#they just wanted to see her have fun and enjoy herself

[fiastomatocheek]

NO CREEPY GUYS ALLOWED NEAR MY WIFE

pair: dad!will smith x f!reader

genre: domestic fluff, protective dad, subtle angst, romance.

warnings: unwanted flirting (non-graphic), strong emotional themes, overprotective twins, soft husband!will, hockey dad pride, will being hot when he’s mad.

summary: as a dad, will’s always blended into the background at the twins’ games, cap low and presence quiet, it’s a shadow of love instead of a spotlight. but when a stranger crosses a line while will is away for the first time, the twins step up to protect their mom. and when will returns, he realizes it’s time to stop hiding the family he’s so damn proud of.

fia’s notes: the idea originally came from a post on fiakive (me), and after seeing a few anons and moots show interest in the concept of dad!will, i figured that why not write one? so here it is! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed bringing it to life. also in this story, eli’s mom can be a hockey mom in this, but she’s never really been into hockey herself. maybe her husband is the fan, but she’s never been all that interested in the sport.

tagging team fia ! — @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning @dancerbailey3 @mashmashi @kell9rs @nokiaholland

“Morning, gorgeous,” Will murmured,

“You ready to cheer our boys on without me?”

You turned in his arms, smiling up at him. “I’ll manage. But you owe me for doing this solo, Smith.”

He grinned, that boyish charm still as potent as the day you met.

“Name your price. Dinner out? Back rub? I’m at your mercy.”

You laughed, swatting his chest.

“Let’s start with you not being late for practice again. Coach was not happy last time.”

Will’s face fell, his blue eyes clouding with guilt.

“I hate missing their games. Charles and Theo are gonna be out there, probably pulling moves I taught them, and I’m stuck doing line drills.”

You cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing his stubble.

“You’ll be there tomorrow, and they’ll light up when they see you. I’ve got this. I’m their loudest fan today.”

He leaned down, kissing you, the kind of kiss that reminded you why you’d said yes to him all those years ago.

“You’re the best, you know that?” he said, pulling back.

“Tell the boys I’m proud of them, win or lose. And…”

His tone shifted, taking on that serious dad edge he used before every game. “Make sure they remember the rules.”

You nodded, mimicking his stern voice.

“Enjoy the game, have fun, and be brothers on and off the ice. No rough stuff, just clean hockey.”

“Exactly,” he said, but his expression softened.

“And one more thing, tell them to look out for you. Protect Mom when I’m not there.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart warmed. “Will, it’s a middle school rink, not a war zone.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, stealing one last kiss.

“You’re my world, and they’re my boys. Gotta keep you safe.”

“Love you,” you called as he grabbed his keys and headed for the door.

“Love you more, babe.” he shot back, winking before the door clicked shut.

At 11, the twins were carbon copies of Will, tall for their age, with his sandy blond hair and blue eyes, though Charles had your smile and Theo had your quiet intensity but still they had a big love for hockey. They stumbled downstairs, already in their hockey mindset, their jerseys draped over chairs, Charles in #2, Theo in #43. Those numbers were Will’s from his USA Hockey days and his time with the Sharks, but the boys thought they were just his ‘weekend game’ numbers from pickup games with friends. You and Will had kept his NHL career under wraps, wanting them to grow up as regular kids, not as ‘Will Smith’s sons.’ or whatever nickname others people would gave them. Privacy was sacred, a shield against the media’s prying eyes.

In the car, the boys were a whirlwind of energy, their gear bags rattling in the trunk. Charles, the chattier one, leaned forward.

“I’m scoring at least two goals today, Mom. Watch.”

Theo, in the back, smirked.

“Only if I don’t block you first. My team’s defense is solid.”

You glanced at them in the rearview mirror, grinning.

“Okay, hotshots, what’s Dad’s rule?”

Charles groaned, flopping back. “Have fun, play clean, and be brothers on and off ice.”

“And don’t go too hard on each other. Oh and protect Mom when Dad’s not here.” Theo added, his voice softer but firm.

“Good,” you said.

“You’re on different teams, but you’re a team at home. Dad said he’s proud of you, no matter what.”

Charles puffed out his chest, his jersey crinkling.

“We’ve got you, Mom. Nobody’s gonna mess with us.”

“Yeah,” Theo said, his eyes narrowing. “We’re Smiths.”

You laughed, pulling into the school parking lot. The rink was a hive of activity, coaches barking last-minute instructions. The boys hopped out, hoisting their bags like pros.

“Go get ready,” you called. “Put your gear on, lace up, and I’ll meet you inside.”

They waved, disappearing into the crowd of jersey-clad kids. You parked, grabbed your jacket, and headed to the rink, you spotted Charles and Theo already in their warming up position, their names bold on their jerseys with number #2 SMITH and #43 SMITH. They skated with Will’s effortless grace, weaving through cones, firing pucks with precision. Charles flicked a playful shot at Theo, who blocked it with a grin. Just like their Dad, their focus unbreakable.

You found a seat in the front row, close enough to feel the thud of the puck. Lisa, the mom of Eli, Theo’s teammate, slid in beside you, her red scarf bright against the gray bleachers.

“Hey, girl!” she said, nudging you.

“Your boys look like they’re ready to run today game.”

“They’re hyped,” you said, grinning.

“Their dad gave them the full pep talk before he left for practice.”

Lisa raised an eyebrow. “Will’s not here? That’s new. He’s usually glued to the glass, yelling like he’s coaching the Sharks.”

“Yeah, he’s got practice. He’ll be here tomorrow, though. The boys are counting on it.”

The game kicked off with a roar, the puck zipping across the ice. Charles, left wing for the Blue team, was a blur, dodging defenders and rifling a shot that hit the net five minutes in. The crowd erupted, and you leapt up, screaming,

“That’s my Charlie!”

Theo, right wing for the Red team, wasn’t about to let his brother steal the show. He snagged the puck, deked a defender with a move straight out of Will’s playbook, and snapped a wrist shot into the goal. You clapped wildly, your heart swelling.

“Go, Theo Smith! Go!”

Behind you, parents whisper, their voices a mix of awe and curiosity.

“Those Smith boys are unreal,” one dad said.

“That’s not just practice. They’ve got serious talent.”

“Look at that footwork,” a mom added. “Their dad must’ve been a hell of a player.”

Lisa leaned over, her eyes twinkling.

“That’s all Will’s doing, right? He’s got those boys skating like pros.”

You smiled, keeping your answer vague.

“He’s taught them a lot. They’ve been on skates since they were three.”

You never mentioned Will’s NHL career, not even to Lisa, who was as close as you got to a rink-side confidante. It was a promise you and Will made early on to keep the boys out of the spotlight, to let them be kids. The less people knew, the better.

The first half was a showcase of the twins’ skills. Charles threaded a no-look pass to a teammate, who scored. Theo blocked a shot, then set up a goal with a pinpoint assist. They were competitive but never crossing into dirty play, just as Will had drilled into them. You could see their personalities on the ice for Charles’s flair, Theo’s quiet intensity but they respected eachother, even as opponents.

At the break, you grabbed a hot chocolate drink, chatting with Lisa about the team’s playoff chances. That’s when a man approached, his smile a touch too warm. He was tall, with dark hair and a kid’s Blue team jersey slung over his shoulder, his son probably one of Charles’s teammates. His name tag read ‘Joseph.’

“Hey, you’re Charles and Theo’s mom, right?” he said, offering a handshake.

“I’m Joseph. My son, Max, plays with Charles.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said, shaking his hand out of courtesy.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Those boys are incredible out there,” he said, stepping closer.

“You must be so proud. Raising twins on your own must be a lot, though.”

You frowned, caught off guard.

“Oh, I’m not, my husband’s just at work today.”

He either didn’t hear or chose to ignore it.

“Still, you’re doing an amazing job. Maybe we could grab a coffee sometime, swap stories about the chaos of hockey parenting.”

His tone was unmistakably flirty, his eyes lingering a bit too long.

You’re already felt the discomfort. You hadn’t worn your wedding rings today, they were at the cleaner, and you’d left your engagement ring at home, worried about losing it in the chaos of the game. Maybe that’s why he’d misread the situation.

“Thanks, but I’m okay,” you said, stepping back.

“I need to get back for the second half.”

“Sure, sure,” he said, but his smile didn’t falter.

“Think about that coffee, though.”

The second half was just as intense, with Charles and Theo trading goals and assists. The game ended in a 3-3 tie, the kids spilling onto the ice in a flurry of high-fives and laughter. You stood, clapping, but your smile faded when you saw Charles and Theo skating toward you, their faces etched with concern.

“Mom, you okay?”

Charles asked, his helmet tucked under his arm, sweat matting his hair.

“That guy was weird,”

Theo said, his voice low and protective. He glared toward the stands, where Joseph was chatting with another parent.

“He was talking to you all funny.”

You forced a smile, not wanting to worry them.

“It’s fine, boys. He was just being friendly. Let’s get your gear off and head home. Dad’s waiting”

They exchanged a look, more of Will’s look, all fierce protectiveness and skated to the locker room. You exhaled, relieved they didn’t push it further. On the drive home, the boys were back to their usual selves, dissecting every play and plotting strategies for tomorrow’s game. They didn’t mention about that guy, so you assumed they’d let it go.

When you pulled into the driveway, Will’s car was in its spot. The boys bolted inside, their gear bags thumping against the doorframe.

“Dad!”

They shouted, tackling Will as he stepped out of the kitchen, a dish towel slung over his shoulder.

“Whoa, slow down, champs!”

Will laughed, ruffling their hair. He was still in his practice sweats, his face flushed from a hard skate.

“How’d my superstars do?”

Before you could answer, Charles blurted,

“Some guy was talking to Mom, and she looked super uncomfortable.”

Theo nodded, his arms crossed.

“Yeah, he was all smiley and weird. We told him we had to go, and he backed off.”

Will’s eyebrows shot up, his gaze snapping to you. You saw the jealousy, but it was tempered by humor, his lips twitching into a smirk. He crouched to their level, his voice conspiratorial.

“Is that right? What’d you do, huh? Give me the play-by-play.”

Charles grinned, puffing up.

“We skated over after the game and said we had to leave. He looked like he was gonna run.”

“Good job, boys,” Will said, high-fiving them.

“You gotta protect Mom when I’m not there. No creepy guys allowed near my wife.”

“Will,” you said, rolling your eyes as you kicked off your shoes.

“It was nothing. Can we eat? I’m starving.”

Will stood, slinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close.

“Nothing, huh? We’ll talk later,”

He whispered, his tone teasing but with an edge of curiosity.

To the boys, he said, “Go wash up. Dinner’s almost ready.”

Dinner was a lively affair, the kitchen table covered in takeout pizza and garlic bread. Charles and Theo recounted every goal, their voices overlapping in excitement.

“Dad, I used that spin move you showed us!” Theo said, waving his slice of pizza.

“The goalie didn’t even see it coming.”

“And I passed like you do in your games,” Charles added, mimicking Will’s wrist flick.

“It was so smooth.”

Will leaned back, his smile wide and proud.

“You guys had fun out there? That’s what matters. I’m so damn proud of you, you know that?”

“Dad, you said ‘damn,’” Theo pointed out, smirking.

Will laughed, holding up his hands.

“Oops. Don’t tell Mom I’m corrupting you.”

You shook your head, grinning. “Too late for that.”

After the boys went to bed, their gear bags neatly stowed for tomorrow, you and Will settled on the couch, a glass of wine in your hand and his arm around you. Will tilted his head, his voice low.

