a really hard day?! Is that so wrong?” He asked.

“Yes, it’s wrong if you don’t want Rose to find out your secret identity.” He knew Leota was right, looking down with a soft whine. “I’ll help you keep it safe as much as I can, but Rose isn’t dumb. She’s her father’s daughter.”

Rose walked back to the table with another round of beers before Adrian could reply, staring at him intently as she sat down. “So, Adrian, was it?” She slid a beer in his direction as he nodded. “I’m Rose.” It was his shot, to act normal and keep it together.

“H-Hi, Rose.” He cursed himself for being so nervous. “So what brings you both here tonight?”

Leota looked at Rose, who smiled softly. Is she really falling for this? Stevie Wonder could tell that Adrian and Vigilante were the same person, and she’s not even putting two and two together. Rose leaned forward, crossing her arms over the table, her eyes piercing his. “We had a long day doing this task force bullshit, right Lee?” Leota nodded with pursed lips and a side eye towards her. Where was she going with this? “I had to get on a plane for over eight hours, to be around two absolute morons and kick some ass. But, hey, I’m still alive.”

Adrian looked to Rose then to Leota, “Uh…hopefully those two ‘morons’ were very cool and kicked just as much ass. Let’s say, hypothetically, one of those morons wanted to know if you thought he was cool and badass. Would you think he was…hypothetically speaking.” Leota rolled her eyes, putting her face in her palm.

Rose chuckled and winked at him, “See you tomorrow, Adrian.” With one last gulp of her beer, she stood up, “Ready to head out, Lee?”

“Yeah, more than ready.” Leota said, thanking the heavens that this awkward bullshit was over.

Adrian thought he was hitting it out of the park, maybe Chris should help him with his flirting. He was never good at it to be honest. Usually women flocked to him when he’s Vigilante, only after he’d save them from a mugging or some shit. Impressing Rose Wilson would be harder than he thought.

Leota was gonna just come out and say it, “Okay, what the hell was that back there?”

Rose laughed a maniacal laugh, but tried to hide it with an innocent face. “What? That? Oh, I was just making conversation. You didn’t tell me you were friends with such a cutie.” Leota almost swerved the car, she didn’t know what to feel. Disgust? Confusion? Adrian and cute in the same sentence definitely confused her. Well, only because she’s known him for a while now, and the cuteness fades after hearing him talk for five minutes.

“A cutie?” She asked.

Rose hummed, “Yep, I wonder if he’s seeing anybody?”

“Girl, what the fuck?” Leota was looking at her friend as if she didn’t know her. Adrian didn’t seem like her type, but she did tell her ‘people change’. “I mean, more power to you.”

Rose couldn’t hold in her cackle at this point, “Girl, I’m fucking with you! I knew it was Vigilante the whole time.” They both laughed at the absurdity. “You really think I couldn’t hear the cadence of his voice?”

Leota shook her head, pulling into the parking lot of the shitty hotel they both would be stationed at for the next twelve months. Going to the trunk to get the rest of her luggage out, she walked up to her door, unlocking it and dropping her bags in the middle of the floor. It was time to rest and get some decent sleep.

[braveclementine]

What Do You Mean 'I Have To Stay?'

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC Elizabeth Lightwood. I do not condone any copying of this.

"Remember," Elizabeth listened as Bruce informed Steve, "You'll have to return the stones to the exact moment they were taken. Otherwise, we're still looking at a whole bunch of nasty alternative realities."

"Don't worry Bruce. Clip all the branches." Steve said, flipping the case down. Sam was standing beside him. Elizabeth and Bucky stood just a little further back.

"You know, if you want. I could come with you." Sam offered as the two walked away from Bruce.

Elizabeth felt irritated with the brace her arm was in. And also self conscious of the way the burns were on her face. Bruce had cleaned up much easier than she had. Her arm still hurt, but she was staying quiet about it.

"You're a good man Sam. This one's on me, though."

Bucky was holding Rose in his arms. Astrid and Halfdan were sitting on the benches nearby, holding the rest of the kids, though Sage and Delilah were in baby carriages. Bucky drew Steve aside, and Elizabeth pretended she wasn't listening. "Steve. . . are you. . . are you going back for Peg-"

"No." Steve murmured. "My family is here Buck. Not with Peggy."

Steve kissed Bucky's cheek and Elizabeth pretended that she hadn't heard. Steve smiled lovingly at her. "You gonna be a good girl till I get back Princess?"

"Don't tease." Elizabeth pouted up at him as he cupped her goo cheek. "I can't even have sex yet till the arm heals up."

Steve smirked, kissing her good cheek, and then the corner of her lips, then turned back to Bucky. "Don't do anything stupid till I get back."

"How can I? You're taking all the stupid with you." Bucky smirked, leaning forwards to kiss him on the lips, before lifting Rose a little higher on his hip. Then Steve stepped up onto the platform, which also contained Thor's hammer.

"How long is this gonna take?" Sam asked as Elizabeth watched Steve get into his white uniform.

"Still looks hot." She called out with a laugh. He glared at her.

"Don't tease. . . kitten. That ass'll be red when I get back." Steve smirked.

Bucky chuckled as she whimpered and pouted, "What have you done to that innocent cinnamon roll doll?"

"I think that's your fault." Elizabeth muttered. "He was like that when I bought him."

Steve glared at the both of them, "I can hear both of you."

"That's the point." They said together as Tony and Y/N walked up the hill, hand in hand. Everleigh and Morgan walked after them, Tony was holding Arlo in his arms.

Steve just shook his head, pointing a finger at them, "You're both trouble."

"Spank him first." Elizabeth pointed at Bucky. Bucky glanced at her. "Oh doll. . ."

Bruce sent Steve back before any more banter could happen.

"Hey." Tony said calmly and Elizabeth glanced over. "Let me check the arm."

"Now?" Elizabeth pouted again. She'd avoided the appointment for this reason.

"You skipped the appointment." Tony said. "Give."

Elizabeth sighed, turning and winced as Tony checked it. Tony gave her a knowing look, "Elizabeth. . ."

"More time." Elizabeth muttered, "Please?"

"The cells are not regenerating tissue." Tony said under his breath. "Elizabeth if you keep your arm like this, it's going to get infected and amputation will be necessary, perhaps higher up than it is now. I'm trying to keep you alive."

"I know." Elizabeth said sadly as Steve was returned by Bruce. She was also conscious that Bucky was listening in to everything she was saying. "I just wanted to keep my arm a little longer."

"I know. It's not like I'm looking forward to amputating you." Tony said. "Well, Shuri at any rate. T'Challa said they're creating a vibranium arm for you."

"Okay." Elizabeth nodded. "When?"

Steve walked down, the time travel version of his suit coming off. "This weekend." Tony murmured.

"Hey." Steve greeted them, touching the top of Elizabeth's head. "What are you doing here?"

"Getting things scheduled with Elizabeth on her arm." Tony said.

Steve glanced down at her and she went red, "Um, surgery."

"What-"

Suddenly, there was a strange noise behind them and they all turned to see something sort of. . . golden door being opened? Four strange looking guards in black came out. They looked almost like military personnel.

"Appears to be a standard sequence violation." The man in the front said, looking down at some sort of box while the rest just stared at him. "Branch is growing at a stable rate and slope. Variant identified."

"I beg your pardon?" Sam and Tony asked at the same time.

"On the behalf of variant authority I hereby arrest you for crimes against the sacred timeline. Hands up." The other three guards immediately charged their weapons in their hands.

Tony immediately stood in front of Y/N and his kids while Steve and Bucky closed in on Elizabeth. Sam went in front of the rest of the kids and Bruce slowly inched his way around to join them.

"Who?" Tony demanded.

The man looked at Steve. "Him."

"He didn't do anything." Elizabeth said, panicking.

"Last chance, variant."

"What did I do?" Steve asked, bewildered, slowly raising his hands.

"You have broken the time code by coming back to early from the past. You were supposed to stay in the past with Margaret Carter." The man said, approaching Steve.

"What do you mean 'I have to stay?' NO!." Steve said angrily, lowering his hands immediately for his shield. "You don't get to say where I go or who I'm with. I'm with my soulmate and wife and children. Nothing will change that."

The weapons buzzed then. Tony was now in his Iron Man suit, blasters off. Bucky had a knife in one hand, holding Rose in the other. Elizabeth called up a ball of turquoise energy. Y/N had a pistol in her hands as she body blocked her daughters- having been very taken with Morgan as well. 

They grabbed Steve's arms, trying to wrestle him to the ground.

"Leave him alone." Elizabeth snapped, twisting her body to the side, one leg up as she kicked him in the chin, sending him sprawling backwards. One of the guards grabbed her bad arm and she screamed, feeling her vision go black in pain. Next thing she knew she was on the ground, vision dotty.

"Leave her alone." Steve growled, tossing the guard that had gotten him pinned a little, shoving the guard that was on Elizabeth off. "Princess?"

"Doll?" Bucky asked in worry.

She was dazed though, black spots dancing across her vision. "Shit." She heard Tony said. "Her arm is bleeding." It felt like her arm was tearing. "Shit, some of the skins' torn! Guard me Cap."

She hissed in pain, feeling the ice freeze Tony put on it before hands were helping her sit up. She blinked several times, seeing Y/N holding Rose now. Bucky had one of the weapons in his hands, guarding her, Steve, and Tony.

Elizabeth struggled to her feet, leaning heavily into Steve as more guards poured out of the thing.

They started to surround everyone, or try too. Elizabeth couldn't see how they were fighting their way out of this one.

"Hold up!" A voice that shocked Elizabeth out of her magic rang out. She watched as Loki and a man in a brown suit came through. The man in the brown suit held up a hand. "This isn't a variant."

Elizabeth could feel her body shaking and she slowly took a few steps forward, "L-Loki?"

This wasn't like she had gone back in time. The Loki in front of her looked younger though. . . was he. . . she didn't understand.

"Hello pet." Loki smirked and the man in the brown suit nudged him, giving him a look.

"There was a miscalculation in the sacred time line. Mr. Rogers was meant to come back." The man in the brown suit said.

"But sir!" The man protested, looking confused. "The reason Margaret Carter doesn't have a soulmate is because Steve Rogers goes back in time to be with her. It's explicitly-"

"Listen, go back. Loki and I have this." Brown suit guy said. The four exchanged a look, but turned and went back in. "Sorry about that."

"I don't understand." Elizabeth said faintly.

"I'm a variant." Loki smirked, "As are you. Well, not you, you, another you."

"Loki." Another voice said sternly and Elizabeth's knees actually almost did collapse when she saw herself walk out of the portal behind. She smiled at herself. Elizabeth couldn't smile back. She felt Steve's hand on her waist.

Loki pursed his lips, "You know, only the fact that I've never technically been that Elizabeth's soulmate is the only thing stopping me from cutting your hand off for touching her Captain."

Elizabeth 2.0 nudged Loki in the ribs.

"I'm so confused." Y/N, Sam, and Tony said behind her. Bruce just gaped. Stephen looked extremely interested.

"Long story short." Brown suit guy said, tapping at something, "When you went back for the Tesseract, this Loki and Elizabeth escaped. So they're variants and they live at the TVA with me, which collects variants in a way. Works for the TVA, etc."

"So. . . you're not real?" Elizabeth asked, noticing Loki was looking over at her kids. Halfdan and Astrid stared at their father with wide eyes, slowly getting to their feet. For them, it was like losing their father less than a week rather than five years ago. They were probably wondering if he had faked his death again. 

"We have to get some of those." Loki said to her variant version of herself, who grinned. Then Loki said, "I am real, but I'm not your Loki. Your Loki is truly dead. You'd be surprised how many variants of me there are, really."

"So am I getting arrested or not?" Steve asked slowly.

"Not." Brown suit guy said. "Like I said. . . accident."

"Uh huh." Bucky said uncertainly, not lowering his defensive position.

"And Loki here really just wanted to let your Elizabeth know that they live happily ever after somewhere." Brown suit guy said. "You've got two minutes." Before that one walked into the portal. Her variant of herself went back too.

"Come here pet." Loki said quietly and Elizabeth stumbled forwards until she was standing in front of him. She felt one of his cool hands cup her face and he bent down to rest his forehead on hers. She closed her eyes, a tear falling down her cheek. "I love you." He whispered, "But, I'm gone. And so I'm glad you have two. . . well for heroes they're pretty good men. I think I like the brown haired one better though."

Elizabeth actually let out a shaky laugh at that.

"Live a long and happy life with them." Loki whispered, "And when it's all over, your Loki is waiting for you in Valhalla. I know he is. And who knows? Maybe those two will go with you too."

"Loki." Elizabeth whispered softly.

Loki smiled a little as he pulled away, thumb wiping her tears away, "Don't waste anymore tears on me pet. You have your own life to live now."

"Dad?" Astrid asked uncertainly.

"Not quite." Loki smiled, looking a little sad as he looked at them. "But close enough." He held his arms out and Astrid and Halfdan ran into them. He hugged them tightly. "Be good for your mom, alright? I love you two."

"We love you too dad." Astrid cried into his chest.

Loki and Elizabeth looked down one more time and then Elizabeth turned her attention to. . . well herself. The other variant smiled, "I'll take care of him."

"I know." Elizabeth laughed shakily. "I'm not worried about that. You're me after all."

Elizabeth watched Loki slip his hand into her variant self. Watched the three of them walk into the portal. Elizabeth stepped back and felt Bucky wrap her arms around her waist. It was dead silent for a moment, before everything grew to be too much, and she fainted.

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"How is she?" You asked as you laid naked in bed with Tony.

"Just got out of surgery." Tony yawned, having been woken up when Steve had called him. "She's got an arm to match Barnes. Shuri apparently tried to make it hot pink. Steve wouldn't let her. It's black and gold like Barnes now. Twinning. Really taking the soulmate thing to the next level. Do you want to get a matching arc reactor?"

You laughed, "No way. I love you Tony, but I do not want that on my chest."

Tony pouted at you, before rolling over to press you down into the bed. "Why not? It's so sexy."

"On you." You retorted, smiling up at him.

Tony softened, cupping your face. "I really missed you Y/N. I'm so sorry."

You laughed a little, "For what?"

Tony looked away a little. "Well Pepper I guess for starters. It was. . ."

You laughed again, louder this time, "You want to be sorry for moving on? Tony. . . if I had been in your shoes, never in a million years would I have thought you were coming back after that. I don't know how quickly I could have moved on and thanks to Elizabeth, I never have to know." Here you gave him a pointed look, "but eventually I would have. You could've come back too, maybe, and I could've had another kid. Honestly. . . I'm kind've just glad it was Pepper and not some stranger."

Tony smirked a little and then sighed, "I guess it's a good thing I wasn't snapped. I was the one who figured it out."

"Modest as always." You teased, pushing him off you so that you could snuggle into him. "Besides, after hearing what happened on Titan, I think Strange knew that you would win. Like he said, one in fourteen million. He traded your life for the stone and Thanos kept his word, keeping you alive after the snap as well. The one person needed to finish this."

Tony was quiet for a moment and you looked up to see him staring at the ceiling. "No. . ." He said quietly. "If they had never come to me. . .Scott, Steve, Natasha. . . I wouldn't have done it on my own. And even when they did come to me. . . I still didn't want to." He paused and added quickly. "Not because I didn't want you and Arlo back. But. . . I thought there could be a chance I might die. I even recorded a video. . . and I thought if I died and we didn't succeed, then I'd just leave Everleigh without both parents."

"You did almost die." You whispered, tears pricking your eyes. "You almost tried to snap the universe."

"I thought I had to do it then or now." Tony sighed. He laughed then, "And I never even had the stones. That tricky magic of hers. . . but I'm glad. We all made it out alive."

It was quiet for a long time, thinking of those who didn't make it the first time. Pietro, Vision. And then you said, "Are they staying in Wakanda or coming here?"

"Wakanda I think." Tony answered.

It was quiet for a longer time and then you asked, "How about a vacation?"

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To Kill The King Upon His Throne - Vampire Nightwing x Reader - DC Vs. Vampires Fanfiction - CHAPTER ONE

Rating: Mature Content Warnings: Violence, character deaths, blood drinking, gore, dismemberment, blood, hunting (of vampires and humans).

SPOILER WARNING:: Spoilers for all of DC vs. Vampires, but especially spoilers for Issue #6 - #10.