“So, this guy… what’s his deal? Hitting on my wife when I’m not around?”

You sighed, leaning into him.

“His name’s Joseph. He’s a dad on Charles’s team. I didn’t wear my rings today, they’re at the cleaner, and I left my engagement ring at home so I wouldn’t lose it at the rink… he probably thought I was a single mom. I shut it down, but the boys noticed. I feel bad for not wearing something to make it clear.”

Will’s jaw tightened, but his eyes sparkled with mischief.

“No rings? Babe, that’s like leaving the goal unguarded.” He kissed your temple, his voice softening.

“But seriously, you okay? He didn’t push too hard, did he?”

“No, it was just awkward,” you said.

“I was polite, but he mentioned coffee or something. The boys swooped in before it got weirder.”

Will chuckled, pulling you closer.

“That’s my boys. Got my back. But tomorrow? I’m coming with you, and we’re making sure that whole rink knows you’re mine. Charles and Theo’s mom, my beautiful wife, no question about it.”

You laughed, swatting his chest. “You’re ridiculous, Will Smith.”

“Ridiculous and crazy about you,” he said, kissing you deeply, his hand cradling your face.

“Nobody’s forgetting who you belong to.”

Sunday morning dawned bright and early, the alarm blaring at 6:00 a.m. You groaned, but Will was already up when you shuffled downstairs, wrapping your robe tighter.

Will glanced over, grinning. “Morning, Mrs. Smith. Ready to show that rink who’s boss?”

“You’re way too chipper for this hour,” you muttered, but you smiled, grabbing a coffee.

Will was in full dad mode, checking the boys’ gear with the precision of an NHL veteran. He sharpened Theo’s skates, tested Charles’s stick tape, and packed their water bottles with the same care he put into his own pre-game routine.

“Can’t have dull blades or sticky tape,” he said, more to himself than you.

You woke the boys, who stumbled down, rubbing their eyes but lighting up when they saw Will in his Sharks cap and hoodie.

“Dad’s coming!” Charles cheered, fist-bumping Theo.

“Gonna yell louder than Mom?” Theo teased, dodging Charles’s playful shove.

After a quick breakfast, Will drove, his hand resting on your thigh as the boys chattered in the back. At the school, you spotted Joseph near the entrance, talking to another parent. Theo nudged Charles.

“That’s the guy from yesterday.”

Charles nodded, his eyes narrowing. “The one who made Mom look all weird.”

Will’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, but he kept his cool, his jaw set.

“Don’t worry, boys. I’ve got this.”

Inside the rink, Will claimed a front-row seat by the glass, pulling you close and kissing your cheek for good measure.

“Gonna make sure everyone sees us,”

He whispered, his tone half-teasing, half-serious. You noticed Joseph a few rows back, his expression unreadable.

Will turned, his smile polite but razor-sharp.

“Hey, man, didn’t get to meet you yesterday. I’m Will, her husband. Play for the Sharks. Had practice yesterday, so she was flying solo. You a big hockey fan?”

Joseph’s face went white, and he stammered,

“Uh, yeah, I, uh, my son plays. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,”

Will said, his tone friendly but with an edge that said, Back off. He turned back to the ice, his arm around you, and you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

The game was a thriller. Will was on his feet the whole time, banging on the glass and shouting.

“Nice hustle, Charles! Keep your stick down, Theo!”

When Charles scored with a slick backhand, Will roared, “That’s my boy!” Theo answered with a goal, his shot a carbon copy of Will’s, and Will high-fived you, grinning like a kid.

Theo’s Red team won 2-1, but Charles skated over to hug his brother, their helmets clinking. After the game, kids swarmed Will, recognizing him from Sharks games on TV.

“Mr. Smith, can you sign my stick?”

One boy asked. Another shoved a phone at him for a selfie. Will obliged, his arm around you the whole time, while Charles and Theo stood nearby, confused.

“Dad, why do they know you?” Theo asked, his brow furrowed.

Lisa, Eli’s mom, laughed as she approached.

“No wonder your boys are so good. They’ve got an NHL dad coaching them at home.”

You and Will exchanged a look. It was time. That night, over pizza and root beer, Will sat the boys down.

“Guys, I play hockey for a job. That’s why I’m at practice a lot, why I travel for games. I’m with the San Jose Sharks.”

Charles’s eyes widened. “Like, the real Sharks? On TV?”

“Yup,” Will said, grinning.

“But you two? You’re already better than me. Got your mom’s heart and my moves.”

Theo smirked. “Cool. But we’re still gonna beat you in the backyard rink.”

Will laughed, pulling you into his side.

“That’s my boys. Now, who’s up for ice cream?”

As you watched them bicker over chocolate versus vanilla, you leaned into Will, his warmth your anchor. He was the best dad, the best husband, and your boys were growing up just like him, protective, passionate, with ice in their veins and love in their hearts. On the rink and off, they were yours, and you wouldn’t trade this life for anything.

[quitesins]

Dragon!Reader Pulls Out Her Teeth

Masterlist | Part One | Part Two

Tags: 18+, Sfw, Short, Female!Reader, Non Mc!Reader/Reader is not Mc, Current timeline, Self inflicted injuries [Reader pulls out her teeth], Sylus is somewhat physically aggressive and infantilising, Mc is in this!! Say hiiii!!!

This is a biiiiggg jump in time. Reader is a lot more comfortable with not just Sylus but also Mc and the twins. And yes every snippet so far has just been reader tearing herself apart and sylus having to deal with it… sorry everypony…

There was a good two months where you couldn’t speak at all. Not that you were particularly talkative in the first place, mostly communicating in immature huffs and nudges. But now the few words you did use, came out in garbled sounds, barely comprehensible.

You’d pulled out half your teeth on whim while Sylus was away. Your human teeth had started to push out by bigger, sharper ones, and now they’d finally fully grown in. You hated them. They were disgustingly jagged, jaw too small to even fit the majority, and you’d cut the inside of your cheeks far too many times already, leaving you to deal with the unfortunate ulcers.

It was from pure frustration did you extract your claws— a skill Sylus definitely did not teach you for this— and started ripping out each tooth.

The twins found you first, face a bloodied mess, calling Sylus quickly. They got their share of a scolding over the phone.

You’re over the sink when Sylus returns, a cold cloth stained red in your mouth. Sylus yanks you by the jaw, his hold harsh. Like the pain tries to get away from him, it shoots up to your head, making you hiss. He grins smugly.

“They don’t grow back as fast the first time round.” The bastard enjoys your self sabotage. “You’ll have fun drinking all your meals from now on, won’t you little dragon.”

There’s a low growl at the end of that word. You’ve come to realise he only calls you it when he’s pissed. Spitting it out like a slur.

You ignore his vitriol, coming to understand what he actually means. With no teeth, you can’t chew. The shock on your face makes the twins cackle in the background, still bitter from their earlier reprimand.

Sylus shuts them up with a look, clutch softening for a second. You think he’s about to let go when his fingers trace the cloth, but he just snatches it out, the force dragging you with it. He catches you in your stumble, but doesn’t let you rest, fingers thrusting into your mouth and prying it open.

“Don’t fuss now.” His inspection is demeaning. “You did this to yourself.”

There’s no gentleness in Sylus’s examination, his irritation clear in each tug and press. You’d been so good recently. Listening eagerly as he taught you to disguise your draconic features, instead of trying to get rid of them entirely. He’d thought you were over your proclivity for self mutilation, but the exposed and still leaking gum proved otherwise.

You take momentary relief when he unexpectedly lets go, shifting away. But you’re unable to compose yourself when you realise why.

It’s Emcee. Walking in with a plushie larger than herself. Her eyes make contact with yours first. Suddenly a horrible embarrassment falls over you.

You want to hide from her the most. Emcee was the only person you liked really, the only person you didn’t feel obligated to interact with. Unlike Sylus, conversations with Emcee felt real, like she wasn’t trying to subtly prod information out. Sylus was always too greedy, as if he was seeking something in you, something you weren’t even sure existed. Emcee made talking comfortable, enjoyable, her snarky jabs at Sylus having nothing to do with it, of course.

And now you were stuck, jaw clenched as much as you could with a bunch of broken teeth, humiliated that she’d caught you in such a state.

Sylus doesn’t do anything to stop Emcee from rushing over, concern evident in her voice. He knows how much you like her. He can see it in your eyes— that you beg for him to take her away, settle her distress and return to whatever outing they were on. But the opportunity is too perfect, to teach you a lesson through your own mortification.

“Sy…” Emcee says, still fretting over you. “You’ve got to take her to the hospital.”

You make a muddled sound in protest, shaking your head wildly. Your hands are over hers, the ones that rest gently on your cheeks, trying to convince her that you’re fine, it’s okay. She looks at you with humbling pity. You stop your shaking, not wanting to argue.

“Well then, little dragon,” Sylus speaks, self-satisfied, already knowing the answer, “Shall we go.”

Looking through the scrunch of your brow, you feel the worried stare of Emcee, even the twins peer over in expectation.

You concede, nodding your head in bitter acceptance.

Hopefully this makes sense… grahhh… anyways, I like writing sylus a bit mean because I miss main story sylus… the romantic indulgence is fun n all, but ouuuu there was sumn abt him looking so annoyed all the time that did it fa me…

The next stuff in this au will probably be set before this scene, this really is wayyyy later in the tl in ma head..

[thebumblebeesworld]

MISSISSIPPI • MOONSHINE

part two • annie x fem oc

summary: suga’ sees annie at a local juke in town and comes to talk to her, havin’ been pining after her for quite a while. annie had been turning down suga’s advances until she finally gave in.

cw: alcohol, smut. (idk if y’all want more in depth cw, let me know)

part one

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Suga' watched as Annie sauntered over to Mary, back straight, dress flowing around the apex of her thighs. The music was lively, pumping out sensual lyrics that fueled Suga's heady arousal and thoughts of making Annie feel things she never had before.

She watched as Annie bent forward and whispered into Mary's ear, something she was sure to be scandalous as Mary's eyes widened and Annie unsuccessfully fought to cover up a slick smile. Mary looked towards the door where Suga' had found a spot against the wall to lean.

She threw a teasing wave at Suga', causing Annie to meet her soon-to-be lover's eyes.

The air left the room as the pair spoke with gazes alone, dreaming sweet dreams full of desperation, want, and soft moans whispered towards the sky with each other's names said like a prayer.

Suga' was the first to look away, finally caving at the easy seduction of the dark-skinned woman. Her eyes landed on the tops of her feet, swaying on the balls of her heels to calm her emotions.

She couldn't let Annie win this little tug of war they had going on, but the other woman easily made her crumble.

Suga’ liked that about her.

Annie turned her head back to Mary after raising her chin in a silent celebration of getting the other woman to break for the first time. Suga' was always level-headed and sure of herself in a way that reminded Annie of her past, but the one difference the woman possessed was that she didn't shy away from vulnerability.

She always made sure to tell Annie what she liked about her. Always eased into conversation. Always opened her heart.

But somehow, in the heat of the night, Annie had opened up a different part of Sug'. A part of her that would let Annie do whatever she wanted to her body—no questions asked.

"Girl, I told you we'd find you somebody tonight," Mary congratulated herself, praising her friend for finally allowing herself to love—to lust. "That woman 'bout to turn yo' ass every which way but loose!"

Mary screamed in her excitement, and Annie couldn't even hush her because she was just as excited herself. Even more so.

"She gon' be the one that ain't gettin' turned loose," Annie admitted, biting her full bottom lip as she imagined all the ways she'd have Sug' spread underneath her. "I guess I gotta let you lead me astray more often, huh?"

Mary always tried to get Annie into some trouble. Mary called it getting her into a little fun, but this is one of the first times she listened to her friend, and things were sure working in Annie's favor so far.

Annie shook her head in disbelief at how her day had started, working hard long into the evening where she thought she'd get to enjoy a quiet evening alone. Look at her now: about to take somebody home and have fun. Suga' was somebody who never expected anything from her—just wanted to be by her side and in her presence.

The way Suga' looked at her melted all her worries and past away, and as she talked to Mary, she could feel the other woman's eyes trailing down her backside, claiming her from afar.

"You really do, girl," Mary giggled, finding it funny how her friend claimed Suga' wasn't her woman earlier in the night. From where she was standing now, Mary could tell Annie was practically feining for her. "Now run along. Don't keep that woman waitin'."

As Annie was shooed away, she walked towards the door, body swaying along to the music, reveling in the moonshine that ran throughout her system.

Her only wish was that she and Suga' had gotten a chance to dance together, but if they stopped to do that now, there's no way they would have been able to keep their wondering hands to themselves. They were on the verge of combusting from their shared desire.

Suga's hand nestled on the small of Annie's back once she made it to her, gently guiding her out of the door. She caressed her gently as she opened the car door and helped Annie in.

“Where to, Honey,” Suga’ asked after starting the car up, turning her attention to Annie. She was mesmerized by the way her thighs swelled against the leather seats, and the small amount of light from the lamppost made Annie’s skin glow a deep amber.

“To mine.”

“You ain’t scared is ya’,” Annie asked as she sat down on her bed, watching as Suga’ leaned against the door frame with her hands clasped behind her back.

Their voices were hushed. The only sounds that could be heard were the buzzing of lightning bugs and the croaking of frogs from outside—both of their hearts pounded in their chests.

Suga’ straightened her back, taking a few slow strides into the room.

“I ain’t scared of nothin’,” she nodded curtly, convincing herself that it was truth. “Just wanna go at your pace. Whatever ya’ want, I’ll give it to you.”

Annie’s heart rate did everything but slow down at Sug’s assurance. She was nervous, never having been with anyone besides Smoke. Let alone a woman. But Suga’ made things simple.

Easy.

Annie grabbed at the hem of her dress and shimmied it up her legs and to her hips. She opened her legs wide, beckoning Suga’ forward with a look that said: get yo’ ass over here and give me what I want then.

Suga’ was quick to listen, crossing the room with a wide gait. She stood in between Annie’s open thighs, peering into the woman’s eyes with honesty. She wanted Annie and all she had to offer, and she didn’t want this night to feel like a one time thing.

Suga’ grazed her hand down the side of Annie’s face, loving the way she melted underneath her. Soft whimpers escaped Annie’s mouth as the hand that was once on her face wrapped gently around the base of her neck.

She found herself being pulled into Suga’s sweet lips.

Annie’s head tilted all the way back to find the perfect angle for their lips to connect, and her hand surrounded Suga’s wrist to stabilize herself. Her other hand fisted the bedsheets under her.

“Fuck, Suga’,” she moaned as the woman began to lay her back against the bed and kiss down her neck and chest.

Their bodies fitted perfectly together in a way that if they had their clothes off, you wouldn’t be able to tell where one of them ended and the other began.

Annie’s soft noises were every bit of music to Suga’s ears, spurring her on.

She neglected the woman’s middle—just for a moment—as she settled onto the floor on her knees. From this angle, she could see the rise and fall of Annie’s chest. She could see the way she tried to contain her moans with a palm against her mouth while Suga’ kissed along her inner thighs.

“Come on. Lemme hear them pretty moans, Honey,” Suga’ commanded, a firm hand tightening on Annie’s hip.

The hoodoo woman just barely obeyed, raising her head to watch Suga’ as she slyly pulled her panties down her flushed legs. Annie attempted to gain a bit of resolve, placing a hand behind her lover’s head and guiding her to her aching arousal.

Annie immediately lost all calm as soon as Suga’s tongue brushed firmly against her pulsing jewel, throwing her head back against her bedsheets in complete silence. Her jaw hung open, but no sounds or words of encouragement left her.

Her body shook against her mouth, muscles tensing as Sug’ dipped her tongue into her. Suga’ moaned at the taste of Annie, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she devoured her with no remorse.

Annie had still yet to make a sound besides a small squeal here or there, and as Suga’ realized this, she spanked the side of Annie’s ass as a sign of her dissatisfaction. Still unable to provoke moans out of her, Suga’ willed herself to stop all together.

“Suga’, what the hell is wrong with you,” Annie shouted, sitting up completely to look down at the woman on her knees. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion and pure rage.

“Oh, so now you wanna make a sound, huh,” she laughed, quirking her eyebrow at the upset look Annie was giving her. She was downright pissed that her pleasure was thwarted, and the glistening of Suga’s face with her arousal didn’t make it any easier.

“If you don’t eat my fucking pussy,” Annie began, gripping tightly to the back of Suga’s neck and pulling her close to her face, “we’re gonna have a goddamn problem.”

Sug’ just laughed a deep, slow laugh. She rose up from the floor to match Annie’s energy, causing her to back down just slightly at the serious look she was given.

“Fix yo’ attitude, Honey,” Suga’ bellowed down, resting a heavy hand on Annie’s waist. She breathed deeply into the woman’s face, swirling around the scent of moonshine and Annie’s pussy on her lips. It drowned Annie. “You don’t tell me what the fuck to do.”

Annie giggled in her face, laughing incredulously. She wanted to test Suga’s dominance, finding it sexy how she tried to reel her back in. But there was also a part of her that wanted to let Suga’ do whatever she wanted as she listened—just for a little while until she was ready to take over control again.

“I’m sorry, Suga’,” she apologized with a playful pout on her lips. She began to play with the woman’s clothes, unbuttoning her shirt slowly from the bottom while trying to ease the wrinkle that had formed between Sug’s eyes. “I’ll listen from now on, baby.” Annie kissed along the lower part of Suga’s stomach, leaving warmth with each button she undid.

Suga’s breath hitched, getting caught up in the moment. The feeling of Annie’s full lips dragging across her body was better than anything she could have ever imagined. As she kissed from her stomach to across her covered breasts to the side of her neck, Suga’ was thrown off successfully from her previous dissatisfaction with Annie. She fisted the woman’s dress as Annie slipped Sug’s shirt off, leaning in to press a confident kiss to the shell of her ear.

She traced the side of it with her tongue and held Suga’ upright as her knees buckled under here.

“You got this mistaken, baby,” Annie announced, dragging a hand between Suga’s legs and palming her. “I’m in control here. Always. But I’ll give you the chance for dominance just this once.”

Annie sat back on the bed again after removing her dress from her body entirely. She slipped her brassiere off, body lighting up at the way Suga’ took in her bare body. The woman’s eyes racked over her form like she was mapping out all the buttons so could push. Like she was memorizing Annie in case she never got the chance again.

“Get to it, Suga’,” she spoke in a husky tone, watching as Sug’ unbuckled her pants. They pooled around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her undergarments.

Suga’ connected their lips again in a desperate attempt to shush Annie’s risky words. Suga’ was always dominant in her sexual excursions, but the way Annie talked made her ready for the challenge of receiving.

She moved Annie’s position so she could kneel between her open legs on the bed, throwing her thighs over her shoulder, palming her ass, and eating her out like it was her last meal.

“God, yes,” Annie cried finally, giving in to Suga’s wants. “You fuck me so good.” Her lover almost moaned herself at the way Annie’s Louisiana accent sounded with praise in her tone.

She switched the angle and position of her tongue often, trying to drag out Annie’s pleasure as she grinded into Suga’s face to chase her orgasm. She gripped the nape of her neck, pushing her further into her, but Suga’ wouldn’t allow it. She pushed the woman’s legs up to her chest and rose up on her knees to gain better control.

“Make me cum, Suga’,” Annie growled her demand. She let her emotions get the best of her again.

Feeling her hand was forced, Suga’ quickly flipped Annie’s thick body into a face down position, making her arch deeply while she ate her out from the back.

“Please,” Annie whined, choking on her sobs. Tears streamed down her face as she gave into Suga’s dominance and her own submission. She couldn’t control the situation and get what she wanted any longer.

“Please, can I cum, Suga’,” she pleaded, feeling her grunt against her. Annie clenched against Suga’s tongue, her climax so close yet so far.

“Don’t you dare cum without my permission,” her lover grumbled, going back to work quickly. She kitten licked her clit to make her orgasm go back down before speeding back up again when she heard Annie’s quiet whimpers.

She wanted to teach her a lesson. Teach her that even if she gave Annie a chance to dominate her, when Suga’ was her dominant, she was going to listen to every word she said like it was gospel.

“I won’t, baby,” she sobbed tearfully. “I promise. I promise.”

Suga’ loved the way Annie was wrapped around her finger, speaking in her native tongue and crying like she had never had a good fuck before. Suga’ pittied her with a quick glance at Annie’s tear stained face, and as she saw her titties bouncing with each thrust of her tongue, Suga’ gave in.

“Go ahead, pretty. Give it to me.”

Annie came on Suga’s tongue in a frenzy. She filled her mouth with her sweet essence before going limp on the bed, but Suga’ continued her torture, hoisting Annie up again and leading her to another quick orgasm.

“I can’t! Please, Suga’,” she grabbed crazily at the bedsheets, but she didn’t fight against the pleasure at all.

She loved it.

Desired it.

Spent nights dreaming about cumming on Suga’s tongue over and over again.

“You wanted it so bad, so you’re gonna fucking take it,” she slapped her ass, causing her to jerk forward. Her orgasm built again, and as she was headed toward her third one of the night, Annie blacked out just as it hit.

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Annie came to just as the sun began to peek into her bedroom window. Her home was quiet in the way that she had grown accustomed to, but something in the air was different.

She was clothed in her white nightgown that stayed draped across a chair in her bedroom. She wore fresh underwear and her body felt clean, warm, and energized.

As she remembered the events of the night, she looked to her side in search of her lover only to find herself alone. She frowned at first, before seeing Suga’s dress shirt draped across that same chair. She smiled, pulling her body out of the bed. She loved the fullness that she felt at her bottom half. A reminder of her night. A reminder of how desirable she was.

“Good mornin’,” she hummed Suga’s way who was in her kitchen at her stove, cooking her breakfast. She looked around the room, noticing the basket of eggs and pitcher of goat’s milk on the counter. “You did my chores,” she quirked her head to the side before she could get a response back.

“Morning to you, too, Honey,” Suga’ laughed slightly, looking up from the skillet of scrambled eggs. She took in Annie’s appearance, loving the slight bite marks on her neck and chest. The flush of her skin. “And yes, I did. Wanted to make your day a little easier. Let you sleep in a bit.”

Annie’s eyes moved to the clock on her wall. It was three hours later than she would have normally gotten up, but she wasn’t worried about it. Suga’ seemed to have everything under control.

“Mm,” she nodded, settling behind Suga’ and wrapping her arms around her middle. She peered over the woman’s shoulder to watch as she cooked scrambled eggs, grits, and bacon. “That smells good.”

“Thank you,” Suga’ smiled earnestly, cutting the heat off and turning to envelop Annie in her arms. “I hope it’s ok that I borrowed your shirt. Didn’t wanna put my dress shirt back on to be cookin’ and what not.”

“It’s fine,” Annie whispered. “You look good in my clothes.” After planting a kiss on Suga’s lips, she turned to walk away and set the table, but Suga’ had other plans as she smacked Annie’s ass.