As the tall golden doors opened, revealing the manor within, you could not help but marvel at the sight before you. Your breath caught in your throat as you saw the sparkling chandelier hanging what seemed like a thousand feet above you, and you could barely get that breath out as you continued to scan the room. The floors were the cleanest marble you had ever seen in your life. The pillars were a glossy mahogany, adorned with stone on the tops and bottoms of them. The most beautiful woodwork you had ever seen in your life littered the railings on the second floor, and two sets of stairs led up on either side of the room to the second floor itself. These stairs were themselves covered with a floral print carpet that looked as though it had no creases in it whatsoever. Paintings in gold frames were scattered about the walls, and you wondered to yourself whether it was real gold. You thought that it must be, for no false gold could ever shine so beautifully in the light of the candles which were on silver candleholders next to both sets of stairs. But as breathtaking as these marvels were, and though you hated to admit it, they very much were, they were not what demanded your attention the most…

No… what did that was the man standing atop the second floor, hands causally resting upon the wood of the railing. He was dressed in a jet-black suit with a dazzling golden tie that rivaled the beauty of the gold painting frames. He had on above this a navy-blue vest with silver buttons, and both his cufflinks and his masquerade mask matched the shade of blue of his vest. The design of the mask itself made you think of an owl, with its ruffled edges and pointed beak. The man’s eyes reminded you of an owl as well, as they surveyed the crowd below like a bird of prey waiting for its moment to strike. You watched those eyes dart back and forth before finally meeting your gaze, and you watched the corners of his lips form into a smile. And you smiled back at him. Neither smile was unfriendly on the surface, but both held hidden intentions, you knew. For his smile, you knew from the look of his eyes, was the smile of a hawk who just spotted his next meal. But your smile… well… your smile hid a dark secret as well. For you were not a frightened rabbit, unprepared for the oncoming attack. No… you were a viper hidden in the guise of an innocent little rabbit… and just as he was… you too were waiting for just the right moment to strike.

It had only been a few months since the world first learned of the existence of vampires. At least, the widespread existence of them. No one was surprised when a few vampires showed up. After all, your cities were defended by people who could lift trucks with one hand, people who could deflect bullets, people who could run fast enough to break the sound barrier, people who could make objects out of light, and people who dressed up in costumes designed to look like bats. The villains were no stranger to magic either, with some being able to control plants and others being… well… unkillable. So of course, the news of a few vampires here or there wasn’t really too shocking. People were worried, naturally, when the news of vampire-related deaths began hitting screens all across the globe, but most assumed that the heroes would take care of these isolated incidents and the world would be back to “normal” in no time…

But then the killings didn’t stop. Not only that… they got worse.

Villains in different cities began turning up dead. Not just the lower-threat ones that people barely paid attention to either. Some bigger names began showing up on the news as victims of the vampire attacks. The Penguin was reported missing, and not long after his body turned up with bit marks littering it.

It wasn’t only villains either. Rumors were circulating that Zan, a member of the Wonder Twins, had gone missing as well, and though nothing had been confirmed by the league… the rarer and rarer appearances of his sister, Janya, made people suspect there may have been some trust to the rumors. Then… a little while later… the Flash stopped making appearances in Central City… or anywhere else for that matter. Again, no statement was formally made… but the loss of two superheroes, especially such high-profile ones, stirred up a significant amount of panic and fear amongst the citizens of… well… pretty much everywhere. No one knew what was happening, but what people were becoming certain of was that this was not something that was just going to fade out of people’s lives. This wasn’t just a few isolated incidents that would be taken care of in no time. And more and more… it seemed like this was not something the superheroes everyone had come to rely on could handle. So people began losing hope in those heroes. Some tried to stay inside. Others tried to barricade their houses or find hiding places to stay with friends, family, or anyone else they could convince to join them. There were those who thought it might be best to try and move somewhere else, and those who fought to stay. There were some who even thought it might be best to join them. These were the people who believed there was some sort of uprising going on. A war between vampires and humans. It sounded like madness at the time. Sounded even madder when people suggested joining the vampires. Of course… no one could have known how things would progress. You supposed that, perhaps if they did… they would not have been so quick to judge those people as crazy or mad… because in those people’s minds… becoming an undead was far better than becoming an undead’s next meal.

And then there were those such as yourself, who took a very different approach when it came to dealing with the new reality that you had found yourselves in. Instead of trying to run from them, hide from them, or become one of them… you decided to hunt them. There were many stories of how people became hunters. Some had family members or friends who were taken by a vampire. Others became hunters out of fear of what would happen to them, their loved ones, or their cities and homes if they did not. Some had years of experience and training in dealing with combat, and others had no training other than the skills they picked up while trying to hunt a vampire. For some, they decided on their own to become hunters. For others, someone they knew introduced them to the life. For you, it was your best friend, Rose, who had first suggested to you that you and her should team up to try and hunt some vampires. You had no experience in combat, fights, or anything of the sort. The most you knew was the stuff you had learned from watching her. But the knowledge you lacked Rose more than made up for. You weren’t sure where she learned all her weapons and combat skills from. She has always been very secretive about herself and her life. But in all honesty, you were just glad that you happened to know someone who did have that training.

Rose spent weeks training you to kill. The first bit of your training was all theory. She showed you the different types of weapons and explained all the weaknesses she knew that could help take down a vampire, or at least weaken them enough to let you get in for the kill. She showed you a special sword which she had laced with holy water and adorned with a cross. You asked her if you could get a sword like that, and at the time she had laughed and asked you if you had ever held a sword. You’d blushed and told her no, and she told you that settled the matter. She did, however, give you a small dagger which was laced with holy water, along with a large container of holy water. She told you that you were only to use that in emergency circumstances, or when you “got really good at offing them”. You had assumed you were only going to use it in the former… but after that day… the latter started looking more and more plausible until one day, it just became your reality.

That day. It will sound cliché, but that day really did start out just like any other day. Well, any other day since you had begun training to hunt vampires, and on occasion, accompanying Rose on hunts. You had met up with Rose at the secret location you two had been holding your training sessions at over the past while. You talked for a bit with her. She asked about your life, how your family was doing, all the usual stuff. You answered and asked her the same. She gave you the regular vague and ominous answers she always did, especially when it came to stuff about her family, which she either gave a single-word answer to or a grunting sound of disapproval at the mention of them. You weren’t sure what was up with this, but didn’t want to pry, so you’d gotten used to just nodding or moving the conversation along. After some small talk, training began. On that particular day, she had been teaching you about agility. Ways to both avoid an oncoming attack and ways to strike back before they even have time to expect it. When Rose had started this part of your training, she had been serious and stern, but over time (and mostly thanks to your more playful demeanor) she had loosened up and had even started cracking a few smiles at your jokes. The sparing or exercises too became more enjoyable, with some friendly competition to see who could beat who in the matches. These were the sorts of exercises that you had been doing that day. You worked hard for a few hours, then decided to take a break. It was early evening, and while you ate you and she talked about what you thought things would be like when the world returned to normal. Rose was in the middle of a scenario that sounded like it came straight from a young adult post-apocalypse novel when all of a sudden, the room started going dark.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, wondering if perhaps the power had gone out. You looked up at the lights and saw they were indeed out and turned to ask Rose whether she knew where the fuse box was. Before the question could even leave your lips, you saw that Rose had gone completely pale, as though she had seen a ghost. Her eyes were wide, and you saw fear written clearly across your face. This alone was enough to send a shiver down your back. In all the time you’d known her, you’d never seen her afraid. Worried, sure. Stressed, seemed like 90% of the time she was. But never afraid. You were about to ask her what was wrong but before the question even left your lips, a shot of dread coursed through you as a sudden realization hit you. The reason the lights weren’t on was not because they had died, or because something had knocked out the power… they hadn’t been on in the first place. You hadn’t needed to turn them on. It… it had been so bright outside. The sun shone so beautifully that you hadn’t needed to turn on any of the lights when you entered the building. So then… why had the room gotten so dark… Your focus was brought back to the present moment when you saw Rose beginning to point at something. You followed her line of sight and noticed she was pointing out the window. You could not hold back the gasp that left your lips at the sight greeting both of you outside that window.

The world was completely dark. It was as though within a matter of minutes, time had gone from early evening to midnight. You could make out the glow of lights within some of the nearby buildings, and you saw a few streetlamps which were still lit up, but other than that, you could not see anything. Most buildings, like the one you were in, were without light, and you suspected they, like you, had seen no reason to turn on the lights. You wondered how many of them were hesitating to turn on the lights for the same reason that you were, and for the same reason you suspected Rose was: not wanting to attract any unwanted vampiric attention to yourselves. Another horrible realization dawned on you at that thought, and you looked at Rose with panic, reading the same expression on her face which made you realize you and her had both had the exact same thought at the exact same time. Before, the threat of running into a vampire during the day was minimal. People learned fairly early on to avoid any areas where there was enough shade to cover a person, or any areas where the sunlight didn’t reach at all. Businesses removed any canopies or umbrellas, and the buildings that could not remove devices or apparatuses meant to shade people put up signs that warned of the dangers of such areas, especially those more out of view of the public eye. People learned how to protect themselves during the day, and during the nights people would hide out in houses, buildings, shelters, etc. Anywhere where they could to try and avoid the vampires who would roam the streets at nights, hunting for their next prey. Some businesses such as bars or clubs took quite the hit due to this lack of nighttime activity, but it was a small price to pay compared to the alternative. People adapted to this new way of living, and it provided people with a small sense of safety. Of security.

But now… that was all gone. The sun was gone… and so too with it any safety that it had provided. There was no way in that moment to know that it was going to stay that way… that there would be no way to reverse it but… but as optimistic as you had tried to be during this entire ordeal up to that point… you couldn’t see a way that this ended well. The sun was gone! They had taken away the sun! You weren’t sure how, and you weren’t sure what their end goal was. You figured they would have to bring back some of the sunlight. They fed off humans, so it would be damning to themselves if they didn’t. Humans needed food, and that either meant animals, who require crops, or the crops themselves, which required sunlight. But you figured that they must have had some sort of contingency plan for that. After all… if they could get rid of the sun… well… you were sure they had some controlled way of bringing it back to the areas where they needed it. But while you might have been certain that they would not let all of humanity starve to death (if only to ensure their own survival), it did not fill you with any sort of comfort.

The sound of shuffling brought you back to reality and you looked over to see Rose hurriedly packing a bag. She threw her sword into its holster and threw the bag over her other shoulder. You asked her where she was going, and she told you she had to check on her family. In all the times she had ever spoken of them, never before had you heard any sort of warmth or love in her voice… but now… now you heard clear concern and fear for them hidden under an attempt to keep her voice cool and causal. The thought of your own family came to mind, and you felt the same mix of fear and concern fill you. You watched Rose rush off before you could protest or tell her it was too dangerous to go alone, even for her. You doubted it would have done any good anyways.

You immediately grabbed your phone and texted your parents, asking them if they were alright. You hadn’t spoken with them much since the “vampire outbreak”, only here or there to check-in. They lived in Metropolis, and you lived in Chicago, and the truth was that you weren’t very close with them. Nothing bad had happened between you all, it was just that you didn’t get much time to visit even before everything, and neither party was particularly good at remembering to call outside of special occasions. Still though, when everything had started, they had been good about messaging you back whenever you texted, asking how you were in return. You’d purposely not told them about the hunting, not wanting to worry them. You just told them you were staying with a friend and keeping safe. You waited for the sound of an incoming message and sure enough, you heard it. Your mother was asking if you had seen what was happening outside and you told her yes, you had. Your father asked if you were safe and you told him you were. They told you that they were staying with a bunch of the neighbors and that they had barricaded the house. You felt relieved at the knowledge that they were safe. You told them to be careful and to not go outside unless it was absolutely necessary, and even then, to bring things that could help against the vampires. They told you to do the same, and you told them you would. You felt bad lying to them, but you knew you couldn’t tell them the truth. You ended the conversation by saying that you loved them, and then you turned your phone off.

At first, you didn’t hunt. You only killed the vampires you came across when you were outside, which was a rare occurrence. You had hunted before, sure, but that was with Rose. Anytime you got overwhelmed or forgot what you were supposed to do, she was there to have your back. But now you were on your own, with no one to look out for you, and you weren’t confident enough in your skills to hunt. So, you only went out when it was absolutely necessary, and you tried to avoid the vampires as much as you could. At least… until one day when you were walking back from raiding an abandoned store and you saw a group of figures rushing after someone. At first, you assumed it was a group of vampires hunting down an unlucky prey, but then you saw that they were all carrying stakes. Your eyes widened as you realized they were hunters. You were too curious to look away, and after assessing that your location was safe, you watched the group. They were closing in on the vampire fast, and it looked like they would have a successful mission.

But then you saw movement atop one of the nearby buildings, and you held back a gasp when you realized it was another vampire. It must have noticed the group and come to aid the other vampire! You saw it leap down from the top of the building onto a balcony close by, and realized in horror that the hunters were not aware of this new vampire’s presence. You watched in terror as the vampire raced toward one of the members of the group. They were the smallest of the lot and were trailing behind a little bit. You could see the hesitation and nervousness just in the way they ran. And you could see the vampire quickly approaching them. Your eyes shot back between the two figures and then, before you knew it, you were off.

You bolted towards the smaller figure without even thinking. You made sure to keep a distance away so the vampire would not notice you, using the shadows to blend in. You swiftly pulled your knife from its holster and made sure to time your steps perfectly. You waited until the vampire had jumped down to the street and was just about to strike the figure, and then you attacked. You stabbed the vampire in the throat, causing it to let out a loud screech. It wildly grasped at the knife but it was too late, the holy water had already entered into its veins. The vampire screamed insults at you and then words turned into gargles as you ripped the knife from its throat. It crawled away, hissing at you before it disappeared from your view.

You turned to see that the group had already taken care of the second vampire. The figure in front of you was looking at you with wide eyes, and you saw that they were shaking violently. They looked about nineteen or twenty. Younger than the other people they were traveling with. The others had turned back to you and the figure on the ground, having heard the prior commotion. One of them, an older gentleman of about fifty, held a stake up at you and demanded you explain your presence. The others made no moves, but you saw they were all clutching their stakes tighter too. You were about to speak when the figure on the ground spoke for you. They explained what happened, and how you had saved them from the oncoming attack. They told everyone how you had protected them, and you saw the group visibly relax. They relaxed further when you showed them your teeth and held a cross provided by one of the people. Most smiled at you, though there were a few who still looked skeptical. You supposed that was fair, given the state of the world. What shocked you though was the offer that came from the figure you had helped earlier.

They asked you to join their group. Said they were impressed by your skills, and that they thought you’d make a good addition to the team. You were stunned. You looked to the others to try to gauge their reactions and saw they were either smiling or nodding. Even the skeptical ones were nodding, though you supposed they were only doing so because it meant they could keep a closer eye on you that way. See if you were a threat or not. The figure you had helped, who said their name was Jamie, was looking at you with hopeful, bright eyes, and you bit your lip nervously. You weren’t sure about joining this group. You weren’t sure how safe it was to join any group, to be honest. Rose had always warned you about trusting others, especially strangers, and these people were strangers. But… but looking at them… you couldn’t help but want to join them. You could tell that many of the group were injured, with most only having minor injuries or scrapes, but some having injuries that you could tell were of a likely more serious nature. These injuries were hastily patched up, with some covering the wounds with only tape and tissue. You knew that they didn’t have the skills that you had gained from Rose’s training. Knew they didn’t have the know-how required to successfully hunt the vampires. But it was more than that. You could see in their eyes their determination. Their strength. Their hope. They might not have been the best at what they were trying to do. They might not even be close. But… but they were trying. They were willing to risk their lives to try to make a change, no matter how small that change might be. And you could not help but admire that. You could not help but want to be a part of that.

And so, against Rose’s warning, you smiled at the group and offered out your hand. You told them that, if they would have you, you would be honored to be a part of their group. To join them on their mission. You told them that you had some training when it came to how to properly hunt vampires and that you could train those who were interested. You saw quite a few faces light up at this, and one by one, everyone shook your hand. They introduced themselves as they did so, each smiling at you and welcoming you into the group. Even the ones who had been skeptical offered you smiles and introduced themselves. You could still sense some hesitation, and you knew it would take time until they would trust you fully but… but just seeing these smiling faces… being welcomed like that… a small part of your heart was warmed by the scene unfolding in front of you.

You were with the group for about a month. You did as you had promised, and trained them as best as you could, trying to recall as much of Rose’s teachings as possible. When not in training, you spent your time trying to get to know everyone. You spent much of your time with Jamie, as they were the closest you really had there to a familiar face. Eventually, you began getting close with some other people though. There were two others you got particularly close with. Yana and Alexander were their names. You sat between them at meals and got talking with them. It turns out that the three of you had some similar interests, and you bonded over them. You enjoyed talking with them. With Jamie. With everyone. The more time you spent with the group, the more they began to feel like a second family to you. It was a welcomed feeling, with your other family being located so far away and with Rose… well… you had no idea where she was. How she was. So, it was nice to have some people who could take your mind off things. The hunts were not going terribly either. Time after time people would return with fewer cuts and fewer bruises, and you noticed even that the hunts were taking less time. Everyone seemed relieved by this, and it helped lighten the mood. You thought that people were happy to have their little successes where they could, and you could not help but join them in their joy. For a while, everything was great. As great as it could be, given the state of the world, but… you felt at home with them. You felt happy. You… should have known it was too good to last… but you wanted to believe that there could be some light in this darkness you found yourself living in. You wanted to believe there was some hope to be found…

But if there was… it was not there. Not in that moment, and not for you.

It happened near the end of your first month with the group. They’d planned a surprise (well… it had been a surprise until they realized they had to tell you to get you out of the place so they could prepare) party for you. Told you to wait in the furthest wing of the house while they got stuff ready. Said it was to celebrate your first month with them. Said it was a tradition. You didn’t think anything of it. You knew the house was safe. No one could get in or out without first having to get by the people stationed on guard duty, a system you yourself had put in place. It was a system that had worked thus far, and so you saw no reason not to. You’d be safe, and they’d be safe too. So, you went to where they told you to, put on some music, and sat down to read a book. There wasn’t any electricity, but the house had a record player that ran on batteries, and it turned out that the owner of the house, Morris, the older gentleman who had questioned you when you first met the group, had a stash of batteries in the basement. There was plenty there, so he didn’t mind people using some for non-essential items, such as the record player. You were grateful for this, as the music always served to soothe you and help you forget about the madness outside. On that day, you found yourself struggling to stay awake, yawning as you tried and failed to focus on the words in the book in front of you. You had offered the previous night to work guard duty, and now the lack of sleep appeared to be catching up with you. Before you knew it, you were drifting to sleep as the soft sound of piano music carried you off to the land of dreams.

You awoke much later than you had intended to and got up with panic. You hoped that you had not kept the others waiting for too long and rushed out of the room, ready to apologize for your lateness. You wondered briefly why none of them had woken you to call you to the party, but you supposed that perhaps they had wanted to allow you to get some rest. Or perhaps they had tried to wake you. You were a fairly heavy sleeper, especially after pulling a night shift, so you supposed perhaps they may have tried to nudge you awake but upon not having any success, they left you to rest up until you naturally woke you. Whatever the case was, you made a mental note to yourself to thank them for both the party and for letting you rest up a bit. You rushed out of the wing you were in and were about to open the door which connected it to the front foyer when all of a sudden you noticed something sticky on the floor when lifting your shoe. You looked down and saw a red liquid seeping under the door. You stepped back, hands flying to your mouth in horror.

You tried to tell yourself it was just juice. Or syrup. Or whatever gel they used in cakes. Yeah, it was just that. Someone had been making the cake and spilled a bunch of it. And they were coming to clean it up. That’s why no one had come to get you. They were all rushing around trying to clean up the mess. But even though all of you was so desperate to believe this… deep down you knew that it wasn’t gel. Or syrup. Or juice. You knew what it was… and so you told yourself to switch off the part of your brain that wanted to believe it was any of those things and focused on the part of you that knew what it was. That part of you reached for the holy water-covered knife in your belt, and quickly pulled the door open. You tried to mentally prepare yourself for what you would see… but when the door finally opened… no part of you could ever have been ready to see what lay on the other side of that door.

Everyone was dead.

That was the first thing you noticed. Most of the bodies were completely drained of their blood, and even from a distance, you could spot the puncture wounds littering necks, arms, shoulders, legs, and ankles. Though the bodies themselves contained no blood, the area around the bite location did. This wasn’t because the vampire’s fangs had dripped some blood onto them. No… you’d seen that before and that only left a small amount. On these bodies… the bodies of your friends… of your second family… the blood around the wound resembled that of a bad laceration. Not only that… the wounds themselves were a mess and looked as though the vampire had bitten into them over and over, never quite hitting the same spot twice but hitting close enough that it looked more like one giant hole than several smaller ones. The bite locations looked closer to something you would see in cases of wild animal attacks than vampire attacks, and you could only imagine how painful it would have been. You were so focused on looking forward at the onslaught ahead of you that as you stepped forward, you failed to see what had caused the spillage of blood in front of you. That was until your foot knocked into something as you were moving forward and you looked down. You immediately wished you hadn’t.

On the floor in front of you was a body lying face down in a large pool of blood. Their legs were bent at odd angles, and you could see bones sticking out of their ankles. There was a hole through their abdomen, and you could see what appeared to be intestines coming out of the hole. It took everything in you not to vomit on the spot. Your eyes moved upwards, and you saw that one of their arms was bent in the same way as the legs were. The other arm was resting by their side, but you noticed something that made you stifle a scream. The hand of the figure was missing. You could see bits of flesh and bones sticking out at the bottom of the arm but the hand was nowhere to be seen. You looked around, trying to see if you could find it, and that was when you spotted something hanging off the door handle of the doorway you had just entered in through. It was the hand, still tightly clinging to the handle. You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts, and then knelt down. You shifted the body gently to the side, trying to see how the figure was. As soon as you saw the figure’s eyes, you let out a shrill cry of horror.

It was Jamie. You recognized those eyes. Somehow… even in death… they held such innocence. Such hope. Their eyes were wide and panicked too though, and you knew why. You knew why they had such an expression, and why they had been grasping so tightly to the handle so that… when they were attacked… the hand remained there. It wasn’t because they were trying to escape the vampire’s murderous rampage. No… it was because… because they were trying to save you. Trying to warn you what was happening. Trying to tell you to get out before… before the vampire got you too. They could have tried to save themselves. Fled down another corridor or out the main doors. You don’t know whether it would have helped but… but you knew that… you knew they had died trying to save your life, and the stab of pain and guilt you felt was more than you could ever put into words. Softly, you shut their eyelids and crossed their arms over their chest. Then you stood up and made your way out of the manor, shutting the door behind you as you left what was, for the briefest of moments, your home… and your family.

You began hunting down every vampire in the area that you could, trying to find information on the vampire who had killed your found family. You reached dead end after dead end, but you never gave up. Most of the vampires you encountered were not all that talkative, but occasionally you would find one who would offer you information in exchange for sparing their lives. You never did, but after stalking them for weeks and watching them feed off of the terrified souls of the city, you hardly felt bad about not keeping your end of the bargain. Plus… the carnage you had seen in that house had turned you cold and merciless, so to you, it mattered little what you had to do to get your revenge, so long as you got it. Sometimes you wondered whether Rose would be proud of you, or would hate you for what you had become. You wondered what the group would have thought of you… but you pushed these thoughts away as soon as they came. You had a mission. An objective. And you would complete that mission no matter what it cost you.

And soon that mission came to an end. You managed to track down the vampire responsible for the massacre at your old “home”. In the vampire’s belongings, you had found a pendant which had belonged to Yana. You remembered it well, as she always wore it around her neck. The clasp was broken and you suspected the vampire likely ripped it off of her either before or after feeding from her. But it was all the proof you needed. You had had the vampire tied up, ready to interrogate him, but the pendant’s existence confirmed that he was indeed the one you had been searching for. You grabbed your bottle of holy water, walked behind him, and then forcefully bent his head to the side, pouring the holy water into the vampire’s ear canal. You didn’t wait around to see how he died. You just walked out of the building, leaving him on his own, with nothing but the burning pain inside of him and the sound of his screams to keep him company until he eventually met his end. An end signaled to you when the screaming ceased, and the world around you fell silent once more.

With nothing to remain in the city for, you traveled around. You pondered going to Metropolis to visit your family. To see whether they were alright. But in the end, you decided against it. You had been hunting for a couple weeks now and while you never left a vampire alive to come after you later… you were sure that word had gotten around about your killing habits, and though the risk was low… you didn’t want to risk endangering them. Every time you thought about returning to them… the image of Jamie’s body came to mind, and ultimately that was enough to stop you from going. You thought that if there was a chance they would be safer without you there… then best take that chance. You weren’t sure where else to go though. You’d learned a lot about the world from the more talkative vampires you had captured. You learned that “blood farms” were being set up across the continent, and that in most cities and urban areas, people were being rounded up and placed on these blood farms.

However, you had heard that one city’s street was still free to be roamed by humans. Well… free to be roamed was not quite right. There were rumors that these streets were actually hunting grounds for the vampires who resided in the city. Instead of getting their blood from the farms, they got it from hunting and capturing any humans they could find. Gotham City, the vampire had told you, was one of the last cities in the country where humans were not being gathered for the blood farms. You had thanked the vampire for this information and then had staked them through the heart. As you thought back to this piece of information in the current moment, you thought that perhaps you could go to Gotham. It may have been the perfect hunting ground for vampires, but that meant that perhaps it might be a good hunting ground for you as well. And, if indeed there were humans being hunted by the vampires in that city… perhaps you could save some people as well. Perhaps you could help someone…

So, Gotham it was. You grabbed what little belongings you had and made the journey to Gotham. There were some motor vehicles that still worked, and even some which had gas still in them, but you did not wish to risk the attention a loud vehicle driving through mostly empty streets would bring. One or two vampires you could handle, but you knew that the second you fired up the engine of a car… you would be inviting a group of vampires your way, and that was not a fight you were prepared to take on. However, that did not mean you were going to walk the entire way. Motor vehicles might have been out of the question… but that was not the only form of transit, and luckily for you, the vampires didn’t seem to be particularly interested in cleaning up the city streets. This meant that all manner of things were left outside, including bicycles. You found one, found a helmet a few blocks down, and then headed on your way to Gotham City.

Gotham was exactly how it had been described to you. The entire city was dark in a way that Chicago had never been. You could practically smell the fear, pain, and anguish in the air, and you could taste desperation, misery, and hopelessness in it too. Upon arriving in the city, you immediately sought shelter in the first open house you could find. It was a fairly decent dwelling. There were already locks on the doors, but you made sure to add some reinforcements on all the doors and windows just to ensure no one came in uninvited. Once you had finished this, you began making yourself at home. You raided the cupboards and kitchen, sorting out all the food which was still good and rationing it. There was enough to last you comfortably for the next few weeks when combined with the supplies you’d brought with you, and you were grateful for this. You hid the food in the lower cupboards of the kitchen and then went into the bedroom, where you were greeted by a soft twin-sized bed. A sudden wave of tiredness hit you and you immediately flung yourself onto the bed, not even bothering to change. In no time at all, you were fast asleep in the newest place which you would call home.

Your routine over the next while was more or less the same from day to day. You would wake up, eat something quickly, and then immediately set out to hunt. Most days you would kill at least three vampires, but there were some days when you would spend all your time that day just tracking one. In such cases, it was only when you spotted a vampire in your hunting grounds who appeared to be of a higher station. It was fairly easy to spot which vampires were in this category. Vampires who were not were often more feral in their kills, and in their hunts. Their bloodlust was uncontrolled, and their mannerisms reflected this. But vampires who were… their bloodlust scared you far more than that of the more ferocious ones, but their kills were sadistic, cruel, and merciless. The other vampires did not pursue a single target but rather went after anyone in the area. These ones… they hunted more for sport than for the need to feed. They still drained their victims, sure, but instead of draining them quickly, they would draw it out. Sometimes it took an hour or two, but in many of the cases you’d seen, they normally took four or more hours draining a single victim, leaving them suspended for that length of time between life and death. These vampires were more cunning in their hunts and their kills, making them much more dangerous and much more difficult to kill.

Worse yet was the fact that they appeared to be able to utilize abilities beyond just heightened senses, increased running speed, and sharp fangs. Once, when you had been tracking one such vampire, you noticed that they used what appeared to be hypnosis to draw their prey closer to them. The poor soul didn’t even seem to realize what was happening, or if they did, they were perfectly fine with it. They had a smile on their face the entire time the vampire was draining them, and even as they were taking their final breath, you could see no panic or fear present. It was as though their mind was somewhere else completely… or perhaps more accurately, it was as though someone else had control of their mind. You had eventually killed this vampire, but you never were able to figure out exactly what it was the vampire had done to the person you had watched him kill.

On days when you encountered these vampires, you would often abandon your other pursuits in order to effectively kill the vampire you had found. You had to take extra precautions when hunting these vampires, as they were much more aware of their surroundings than others. Additionally, you noticed that sometimes these vampires would hunt in pairs or groups, and if you caught wind of this, you immediately dropped your pursuit and went back to your regular hunting grounds. But there were many times when you would find these vampires hunting alone, and so you would continue your hunt. It was, in fact, one such hunt that led you to where you were now…

You had been following this vampire for several days and had even packed additional food items and supplies in your bag a couple of days prior just to ensure that you did not risk losing your target due to having to return home for food or for a supply. You were determined to catch this one. Not only because you had seen him kill with a sadistic glee that you’d never seen before in your life, but because while watching him, you overheard him talking with another vampire about some sort of event. He asked the other vampire whether they had been invited, and the other vampire had shaken their head. Your target had laughed at this, telling them they must not have been high enough status to have been invited. He patted them on the shoulder and advised them to keep trying. You weren’t sure what he meant by that until he gestured towards the body of his latest victim and then told the other vampire that perhaps if they were more creative, “he” would take notice and the other vampire could get themselves an invitation.

This had immediately caught your attention, and your interest was considerably peaked. An invitation? To what? Why was this vampire so excited and cocky about getting into this event, and why did the other one look so disappointed? You suspected that the vampires likely had gatherings or meetings just as humans did, but this seemed like something… else. A general meeting or something like that wouldn’t be so exciting, you guessed. So what was it? And who was this “he” the vampire had mentioned to his friend? It had to be someone of importance, as whoever he was, he was clearly the one deciding who was “important” enough to get an invitation to the event, and who wasn’t. Was it perhaps one of the vampires who had proclaimed themselves a ruler of Gotham? You’d heard rumors of vampires who were doing that. You tended to avoid any areas where you’d heard rumors of them residing or frequenting. These vampires were ruthless and had killed many of their own kind to “earn” their titles. Part of you was tempted to take them on, but you didn’t want the attention that would bring onto you. Your ability to disappear into the shadows with no one the wiser to your identity helped your hunts immensely, and you hardly wanted to risk that all for some rumors and some vampires who claimed to be more important than they likely actually were.  

Still though… this was new. Most vampires who tried to pass themselves off as the rulers of Gotham rarely actually made appearances, and this was for good reason. Even if it was just rumors and they held no actual power or status, those rumors served as protection so long as they remained legends. But the moment they made their real presence known, they opened themselves up to attacks from either vampires who thought they could claim that title through bloodshed or vampires who were just tired of another vampire controlling things in the city. So the fact that someone was actually inviting people to an event was something you desperately wanted to know more about. Was one of those vampires getting too confident, or did they have some sort of plan? Just what was it they were inviting people to, and why only certain vampires? What were the criteria to get in? These questions and more rattled around in your brain and began to eat away at you, and you decided that you were going to have to find out once and for all what was happening here.

It hadn’t taken you long to make your move. Only a few days after the vampire had spoken with his “friend” about the event. You found him hunting in a more abandoned area of town, and with your knife ready, you jumped down from one of the balcony ladders in the area and landed square on the vampire’s shoulders. You wasted no time sinking the knife into his left shoulder blade, making sure not to strike anything vital. Yet. The vampire howled in pain and began trying to claw at you, but you were prepared for his attempts and sprinkled his fingers with holy water. His flesh began to sizzle and his howls turned to screams of pure agony. You jumped back off his shoulders and landed on the ground, kicking the vampire on the back of his knees and causing him to fall to the ground. You grabbed a stake and then climbed onto him, positioning the stake over his heart. You demanded to know what “event” was being held, and who the host of this event was. He looked at you with confusion for a moment, and then seemed to realize that you had been following him when he had had his conversation previously in the alleyway. You weren’t sure how you expected him to react, but you hadn’t expected him to start laughing. And yet, this was exactly what he did. He laughed and laughed as though you’d just told him the funniest joke in the world, and it was a horrid sound, that laugh. You pressed the stake right against his chest and repeated your query, in no mood for the vampire’s games. The vampire’s laughter stopped and he cleared his throat before answering your question.

He told you that the event was a ball. A masquerade ball. It was being hosted in one of the most lavish mansions in the area and was an event that was hosted every few months. He said that the event was strictly by invitation only. No one knew how the invitees were picked, but everyone had their own theories. The only thing that people knew for sure was that, around the same time every few months, people would find invitations either on their doorsteps or in their regular hunting areas. The invitations all had the same designs on them. New ones every event. The names of the invitees were never printed on them. They only gave the time and date of the event, as well as the address. At the bottom was a “sincerely and with thanks” note signed only by “The Lord of Vampires”. No name was given other than that.

You asked the vampire what he thought was meant by this, and he gave you a confused expression, asking you if you had ever heard of the Vampire King. You shook your head, and he furrowed his brows. He explained to you that Gotham wasn’t chosen as a hunting ground for no reason. That it was chosen as such because it was where the King of Vampires resided. He said that he did not know much about this King of Vampires and that the only time he’d ever been close to him was at a previous masquerade ball, but even then, he had only seen the man for a split second. But the vampire had told you that there were rumors he obtained his current position by killing the previous Vampire Queen, and so he had tried to stay far away from the current King. Still, he attended the ball every time he was invited, as for one thing, he didn’t want to upset the King by turning down the invitation, and two, it was the most talked about event for vampires and gaining an invitation… attending the event… it helped a vampire quickly rise in terms of their power and status. You asked the vampire whether he had the invitation to the event on him, and he nodded, explaining that he never went anywhere without it in the fear it may be stolen or lost. You asked him where the invitation was, and he told you it was in his jacket pocket. You thanked him, and before he had a chance to move or speak again, you rammed the stake through his heart.