“You look good in your clothes, too,” she nodding, chuckling at her own joke.

The pair had settled into a natural rhythm, moving around Annie’s small kitchen like they had practiced it before. After the night they had, they were surely connected. The realization of that caused smiles to take over their faces.

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thanks for readinggg. any thoughtsss? requests??

[alexanderlightweight]

I now love Wednesdays due to your open prompts. Perfect way to get over the hump mid-week.

My ask this week - does anyone from the shadow world see Alec in his peak mob-wife self? Like - do any other downworlders stumble across these meetings (or the yacht party) and what transpires?

(I'm thinking of an out of area 300 year old vampire or warlock seeing Alec in a corset vest & thigh high boots, draped across Magnus, wondering "what in the actual fuck is going on here?")

Who else knows about Alec as a mob-wife (I can't imagine Simon could keep his mouth closed)?

SFM/NSFW - your choice

As always, thank you for your writing!

i'm glad it can help! honestly it's what gets me through the week too and I really needed it today. so i'm having fun with the prompts ty.

i hope you enjoy this

<3 lumine

dressed to kill

Lily really wishes she was anywhere in the shadowworld than out here, in the mundane one. Her pantsuit is the only thing getting her through this, that and the fact that Raphael will owe her three more, from his personal tailor.

That’s worth mingling with the mundanes as she is. Trying to chase down a lead they finally have on a feeder den whose slipping yin fen into drugs, trying to bring down ‘willing’ blood bags.

It’s with the reminder that not only is it important to get this handled before someone more dangerous is called — and that three suits are on the line. So while she doesn’t have to smile, she also needs to keep her fangs to herself. 

The crowd is easy to enter with a simple encanto and once inside, well Lily is good at blending in when she wants to. That’s about the only thing that holds her together when she recognizes the couple seated together on a chair barely meant for one, let alone two.

It should look ridiculous but they just look intimate, like sharing the same space is better than breathing.

Lily only knows one couple who acts like that with such an intense aura and she certainly didn’t expect to see them here.

Simon's drunken rambling tirade suddenly makes less sense as reality than it did as a fever dream.

—

Mari is about to go talk to the new quality tester, Lily. She’s brisk and smart and she’s so no-nonsense that Leo can barely handle talking to her without retreating. However she’s new and probably doesn’t know anyone. Not only that but, well, Mari admires strong women.

Lily surprises her when she steps forward and bows to Magnus Bane. Nothing too noticeable or low but it’s a sign of respect on a woman whose face looked like she didn’t know what the word meant. Even now, the respect she gives is carefully measured out and seems well-earned and Mari wonders again, just what kind of life Magnus Bane lives.

The thing that surprises Mari is that Lily clearly doesn’t know how to handle Alec. She doesn’t seem to know where to look or how to handle his presence, even though she clearly knows Bane.

Actually, she knows Alec too. It’s clearer now, the more Mari watches. Lily is distinctly uncomfortable with looking at Alec and while Mari feels like it has to do with his clothes, it’s not because of what he’s wearing. Then Mari sees the almost helpless look Lily gives him — from the collar around Alec’s neck to his heels to his husband and realizes it’s because Lily doesn’t know where she’s allowed to look.

Clearly this isn’t as common a look as they’ve been led to believe, or perhaps it’s less common in business, which is where Lily clearly knows the two.  The thing is, Alec doesn’t treat anything like business so it’s clear that at some point a line is drawn, between whatever he is and who he is as Magnus’ husband.

Mari wonders between the two, if knowing Alec via business or as Magnus’ husband is worse.

—

“Poor dear, she looks like lightning will strike her if her eyes linger anywhere on you for more than half a second.”Magnus is laughing in Alec’s hair and then he murmurs, “though she’s not wrong.  Half a second is practically minutes for a vampire. Far too long for me to share the sight of you with anyone.”

“Didn’t we dress so that people would look at the both of us?”

“Yes, but I find this more amusing.”

Alec kisses Magnus rather than laugh as loud as he wants to. Of course that’s the reason Magnus decided to go this route and honestly, Alec can’t wait for the first time he wears something like this to Pandemonium.

Magnus is going to find no one being able to look at him hilarious and anyone who does look... well Magnus enjoys working out.

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i hope you enjoy where I went with this, I didn't have the spoons to make up a new character so I borrowed Lily.

magnus really does change things based on his whims and alec's just straight faced: that was the plan all along. what are you talking about? he will gaslight you for his husband 100%

[luvztodd]

I honestly just stumbled upon ur blog quite recently and js have to say i love ur works sm (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). not sure if you're taking reqs right now but if u do plspls hear me out on jason todd w a reader whos in the league of assassin (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧. looking forward to reading more of ur stories btw always brightens up my day to read them ngl (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

a/n: thank you so so much for your kind words! it makes my heart full to hear that you enjoy my work. i love this concept and i loved having fun with it. i hope you enjoy anon! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

ME AND MY ASSASSIN

jason todd x FEM ASSASSIN! reader

in which jason feels the presence of somebody he used to know

♬⋆.˚ Every Breath You Take - The Police

"I'll be watching you, every single day, every word you say."

contains: stalking, brief childhood trauma, brief violence, teenage romance

Jason has felt a presence lurking around him for weeks now. He swore every time he turned around he’d catch something dart out from his field of vision. It had him constantly on edge.

Since he was a child, fending for himself in the slums of Crime Alley, he’s had to look over his shoulder. Whether it was to ensure a creep didn’t try and take what little money he had on him or a hooker wasn’t trying to force herself onto him. Even when he was Robin, when he was ‘safe’ with Bruce, he still found himself looking over his shoulder.

His entire life, he was just waiting for someone to inevitably hurt him.

And then he had truly been hurt. He had been betrayed of the highest order. By family.

He had died and come back a man. No longer a slender, lanky, pimple-faced fifteen year old but a bulky, scarred, traumatized man that had to duck his head through doorways. Talia had taught him to utilize his body, to get used to the changes he had experienced, to become a soldier. But he never knew if she was helping him for her own gains or if because she genuinely cared.

He had thought on a few naive occasions that she really might’ve cared because as it turns out she had taken another pupil under her wing. You. A misguided young girl, who from what he heard, was previously trapped as a pit-fighter in a snow-covered village deep in the mountains of somewhere far off.

Jason had learned from the time he spent with Talia that she was incredibly fond of you. And in turn, Jason had become fond of you too. He hadn’t spent much time around girls when he was in Gotham so spending time with you was a new experience. He was somehow smooth enough to be able to convince you to sneak off with him when Talia wasn’t around.

He was curious by nature and he wanted you to be curious just like him, so the two of you would explore the surrounding Himalayan forests. When he was in the comfort of your presence he liked to make up childish stories about the forest and what creatures could be lurking in the shadows. He would never allow himself to act like this with anyone else but you; it was rare he got to act like a child and experience what he never got to have.

Jason would share things about Gotham that he missed and in turn you would share customs or traditions from your hometown. You two had much more in common than you both originally thought. And as time passed, you both got older and hormones began to properly develop without any hindrance this time causing you two to see each other in a different light.

But when Talia had caught you and Jason exploring each other, she had sent you both away. Afraid that the distraction of love would set you both off of the course she had set. She ordered Jason to travel the globe and further his training while you had stay behind in the Himalayas.

Jason didn’t see you again for a long after that.

But of course, he had felt you.

Years later, he was now Red Hood and he was back in Gotham City enacting the revenge he used to dream of. The same plans that he would tell you about, the plans where he pictured you by his side as he made them a reality. Sometimes he would wonder where you were now. He would imagine you were just another member of the League. Slicing heads off and what not. Probably standing by Talia’s side as you always had before.

But as time went on he realized that he didn’t have to imagine too hard, especially not when he would catch glimpses of dark green Arabian silk ducking out of sight when he’d turn around. It didn’t take long for him to figure out it was you. And it didn’t take long to realize you now wore the same silk and golden armor that Talia used to wear.

He wondered if you would ever come out of hiding. Did he have to prompt you into revealing yourself? Did you seriously think he couldn’t see you?

All of these accumulated thoughts led to a cold winter night in Gotham. Jason felt it again, the prickle on the back of his neck, the cold beneath his gloved hands. You were following him, again for the umpteenth time. He turned around and a flash of green silk flew by, ducking behind the generator on top of the roof. He let out a long, deep sigh before beginning to speak.

“You’re not slick, ya’ know that right?” He said in his typical Gotham drawl. Years away from home could never take his accent away from him. In response to his question, there was nothing. Just echoes of sirens, cars honking and distant yelling. Typical city buzz.

“Just come out, c’mon. Unless you’re on some kinda top secret mission for Talia. Then stay hidden, i guess.”

Again, silence.

Jason groaned and rubbed a hand across his face, giving up. When he had begun to turn back around to face the city, he felt a faint gush of air, and then a figure beside him. He gruffly chuckled, his voice raspy and deep.

“There you are.”

You looked up at him, the sharp eyeliner you wore framing the way your eyes seemed to glow in the crescent moon. “How long have you known?”

“The whole time. We were trained by the same woman, ya know? And i have a few more years of experience on you. Trust me, i know when someone’s stalking me.”

“I wouldn’t refer to it as stalking.” You huffed, crossing your arms. “I was just watching you. Observing.”

“So you were just, observing me when i was all alone in my room? When i was changing? Taking a shower?” He slyly insinuated. He knew this would rile you up. Maybe that’s what he wanted. Maybe he wanted you to break this stupid ‘character’ the League had turned you into.

“I wasn’t watching you in such way.” You defended yourself. An accent similar to Talia’s slipping out now that you were quickly losing your composure.

“Sure, sure. While you were observing did ya’ see anything you like? Any questions, comments or concerns about my daily life?” Jason hummed casually.

Jason studied your face as you tried to think of something to throw back at him. Your jaw was clenched, your left hand fingers picked at the golden paint on your right hand fingernails, your brows were furrowed into a soft arch.

He simply shook his head and let out a soft laugh, “Too much thinking for you? Its alright. You can think of a comeback later. For now, i wanna know why you were really following me.” His tone shifted into something more serious with his last sentence.

“Are you accusing me of something?” You looked up at him, your face now steely and expressionless.

“Maybe. Do i need to be accusing you of something other than stalking?”

“It would be smart to be wary. Unless you’ve forgotten you’re training while you’ve been….” You glanced around, your lip twitching downwards into an almost-scowl. “here.” You finished with a huff.

“Hop off your high horse. I haven’t forgotten anything i need to remember while i’ve been here, at home.”

“Is that what you consider this city? A home?”

“Hey, watch it.” Jason scoffed incredulously, standing up a little straighter. “Just…tell me why you’ve been following me or leave.” Jason grit his teeth. He was glad he chose to wear his helmet tonight, otherwise the expression on his face would’ve given away that he didn’t truly want you to leave. He just wanted you to fess up.

“Talia sent me here. But not for you.”

That sentence gave Jason pause, he looked down at you, scanning you for any kind of clues your body language could give away. He didn’t quite want to ask you to elaborate, too afraid of what the answer might be.

You could be here to kill someone.

Jason had to physically shake that thought out of his head. He knew Talia, he knew how she operated. And he knew that if there was dirty business in Gotham that needed to be carried out, she’d send the best. She’d send you.

“Explain. Now.” He firmly said through his gritted teeth and clenched jaw.

“I’m here for the heir. The boy. She’s asked me to see if his father is finally suitable to handle him.” You hummed, pulling an envelope out of the pocket of your silk robes. Your fingers carefully opened up the envelope, sliding out a picture of Damian. “The boy.” You clarified. “You remember him, do you not? He has grown much since you’ve been away.”