After cleaning up the mess, you rummaged through the vampire’s pocket and found that he had, in fact, been telling the truth. There, in the left pocket of his jacket, was in fact an invitation that noted a date, time, and place, along with the closing statement that the vampire had informed you would be on it. Sure enough, no name was listed on the invitation. You searched on the front and back of it, but other than the aforementioned details as well as a stunning navy blue and black backing, you saw nothing. A smirk came upon your face as you realized what this meant…

The next while was spent preparing everything you’d need for the big night. The vampire was smart to keep the invitation on him, but not quite as smart in bragging about it. You, however, would not make this mistake. You kept the invitation upon you at all times, and whenever you were moving it, you made sure to keep an eye out for anyone who might have seen you pick it up or move it. The last thing you needed was for some other vampire to try and steal it from you. You wondered if that was this Vampire King’s goal in not adding a name to the invitation. Perhaps there was no method to who got invited or if there was, perhaps it didn’t really matter to him. Perhaps he just wanted to see who would be willing to spill blood… well… vampire blood, for a chance to attend the event. Or perhaps he had no idea how famous his event was? You weren’t sure, but it hardly mattered. It was beneficial to you that the invitation contained no name, and that was all that really mattered to you. Finding the location wasn’t all that difficult, which you were grateful for. Technology had ceased working a while back but there were still maps around the city, and you managed to find one that showed the location of the mansion, which was apparently somewhat of a staple of Gotham. So, there was that taken care of.

The next issue was how to blend in at the party. You worried that, perhaps, vampires might be able to tell upon scent whether someone was human or not. There were plenty of vampire tales and myths to suggest such a thing, however, you knew that there were hundreds, if not thousands, of myths and tales about vampires, and not all of them were true. The question was whether this particular one was true or not. You spent some time testing this, walking amongst vampires instead of hiding in the shadows. You had your weapons close at hand in case one of them did sense you were human, but after a few trials, you learned that they could not tell you apart from their fellow vampires. None of them came after you, and a few who were in the process of hunting even asked if you wanted to join them. This was all the proof you needed to show you that, in fact, vampires could not differentiate between humans and vampires upon scent alone. This meant that the most crucial thing that you would have to avoid would be getting cut or injured on anything. That, you knew, did attract vampires. It appeared they could not tell whether one was human or a vampire based upon their regular scent, however, you knew that they were attracted to the scent of blood. You didn’t have to test this, as you knew from past experience that this was the case. You’d had one too many unfortunate incidences where you had gotten cut by something while running about Gotham, and had had to abandon your post and try to hide out somewhere due to the sheer amount of vampires who had started on your trail simply from that small amount of blood. And that was in a giant city where you could run away… you couldn’t even imagine what would become of you if you got cut in a mansion with a bunch of thirsty vampires… one of which was the King of the Vampires. So, you made a mental note to yourself to avoid any objects that could lead to you getting injured and to do your best to avoid any situations where you may get injured. It was, though, a masquerade ball, so you doubted this was going to be an issue. Still though, best to stay vigilant. You didn’t want to take any unnecessary risks.

And with those things out of the way, you began to prepare for the big event. You found the fanciest outfit that you could and set it away for the day. You got all the accessories and things that you wanted to in order to add to the look and did the same thing. One night while hunting, you stumbled upon a small shop that had, before everything, sold cosmetics and similar things. You found several bottles of perfume and cologne and grabbed a few of those before heading out of the shop. You figured that that could help you blend in with the vampires. The ones in Gotham had not noticed you were not one of them, true, but you weren’t entirely positive that the others wouldn’t be able to. You thought that it was better safe than sorry, and if the products could help mask the fact that you were human…well… it was worth a shot. Worst case scenario, you get a chance to use some of the supplies you’d snagged during your trips around the city. Best case scenario… it helped you avoid detection. You also picked up some additional weapons and supplies, including more holy water and a few crosses as well. You altered your outfit for the ball so that you could hide the weapons inside of the coat you were wearing to the event, and you hid a smaller knife on the inside of your footwear as well. Once you had finished the alterations and gotten everything else prepared, all there was left to do was wait. And so wait you did…

Until now.

And here you were. Standing a little past the doorway of the vampire masquerade ball. Vampires dancing up ahead of you in the ballroom Some were grabbing drinks or snacks in the parlor room, and others were chatting away in the library. None had noticed that there was an intruder in their midst. None had noticed that you weren’t quite like the others. You weren’t sure whether it was the mix of cologne and perfume you had sprayed on yourself earlier, or whether your theory had been correct about them not being able to smell you unless you were cut, but either way… you were in, and there was no sign of trouble… well…

At least not any unexpected trouble.

The expected trouble, as it happened, was now making his way down from the second floor. The long, jet-black tailcoat he was wearing flowed behind him like a cape as he practically glided over the stairs. His movements were so perfect and so graceful that you swore it was as though he was not taking steps, but rather floating above the stairs as he moved toward you. The smirk you’d seen earlier upon that devilishly handsome face of his had not disappeared, but neither had the dangerous smile upon yours. Your eyes did not leave him for a second as he left the stairwell and began making his way toward you. His shoes made a distinct clacking sound as he walked, and you could tell it was purposeful. He wanted everyone to know where he was. What he was doing. He wanted his presence to be known. His simple movements demanded the attention of everyone in the room, and you watched as though who were close to him began bowing their heads in respect. You tried to hide it on your face, but inside… your smirk grew.

So, here he was. The Vampire King himself.

As he approached closer, you bowed your head to him as well, not wanting to give him any reason to suspect that you were not one of them. You kept your head bowed, but watched as his feet came closer and closer to you until they stopped, leaving him standing right in front of you. You waited, unsure of what he would do. Your heart was pounding in your chest. Your throat was dry, and so was your mouth. You tried to keep your breathing slow, but the rapid raising and falling of your chest was a clear indication that you were not doing a good job at it. For the longest time, the Vampire King stood there in front of you and said nothing. You began to fear that he had seen through your disguise. That he knew who you were. You already knew that the vampires who appeared to have a higher status did seem to be more powerful than some of the vampires you encountered regularly in Gotham, so who knew what powers the King of Vampires had? Could he have somehow sensed that you were not a vampire? Was that why he wasn’t saying or doing anything? But why? If he knew, why not just kill you? Did he want to avoid making a scene? Your fear and agitation grew worse with every passing second. You were desperate to know what he was thinking. What he was planning. Every moment of silence was anguish and felt as though it were an eternity, and with every passing second, you grew more and more sure he was onto you… sure he knew your secret… sure he was planning to end you right there and then, so what exactly was he waiting for? What was he planning? What was it he meant to do…

“May I have the next dance?”

His voice cut through the silence like a knife, and yet the sound itself bore no sharpness. It was sweet, soft, and welcoming. You looked up to see him smiling down at you, and just like before, it was a honey trap smile, and you knew it. You raised your head and offered him a small smile of your own. His hand was extended towards you, you noticed, and you waited a moment before taking it. His smile grew at this, and he began making his way toward the ballroom. You followed, your hand still in his, and the two of you entered the ballroom. As soon as you did, all eyes were on you. Well, more specifically, you and him. The Vampire King looked towards the band and nodded to them, and with that, the band quickly switched songs from whatever they had been playing before to a new tune. One that was slower, with just a hint of darkness and sensuality to it. The Vampire King gestured towards the dancefloor, and you nodded in agreement, and then the two of you made your way to the center of the dancefloor. You put one hand on his shoulder and the other on his waist, and his movements mirrored yours. You locked your eyes with his deep, piercing red ones, both of you smiling those same honey-trap smiles at each other…

And with that, your little dance began.

[dinofromspac3]

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Loverboy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: Bucky, a lovesick, pining super soldier, vows to keep his feelings for you a secret — no matter how obvious his crush may seem. Those plans are ruined between a meddling Sam, an embarrassing fall, and a visit to the medbay with you.

Warnings: Avengers AU, Bucky’s POV, fluff, crack (my lame attempt at comedy), suggestive thoughts (no smut), just our boy being a lovesick little bean with a big ol’ crush.

Author’s Note: Dividers by @saradika. Proofread by @buckys-wintersoldier, thank you so much sweetie, I love you!! This was inspired by a wonderful request from @prettyboy56, thank you so much! Hope you enjoy x

“Hi, Bucky.” 

Instantly, he sputtered over his mouthful of cereal, eyes watering from his food going down the wrong way. 

Bucky knew that melodic voice before his gaze even reached its owner. You entered the kitchen, wiggling your fingers at him in greeting. 

Clearing his throat, he swiped his bowl to the side, his breakfast now forgotten about, and directed his attention solely onto you. “Hi—um h—hello, doll.” 

The muscles of your cheeks lifted up to your eyes in a smile that made Bucky swoon. Hard.

Your eyes fell to Sam then, who stood in the corner, fresh from a workout with a shit eating on his face. “Good morning, Samuel.” 

“Mornin’, beautiful. How did you sleep?” 

Bucky fought the growl rising in his throat, the unprecedented possessiveness caving its way through its internal barriers in your presence. 

You grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and closed the door, leaning your back against it to take a big gulp. 

“Not bad at all.” You licked your lips, ridding the dryness that came from a long slumber before your eyes lit up. “Oh, by the way! I drank some of that tea you recommended. It’s helped a bunch—”

Bucky zoned out while you continued to express your gratitude to Sam. He couldn’t help the way his eyes dilated as he rested his head in the palm of his vibranium hand, a lovesick sigh escaping his lips. You were just so gorgeous – a deity in human form right in front of his own very eyes. Bucky had never considered himself so lucky in all his time on earth to be within your vicinity. 

In his own world of oggling, Bucky didn’t notice how the conversation fell short between you and Sam. Neither did he realise how the two of you were staring at him; you with concern and Wilson smothering his laughter with his hand. 

“Bucky? Sweetheart?” He finally registered that you were speaking to him and almost choked, again, on his own spit.

“Mhm?” Bucky murmured, drunk off your attention. 

You smiled once again, so devastatingly beautiful that his left arm whirred in stupor. “Are you okay? You feeling alright?” Not waiting for a response, you walked over to him and Bucky almost let his eyes roll to the back of his head when you lifted your wrist to his forehead. “Jeez, you’re a little hot, Buck.” 

Sam keeled over in hysterics, unable to keep his composure any longer. Meanwhile, a bright red blossom of colour rose up from the skin of Bucky’s neck all the way up to his cheeks. 

Had Bucky not been embarrassingly infatuated by you, the throwaway comment wouldn’t have had any effect on him. But this was you. The woman who had the ability to make him melt on the spot. 

While logic and a basic level of common sense screamed at him that you were talking about his temperature, his mind could only conjure up the fact you had called him hot. 

Bucky saw your mouth moving, however he couldn’t concentrate on the sound of the words coming out of it. You were still touching him, patting his cheeks and sweeping the tendrils of hair that had fell out from behind his ears out of his face. The close proximity of your bodies threw him through a loop and without even realising, his thighs spread further, subconsciously begging you to forego all boundaries and smother yourself against him. 

Gently tapping his nose three times, you managed to gain his full attention again. “You seem out of it, sweetie. Maybe you should go down to the medbay. See if you’re coming down with a fever or something.” 

Sam blew out a breath of air. “Yeah, because that’s what’s wrong with him.” 

You threw a lighthearted glare his way before bringing your eyes back to Bucky. “Promise me you’ll get seen to?” 

How could he refuse when you asked so sweetly? “Anything you want.” He vowed sincerely. 

Scrunching your nose, you chucked his chin and whispered under your breath, “Good boy.”

Bucky almost whimpered when you withdrew your hands and stepped back. He so desperately wanted to follow you and nudge your arm until you paid attention to him once more. Your touch was fire and a cool breeze all at once. Electricity that created static across his stubbled cheek, yet also stoked a warmth through his entire body.  

Peace. He’d never felt anything like it. Never before felt drunk from just the delicate essence of a perfume or experienced the loosening of his limbs, relaxing until his legs felt like jelly whenever you so much as cast him a glance. 

You grabbed a piece of fruit from the table, ready to go down to the gym and train. “Catch you later, Sam,” you called over your shoulder. Meeting Bucky’s eyes a final time, you winked while you headed for the elevator. “Bye, sweetheart.”  

Bucky’s gaze was glued to you, following you out hopelessly until you were completely out of sight. 

He was fucked — well and truly out of his depth. 

Sam crossed his arms and smirked. “You are down bad, man.” 

Bucky swiped a hand over his face, sighing deeply. “Fuckin’ tell me about it.” 

“This is serious.” Sam sobered up, his lips softening into an honest smile. 

With an embarrassingly loud thud against the island countertop, Bucky let his head drop. “I have no idea what to do, Sam. I thought this crush would have passed by now but it’s been months.”

“Well,” Sam raised an eyebrow. “Have you even tried asking her out?” 

“And why would I do that?” Bucky asked, genuinely confused. 

Sam sputtered over his words. “What do you mean—Because that’s what people do when they like someone, you dumbass!” 

Bucky had lost enough braincells daydreaming about you constantly. He didn’t need to be told what he already knew. But the pressure of asking you out to then have a chance of being rejected? He would never come back from that. “Yeah, no thanks,” he mumbled.

“Come on, man. What’s the worst that could happen?” Sam asked. 

Bucky lifted his head up and huffed sarcastically. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe she could turn me down and rip my heart out into little pieces, so much that I would hide out in my room for the rest of eternity never to be seen again?” 

“Now you’re just being dramatic.”

Bucky sighed longingly. “Let me wallow in my misery alone, Sam.” 

“Why? So you can spend your days staring at her with your googly eyes and drooling over her.” 

“I have never drooled over her,” Bucky snarled. 

A twinkle shone in Sam’s eye, a mischievous grin donning his face. “Then what’s that on your chin?” 

Bucky’s eyes widened and he quickly brought his hand up to his face to check if he did in fact have any wetness coating his mouth. Finding none, he looked back to Sam with a scowl. “I hate you.”

Sam shook his head with laughter. “You shouldn’t make it so easy to tease you, loverboy.”  

With a growl, Bucky lifted from his seat and stormed out of the kitchen. 

The irritating voice followed him. “Don’t forget training tomorrow morning, loverboy!” 

The sun was shining over the compound the next morning and so came the bright idea from Steve that all exercise activities should be held outside. While the recruits in training buffed up on their sparring with the Captain, the rest of the avengers worked out as they saw fit. 

As usual, Sam took any opportunity possible to annoy Bucky, which brought them together, running laps around the outdoor track. 

“When are you gonna man up and ask her out then, Cyborg? Pretty girl ain’t gonna be available forever.” 

Bucky wasn’t entirely sure why he didn’t run ahead of Sam. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t. Maybe the pace he kept alongside Wilson allowed him to stare at you so clearly in your tight workout leggings and sports bra as sweat sensually rolled over your skin. Maybe. 

“I’m not asking her out, Sam. Drop it.” 

Sam huffed out an annoyed breath. “Listen, man. It’s not as if you’ve got nothing going for you. As much as you’re a grumpy shit, you’ve got them blue eyes the chicks love. Gets them all gooey when you give them intense eye contact, y’know?” He reluctantly added, “And they dig the brooding, bad boy, leather jacket vibe.”

Bucky let out a rare smile within the presence of Sam. “You tryna hit on me, Wilson?” 

“Look, all I’m saying is you have a chance.” Sam slyly glanced over the field. “And if you don’t quit fuckin’ around, that chance is gonna disappear.”  

The smile instantly dropped from Bucky’s face. “What do you mean by that?” 

Sam’s signature smirk came back with vengeance. “Your girls lookin’ kinda cute today. So I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but you ain’t the only one who’s got their eye on her.” 

Naturally, Bucky followed his instinct and let his eyes look over at you. You were a fucking wonder, of course he knew that. But heeding Sam’s ominous warning, Bucky allowed his gaze to venture out, only allowing you to blur into the background for a couple of seconds while he took stock of the other male, and female, recruits. 

Low and behold, plenty of other people wantonly stared at you while you completed your circuit, almost salivating over their barely concealed pining. As much as Bucky hated to admit it, the fucker was right. You were the pinnacle of everyone’s attention. 

With the way you were bending over, squatting and looking like an angel amidst the perspiration the sun brought on, Bucky wasn’t sure if he could actually blame anyone for it. 

That didn’t stop the ugly, green eyed beast within him that wanted to tear everyone’s eyes out for daring to glimpse at you. 

It was silly, he knew he had no right to feel any sort of possessive nature for you. Unfortunately, you didn’t belong to him. Still, he couldn’t control the deep rooted urges that whispered the kinds of fun he’d have gouging out eyeballs that looked where they weren't supposed to. 

Knowing he had stirred the pot enough, Sam figured it was time to try and hit the final nail in the coffin in order to make his friend move his ass. “Y’know what gives you an advantage though, man?” 

Bucky continued to death stare the surrounding agents, while keeping up with his steady jog. “What’s that?”

“Guess who’s making eyes at you right now.” 

At breakneck speed, Bucky snapped his head back around to you, only to indeed find you staring at him with a fire in your eyes and your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. 

A violent shudder ran down his spine and for a moment, the whole world stopped on its axis, allowing Bucky to revel in a daydream brought to life. 

That was until his mind snapped him back into the present. The super soldier was majestic on his feet in a fight, graceful yet utterly dangerous out on the field even with the pressure a mission came with. 

However to his utter bewilderment, you happened to be the most dangerous being he had ever come across, because in all of his years as a trained, professional assassin, Bucky had never, never, tripped over his own feet. 

And so, inevitably, Bucky’s face ungracefully met the asphalt of the outside track with an audible thunk. 

A collective of gasps, oo’s, and ah’s, rang around the large group. Bucky could physically feel the coating of red, hot embarrassment climbing up to his now scratched cheeks.  

Bucky couldn’t see the look of shame and pity on Sam’s face as he dropped his head into his hands. All he was capable of was fantasizing faking his own death and moving far, far away where no one who witnessed his fall could ever find him.  

With a painful, deep groan, Bucky managed to roll himself over. He couldn’t bear to open his eyes and allow himself to accept reality yet and so he kept them closed, waiting for the ground to swallow him up or for the beaming sun to slowly incinerate him, melt him into the ground with his shame and dignity. 

But instead of either of those, a shadow casted over him, the harsh brightness behind his eyelids dulling down. Slowly, he peeked an eye open, only for mortification to kick him in the gut when he found you standing over him. 

“You alright there, Soldier?” Your hands were set on your hips, those deliciously curved grooves of your body that he had shamelessly stared at one too many times during gym sessions. 

“Mhm,” he gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing roughly. “Just peachy.” 

Even though you’d just seen him eat dirt, in front of hundreds of learning recruits and the rest of the avengers, your smile was kind as you held out your hand. “Need some help?” 

Bucky took your offering, sliding his clammy palm into your dry one and hoisted himself up with your grip. He hadn’t needed your help, he was a super soldier with a metal arm; an agility and strength beyond normal human ability. But he wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to feel your soft skin against his. 

He couldn’t look you in the eye as he stood up, aware of your gaze glued to him. “Th-Thanks.” 

“It’s not a problem,” you said. “Although, you’ve got a few nasty looking cuts on your cheeks.” 

Bucky brought his left hand up to his face, hissing when the cool vibranium stung the open wounds. “Ah, it’s nothin’—don't worry about it. Nothing a few hours won’t fix.” 

You shook your head fondly. “Well, how about I walk you to the infirmary and we get some ointment on them? It wouldn’t hurt to be cautious.” 

Bucky choked on his own spit and snapped his eyes to yours. “W-We?” 

Your smile was blinding — so beautiful with an ability to stop time. At least for him anyway. “Yeah, why not? It looks like you could use a hand—y’know, since you’re a little clumsy on your feet today.” The cheeky smirk that followed your words almost sent him to an early grave.

His cheeks blazed. Bucky was sure he looked utterly stupid, with his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. But he couldn’t help the effect you had on him. “I um—I— ha, I guess.” 

Your eyes glinted mischievously. “I’ll take that as a yes?” 

Not trusting his voice to hold steady, Bucky simply nodded. 

“Great,” you approved. “Just one question though, are we going to keep holding hands on the way?”

Looking down to the space between you, Bucky felt his mouth dry when he saw that he hadn’t yet released his hand from yours. “I’m—oh fuck—I’m so sorry.” 

Still, he made no move to slacken his grip. 

You tightened your lips, and he knew you were willing yourself not to laugh for his sake. Sam would have a fucking field day with this. 

Though to his surprise, instead of pulling away like he expected you to, you began pulling him along, hands still interweaved. “Let’s go get you cleaned up, Bucky.”  

His name on your lips was akin to a siren singing her song; dragging helpless seamen to their deaths. A thought crossed his mind then, that he didn’t think he would mind so much if he sank to his reckoning, not if your voice was the last thing he ever heard. 

“Okay.” Bucky followed you blindly, eyes glued to your conjoined hands and disbelieving of his luck. 

You had led the way towards the medbay and found a cozy, private room that the doctors used for small injuries. Bucky sat impatiently on the side of the medical bed, twiddling his thumbs and fidgeting restlessly. Never had he been so close to you, alone. 

Bucky internally prayed with all his faith that you couldn’t hear the rapid staccato of his heartbeat. He was sure if he was hooked up to a monitor, the doctors would be thoroughly concerned about his health. 

Finally having gathered all the supplies you deemed necessary along with a first aid box, you walked back over to the bed and dumped everything next to him. 

“So,” you began, an uneasy conspiratorial tone to your voice that weirdly reminded him of Sam. “Wanna tell me what happened out there?”  

“I—,” Bucky sheepishly scratched the back of his neck while his cheeks bloomed crimson red. “I must’ve just tripped over my own feet.” 

He tried to shrug off his nonchalance, but he knew by your raised eyebrow you didn’t believe him. “Somehow, I have a hard time believing a big, strong super soldier such as yourself has any trouble finding his footing.”

Before Bucky could muster up any other excuse but the truth, you ripped open the packet of a medical wipe and warned him, “I’m sorry. This is gonna sting.”

“Nothing I can’t handle,” he said with bravado. 

Bucky wasn’t prepared for the twinkle in your eye as you mumbled under your breath, “I’m sure it isn’t, Sargeant.” 

The breath got knocked out of his lungs. Oh did that do things to him. 

Suddenly, vivid images of you spread out on his bed wearing nothing but his old army hat while you screamed out his rank ran wild in his mind. 

Luckily, you were too preoccupied with cleaning the dried blood of his wound to notice him discreetly palming the bulge in his athletic shorts, trying to hide the effect you had on him. 

“Are you certain there is absolutely no other reason as to why I’m playing nurse right now, then?” Your feline grin was sexy and scary. “No possible distractions that led you off path?” 

There was no way you could read minds, right? Bucky doubled down on his denial, shaking his head from side to side and letting the length of his hair hide the truth in his eyes. 

“I’ll take your word for it then.” You finished up and reached for the healing gel. “I know the serum enhances your ability to repair the cuts, but I’d still like to use this.” Looking into his eyes, you asked, “Only as long as you’re okay with that, of course.” 

Time stopped and the two of you were caught in the other’s gaze. It was such a small gesture, one you probably didn’t even realise meant the world to him. But you asked him for permission on something that would affect his autonomy and if Bucky didn’t already have a hundred ways he was falling for you, that would have been the cherry on top. 

“Yeah,” he breathed airily. “Yeah, I’m good with it, doll.” 

Unseen to him before, you ducked your head and sweeped your hair behind your ear and if Bucky didn’t know any better, he was sure you were shy. 

He couldn’t help the large grin he sported. He was always so enamored with you, quick to falter in your presence and become unsure of himself. Right now though, a small bout of bravery returned. “Ready when you are,” he cheekily murmured. 

You hastily rushed to compose yourself. Clearing your throat, you squeezed the tube of gel, allowing a small drop of the cool liquid on the tip of your finger and stepped between his legs to gently dab it onto his cuts. 

“Okay, you’re all fixed up now.” With a last swipe of his forehead, you smiled. “Don’t worry, Buck. You still look handsome.” 

He tugged his plump bottom lip between his teeth. “You think I’m handsome?”

You giggled. “I would be blind if I didn’t.” 

Bucky blinked at you slowly, still processing your words and trying to calm the excited bubble rising in his throat. 

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Oh, don’t act all coy, Bucky. You must have heard the whispers of the recruits. They stare at you all the time, whispering and giggling to each other.” 

With the most confidence he had ever mustered up, he responded, “Truthfully, I’m too busy staring at someone else to notice, doll.” 

The shock of his sudden boldness was glaringly obvious on your face — it was you this time who held your mouth open, lost for words. 

Bucky’s body screamed at him to tell you that he was in fact head over heels for you. That had he known falling over in front of the full compound would lead him within a hair’s breadth away from you, he’d do it all over again. 

But you seemed to recover after a couple of seconds, clearing your throat and making yourself busy to avoid his eyes. “So, I’ve got another question.” 

“Oh?” Bucky cocked his head. 

“Yeah.” You smiled while placing everything back into the first aid box as you found it. “I’ve been hearing a few rumours around the compound recently.” 

Bucky’s stomach dropped with dread. 

“You wouldn’t know anything about those, would you?” 

“I—” Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat. “I have no idea what you mean.” 

“Oh,” you hummed. “So it’s not true then? You don’t have a crush on me?” 

Fuck.

Panicking, Bucky scoffed, though it came off sounding too pathetic, too breezy. “Me? Have a crush on you? That’s—Ha! Nope. No way. Not at all.” 

He watched as you nodded to yourself. Internally, he was begging for the floor to swallow him while he cringed at his own stupidity. 

“Well,” you shrugged. “That’s a shame, I guess.”  

Bucky’s head shot up, eyes wide and shock written over his features. “E-Excuse me?” 

“Oh, it's nothing really.” There was a sparkle in your eye that screamed trouble. “You said you didn’t have a crush on me, so it doesn’t matter.” 

Within seconds, Bucky jumped off the bed and leapt towards you, not even noticing how he had grabbed your hands. “Doll, please. You can’t leave a guy hanging like that.” 

Playfully rolling your eyes, you dramatically exhaled and decided to put him out of his misery. “Leave you hanging? Damn, Buck. It’s not as if I’ve been waiting patiently for you to ask me out for months or anything like that.” 

The air became humid and stuffy and suddenly the clothes attached to Bucky’s body felt too tight and restricting. “You—What now?” 

You rolled your lips inwards, trying to smother your laughter. “Bucky, honey,” you gently murmured. “I’ve heard what the others have been gossiping about. I’ve definitely heard Sam telling the team about your crush on me.” 

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. “That fuckin’ punk.” 

You squeezed his hands reassuringly and offered him a warm smile when he looked at you. “I’ve just been waiting to hear it from the horse's mouth himself.” 

Bucky’s eyes darted between yours, trying to find any hint of decievement. “You’re serious.”

“Mhm,” you whispered. “Deadly.” 

It took him a couple of seconds to let the new information sink in. Clearing his throat, Bucky untightened his fierce grip on your hands and hesitantly slid them down to latch onto your waist. “So,” he mumbled. “Say if I asked you out to dinner tonight… You wouldn’t tell me I’m a fool and break my heart into a million pieces?” 

Butterflies erupted in Bucky’s stomach at the sensation of your hands sliding over his chest to rest against his neck. “No, Bucky,” you chuckled. “I would tell you that I’m looking forward to our first date, tonight. Nowhere fancy, just casual. Six o’clock sharp.” 

Bucky smiled, all beaming and ecstatic. “I wouldn’t dream of being late.” 

“Good.” You leaned up onto your tip toes and ghosted your lips over his ear. “See you very soon then, Sargeant.” 

Tingles shot down Bucky’s spine and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He fought tooth and nail to crush the moan that rose up his throat and in his internal struggle, he missed how you’d sneakily slipped out of his hold and started to saunter towards the door. 

He almost begged you to come back; the thought of having to wait for you until the evening was unbearable. But those pesky butterflies that invaded his stomach came back strong and fierce as his gaze became glued to the sway of your hips and the sweet perfume that lingered in your exit. 

“Oh,” you stopped suddenly at the doorway and looked over your shoulder. “One more thing. Don’t go tripping over again, you hear me?” You raised an eyebrow and grinned. “Can’t have you falling for me.”

Your damn smirk was intoxicating and Bucky thought himself the luckiest fella alive to be the one taking you out. He licked his lips and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m afraid I’m gonna have a little trouble with that request, Ma’am.” 

The clench of your thighs was unmissable. The way your eyes dilated called to him. Bucky had more game than he realised and he kept that new information tucked safely into the corner of his mind for a later date. 

You didn’t reply. You didn’t need to. Your actions told Bucky everything he needed to know and so he wiggled his fingers with a huge grin locked onto his face and watched you longingly as you left his sight. 

The minute he couldn’t hear your footsteps any longer, Bucky pumped his fist up into the air and began dancing on the spot. 

In his own bubble of happiness, he didn’t hear the footsteps of a new person entering the hallway. Only when an amused clearing of the throat echoed from the doorway did Bucky abruptly stop his dancing and slowly swivel to the intruder. 

Sam stood there, all cocky and mirthful with a shit eating grin on his face. “About time you bagged the girl, man. Dont’cha think?” 

Instantly, Bucky growled and grabbed the closest apparatus. With a pair of medical scissors, he charged towards Sam, who was quick to wipe the smirk off his face and skid out of the room with a scream. 

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Teamwork

Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson NSFW

Summary: When Wade and Logan return from a mission, they are looking for a stress reliever. That’s when they remember a certain joke the Reader made a few weeks back.

cw: threesome, oral f!&m!receiving, fingering, creampie, slight voyerism??, multiple orgasms,

a/n: soooooo I’ve never wrote a 3 way fic before so hopefully this does my image justice! it really is just straight up SEX. also sorry I don't proofread...

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You were the apple of both their eyes. Something so precious that they both felt the need to protect. Their angel that they would do anything for.

So when you joked about a three way with them, they both took that to heart. Secretly planning with one another how they would propose it to you. Arguing about who would go where and how it would go. Neither of them were the type to share.

You sat on your bed in the apartment you shared with them. Silently reading a book one of your friends had recommended to you. Some smutty star-crossed lover story. A knock on your door pulling you away from it.

“Come in,” you called to whoever was behind the door. Wade and Logan were in the doorway, both of them clearly beaten up still in their super suits. They both looked handsome as always, those outfits always going straight to your core.

Wade flopped onto your bed, groaning as he stretched out on the soft mattress. Logan kneeled beside the bed, hunching his upper half onto the mattress. Their sweaty musk filled your room. You petted through Logan’s hair knowing the two of them were just looking for some relaxation.

“Is there anything I can do to help you guys?” You innocently asked. Unknowing of the floodgates you were about to open. Wade hopped over onto his stomach, feet kicked up behind him. “Well~ we did have something we wanted to ask you,” Wade rested his chin on his hands. You tilted your head giving Logan a questioning look. He rose to his feet and climbed onto the bed behind you. Positioning himself so that his arms and legs were wrapped around your figure. Lips pressing into your neck, hot air dancing on your skin. You leaned back into him, basking in the heat of his body.

“We were hoping— only if you wanted— you would, how do you say? Let us take you to uh- Paris? Um— Eiffel Tower style—“ Wade jokingly said pretending he could not think of the word.

“Wade—“ Logan growled not having time for his antics.

“Fuck— okay. We were wondering if you’d actually be open to a three-way, baby,” Wade crawled up the bed to be in front of you. Logan’s lips pecked at your neck, hands roaming your body. “Like a stress reliever,” Logan purred into your skin. Arousal washed over every inch of your body. Pooling deep down inside you. Growing wet just at the proposition. Cheeks flooding with your anticipation.

Wade’s gloved hands caressed up your legs, massaging your thighs. Pulling his mask up to reveal his lips. Falling down to kiss and nip at your exposed skin. “How’s it sound to you?” Wade rested his chin on your thigh, looking up at you with his question.

You remembered how you had nonchalantly mentioned a threesome with them a while back, jokingly. But in your mind it was the hottest thing you could picture. Those two hot men both taking care of you? More than you could even handle. You caressed Wade’s jaw, “I’d love to.” Wade smiled up at you, a satisfied grunt coming from Logan.

Wade pulled your shorts and panties down your legs. Logan’s hand hooking and pulling your shirt over your head. Wearing no bra underneath. Logan’s hands groped at your exposed breasts. Rolling your nipples between his fingers, stimulating you.

Wade’s breath fanned at your entrance. A grin painted on his lips. Wasting no time delving into you. Tongue flattening against your entrance. A loud moan escaped your jugular, your body pressing further back into Logan’s grasp. Logan hooked a finger under you, pressing it into your entrance while Wade sucked on your clit. You were a moaning, shaking mess in their grasp. Your head fell back into the crook of Logan’s neck. Moans pouring from your mouth as you felt your orgasm building up inside you. Logan planted a kiss on your head, lips finding their place right next to your ear. “Go ahead and cum for us, sweetness,” he purred in your ear. Your hand tangled in Logan’s hair behind you, whimpers falling as your climax inched closer to its edge.

Walls constricted around Logan’s finger. Your body arching into Wade’s mouth. “There you go,” Wade praised watching you ride Logan’s finger through your orgasm.