Jason scoffed again, “No, you’re telling me she’s trying to pawn off demon spawn on Bruce?”

“Do not refer to the heir as such. That’s crude Jason.” You frowned, sliding the picture back into the envelope. “I’ve already done my assessment on Wayne. When i was watching you…i was just biding time.” You lied, looking up at him.

“Whatever way you wanna put it, you were stalking me sugar.” Jason sighed, popping off his helmet with a satisfying hiss. You held it underneath his arm, a bloody red domino mask hiding his eyes. “So that’s it, you’re here solely on a mission?” Jason stepped forward. “No other reason?” He hummed.

“What other reason could there be?”

“Dunno. Maybe the fact you haven’t seen me in years.

"You didn’t miss me?”

In response you just stared up at him. You weren’t able to find the correct words to properly articulate how you truly felt about his absence. Broken sentences silently formed on your tongue, but nothing came out. You just continued to stare up at him, hoping he’d understand.

“I missed you too, in case you happened to be curious.” A faint smirk flickered across Jason’s face. And then a similar one was mirrored on your own face. It had felt like you two went back in time. To those cold evenings spent holding each other on quiet rooftops in the League’s base. Rare occasions when you two were allowed to experience the excitement of teenage romance.

“Jason?” You softly said. He gave you a nod in silent response, urging you to speak your mind. “What…is life like here? Are you happy?”

For some reason, almost on a base instinct, Jason quickly responded, “I’d be a lot happier with you by my side.” He spoke so surely, so confident and so genuine that it shocked both of you. And then he kept going, “You don’t have to go back. Who’s gonna stop you? The League is all the way across the world. Besides, Talia would probably want you to go off exploring.”

When you didn’t respond he decided to add something that would either make you agree or make you pull that shiny golden dagger out from underneath your robe and slash his head off. It could go either way with you, he thought. “You’ve never been free, sugar. Your whole life. You got the chance now.” He gently added, taking another step forward, crouching and then setting his helmet down onto the ground.

When he stood back up, he was much closer than before. Jason took both of your hands into one of his own. His large calloused hands rubbed your battle-worn ones. With the quiet contact, came the courage to tell him how you felt.

“Would i get to be with you? If i stayed here?” You asked under your breath, as if you were too afraid to hear the answer

“I’d never leave your side. Not again.”

“Then i want to be free. Free with you..”

“Sounds perfect.” Jason let out a soft, boyish laugh. One that reminded you of the rare moments he’d laugh a long time ago. A laugh that made you smile like a giddy child with their first crush. Jason embraced you, his big bulky arms wrapping around you.

“So, wanna head back to mine and make up for lost time?”

“Do you mean explore?”

“Definitely explore.”

lace dividers by @cursed-carmine

animated dividers by @/toastray

header art by @_neptuness_07 on twt

[maleyanderecafe]

Fear Bonding (Visual Novel)

Created by: Night Asobu

Genre: BL/Thriller

Fear Bonding is still a demo but I am very intrigued by the opening already. A main lead that feeds on fear, two possible yanderes and a beautiful manga-like artwork. This is from someone who worked on Parasite in Love, so I'm sure this will be a fun game as well. The full game will be out on the 24th so I'm pretty excited.

The story starts with Hinata watching the news as he waits for his next shift at the ambulance. As he watches, he enjoys the fear that he sees on tv screen, practically salivating at the food. It seems he hasn't eaten well in a while, not being able to feed on any food but rather eating food. He gets a call that he's needed for an emergency for the ambulance, and fills out some forms as he waits in the ambulance to reach the location. We learn that the call was because a man called stating that his girlfriend cut herself and was hurt, but he was able to intervene. However, after listening to the call, Hinata questions this as the events of the stories sound odd. Upon reaching the place, Hinata talks to the boyfriend, Kosuke and finds that he has an intense fear of abandonment that comes off of him. He goes inside to see his girlfriend holding the wound down as she sits on the couch. He views her fear, seeing that it seems like her fear is that she feels suffocated by something. He consumes some of the fear just by touching her arms, but stops before he becomes intoxicated. Hinata and his group take care of the wound and bring her into the hospital. Eventually, Hinata returns home, still thinking of the couple, wanting to meet them again, especially the guy so he can actually have enough fear to fill himself with. He concocts a plan to go and unassumingly visit her and Hinata later on, and decides to work on his guitar for the jazz festival. As he plays, we get to learn more of his mindset, of how he generally keeps people at an arm's length and how he has to be cautious when trying to consume fear. He gets a text from his stalker, someone who seems to have been following him for a while, which leads to him losing his motivation to play his guitar.

When he gets to the hospital, he overhears Kousuke and the girlfriend, Shiraishi arguing with each other. He hears the two talking with Yukiko wanting to break up with Kousuke, and Hinata slowly piecing together that it was probably Kousuke who was the one who got so clingy that he slashed her neck. As he eavesdrops, he hears Shiraishi talk about how suffocating Kousuke is: overwhelming her with gifts, how he never considers her point of view and because he prevents her from seeing her family and friends. Eventually she successfully breaks up with him, only to have him coming out. Hinata invites him out to eat to talk to him about the break up (and eat his fear) and after a bit of persuading he successfully gets him to go. The two go to an izakya resteraunt and Hinata gets him a couple glasses of beer to loosen him up and get him to talk. Kousuke starts to talk about Yukiko, how he feels like this is how he should be dating, to be devoted to the other, making up excuses like the fact that jobs take up so much time and that it wasn't his fault that she got seperated from her family and friends. From what Hinata can understand, he made Yukiko the center of his life and he expected the same from her. As he tries to bring Kousuke home, he tells him to stay, leading to Hinata sitting next to him and helping him walk home, even deciding to pay for everything so he will come back as he'd feel indebted. As he brings Kousuke home, Hinata is conflicted on what to do, to try to get in a relationship with him and get close to him so he can eat his fears. When Hinata gets to the apartment, Kousuke grabs his arms asking him to hug him. As Kousuke hugs him he becomes very clingy asking if he will abandon him before Hinata is able to calm him down, stating that they can exchange numbers. When he leaves, he gets a text from his stalker who seems incredibly unhappy that Kousuke is in the picture now.

I will say that I really like this game's artstyle in terms of it mimicing a more manga crosshatching style that focuses on monochromatic color schemes. I like the way it transitions into different scenes, using black borders and notifying whenever there's a location change. I have a fondness for more intentionally stylized visual novels and games and I think this game has so far shown a very great way of doing so. I also am a fan of the main character, since I tend to like more unconventional if a bit evil or morally grey main characters when it comes to visual novels like this. Hinata is a demon that feeds off of fear and tends to keep himself an arms length away from any good relationships. He seems to be a being that is mostly fueled by his hunger, though he does seem to have picked up hobbies like joining a band. I like seeing him become more methodical when trying to go closer to his "food" trying to think up excuses to get closer to Kousuke to consume his fear as well as getting him drunk to make him looser. Despite knowing that it'll be dangerous, Hinata takes good risks into getting closer to his food, though he is smart enough to plan and back out if needed. As a main character, I really like how smart he is and how aware he is of his situation, yet he can't help but want to chase after his food in a way. There's something about his nature that makes him very interesting and sinister despite the fact that it seems he puts himself in danger a lot of times just to consume the fear he enjoys so much. I really hope to see what kinds of dangers he might put himself into in the future, especially with his stalker and Kousuke.

Kousuke we know quite a lot about and probably even more through context. Though not confirmed, it seems pretty clear that he was the one who ended up slashing at Yukiko's throat, presumably when she tried to break up with him the first time. From what we see, Kousuke has a very intense fear of abandonment, which leads to the more yandere behaviors Yukiko experiences, such as being suffocated by him, having her friends and family cut off and being too excessive in lovebombing her. What's more, it seems that Kousuke doesn't actually see what's wrong with that, giving more excuses to what he wants in a love, though he does perhaps realize he took it too far, and believed that he wanted her to center his life around him just as he did to her. We see this a bit too when Hinata attempts to leave him at his place, with his fear of abandonment growing even stronger as he wants Hinata to stay. Hinata remarks a couple times too that he knows that Kousuke is dangerous yet at the same time much like a puppy in terms of how he calms down. I imagine in the future, it will be harder and harder for Hinata to get him off of his back at times, considering how possessive he is towards Yukiko when they were dating, and that he might slowly be consumed by the fear he was chasing. Either way, it will not end well for the two of them.

Finally there's the unknown stalker that Hinata is dealing with. Currently Hinata views this person as a nuance and it seems that this might be the other yandere that the game has. Unlike Kousuke, the stalker seems to be much more on a obsessive state, with him stalking and getting Hinata's phone number. I'm kind of curious why Hinata doesn't attempt to seek him out, I'm guessing because he doesn't know if the stalker has some sort of fear that he can feed off of. I have a feeling that him and Kousuke will be clashing in the future as well, seeing how angry the stalker was when he saw him with Hinata. There isn't much we know about him other than he was at a couple of performances (we also don't know if Hinata has actually seen this stalker) and we don't really know too much about Hinata's band life either, but I think it would be a fun thing to watch seeing two yanderes fight each other or otherwise interact.

Overall a good start to a game. I'm always fond of more sinister MCs and I want to see how this entire thing crumbles at the end. The art style is very good and it has a nice hook to get people reeled in. I am hoping to see the full game sometime in the future.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

What kinks/fetishes the Thunderbolts have

Yelena/Bucky/John/Ava/Alexei/Bob x fem!reader

warning : +18, mdni, kinks and fetishes are discussed here

Summary : Everyone has their preferences, whether it's their favorite color, genres, music, or even in bed with their loved one. It's human nature; they may have been heroes, but at the end of the day, they were human too. Heroes who all have their own preferences and enjoy doing them with their lover.

info : Finally some smut for the team! I've been wanting to write a John Walker one-shot for days, but I can't get away from them. Have fun reading your favorite ;)

masterlist

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Yelena

Teasing = She loves teasing her partner, which might start during the day with a wink, a kiss, and a touch, and end up in bed at night. Yelena loves seeing her lover try everything to keep control and not throw herself at the blonde. But how could she resist when Yelena gave her so much with every touch of her body before gently smiling and pulling away? Yelena knew her girlfriend's body and she was far from finished with her teasing.

“You're really cute when you're so desperate. I know how much you want me... Come on, one more time and then maybe I'll let you have me”

Lingerie = Yelena loves wearing erotic underwear herself, but she loves it even more when she sees it on her lover. She ran her fingers tentatively over the lace and lacing before kissing her way down the fabric to the center. Her love looked like the most beautiful thing that had ever existed, and she would take her time exploring her.

“You know exactly what you're doing to me, fuck—worse than any black widow”

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Bucky

Body worship = Bucky loves to take time for his sweetheart, not only during the day, but especially in bed, where it is important to him to take his time. Every part of her body is kissed and touched, his metal arm always holding her body as gently as possible. His real arm takes time to massage her breasts, tracing every little scar, mole, and stretch mark. For him, there was nothing more important than knowing that she was with him, that she trusted him so much.

“Let me touch you, hold you, let me spoil you, please, I need it”

Dress = Bucky is old, but even back then he liked dresses, and that hasn't changed today. He loved it when his lover wore different dresses, waited for him, and he just had to lift the fabric slightly to see how it revealed her skin, how pretty it looked on her body. It did something to the older man that he couldn't prevent, just seeing how the fabric lay on her body.