Wade unzipped himself, cock springing forward. He doesn’t wear underwear under his suit. Your mouth watered at the sight of him. Head swollen and red, leaking at the tip. Too caught up looking at Wade to hear Logan unzipping himself behind you. His member bumping at your entrance bringing you back to reality. You turned to look at him, Wade’s fingers grabbing at your chin and forcing you to look forward. “Ah ah ah,” he waved a finger, “That’s the plus side of getting that pretty little mouth of yours. I get your eyes staring up at me the whole time.” You could hear Logan growl behind you, anger pooling inside him.

“Open wide pretty girl,” Wade stroked himself waiting for you to give him access to you. You took him in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks so that you could fit all of him. Fluttering eyes looking up at his partially masked face. Wade’s head fell back, rolling in his enjoyment. He rocked his hips into your mouth.

Thick fingers dug into your hips. Ass arching in the air for him. Logan lined himself up with your entrance, hand wrapped around his cock. Teasing his way into you, first the head then inch by inch his cock sheathed inside you. Whining around Wade’s cock while Logan pulled himself almost completely out. A loud huff coming from him before thrusting fully back in.

Euphoria. The feeling of having both of them fucking you at the same time. Wade’s cock bumping the back of your throat and Logan’s spreading and filling your insides. Tears pricked at your eyes, pleasure engulfing you. Drool escaping the corner of your lips as you choked back Wade. Gloved hands holding your jaw as he face fucked you. Jaw hanging open as he admired how your lips wrapped around his member. The way you doed your eyes up at him even while taking two men at once.

Pornographic sounds filled the small bedroom. Slobbering sounds from your mouth, along with skin slapping together as Logan thrusted heavily into you. You pulled your mouth away from Wade momentarily catching your breath. Your hand stroking his cock with a twist of your wrist. Wade moaned loudly, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. “You sure do know how to please a man,” Wade smiled at you.

Logan watched as your pussy took every inch he gave you. Loving how your slick looked coating his member with each thrust. Bruising strength as he held your waist. Feeling how the aftershock of your orgasm had your sensitive cunt flexing around him. Knowing he was going to get you to cum around his cock this time.

The strong taste of Wade's precum filled your mouth. Feeling him twitch in your mouth knowing it was not long before he would finish. Smiling and moaning around him. "Don't look at me like that unless you're gonna swallow what I give you," Wade smirked down at you. Heat painted your cheeks with his words.

Logan's bruising pace thrusted you deeper on Wade. Feeling his rhythm grow sloppy, but your second orgasm approaching. You swirled your tongue around Wade's member, pulling him over the edge. His hand going to hold the back of your head in place as he finished in your mouth. You swallowed each drop of his seed. His hand urging you to open up and prove you took it all down.

Logan continued inside you, fingers clawing at your hips as he fucked you over the edge. Orgasm taking over you. Your entire body shaking harder than before. Cunt milking Logan. He shot inside you coating your walls with his hot cum. Back arching taking him deeper as he finished. Grunting and moans falling from the gruff man behind you.

You took the time to catch your breath. Body feeling worked. Wade's cock hardening again catching your eye. You cocked an eyebrow at him, hint of shock on your expression.

“That’s the thing about guys with super regenerative powers— we can go all night,” Wade leaned down planting a deep kiss on your lips. You smiled up at him, Logan’s hands urging you to face him. You repositioned. Logan’s swollen cock directly in front of your face now. His smiling face looking down at you. “Think you can go for another round, doll?” His hand held your chin. Nodding with lust blown eyes. “That’s our girl,” Wade cooed from behind. You could see how Logan shot a dirty look at him, getting annoyed with his mouth. Only wanting to focus on you.

You licked the underside of his swollen cock, kissing at the leaking tip. Your taste mixed in with his own. You wrapped your hand around the base, putting him in your mouth until your lips met your hand. Logan threw his head back with a sigh, strong fingers intertwining with your hair. Wade took the time to watch as you played with Logan, feeling himself grow more and more aroused at the sight of you both. “Fuck, they’re so hot,” Wade thought.

Wade played with himself as he watched the two of you have your moment. Hand wrapping around his dick and just enjoying the show. How Logan’s veins on his arm popped, the way your ass looked arched right in front of him. He could not wait any longer to have his turn inside you. Gloved fingers groped at your ass as he lined himself up with your entrance. Stroking himself a few more times before thrusting into you. You choked around Logan with a moan feeling how Wade filled you.

A loud groan leaving Wade as he held himself inside you. Savoring the small movements of you taking Logan in your mouth. His cock overly sensitive from his previous orgasm. Loving how you perfectly wrapped around him and how Logan's previous load made your insides even more slick for him.

Logan's thick fingers roughly used your head as a handle to have you choking around him. Cock impelling your mouth over and over again as he searched for his second high. Tears streamed down your face as you gagged around him. Taste overtaking your senses. "Pretty girl, choking around me," Logan growled.

Wade began a gentle pace, head thrown back feeling the way your walls sucked him right back in. Knowing this time he would finish way faster, he took his time. He could have never imaged you would feel this good around him. The loud smacks of skin to skin was music to his ears.

You stared up at Logan. His teeth bared and brow scrunched. Sweat beamed down every chiseled inch of his body. Wet hair sticking to his forehead. Veins popping out of every part of him. He noticed you staring, a smirk creeping up on his face.

Cheeks swollen and red, tears streaming, and spit slipping out of your mouth as you sucked on Logan. Hollowing out your cheeks as you swirled your tongue around him. Feeling him twitch between thrusts. Wade's cock bumped that spot inside you that begged to push you through another orgasm. Moans echoing from each of you.

Wade shot up inside you, holding himself deep in you. Your pussy clenching around him slightly as you approached your end. Attention mostly focused on Logan before you. "You gonna take it?" Logan cocked an eyebrow. You gargled a "mmhm" around him as he sloppily thrusted into your mouth. White hot decorating your mouth. Wade's lips leaned down kissing your back as he rolled his hips into you. Your final orgasm washing over you as you swallowed Logan's load. Wade whimpered when you finished around his semi-hard cock.

You laid on your stomach. Heavy breathes raising your body off the bed. Mouth hung open as you panted. Still feeling your high from the multiple orgasms. Feeling their seed spill out of you onto your bed. The weight of the two men sinking in your mattress on both sides of you.

"Who would've thought you guys could share," you joked. Pulling a chuckle from the two of them.

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[END]

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[moonlight-prose]

smut prompt #8 for logan 👀💗

forty five minutes in the closet

a/n: not me literally writing this in right where you left me ch4. hilarious and iconic timing, because i was fighting the urge to just have them fuck full on in that closet. so here's my chance to do just that. for funsies i'm shoving it into that universe. do not look at me for using that gif. i literally can't deny myself the sight.

summary: an alternative scene to what really happened in that closet.

OR wade wilson forces logan to play seven minutes in heaven. (it was longer than seven minutes if we're being honest.)

word count: 2.6k+

pairing: logan howlett x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, exhibitionism, dirty talk, logan is filthy af and we love that, spit, fingering sort of, p in v sex, quickie, rough sex, biting, he's down bad for his honey what can i say, panty gag, a formal apology for how fucking horny and unhinged this is.

The closet felt smaller than intended—even as your back was pressed to the wall hard enough to feel the cracks in the drywall that stretched to the ceiling. Laughter filtered through the thin wooden door as Wade told yet another joke about shit you couldn't discern. Even if you asked him to explain, you'd still be confused come morning.

Logan leaned heavily against his side of the closet. Approximately two feet of space between you. The tips of your shoes touched his boots. The faint scent of cigar smoke still lingered from where he ripped it out and tossed it in an ashtray. You wouldn't have cared if he smoked in here. You might have asked for a puff.

He insisted on keeping the air clean in case you had to breathe.

Wade claimed you were playing seven minutes in heaven. Seven minutes of alone time with the man who made your head spin. In a proximity close enough to feel the heat of his body from where you stood. Although you'd been standing there for four minutes (you were keeping count via the watch on Logan's wrist) and the group seemed to have forgotten about the both of you entirely.

"Do you—um—know what usually happens here?"

A smile curved on his lips—eyes scrutinizing you with a look that told you he was teasing you. "Yeah. I do. I'm old, not stupid."

"I just wanted to make sure..." In a swift move you barely saw, he rose to his full height and crossed the invisible line holding the two of you on opposing sides. "Oh–"

"Honey." His voice was low, yet you felt as if he was screaming in your ear.

"Yes?" you breathed—eyes fixed on the way his chest took up your space. His flannel was stretched across it and for a moment you wondered if you started salivating at the sight.

"Are you nervous?"

Another raucous round of laughs broke through the darkness that surrounded you. But you could barely hear them over the echo of your own heart. It hammered loudly against your chest—quickening the closer he got. The more his large frame began to engulf you in a warmth you only dreamed of. You clamored to come up with a response, to flippantly push off his advance with a tease of your own.

His hands pressing on either side of your head to the wall behind you killed every ounce of bravery you had left. All your worries and thoughts about what lay on the other side of that door were extinguished. Logan leaned down, his nose brushed yours, and inhaled deep enough to steal the breath from your lungs.

"I can smell you," he rumbled. "Sweet like honey."

A searing heat built beneath your skin, burning from your cheeks down to the tips of your toes. Your mouth opened—words still fighting to be formed—but he didn't need an answer. Not when he could smell the arousal that pooled between your thighs. How you subtly shifted to find a bit of friction in the hopes of something more.

"You mind if I kiss you bub?"

A piece of you fractured in the darkness of that closet—settling comfortably in his own chest. You might ask for it back after all of this, but Logan felt his chances of you walking out as his were growing the longer this went on.

Glancing up—eyes wide and darkened with lust—you bit back the whine that crawled up the back of your throat. "They'll hear us."

He shrugged, shifting close enough for you to almost taste the whiskey off his lips. "Good."

"Logan–"

Lips pressed to your cheek, drawing a soft sigh from your parted mouth. "Somethin' tells me they're just waiting for it." His hand left the wall to trail along your waist, dipping slowly with a kiss to the corner of your lips. "And somethin' also tells me...you like that idea."

It's not as if you were entirely opposed to the idea. Actually most nights (if not every night) was spent with you imagining what it would be like to feel him this way. To be stretched with his cock so much you would feel a delicious burn.

You craved it.

He knew solely from the wanton look on your face. The way your eyes fluttered the further his hand went.

"You gonna let me in or what honey?" he cooed, fingers dipping beneath your skirt to seek out the slick that soaked the lace of your underwear.

Surely the seven minutes had run out, leaving the both of you to make a choice. Stay here and keep going for everyone to catch you. Or walk out, find a room, and continue this in private.

The thought of waiting a second longer snapped at your heels with an air of impatience you let consume you. What the fuck did it matter if they heard you getting fucked against the wall? What did it matter if you'd never live this down as long as you lived?

How could you actually think about shame when Logan's fingers were pressed against your dripping cunt, seeking out your clit through the thin fabric that divided you.

Sagging against the wall with a soft moan, you gripped his flannel in your fist and yanked his lips to yours. He groaned, falling into your body and effectively pinning you to the wall, as his tongue met yours. And suddenly you realized...you liked how whiskey tasted off of his tongue.

He devoured you with the kiss, swallowing each moan and stunted whine as his fingers made quick work of finding your clit. Rubbing quick circles, he plunged his tongue into your mouth - licking at your teeth with a fervor that seeped down into your stomach. It was messy. His spit mixed with yours, staining the skin of your cheek. Your slick coated the inside of your thighs as he pushed the fabric into you roughly.

Yet none of it felt enough to ease the ache that spread rapidly down to the tips of your fingers. Your heart twisted as he gripped the back of your neck—leading you in a kiss that divulged down to nothing but teeth and spit.

You wrapped an arm around his shoulders, your leg hooking around his hip, in the hopes of dragging him closer. To feel the hard bulge against the rough denim of his jeans.

"Look at you," he mumbled against your cheek. "All pretty and leakin' for me."

A sharp burst of need pulled tight at your stomach—the breath torn from your lungs. "Inside–"

He smiled. "C'mon honey. Use that smart head of yours. Gimme some words."

His words were a brutal tease that scraped against your skin. Yet that coupled with his fingers that seemed to hold an edge of desperation, left you gasping for air. Fingers dug into his shirt, lips found his in the hollow darkness, and you begged for mercy. This was your penance. The altar he intended to bend you across.

Oh how you longed for him to follow through.

"Fuck me," you managed to get out between sharp intakes of breath and heady kisses. "Please Logan. It hurts.

The sound that emanated from deep in his chest could only be described as feral. You'd never heard him like that before. Bordering on the line of unhinged and sanity. A flare of want pulled at your body, echoing loudly in your chest.

You wanted to hear it again. To feel him break beneath your palms as he rutted into you with need. You ached to watch him whittle himself down to the barest of his senses. The animalistic urge of lust he kept hidden for weeks on end.

"Yeah?" His words were a snarl against your ear, teeth scraping your jaw as he ripped his hand away. "'M gonna make it better. Gonna take away the pain."

Nails scratched at the back of his neck when you heard his claws slide out—cutting through the fabric that clung to you. It was sopping wet; proof that you hadn't in fact been lying about your need. Logan felt his cock leak in his jeans at the sight—how your slick clung to his fingers as he swiped along the gusset.

"All for me," he sighed.

"Uh-huh." If you thought you sounded needy before, that was nothing compared to this moment.

He eyed you briefly. The hazel you'd grown fond of now dark and clouded with lust. The plea for more lay on the tip of your tongue—ready to be laved against his skin the longer he took. But then he brought the fabric to his mouth, his tongue running across it with a broken groan. The breath was punched from your lungs—legs shaking as a wave of slick poured out of you.

"Oh fuck–" you gasped, cupping his chin to catch his lips in a kiss.

The clink of his belt buckle echoed like a gunshot in the small space. Your heart began to race. Fingers shaking as you watched him tug his cock free; fisting the red and leaking tip with a throaty moan. Saliva filled your mouth at the mere thought of him sliding between your lips. The image of him feeding you his cock with a smile.

He fanned the flames of your simmering fire, offering you pleasure with ease.

His hand gripped your other leg, positioning it over his hip before pushing you up along the wall. The yelp was muffled by his lips; your hands finding purchase against his hot skin.

"Gotta be real quiet now bub," he mumbled, sliding his cock along your drenched cunt.

The head tapped against your clit once, twice. By the third time your teeth were dug into your bottom lip so hard copper burst on your tongue.

"I promise."

He chuckled, breathless. You joined.

The compact space stretched out before you, expanding with each joined breath and laugh. Passion intertwined in your chest, reaching for him with a tender touch of reverence. And nothing existed but the two of you.

"Hey Logan."

His cock jumped at the sound of your voice so light and airy. "Yeah honey?"

"If I don't tell you after this." Your hips canted into his, grinding towards where he positioned himself. "I had a really nice time tonight."

His heart fluttered as your words settled into his skin—soaking up your warmth. "Me too."

The laughter diminished the second he pushed forward, sliding into you with a slickened thrust that left his body shuddering. You swallowed the sob that wrenched from your chest when he kept going. Stretching you until you felt the burn begin to seep into your body. You weren't prepared for how addicting it felt; how mindless he made you.

Seven minutes had surely blended into fifteen, giving the group no doubt of what you were doing. That only solidified when he bottomed out and you moaned so loud it nearly gave him a heart attack. His fingers clamored for something in his pocket—his lips sliding against yours to silence the endless whimpers. He filled you until you saw white behind your eyes each time they fluttered closed.

"They're gonna hear ya," he muttered. You caught a flash of lace before it was being pressed to your lips—willing you to part them and hold the fabric between your teeth.

Logan gave you one minute to find your brain in the muddled thoughts that filled you, before pulling out. Only to slam back in. Your cry was muffled—eyes rolled back—and he felt a searing triumph begin to form in his chest. At the sight of you in a messy state of bliss.

His hips slapped against yours, the wet slide of your cunt a loud echo. Adding to the symphony of his groans and your whimpered sounds. Your spit soaked into the lace, fingers digging hard along the planes of his back, and he felt you gush at the feel of his teeth sinking into your neck.

"So fuckin' sweet for me," he grunted, cupping your ass to push you back and forth on his cock. A shift in the angle had you going dumb. Eyes wide and glazed with tears. "My pretty girl huh?"

Fuck you wanted to scream. You longed to hear his name bounce off the closet walls and spill into the foyer of Wade's damn apartment. To remind them that time was still passing and their limit had reached the vastness of infinity.

He pounded into you with sharp gasps of praise, words that fell on ears deafened by the rush of blood that ran right to your head. Oxygen felt secondary when his cock kissed the wall of your cunt with such accuracy it left you blinded. Enough to have you sobbing into the spit soaked lace - tears spilling down your cheeks.

"You take it like it was fuckin' made for you yeah?"

You nodded, breasts bouncing as he fucked you along his cock—his other hand pressed to the wall. You took it like it was made for you, because it was made for you. Logan belonged to you. Whether he knew it now or not.

"I can feel you squeezin' me," he gasped. "Gonna cum?"

"Mhm," you mumbled, the squelch of your cunt loud enough to block out the laughter from the outside.

"Then do it honey." His thumb found your clit, swirling it with sharp pointed circles. Your toes curled in your shoes—head falling back to the wall with a soft thud. "That's it. Fuckin' cum for me."

"Mmff–" A sob of what morphed into his name tore from the depths of your body. Rendering you a shaky mess in his arms as you clamped down around his cock.

Slick poured out of you, coating the hair along the base of his stomach in your essence. Logan growled at the sight. His eyes narrowed and teeth bared with each stunted thrust of his hips into yours. Claws punctured the drywall behind you as a way to keep his body level. To ground himself as he came with a hoarse groan he quickly muffled into the top of your breast.

Grinding into you, he emptied himself entirely. Rope after rope of his spend now filling you to the point of dripping down to his balls.

You felt the need to drop to your knees and taste him.

To clean him entirely and place him neatly back in his jeans. But the movement of your body no longer remained an option—your legs numb and back sore from being pounded into the wall.

He removed the gag with a huff, kissing you gently with his thumbs pressed to the tops of your cheeks. A soft caress. A contract to the rough way he manhandled you.

"I can't feel my legs," you sighed into his mouth, tongue swiping along his bottom lip.

"You're not supposed to." The weak slap to his chest had him laughing louder than intended.

"Don't worry. Wade won't notice if you carry me."

He groaned, his teeth scraping at the flesh of your breast. "Don't fuckin’ say his name or I won't be able to fuck you again tonight."

You giggled, running your hands through his mussed hair. "Whiskey dick?"

"Shut up–"

"He's told you–"

Lips sealed over yours, hips pushing yours until the sigh stuttered from your chest. "Don't fuckin' start honey."

You smiled into the kiss. "Or you'll finish?"

A thump rammed against the door, startling the both of you. You half expected it to swing open and expose Logan with his jeans down to his knees and his softened cock still inside you. But all that came through was Wade's laughter—his knuckles rapping on the wood.

"Did he rise babygirl?" he shouted much to the detriment of the group who booed behind him.

"I will cut you open through the door!" Logan snarled. A triumphant laugh rattled the walls as Logan lowered you to the ground. Only for Wade to get the last official word.

"HE ROSE!"

[taintandviolent]

Taco Tuesday ; Gambit x reader!

summary: You live across the hall from Wade Wilson, and one Tuesday, he invites you over for tacos. 🌮 And that’s where you meet him. The Gambit. Post-Void, everyone got out alive and everything is fine. [PART TWO HERE]

word count & w a r n i n g s: 5.4K | smut with very little plot, alcohol mention, slightly drunk (but very consenting) reader, French and typing out accents/dialects, pet names (cher, mon ami, mon coeur, etc.), dirty talk (cos he is a dirty talker, don't argue with me on this), fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, no use of y/n.

a/n: this is based 100% on Deadpool and Wolverine Gambit / Channing's version of Gambit!! sorry for the lack of plot here, he deserves better than this filth, but I am down ASTRONOMICALLY and I needed to get it out. I spent so much time trying to get his accent right, I hope it comes off the way I wanted it to... anyway! i'm not certain if anyone will read this, but if you do - thank you a million times over! as always, requests are open! - banner by @/strangergraphics, and Remy gif by @scintie!

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He’s handsome. Like really handsome. 

Your stomach does a flip as he smiles at you, reaching for the bottle of Jack between your legs — wait. Pause. Rewind. How’d we get here?

Living in the same apartment complex as Wade Wilson was a trip. Even more of a trip was living across the hall from him. The things you heard coming from that apartment... nobody would believe you. So, you never told anyone. 

He’s kind. Albeit, zany but kind. Your interactions have been cordial and nauseatingly neighbourly. But on one regular ol' Tuesday afternoon, Wade invited you inside. He said something about having a party later that night, making tacos and being neighborly. He assured you that it wasn't a sex party... which to be honest, you weren't worried about until he'd mentioned it. Against your better judgement though, you'd agreed, and said you'd bring some liquor.

So, that evening, you opened your door, one bottle of Jack tucked under your arm, and another in your left hand. You shut the door to your apartment and walked straight across to your neighbour’s door. Your fist had rapped against the wood only twice before the door swung open, revealing Wade, and a very… strange and very bald looking dog in his arms. 

"Oh, what the fuck?" You asked, looking down at the creature. "I didn't know you had a dog…?"

Wade’s voice rose an octave or two, in a cutesy tone. "She's a new addition, yes she is!" 

"I brought... well, this. Sorry, it was all I had in my cabinets and to be perfectly honest, I wasn't about to go out and spend money on this. I like… barely know you."

"HA! Brutal honesty. We love to hear it." 

Wade took hold of your shoulder and yanked you inside, harsh enough that you made a small sound as he did. He shut the door with his foot, and towed you towards the table, where everyone was gathered. And that was when you first saw him. He wore all black, save for a tan trench coat with a high collar. He lounged casually on one of the dining chairs, playing with a deck of cards. They fluttered from hand to hand effortlessly, and for a moment, you were stuck, mesmerized by the dexterous way he handled them. You weren't sure what was pulling you towards him harder, your heart or your cunt, but you felt an undeniable draw to the man.

Wade's arm wound itself around your shoulders, guiding you around the room to meet each of his friends. At that point, living next to him, mutants were a forced transition. You were used to the concept of them, so meeting a giant silver man, for example, wasn't unexpected. Vanessa was the most normal - you were pretty sure she was human.

Finally, he got to the one you really wanted to meet. The one that your eyes had been darting back and forth to the entire time, the one that when he briefly met your gaze, your heart thudded in your chest. 

"And this... handsome slice of man, is the Gambit. Good luck understanding him, he's a real mouthful."

I’ll bet he is, you thought. 

He pocketed the cards in a quick motion and stood up from his chair. With a syrup-smooth chuckle, the man laughed and said: "You can call me Remy." He did in fact have a thick Cajun accent and spoke quickly – almost too quickly. You blinked once, focusing hard on his words.

"Remy," you repeated finally, before saying your own name and extending your hand. He took it gently and as he shook it, your palm tingled with what felt like electricity.

"Enchanté." (Enchanted)

Your cheeks burned, and you knew they were flushing. You couldn’t control it. "De même..." (Likewise.)

His brows lifted, surprised. "You speak French, mon ami?" (my friend) 

"Heh, uhh... comme un enfant." (Like a child) You chuckled low, averting your eyes for a millisecond. "I took a few years of it in high school and again in college. I’m by no means an expert."

Wade's eyes were wide, flicking back and forth between the two of you. There was obvious chemistry there, and a knowing smirk drew itself across his lips. Abruptly, he yanked one of the bottles of Jack Daniels from beneath your arm, before leaning against the nearby wall.

"Oh, fuck me. You understand Gumbo here? That’s cute. No idea what either of you are saying though, someone forgot to turn the subtitles on. I'll leave you two to get acquainted." Whatever that meant. You scoffed, but turned your attention back to Gambit, looking at him.

“Sit a while, cher.” 

You happily took the chair that he pulled out, not caring that it was facing away from the others, and plopped down onto it, situating the other bottle of Jack between your legs. You gripped the neck of the bottle tightly, and looked at him with a timid, but a come hither sort of smile. After a moment, you twisted the cap off, and flicked it off somewhere to your right. Wade would find it later, or he wouldn’t. You didn’t really care. 

You two talked for hours, most of which consisted of him telling you about the Void, and how hard it had been, while you pretended to comprehend it. Between words, you passed the bottle back and forth, taking mouthfuls, and inadvertently swapping spit as you did. The thought occurred to you about halfway through the conversation, and your stomach tightened. You shook your head lightly and clenched your thighs together, trying to stave off the arousal that was bubbling in your core. 

There we go. That’s better.

He’s handsome. Like really handsome. 

Your stomach does a flip as he smiles at you, reaching for the bottle, which was still situated between your legs. His fingertips just graze the side of your thigh and his eyes flit to yours. He holds his smile, waiting for you to either protest or move the moment forward, and all you can do is gawk, because your cunt starts throbbing. 

As the evening wears on, though cautious, it’s obvious that Remy feels the same pull that you do. He remains cool on the outside, but internally, he was battling the magnetic tugging he felt from you. He couldn't shake it. He’d compliment you, you’d compliment him. At one point, in between sips, you casually drop that you think his accent is hot and he whispers something underneath his breath, something you don’t understand. Before either of you realized it, you had started to lean closer to each other, your faces inches apart, and you felt the warm rush of his breath over your cheeks.

It was as if you both realized it simultaneously. You rear back, an embarrassed expression plastered on your face. Remy clears his throat. His attraction to you was stifling; something that he rarely felt. He was powerless in his want for you, the draw you had was irresistible.

"Maybe we should... uh..." You murmur, looking deep into his eyes. In a room full of people that were starting to fade away the closer you two got to each other, you were thankful you were still sober enough to suggest a different setting. Any longer and you surely would’ve just straddled him and gone to town. 

Remy moves first. 

"We gon' take a walk." He announces to the others, getting to his feet. 

The conversation stops abruptly, silence hanging heavy. You straighten up, trying your best to avert your gaze, but you still see everyone’s reaction. Someone clears their throat and your heart sinks, feeling like you might die on the spot. The one that had been introduced as Logan, gruff looking dude, raises a single brow at you. In true Wade-character, he ugly cackles, shattering the moment. Your shoulders sink, embarrassed, as you head towards the door, doing the proverbial walk of shame. 

Remy meets you at the door and pulls it open, holding it for you. You duck underneath his arm, looking sheepish and as you exit into the hallway, you think you heard Wade mutter something about a fanfiction but Remy yanks the door shut before you can react. 

“You want to… get some air? Or um… I have… well, no I had liquor, but I brought it to Wade’s.” 

He smiles, and looks down at the floor, before lifting his eyes back to you. “We can do whatever you want, chère. You ain’t gon’ catch me complainin’ eitha’ way.”

You chew on the inside of your cheek, considering the options. Your heart was hammering in your chest at the prospect of just being near him without the others around. You two had been close to kissing in Wade’s living room, and now, you had the opportunity to continue that… or take a walk. The latter seemed less appealing. 

“Y’know what, why don’t we… just…” You take a few steps backwards, jerking your head towards your front door. Concerningly, you had forgotten to lock your door. However, it allows you to open it quickly, and walk backwards into the apartment. Gambit follows you in, his attention never leaving you. 

"You sure 'bout dis, mon ami? I can walk away righ' now." His words land heavy, a promise behind them. He was a gentleman at heart, you could tell. Fortunately for him, you were very sure, and wanted every inch of him.

Mon ami - something that in the few hours you'd spent with him, he'd called you often. Among other things. Mon ami meant my friend, but you knew you two weren't just friends. You saw how he acted with others, and the comments he made. Sure, he had a quick wit and a mouth on him, but the flirting... god, the flirting.

He stands in the doorway, his shoulders filling the frame. Silently, you nod and take another step back, giving him some room to enter. He takes one wide step towards you, leaving the door open behind him. He reaches for your hip, and you immediately take to playing with his large hands. Delicately, you pay attention to each long digit, trailing your middle finger along the knuckles, and up and down the length of them. You dip into the spaces between, your fingers barely ghosting over the webbing. 

Was that a shiver? Your eyes flit to his, searching them for a hint.

"You sure do know how to make a man feel good." 

Your heart flutters at his words. With his accent, even the simplest of things sounded charming. At least to you. You felt that he could ask if you wanted coffee or how the weather was and you'd be twirling your hair around your finger like a desperate schoolgirl. Embarrassing. 

You’re about to respond and defend yourself by saying that all you had done was play with his hands, which was hardly considered foreplay, but his fingers come up underneath your chin, gently closing your mouth with a dull click of your teeth. He tilts it upwards to an angle where he could easily kiss you. And kiss you, he does. 

It was the kind of kiss that makes your knees buckle, sends a violent shudder from the nape of your neck down to the base of your spine. It’s the kind of kiss that needs to come with a warning; Danger: Will Result In Sex. As his lips move against yours, you feel the urgency of his need, of his want, and hum into his lips. Remy takes that as a green light and deepens the kiss, moving his body so that it’s pressing flush against yours. The action leaves you immediately breathless and in response, you break the kiss, tucking your chin to your chest. Your hand finds his torso, pressing hard against the muscles underneath the shirt.  

"Ah, don't you be actin' shy now. You been teasin' me for hours."

“I have not!”

“You think I didn’t notice all ‘dem touches an’ looks you were givin’ me? I may ‘ave been born at night, but I wasn’t born last night.” 

He had you there. You couldn’t deny that, at all. Even if you’d wanted to. Which, part of you did. Part of you was very nervous, standing before this very handsome man, with the taste of his mouth still lingering on your lips but another part of you, the louder one, was delighted that he’d noticed. Furthermore, that he’d enjoyed them enough to come to your room.

You lift your hand behind him, pushing the door shut with a harsh shove. With a twist of your fingers, you activate the locking mechanism, sliding the deadbolt into place. Gambit chuckles, grinning down at you. Your heart leaps into your throat, but you press on bravely, lacing your arms around his neck. They trail down the front of his body, feeling the muscles as they twitch with each ragged breath. 

He quirks a brow as if to ask, 'Oh, really?' You simply smirk back at him. The contact is electric, and you find yourself resisting the urge to grind against him immediately. Instead, you focus on his hands again, bringing one of them up to your lips. You press a delicate kiss on the pads, before slipping one into your mouth and sucking gently. Remy makes a deep, husky sound in his throat, and brings his other hand to your hip, where he pulls you roughly against him.

For a man that uses his hands often, the sensations are high. The way your mouth envelops his finger, your tongue writhing around the digit had his jaw clenching, muscles fluttering on the side of his face. When you draw his finger into the confines of your throat, deep-throating it, his eyes roll back in pleasure. He pulls his hand back, shaking it off as if the inside of your mouth was hot to the touch.

"Woo, you nasty, huh? Nevah’ woulda' guessed... you been actin' like a good little girl 'uhround me." 

After that, it all happened very quickly. Gambit takes a step and connects his lips with yours again, pushing them into you in an act of desperation. Without breaking the kiss, he shrugs out of his jacket, tossing it onto a nearby surface. You push against him until his back hits the door with a heavy thud, definitely loud enough for any innocent bystanders to hear. Your fingers undo the button of your jeans, breaking the kiss for only a second to slide them down your legs. 

Once you return to his waiting mouth, the kiss deepens and the coil in your stomach winds tighter, claiming your body in a deep, fiery arousal. His big arms wrap around you, enveloping you in a heated embrace. Just for a moment, it’s tender — but shortly after, his hands drop to your ass, fingers slipping underneath the band of fabric to take greedy fistfuls of each cheek. 

Your hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping the roundness of them to use as leverage. Letting out a little hum, you sweep your hips across his groin, pressing tightly against him. His eyes drift shut, head bumping against the door as he leaned it back, a low growl coming from his throat. Keeping at it, you grind your hips against him, feeling the outline of his length as it hardens.

“You be drivin’ Remy crazy, grindin’ on me like ‘dat.”

“That’s the intention….” You stand on your tiptoes to pepper kisses on his lips, your warm breath fanning over his face, smelling faintly of Jack Daniels. Remy trails his hand carefully up your rib cage until he gets to the side of your breast, where he quickly slips around to the front, his large hand cupping the fullness of it outside of your shirt. Your reaction is visceral; your breath hisses through your teeth at the sensitivity. 

Remy laughs again and with his free hand, pulls your hips back to his. Swiftly, he spins you around, pinning you between his body and the hard surface of the door. He presses himself tightly against you, shifting slightly so that his thigh was between your legs. The sensation of something that close to your core is dangerous and brings a weak, mewling whimper from your mouth.

“We gon’ have ourselves some fun.” His voice is low, tinged with a new sort of lustful tone that you hadn't heard before. Your mind is spinning, growing dizzy with lust. The alcohol had certainly helped your nerves, you were never usually this brazen. Your core burns with desire at his words, silently begging for everything he was about to give you. His lips hover just over yours; you can feel his breath on your skin and the heat that radiates off his body as it presses into yours.

"Oh my god," you whisper into his mouth. "Fuck..."

His teeth nip at your bottom lip before he captures your mouth in a heated, passionate kiss again. His tongue explores the inside, swirling along your own wet muscle. With every passing second, your heart beats faster and his hands grip your hips tighter, thumbs massaging the flesh above your jeans.

“Wrap ‘dem legs around me, mon coeur.” (My heart) Remy’s voice is husky with want; amongst his playful, lilted tone, a possessiveness lingered, and the thought sends a chill down your spine. He nods once, encouraging you into his waiting arms. You jump up, and he catches you effortlessly, gripping your thighs tight and hoisting you up into his grasp. Feeling secure, you wrap both legs around his waist and encircle his neck with your arms. Your gaze meets his and you can see the wanton need mirrored in his own eyes, darkened with desire.