“Darling, is that a new dress? You know how you spoil an old man”

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John

Praise = If there was one thing he always needed, it was recognition and, above all, adoration from his girlfriend. It was so easy to make him blush, to feel how the soldier gave himself more and more to her. The kisses were intense, and the shiver that ran through John's body when he heard her praise was quite visible, as was the fact that he would give her anything she wanted just to hear her praise.

“Honey, is it good? Yes, please, I'm all yours, just one more time, how good am I?”

Shield = John loves his shield, whether it's bent or straight, but he loved it even more when he saw his love with it. From a nice strip show to seeing her press herself against the shield and him having to pull himself together not to take her right then on the bed when she used the bent shield as a pillow substitute to grind against.

“Fuck-I wow, honey, you have no idea what you're doing, so sexy”

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Alexei

Daddy = Alexei was a hero of the Russian nation and a proud member of the Thunderbolts. But above all, when it came to his wife, he loved it when she called him that. When he held her so tightly that she clung to him, it made him smile when he heard her, out of breath, begging for more, and Alexei gladly gave his sweetheart more of the Red Guardian

“That's right, Daddy, Red Guardian is here to be all yours”

Leather = His suit is made of leather, as is the suit of his beloved, and maybe it was just the way she looked in it. But Alexei loved seeing the material on her, feeling its coolness and warmth, seeing how it hugged her body and showed off all her best features. Oh yes, with every suit he saw her in, Alexei looked forward to a long evening where it was just the two of them.

“Darling, please keep the suit on after the mission, I want to celebrate our victory properly, just the two of us”

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Ava

Heat/Ice = She was very familiar with different states of aggregation, but above all she loved to bring them into the bedroom. Seeing how her star's breathing quickened when she ran an ice cube over her heated skin through the wax, the rapid breathing and gasping when the wax dripped onto her skin. Ava knew what she was doing and she loved seeing what she could do to her star.

“Good girl, that's it, just two more drops and I'll be all yours”

Hands = Ava loved having her own hands on her partner's body, knowing that even in such an intimate moment, they were together. But above all, she loved her beloved's soft hands, touching them, kissing them, feeling them on and inside herself. It was a feeling of connection and closeness she had never experienced before.

“Just hold me, I want you, I need you... let me feel you, yes”

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Bob

Pain = The pain inside him was different, it paralyzed him again and again, but the pain he got from his girlfriend kept him alive. Every little slap, every little pat, and every kiss with a bite made him relax, made him know that he was in control. He wanted it that way, and seeing that his beloved would stop anytime he wanted and kiss him and his pain made him feel completely fulfilled.

“I can take it, trust me, just one more hit and then I'm yours”

Cuddling = On dark nights, he just loved lying in her arms, cuddling her with his love, kissing her, and just letting the minutes pass. Just fucking her quietly and tenderly, sitting her on his lap, them being as close to each other as they could be. Bob always wanted her as close to him as possible so he could feel her warmth, her body, and her whole being.

“Ngh—please just stay like this, stay with me, please”

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@neska223 , @bribrisposts , @imtherain , @arickaandherfictionalothers , @brisselfshipping , @tallulinha , @anxiousmilflover , @eurydicesxshadow

[venusinthesun]

going to sleep with the twins and waking up to belphie licking at you cunt, whilst beel records it so they can have something whenever they miss you.

can you tell i dont know how to write stuffs 💔

Fem! Belphie and beel x afab! Reader

Cw: noncon, somnophilia, recording, cunnilingus, restraining, praise, beel is ooc, badly written

Wet dreams were always something you enjoyed. It’s nice when it happens, a little more pleasurable and interesting than the normal dreams you get at night, something to spice up your nighttime. Usually you end up forgetting them, but you don’t really need to remember to know this one is definitely more intense than usual.

You don’t think youve ever heard voices before, to start. Soft cooing and gentle praise from some unknown but comforting voice is a nice change of pace. You also don’t think you’ve ever felt so…slick? During a dream before. You’re not sure if that’s the right word, but it’s a bit hard to think right now.

And you’re definitely sure you’ve never felt somebody adjust you. Soft hands spreading your thighs just a bit wider for whoever was below-

If it wasn’t for Beel anticipating your wake-up, you probably would have bolted straight of out your bed.

“Hey,hey it’s okay human! You’re fine right now..” Beel holds you down gently, big hands keeping your shoulders on the bed despite the effort you use to push back. Your eyesight is still blurry, but it doesn’t take a genius to realize she’s holding a little camera in her hands, pointed at your face with a little red light blinking. It also doesn’t take much to glance down to see the face of belphie between your legs, eating away at your cunt. 

“What—what the hell?! What is going on?”

“Well we know you’re going away for a bit, so we wanted something to remember you with…”

You’re not sure if horrified is enough to describe your feelings right now. Any attempt at responding is cut off by your own moan as Belphie makes sure to hit a certain spot inside you, her grip tightening around your thighs.

“Belphie doesn’t wanna come up to talk to you, she’s waited a while to get to taste you.” Beel’s gaze is locked into yours as she talks, but you can see her eyes slowly wander down your bare body. “I spent a long time with you, but Belphie was nice enough to let go for extra…that’s why you should be a good human and let her have some fun too.”

It’s getting embarrassing at this point, the amount of small whimpers and moans escaping your lips as Belphie continues to bury herself between your legs. Beel turns the camera from your face to Belphie, and you’re not sure if you should be grateful or not it’s not trained on your face anymore.

The camera not being on your face doesn’t stop Beel’s eyes from catching yours, looking at you fondly as her twin eats you out below.

“You’ll be a good human right? We’re gonna miss you so much while you’re gone, and I want to taste you again after Belphie’s done.”

[jinxfixeseverything]

6/26 Jealous (Chapter 6)

Notes and disclaimers: Story is JINX/FEMALE READER. Most chapters contain SMUT and or FLUFF, there is LIGHT ANGST in a few.

Important notes: Jinx is canonically bisexual in this story. I do not own any of these characters, I just play with them. 

Warning: Story will contain VERY graphic depictions of WLW, main coupling will consist of two switches to keep everyone happy.  I’ll shut up now and I really hope you enjoy!

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Jinx unceremoniously flopped down on the bed next to you, both of you trying to catch your breath. She snuggled into you, draping a leg across your stomach. She felt you stroking her hair and closed her eyes for a few seconds letting herself revel in the affection. “Do you ever think about leaving?” She pondered.

“This bed? No!” You replied quickly.

“No, Dick.” She chuckled, poking your side. “Zaun.” She stated.

You thought for a moment. “… I like being here. I don’t have any plan to leave anytime soon. I’m having fun with you. Why are you thinking about that anyway?” You ask.

“I’m just thinkin’. I’ll miss… this, when you go.” She said sadly, resting her chin on your chest.

“Well I’m not going anywhere yet.” You tried to reassure her. Stroking her arm as she lay nestled into your chest. She didn’t reply. Just laid her cheek back down on your chest.

“I need to go see Vi. She’s gonna think something’s wrong if I don’t see her soon. She’ll be knocking down the door, playing the over protective sister.” Jinx said, playfully biting your chest and sitting up. You pull her back down and she giggles, untangling herself from you, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She reaches for a brush and begins to braid her hair.

“Want help?” You offer.

“I got it.” she says, distracted in thought.

“Want me to walk with you?” You ask.

“No!” She stated quickly. “I don’t want you…” Jinx stopped herself and rephrased. “I don’t want her to see you.”

You felt a little sting from that revelation. Jinx looked over her shoulder at you. “I mean, I wanna keep it for myself, you know?” She tried to explain, thinking maybe she sounded a little harsh. “I just meant…” she continued and you cut her off.

“You don’t have to explain.” You tried to say casually. “We’re not together or anything. It’s not that deep.” The words hurt a little to say.

Jinx stopped braiding her hair, she didn’t like the way that sounded. You scoot behind her, placing a kiss on her back, before getting off the bed to get dressed.

“… Right.” She agreed watching you, continuing to braid her hair, deeper in thought than before.

In truth, you felt a little dejected, you’d been an idiot and developed feelings over the time you’d spent together. You never meant for this. But you couldn’t help how you felt. It was too late now. You just had to push it away. You really didn’t need to meet her family, so what did it matter? You guys weren’t serious, she’s not going to be your girlfriend and at some point you’ll leave Zaun and her behind. She was some chick from a bar, like many others before her. You guys liked fucking and had fun hanging out, that’s all it has to be, that’s all you both want it to be, you tell yourself as you’re getting dressed on opposite sides of the room. A rare, awkward quiet settled between you both.

Once you’re dressed you head down stairs to the arcade, you noticed a gun sitting on the counter of the target range. How hard can it be? You were a pretty decent shot when you had to be. You fire the gun, missing the centre of the target with every shot.

“Bullshit!” You shouted at the red, untouched bullseye.

“No, no no!” Jinx’s laughs at you. “For a start you’re holding it all wrong. Gimme that.” She says snatching the gun from your hand, spinning it confidently.

“Oh, please teach me, Master.” You say to her sarcastically.

She turns your body to the side, hand on your waist, she kicks your feet wider apart. Your raise your eyebrow to yourself, you didn’t know it was gonna get hot. Jinx places the gun back in your hand, still holding on to the back of it, straightening your arm towards the target. Sliding her hand from your waist on to your stomach, she pulls you a little tighter to her. Her warm breath on your neck, her tits pressing into your back.

“Ready?” She says, close to your ear, your whole body erupts in goosebumps. You swallow, louder than you thought you would. She places small kisses and nips on your earlobe. Your eyes flicker to stay open. “Aim.” She says in a purr. You hear the smile in her voice. You close one eye and look down the barrel. She cocks the gun.

“Fire.” She whispers, softly kissing your neck as you pull the trigger. The bullet hits dead centre of the target.

“I got it! I got it! Did you see that?!” You exclaimed with excitement.

“Mm hmm.” Jinx says, not looking up, more interested in making small nips and kisses on your neck. Your eyes fall closed as you enjoy where her hands are travelling. You drop the gun to the floor with a loud clatter. Attempting to turn to kiss her, she holds you firmly in place. She pushes you forward making you take a step and presses your legs to the counter. Trapping you and pressing herself more firmly against your back. “What ya gonna do about it, Hot Shot?” She teases.

A loud knock on the door makes you both physically jump with fright. “Jinx?” A voice calls out. “Jinx, I know you’re in there, I could hear shots popping off. Open the door, I’ve on an armful of food and it’s gonna end up on the floor in five seconds.” Jinx’s eyes bug.

“Who’s Jinx?” You ask in confusion, pulling apart from each other.

“It’s a nickname. That’s my sister!” Jinx says running her hand through her bangs, pointing at the door, her eyes wide.

“Then I guess, let her in?” You say.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Jinx panics, pacing.

“Jinx! I can hear you in there!” Vi calls out again. Jinx opens the door and a slightly taller red headed woman barges in with arms full of take out, saying “Where have you been ya urchin? I hope you’re hungry because…”

Vi stops in her tracks when she sees you. Good looks seemed to run in the family genes. “Oh hey! I’m Violet, Jinx’s sister.” She drops the food on the counter, holding out a hand to you. “You are?” She asks. You reach to shake her hand and start to introduce yourself when Jinx interrupts.

“Leaving! Weren’t you? You were just going.” She says leaving the door open from when Vi entered. Gesturing towards it with her head.

“Oh, yeah. I guess I was.” You say, trying to keep the twinge of sadness from your voice. It felt like she was kicking you out, but that was her business. You got it. Vi looks between you two.

“Hey, if I’m interrupting, I can come back another time?” Vi offers with her hands up in a retreating gesture. “I mean there plenty here, why don’t you join us?” Vi suggested.