Remy's smirk is dripping with confidence. Your body's response to him was causing his ego to swell within his chest, and his cock to swell within his pants. He leans in close, his lips against your ear, nipping at the lobe softly before pulling back slightly. In one fluid movement, his hips buck up against your center, teasing you over the layers of clothing. You let out a moan, throwing your head back against the door.

He thrusts up into you again, chuckling low against your ear. The hard line of his cock grinds against you, making you stutter out expletives as it presses against you with a needy demand. 

"You like 'dat, cher? Talk t' me..."

You nod, swallowing and wetting your throat. "Y-yeah, fuck... I do... need you – it – so bad."

“Whaddya’ need?”

“N-need you… so bad.” 

“You can do betta’. Tell Remy what you need...” 

He presses you harder against the door, your back sliding against the wood as he kisses a trail down from your mouth to your shoulder, sucking and biting with all the right intensities. As his hips grind against yours, you feel the damp fabric slide across your cunt, alerting you to just how wet he’d made you. Fuck. 

“Need… need you to fuck me. Hard. Need to feel you everywhere.”  

A few hours ago, you’d agreed to Taco Tuesday at Wade’s. Now, you were getting dry humped by a really hot Cajun guy and moaning into the curve between his neck and his shoulder. You were positive that if someone opened their door, they’d hear you. Somewhere in your brain, the thought should have been moderately embarrassing, but you were far too invested in Remy to care. 

Without warning, Gambit lifts you away from the door and carries you to the nearby couch. He never breaks the kiss, still feverishly claiming your mouth as he moves. Your back hits the cushions and before you can process it, his body weight is on top of you. He slots himself in between your legs, and his hard-on bumps into your stomach as his hips rut against you, finding some relief in the friction. But not enough. 

Remy’s hand finds the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to allow his fingers underneath the fabric. You bite down on the pillow of your bottom lip and push your hips up into his. Thick, strong digits sweep across your skin, leaving a burning trail of fire in their wake. Every touch brings your temperature up, and it isn’t long before your entire body is consumed in flames. You sigh contentedly, arching up into his touch. 

Abruptly, Remy straightens up, crosses his arms over his torso and pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his tan skin and bulky muscles. His stocky stature makes your tummy clench with anticipation. He was fit, as you assumed, but that didn’t stop your jaw from falling open at the sight. 

“Wow,” you finally choke.

Remy grins. “You like what you see?” 

You nod furiously, hands snapping to his toned abdomen. He’s warm and his skin is soft, begging to be touched. The muscles flex underneath your fingers as you trace a long stripe from his belly button to his collarbone. Your hands claw at his shoulder, attempting to pull him back down on you, but he resists. 

He spoke with a playfulness, almost a sort of pleading. His thumbs flicks at the hem of your shirt. “Ah, c’mon, ‘dat ain’t fair. Enlève-tout toi, huh?” (Take it all off.)

You thought you understood, but if you didn’t, it didn’t matter. Remy was quick to translate his words, busy undressing you, pulling your worn t-shirt over your head, and reaching around your back to unclasp your bra. Most men would’ve fumbled with the clasp, but not him. His adept fingers make quick work of it, allowing your breasts to fall free. He throws your bra somewhere behind him. 

“Hooo, cher…!” His eyes light up at the visual and you feel heat blooming on your cheeks again, half expecting him to make a lewd comment. Instead, his hands cup your tits, kneading the soft plumpness like dough, thumbs grazing the nipples. He exhales through his mouth, jerking his head to the side. 

Finally, he kisses you again. It’s wet and sloppy and his mouth is consuming you, tasting you hungrily. His hips are still moving, sweeping into yours with a calculated precision. You try to spread your legs but the back of the couch thwarts your attempt. He notices this, watching as you struggle with the space. 

“You got a bed?” He asked in between smearing kisses along your neck and collarbone. 

“Yeah-yeah…. Down the hall.” 

“Remy be needin’ more room for what he wanna’ do t’you.”

His weight is suddenly gone from you, an unwelcome sensation, even though you know he’s about to carry you wedding-style down the hallway. He bends down, one arm sliding underneath your neck, the other in the crook behind your knees. For the second time that night, he lifts you into his arms.

You rest your cheek against his warm pectoral muscle, rocking back and forth, as he walks you both down the dark hallway. The only light in the room comes from the window, the city outside alive and humming. Carefully, Remy sets you down on the bed, unmade from this morning, your dark gray sheets cool to the touch. 

In nothing but your underwear, which at this point, are damp to the touch, you’re left feeling very exposed. But you can’t muster up any shame, not when he’s looking at you with such hunger, such want. Your tummy feels tight, and the feeling gets worse when Remy’s hands drop to his waist, unzipping and unbuttoning his pants. They fall loose at the waist, and he shucks them down the rest of the way, leaving him in nothing but a pair of deep purple boxers. Your eyes swing heavy to the outline that’s now presented to you. 

Oh my god. 

Your breath hitches in your throat. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise; Remy was a big guy, and that proved true downstairs, too. You can barely pull your eyes away from it, but you begrudgingly rip them away, to look up into his gaze. 

“Please,” you beg. “You’re too far away…” Your cunt is aching and nothing but him, his hands, his dick, will sate her. 

He leans forward, flattening both hands on the mattress and walks them back until his face is in front of yours. He sweeps you into another kiss and your heart races. His hands are perfectly positioned on either side of your hips, you feel them graze the flesh. His finger hooks around the elastic of your panties, twisting it around his pointer finger and gradually, he tugs them down over the curve of your hip.

You nod lazily against his mouth, as you feel the warmth of his hand near your core. Your legs drop apart, knees touching the mattress as you allow him access. One hand sweeps across your inner thighs, stroking them, while the other palms your soft mound. His other hand comes to pause at your knee, and pushes his weight into it softly, forcing you to stay spread-eagle for him. No way you could’ve done this on the sofa. 

There’s no hesitation in the way he fingers you; sweeping up through your slick folds, smearing your arousal around until she’s coated in it, splaying your pretty, wet cunt apart with his fingers, looking upon it hungrily. He knows what he’s doing, and how to do it right. You briefly wonder if that’s another mutant power he has… though being an expert at fingering someone seems outlandish. But he’s just so good at it. His middle finger barely touches you, circling the bundle of nerves delicately. Your back arches up towards him, a desperate groan vibrating your vocal chords. Delighted by your reaction, his finger flicks upwards at your swollen, sensitive clit, making your body literally quiver. 

“Uhugh – god…. Shit, oh my god.” 

He continues like this for several minutes, until your cunt is blazing hot and clenching with every moan you give. 

By the time he presses one finger inside, you’re teetering on the edge of an orgasm and your voice fills the room with needy, desperate sounds. You let out a shrill whine, and he slips in another finger, feeling the stretch of muscle as he does. His heart is pounding in his chest, overcome with lust. The way you sound, the way your body is moving and writhing on the bed, he can’t wait to sink himself into you. 

Amidst a laugh, he says: “People gon’ think we up in here watchin’ porn.”

Did he just insinuate that you sounded like a pornstar? You lifted your head, wearily, to look at him. Your chest heaves with each breath as you try to formulate a snarky remark to no avail. He looked so good – well, always – but he looked particularly good on top of you, his bright eyes lust blown and hungry. 

“We’re… we’re… porn… it’s…  oh god.” 

He shushes you. “You just lay back and keep moanin’.” 

Defeated, you huff and your head hits the sheets again, but not before you catch a glimpse of the way the muscles in his forearm ripple as it pumps back and forth into your cunt. You can’t help but moan at the sight, feeling a shockwave rupture your core. Your hips meet his fingers, rutting and writhing against the mattress in a needy rhythm.

Your first orgasm claims your body before you can stop it. You’re clenching around his fingers as they move, crooking upwards into your sensitive spots. Your slick coats his fingers and when Gambit pulls his hand back, thick, clear strands string from between them. He smiles down at you. 

Remy raises himself to his knees. “Turn ‘round…” 

You flip over and back yourself towards him, thinking that he’s going to go at it doggy-style, but to your surprise, he pulls you upright, pressing your back against his chest. His dick is hot between your legs, and when he reaches down to line it up, you let your head loll back against his shoulder. Gambit’s mouth finds the side of your neck, streaking it with wet, suckling kisses. He was taking his time with you, savouring you and you hum happily through closed lips, reaching behind you to thread your fingers through his hair.

“Fuck, you feel so good…” Instinctively, your hips undulate and his cock slips between your folds. Remy’s hips buck once, letting out a groan that comes from somewhere deep. 

“You ready, cher?” He asks, sweeping your hair away from your neck. You nod furiously. You’ve been ready – you were ready the moment you laid eyes on him.

Remy reaches down to sweep his fingers along your entrance briefly, before gripping himself and guiding the head of his cock into the slit. You keen at the feeling of his velvet-soft head pressing into your entrance, warm pre-cum leaking from the slit. He murmurs words of encouragement into your ear as you feel his hips press against your ass, urging his thick, veiny shaft inside your cunt. He does it gently, allowing you time to adjust to the girth, but the sting still makes you cry out. “Fffuck!”

He begins to thrust his hips shallowly, your cunt stretching around his cock. The feeling is all-consuming, and your body feels heavy in his grasp. One hand is gripping your waist tightly, the other, fingers splayed out on your stomach just above your cunt. There’s a pressure building in your cunt, and each thrust magnifies it. The sting of his cock fades to an ache, then to a dull throbbing that makes you want more and you lean forward slightly and press your ass into the curves of his hips, meeting his thrusts. 

“Mm, ‘dat’s it, cher…” His voice is hot on your skin. 

His thrusts get deeper, but there’s a lingering tension in his body that makes you feel like he’s not getting what he wants. You’re right; all at once, Remy pulls his cock from you and switches positions. 

You’re suddenly on your back, looking up at him as he looms over you, all muscle. His cockhead nudges your entrance again, but doesn’t penetrate. 

“Say my name, cher… I needa’ hear it leave ‘dat pretty mouth.” 

“Which one? Gambit? Or Remy?” You ask, breathlessly.

The way his eyes rolled back at the second option told you everything you needed to know. A smirk twisted your lips cruelly and you lifted your body slightly, just enough for your mouth to reach his ear. You moan his name over and over again, knowing full well the effect it’s having on the mutant man.

“Remy, Remy, Remy….” Your tone is high-pitched and whiny, but he seems to enjoy the lewdness of it all. He bucks his hips hard into you, and the fullness reaches an all-time high as he bottoms out, his pelvis hitting yours with a slap.

“Huhhh—!” You gasp, breathing ragged. “Fuck!”

“Gonna’ make you cum so hard you ain’t gon’ walk right for days.” His voice is low and filthy and leaves a stain on your mind. Your cunt clenches around him possessively, pulling him somehow deeper inside of you. 

As your head bangs into your headboard, the tip of his cock bumps your cervix over and over again, and your jaw goes slack, literally fucked silent. Remy hears the thudding of your skull and puts a hand between it and the wood, but he doesn’t stop his relentless, deep thrusting. 

The pleasure reaches a peak and your nails dig into his back, leaving crescent moon shaped indentations on his golden skin. Remy’s groaning loud into your ear as he cums, muttering in an almost incoherent melange of French and English. His accent is somehow heavier, and you can barely make out the words as he’s saying them into your skin. It doesn’t matter though, because you feel how full you are, and Remy’s hot, white completion is leaking out the sides and staining your sheets. 

He stays like that for a moment, hovering on top of you. His cock softens inside, completely spent and eventually, he slips it out, rolling over onto your bed.

“Ah, joi de vivre, huh.” (the joy of life), he says drowsily.

You laugh, and nestle underneath his arm, in the space he’s left for you. 

If you had your way, you’d do it all over again. 

Though he doesn’t say it, so would he. 

[kayhi808]

Thank you so much!!!🥰😘 I chatted with you in the morning and it helped but this was still a tough one. If she went as Black Widow it would make sense...Nick Fury would be a wild choice and I had a hard time making it funny. 😣

But I think it came out ok.🤭😊 thank you for kicking around ideas with me and the encouragement! 😘

First Crush 16 - Happy Halloween

I know this is late but technically it's still Halloween in Hawaii. I hope everyone has fun tonight! 🥰

"Honey, you're going to need to stay still."

Abby is squirmy in the make up chair, "But N'asha, I soooo 'cited!" Raising her little fists up in the air, ready for Halloween to begin.

Stepping back with her hands on her hip, "Well, if you stuck to being a Widow, we don't have to do this part."

Sitting still as can be, "No tank you. I needs to be Diwctor Fuwy! I stay still." Natasha continues to glue down the skull cap to Abby's head.

You enter the room with Abby's utility belt stocked with snacks and her trench coat. "Ok I think...." You stop in your tracks to stare at your daughter. The cap has made her completely bald looking. You're still undecided on how to feel about her costume of choice. Once Abby sets her mind to something it's hard to convince her otherwise. You had drawn in her goatee earlier, so she was just about done. She's still wearing the Widow suit underneath the trench.

"Mama, lookit! I no more hairs!" Abby cackles as Natasha sets her down.

She skips over to you, "Yes, I can see that." You strap on her utility belt. "While we're out, you only eat the snacks in here. You cannot touch the candy you collect, ok? I'll need to check it first."

"Okies, Mama!"

You help her on with her trenchcoat and runs over to the mirror & she squeals. " Do you like it?"

She jumps up and down, "I loves it so much!" She runs over to hug Natasha "Tank you!"

"Have fun tonight," she places the final touch of the eye patch on. "Listen to your Mama."

******

Chloe, Mia and their mothers were going to meet up at the Tower before hitting the nearby neighborhoods with the girls. You dressed yourself up as a hobbit. Brown capris & vest with a white poet shirt, a green hooded cape and a walking stick. It was the same costume as last year. You had always thought the stick could double as a weapon if need be. Bucky scoffed at your idea. He said him and Sam would be joining you for protection. He refused to have you and Abby out and about on a crazy night like Halloween unprotected.

You let Abby make her entrance and you watched the looks on Bucky and Sam's faces. Speechless. Horrified. Abby did her little sashay around the room, stopping in front of Bucky, jumping up and down with her hands clasped. "Do yous loves it?!" She plays with the trench to make the bottom swish.

Bucky's mouth is open & closing like a fish out of water. He turns to Sam, "Don't look at me. She asked you."

"Wow! Abigail. Wow!" Bucky's eyes meet yours and you give him a smirk.

"This whole...look? It's going to be embedded in my brain FOREVER," Sam nods at Abby.

Abby claps her hands, "Tank you!!"

The horror hasn't left Bucky's eyes as you laugh, "We better head downstairs."

While on the elevator ride down, both Bucky and Sam try touching Abby's bald skull cap without her knowing. "Stop," you hiss at them.

The elevators open to the lobby and when the little girls see each other they all squeal and scream, running to hug each other. They are so cute! Chloe is dressed as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and Mia is Ren from Star Wars. The 3 girls gush over the sparkly shoes, Mia's mini light saber and of course Abby's bald head. Quick introductions are made amongst the adults. Bucky had met their husbands at the father/daughter dance at the daycare so they were a little familiar with each other. And Sam is so personable, he makes everyone feel at ease.

They were about to head out when the glass door slide open and Nick Fury and Maria Hill walk in. All 3 little girls gasp. Eyes wide and mouths shaped as little "o". Just like the time before, very intimidating and frightening, trench coat flowing behind him, cutting a striking figure across the lobby.

Abby runs across the lobby, followed by her 2 best friends. "Diwector Fuwy!!" She hugs his leg, "Happy Hanoween!"

He frowns down at her, 'Who the hell are you supposed to be?!"

Chloe is afraid of his tone and Mia hold her hand. The parents quickly follow.

Abby covers her mouth and giggles. "I'm you!!" She does a little turn making sure her trench swishes out. She slides her hand in his. "You wikes it?"

"Just say you like it," Bucky says with a little growl in his voice.

You try to distract & gather everyone to head out.

Abby looks at her friends, "Him's my fwend. He's so smart and braves. Him's the big boss to my Mama, Bucky, Captain America, Black Widow, Iron Man, Green Man, Lightning Man, Arrow Man....all dem Avengers. He protects the whole world and even space!" Fury doesn't look as angry & gives her little hand a squeeze. "And keeps us safe." Poking her eyepatch, "So no one steals our eyeballs, right?" His frown is back in full force and her drops her hand. He takes out his money clip and drops some money into the girls bags. "Get the hell out of my lobby. Go get some ice cream or something."

Again the girls gasp and a chorus of "Tank you, Diwector Fuwy! Happy Hanoween!" They all giggle and wave like the mini fan club that they are now.

"Ok, let's get started." You all start heading out and you turn to Bucky, "I thought Steve would join us tonight."

Abby pipes up, "Uncle Steve is on important dates. He cannot."

Bucky narrows his eyes at Abby, "How do you know he's on an important date?"

Abby shrugs before running off to join her friends, "Him tells me tings."

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