“Err, Pj?” You say looking to Jinx, leaving it her call. You didn’t want to seem rude, but remembering your talk with her earlier, this felt off limits.

“The fuck is Pj?” Vi looks to Jinx with amusement.

“Nickname.” Jinx replies flatly. “I’ll get something to sit on.” She says in a monotone voice, shoulders slumping. A smile tugging at your lips, it would have been your face if Vi didn’t show up, but there’s no way you can crack that joke out loud. You all begin to move some crates around to use as makeshift chairs. Using the target counter as a table.

“You need to get some chairs in here ‘Pj’, you’ve been here long enough.” Vi said to Jinx in a teasing tone. Jinx glared at Vi, then turns to you saying “This, this is why.”

You smiled sympathetically and continued to eat. Vi was really cool, you instantly clicked and you kind of liked the pouty faces she was bringing out in her little sister every time she joked with her. Vi was true bestie material, you just got that vibe from her and travelling around so much gave you a pretty good judge of character. She was absolutely someone you'd hang out with and she seemed just as comfortable with you too. She mentioned her girlfriend and you wondered then why Jinx had such an aversion to Vi knowing you guys hooked up. But again, it was her business. You would respect that.  

Jinx didn’t say much through lunch, in fact it was fair to say she was kind of sulking, arms crossed, eating slowly, watching the two of you banter like long lost bros and try food from each others containers.

“Soooo, you guys like dating or…?” Vi asked you abruptly, chewing food, catching you off guard. Jinx said nothing.

“Umm, no we, we’re… f-friends.” You say, stumbling over your words. “You gotta try this.” You say to Vi, handing her some food from your container, trying to fill her mouth more so she’d stop asking questions. As Vi reached for it something shiny hit the counter with a soft thump and a twang. You both looked down to see a knife stick out of the table, an inch from Vi’s hand.

“That’s mine.” Jinx said a coldness in her voice, not taking her eyes off Vi. You’d never heard her sound like that before. You looked between the two feeling you like you'd missed out on a huge part of a conversation you'd never had.

“Say no more. Brrr cold in here.” Vi said shivering then standing. “Listen, great to meet you.” she said shaking your hand again. “I’d hug ya but I’d probably get my head blown off! Heh, kidding, Jinx! If you wanna head over for dinner at any point, meet Caitlyn, you’re absolutely welcome to, they make these amazing dumplings, anyway! Bring my sister with you, if she’s got you on a tight leash.” She walks to the door before turning back to say “Oh and Powder, don’t fuck this up.” And with that she left.

You turn to Jinx. “She’s… she’s really great…. Cool hair.” You say thumbing over your shoulder to the door. Feeling awkward under her cool, gaze.

“Well aren’t you two just the best of friends?” Jinx’s voice shaky trying to keep her temper under control.

“Well… h.. yo…” You stutter for a while trying to form a sentence. “… She had food.” You sheepishly settle on.

“Laughing it up, ignoring me. Would you have even noticed if I left? I knew it, I knew this would happen. Good old Vi, everyone’s favourite!” Jinx said, starting to unravel.

“What? No! Where did you get that from anything I said?” You ask seriously, then decide to lighten the tone. You move towards her kneeling between her legs, making you eye level. You cup her face, pulling her blazing pink eyes from the door to look at you.

“You are the prettiest, smartest, funniest person I’ve met.” You tell her earnestly, smiling to try and defuse her temper.

“Pppf!” Jinx rolled her eyes in disbelief.

“You are!” You tell her and start to kiss her face as you continue. “You’re the most sexy… fun… amazing in bed…”

Jinx started to soften “Go on.” She pouted, letting you have more of her face.

You smile against her skin as you continue. “Gorgeous… badass, best kisser…”

She grabbed the back of your neck possessively and kissed you hard. Taken aback, you pull out of the kiss breathlessly to tell her. “I really like you, Pj. You’re like shimmer to me.”

She cuts you off by pushing you back onto the floor, laying on top of you, tearing your clothes off and ravishing you with kisses.

“I didn’t mean it… Fuck… I… You just make me so crazy…” She tried to explain through ragged breath.

“I don’t care.” You say ripping off her clothes with equal feverishness. “I need you right now.”

Both fully naked, Jinx presses her pussy against yours, thrusting onto you with abandon. In all the times you guys had had sex, it was never as reckless and needy as this time. An animalistic impulse urging you both together. Jinx pulled your hair back exposing more of your neck and bit down hard, sucking and biting while you cried out, wrapping your arms around her, almost crushing her against you.

Jinx fuelled on by your cries, continued the action further down. This was definitely leaving a mark, a big one and that’s exactly what she wanted. Ok you weren’t together, but that doesn’t mean she can’t let anyone else interested in you know they are on shaky territory when you weren’t spending time together. The thought of anyone else touching you like this made her seethe as she continued grinding her pussy on yours. You were kind of hers. Sort of.

You lay, painfully taking pleasure from Jinx’s roughness. It felt so good, even when it hurt. Your back felt grazed from the floor, your neck bruised and your lips swollen from the rough kisses and nips she was giving you. Catching your bottom lip between her teeth and pulling. You wanted her to, you wanted her to do whatever she needed to get this feeling out of her system. Her eyes burned a brighter shade of pink than normal, her pupils were almost gone, it’s was spooky looking. Her brow furrowed, almost angry as she was practically grinding you through the floor. You wondered what she was thinking, but this wasn’t the time to ask. You were white hot for her and would have done whatever she wanted in the moment.

She bit your shoulder as she thrust onto you and then your jaw, hard. “Easy.” You request, feeling the full force of the strength her tiny body held. She kissed the area where she had bitten, gently again and again. Your pussies sliding together with hot, wet fluid. The sweet smell of sex between your bodies. She pushed herself up with her arms, looking down at you. You held her butt and pulled her closer as she started to cum on you.

“FUCK!” She yelled in an angry tone. Juice from her pussy, hot and thick started to run down between your pussy lips and that sent you over the edge.

Jinx’s eyes turned dimmer, back to a red violet and she rolled off of you on to the floor beside you, both of you trying to catch your breath. After a minute she flops on to her side and gently brushes her fingers to the red mark on your jaw where she bit too hard. Feeling a warm wetness still all over you, you look down to see a bright pink fluid covering your groin and pubic area.

“Oops. Sorry about that.” Jinx smiled sheepishly, then bit her bottom lip, giggling. She didn’t seem very sorry. “That’s never happened before. Impressive.” You joked, holding a hand up to high five her. She humoured you. Then began playing with your nipple.

“Who’s Powder?” You say with confusion after a moment. Jinx smiles at you, with almost shyness.

“That’s my name.” She said coyly, not meeting your eyes.

“Your name is Powder?” You say frowning with cuteness. 

She just nods.

[tactful-kind-daedra]

Daedra strangely let out a chuckle towards Ingo's comment on the crowded cars. "I think it just adds to the charm of the experience~" she said in amusement. "Like going into battle in the most mundane way possible! Besides, I think a crowded train is a good thing in it's own way. Just goes to show how well the system runs and how much people rely on it. It would be more unnerving to be on a completely empty train."

Daedra had experienced it once, where there was seemingly not a single soul riding within the cars that late evening. Part of her had to wonder if there was even a conductor-- but logic told her there surely had to be one~ Personally, her ideal train ride was the current: a nice spacious car to enjoy the company with.

The redhead's face only lit up more when Emmet explained some of his and his brother's battle prowess. Though he didn't reveal all the members of the team, a Chandelure and a Haxorus were quite scary opponents!

"That's really impressive! It's also nice to see more elite bracketed trainers swapping their Pokemon among eachother to use. My friends and I have always done so," Daedra sheepishly admitted, though hearing that it seemed common for the Subway Masters, she felt less so! "I guess all that matters is the skill of the trainer! If you can successfully use a Pokemon regardless of ownership, I guess it doesn't matter much!"

Personally, Daedra was more into the travel and strategizing of Pokemon battles. Perhaps it was strange, that she liked working the pieces to win the game, but didn't much care for the 'hunt' and 'aggression' part of it. She just liked helping her friends get to higher goals than doing it strictly for herself~

While her trainer and the nice train-person chatted, Pendra was very content just being in the middle of it. The ground felt funny under her feet like tiny earthquakes, and there were sudden mystery noises that came as surprises, and the way it all made her big body sway was such fun! Pendra liked being a passenger! Not as much as running, still - that was the best! Yes!! But-- riding a bigger worm was very good!!

By chance, the Scolipede's shiny golden eyes noticed a wriggling motion in the train-man's pocket! Her antennae shifted slightly, as a tiny ball of fluff crept out and made their way up to the flat portion of the train-people's head cover! A bug Pokemon!

"Uwaaah~ How precious," Daedra practically awed at the sight. "What a sweet looking Joltik-- but I'm sure she's really formidable!" Daedra made sure to add. She didn't want to insult the Subway Masters by just fawning over their Pokemon's looks. (Even if it was really really painfully cuuute~) "Look, Pendra-- a Pokemon just like you!"

Yess!! Pendra happily leaned her neck down to bring her snoot close to the small yellow creature. Hello, tiny bug!! You are very tiny; Pendra was tiny once too!! Don't worry-- you will be big like Pendra some day! Maybe bigger!!! Yeeess!!!

Ingo chuckled a bit when she mentioned having ridden the main terminal lines during peak hours and he nodded. "I see. It's true that space is rather limited during the peak hours. Sadly there's no way to solve that problem given the need to commute home." It was just the way of life for a commuter on the subways. Hell even the twins weren't immune to the clustered trains or terminals and they had the schedules memorized.

The white clad twin perked up when addressed again and he laughs a bit, "ah well, everyone can have off days. Normally we try to employ people that have good people skills. Though you are right, we normally can be strict on the rules as to ensure fairness and safety for all passengers. What changed our minds this time is just how gentle your Scolipede is! She is being a verrrrrrry good girl."

The pair watch her demonstration and Emmet nods sagely, "Emmet thought as much! Her talons seemed to be softer than one with poison points. Besides, Ingo has a Chandelure and Haxorus so we understand when people are wary of a Pokemon without getting to know them." After all, the whole Chandelure line was said to siphon off the life force of people while Haxorus was covered in blades but Ingo's wouldn't hurt anyone. Emmet didn't mind when Pendra did her little bug tendency either though Ingo did seem to return to his paperwork during it. He didn't mind bug types at all but some things were a little much for the older twin. Emmet meanwhile didn't mind at all given his own fondness for bugs.

"Oh we don't specialize in a single type or theme! After all, that would make challenging us a simple affair for repeat trainers. No, we use a variety of Pokemon with different typing to try and give a challenge to those who battle us. We'll even swap Pokemon at times to just to keep battlers on their toes!" Emmet was happy to discuss such a thing apparently given that he enjoyed different strategies. It also showed that the pair were even able to adapt to their brother's Pokemon's quirks.

"Though admittedly my team is limited at the moment as I'm training up 3 new friends. They aren't quite ready to face the challenges of the Subway yet, but soon they will be! Until then, Ingo has been kind enough to let me battle with some of his team and they've been verrrrry good to do so!" After all, it meant those Pokemon got more battles in the meantime but they were well taken care of between battles with lots of love and treats. "Joltik will evolve any moment Emmet's sure, and Sliggoo needs a good battle in the rain to evolve." He smiles and then gives out a bubbly laugh as said Joltik crawls out from his shirt pocket at hearing her name. She then crawls to rest atop his hat to stare at Pendra in wonder cause that was a big big BIG bug friend!

"Emmet I thought I told you she needed to stay in her ball while we're here. She's so small I'd hate to see something happen to her." Ingo huffed a bit at his twin who did have the decency to look sheepish... for all of 5 seconds.

[mangotelevision]

i love that in the autumn side stories katelyn doesn't want to go on a date with aphmau, but it's not because she's not gay it's because she's a fucking loser with no relationship experience and she doesn't think aphmau would have fun. and honestly that's so in character for her

[mxystan]

taiwan travelogue by yang shuangzi tr. lin king is indeed an award-winning banger and perhaps the first time in my life i've ever felt vindicated for dual-wielding a novel with its english translation because the act of translation itself is such a big theme in the novel. big win for metafiction-obsessed himejin everywhere!!

[averlym]

pleaaase may i have 28 and 29 aramour angst ✨ i crave it

28: “Move out of my way before I make you.” // 29: “You deserve better.” (prompt list here)

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[helaintoloki]

Winter Flower

pairing: Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) x reader

warnings: themes of kidnapping, drugging, violence, trauma, suggestive content. mentions of pregnancy, eventual happy ending

notes: wanted to try writing something out of my comfort zone so pls let me know what you think and if you’d like to see more!

summary: fate binds you to the Winter Soldier, but will it be enough to keep you together when you’re constantly being pulled apart?

“We’ve decided to give you a new pet.”

The Winter Soldier isn’t sure what to make of the barely conscious woman that’s been carelessly thrown at his feet by his handlers, but he knows better than to ask questions by now. His handlers seem to find his predicament comical as they laugh at a joke the Asset is not a part of and watch the scene unfold with malevolent smiles.

The woman, unbeknownst to the soldier, had undergone weeks of physical torture and anguish as various Hydra doctors poked and prodded at her mind and body until there was not a single ounce of fight left in her body. She’d been battered and bruised until she was almost nothing, and in the end it had all been a complete waste of time. Their hopes for a new weapon were diminished by the discovery that her body had not taken to the serum; her brute strength and aggression had only lasted for three days before she had crashed and returned back to normal. The experiment had failed, and Hydra now looked to their prized possession to dispose of her properly.

“We will let you have your fun,” his handler had snidely remarked before slamming the door shut behind him, leaving the Winter Soldier locked in his holding cell alone with her. She hadn’t moved in the time since she’d arrived, so the man felt it necessary to firmly nudge her ribs with his boot to wake her up. He didn’t want her here, didn’t enjoy a stranger in the only space he could remotely consider his own, and he wanted this to be known.

Slowly, the failed experiment uses every ounce of strength she has left to lift her head and will herself to look up at the man tasked with terminating life. Unlike the soldier, she knows why they have thrown her in here with their deadliest killer, and the trembling of her bottom lip reveals her trepidation. He initially expects to feel disdain and disgust for this supposed pet that lies at his feet, but when her wide eyes meet his own something inside him shifts.

The Winter Soldier was never one for compassion or empathy; he was programmed to kill without remorse, to void himself of any warmth or humanity, but as he looked down at her his chest swirled with emotions he could not name. It wasn’t pity or mockery, but a compulsive need to protect her from harm the way one wishes to protect a helpless animal from awaiting predators. She is not a pet, but he decides in that moment that she will be his to look after.

Wordlessly, the soldier scoops her limp form off of the tile ground and rests her in the small cot he calls a bed. A pathetic whine of pain leaves her body at the discomfort of being moved around, causing his chest to tighten unbearably. This shouldn’t be happening, there shouldn’t be a sense of longing suffocating his entire being when he gazes upon her weakened form, and yet the man finds himself taking extra care to tuck her under the blankets.

He lets her sleep, keeping careful watch over her form like a guard dog as he seats himself in front of the metal door and basks in her presence.

The Winter Soldier had a new purpose now.

~~~

No one had expected the Asset to become so taken with you.

When the guards came to see if the Soldat had finished the job, they were stunned to find you fast asleep in his bed while he stood watch. They had tried to terminate you themselves only to be met with gruesome ends after just looking at you. The Winter Soldier was adamant that you were not going anywhere, and no one could understand why he had become so fond of you within such a short span of time.

The answer had been discovered a week later by the scientists tasked with creating the new weapon. Though your body had not taken to the physical changes of the serum, they found that it had permanently altered your inner body chemistry and DNA as a result. Your new genetic makeup had triggered something within the Winter Soldier as soon as your eyes had locked with his own, almost as if your blood spoke to his. You were bound together on a biological level by this new serum, and this bond could not be broken.

The deaths of twenty men left Hydra with no choice but to let him keep you as the ordeal was not worth losing more valuable resources than necessary. Your survival did not come without cost, however, and they made it clear that you were expected to earn your keep. The Winter Soldier’s handlers had decided that you could be quite useful in forcing the Asset to comply. The cost of any mistakes or failures were yours to pay, and the possibility of your torture or isolation from one another proved to be a good motivator for the Soldat to execute missions without flaw.

You are an unwilling prisoner in all of this, your freedom taken from under you with no regard to your autonomy, but you know that this is the best possible outcome to have happened to you. Being a pet is much better than being a weapon to abuse or a failed experiment to get rid of, and you know that no real harm can come to you under the protection of the Winter Soldier. You have no choice but to make the most of the course life has chosen for you, and so you fall into your role as his companion.

“I don’t like when you leave,” you utter quietly while making careful work of combing his hair. He is scheduled to be sent away to Italy to locate and execute a deserter known to have important Hydra files with them, and your soldier will be gone for a week. His absence is isolating, and you know that once he is gone a nurse will arrive to hold you down while the doctors drug you to prevent you from causing any problems while he is away. Your brain becomes foggier and foggier with each dosage, and as time goes on the details of your life before the Winter Soldier become hazier until you almost forget everything.

“I must,” is his gruff reply. “It will keep you safe.”

“I want to leave, too,” you whisper despondently, taking great care to ensure your words cannot be heard by anyone other than him. He stiffens, and for a moment you fear being reprimanded, but his quiet utterance in reply has you hopeful for a chance at something better.

“You will.”

~~~

You wake to a man violently grabbing you by the hair and dragging you out of bed. You kick and claw at his arm in a fruitless attempt to free yourself, but he remains unfazed as he drags you to your destination. You know these hallways well enough to know where you are going, and despite your groggy state at having just been woken up from your drug induced slumber you are aware enough to know what is about to come.

Your soldier is waiting for you when you finally arrive to his handler’s office, eyes wide with fury and helplessness as he watches the man lift you by the hair before slamming you back down onto the ground. You cry out in agony and reach for your companion only to have a heavy boot land down onto your hand. The Winter Soldier moves to attack only to have several guns pointed at him, and he is forced with no choice but to stand down and watch you take on the abuse.

“You did not comply with orders, Soldat,” the man says simply, casting an irate glance your way at the sound of your pathetic cries. “I asked you to return with those stolen files and instead you lost them. What good are they to me now?”

A swift kick is driven into your ribcage and you curl into yourself with a sob. His entire body is vibrating with anger, each blow landed only fueling his need for vengeance, and yet he cannot save you. This was the arrangement made, the only reason you were allowed to still be alive, and it was his fault that this was happening to you. A single tear slides down his face at the sound of bone cracking when you take another hit to the ribs, and just when he thinks he can’t take anymore the man raises a hand to signal the assailant to cease his abuse.

“Do not fail again, or next time she will endure worse than a broken rib.”

The guards file out until all that remains is the Winter Soldier and his battered pet that lies unmoving in the center of the room. He’s on you in an instant, hands that were built to kill being used to gently lift your broken form from the ground. Every movement sends painful jolts throughout your body that make you let out pained shrieks and cause his chest to tighten as a result. The Asset cradles you to his chest like a child would their favorite teddy bear and does his best to console you. His metal fingers gingerly comb through your hair as you sob into his chest, and his mind is frenzied with thoughts of how he could ever possibly make this better.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes into your neck, his salty tears staining your skin when he presses his face against you. “I’m sorry, my pet.”

You are a prisoner just like him, and he cannot help you when he himself is bound to Hydra forever.

~~~

A week has passed and your injuries have improved gradually overtime, though your Soldat still takes great precaution when touching you or holding you close at night. He handles you with care, and it will never cease to amaze you how a man who was created to be the perfect weapon can be so tender with a woman who would mean nothing to him if not for the serum running through her veins.

He has been gone more often as of late, assisting in the training of a new batch of soldiers. At times you worry he might take to one of them the way he did you, might abandon you in place of a new pet, but from what you have gathered from overheard conversations the scientists had fixed this issue when creating the new serum. They couldn’t risk him showing loyalty to others and chance him deciding to fight back. He was yours, and admittedly you liked it this way. Perhaps it was the constant drugs being put in your system or the isolation of being confined to this building forever, but you loved him.

“I want a name,” you tell him when he returns from a grueling day of training. He looks at you almost puzzled as he removes his tactical clothing in preparation for a shower.

“Name?” He repeats with furrowed brows, planting himself in front of where you sit on the edge of the bed. You open your legs to allow him refuge in between them and hum in approval when he reaches down to gently run his metal fingers along the lines of your jaw.

“I don’t remember mine anymore, or anything before I came here, not completely. I need a name now.”

The Winter Soldier had never stopped to consider these details before you’d brought them to his attention; he didn’t know anything about himself, and he’d forgotten that this was considered abnormal. You had a life before him, an identity, and yet he’d never stopped to try and ask you.

“цветок.” You tilt your head in confusion and he smiles, a rare laugh escaping him as he explains, “Flower.”

He bends forward to press a kiss to the crown of your head, and in that moment you decide you like your new name.

You prefer being his Flower over his Pet, and you make sure to express your gratitude for this change when joining him in the shower.

~~~

Your privileges, while not many, have increased with your time spent as the Winter Soldier’s companion. You aid Hydra in keeping the man in line and ensuring optimal execution on missions, and your permanent bond to him means you never once have tried to escape in his absence. Thus, they felt it appropriate that you finally be able to leave the four walls of your bedroom.

You now have the ability to follow the soldier once a week to training, and you accompany one another to doctor’s visits rather than having them send the physician to you. So long as neither of you screw up, you can continue this routine of leaving your confinement to enjoy a small taste of freedom.

One of your new privileges is the responsibility of grooming the Winter Solider. Now that you can fully be trusted around sharp objects, you can trim his hair and shave his face while he sits back and enjoys how sweetly you fawn over him. Hydra had lost several workers to this task as one accidental tug of hair or cut to his chin could cost them their life, so this was one job they were happy to rid themselves of.

His blue eyes stare intensely up at your scrunched features as you carefully frame the pieces around his face. You work with practiced ease like you’ve done this before, and maybe you have, but there’s no way for either of you to find that out now. Your tongue pokes out discreetly from between your lips while you trim his ends, and the soldier envisions pulling you into his lap then and there to steal a kiss. He’d never do so in front of watchful eyes such as those of the guard who supervise your activity, it’s too intimate and he refuses to share you in such a way, but it brings him solace to envision a word where he can love you without inhibition or fear of putting you in harm’s way.

“I wish they would let you keep it long,” you hum thoughtfully, voice followed by the quiet snipping of the scissors.

“Not good for missions, Flower,” he reminds you before allowing his eyes to flutter shut at the feeling of your fingers combing through his hair.

“You’re leaving again?”

“Not for long,” the man consoles, flesh hand coming to rest on your thigh before giving it a comforting squeeze. “Hydra says I must complete this one last task, and then we both will go to sleep.”

“Sleep?” You repeat hesitantly, pausing your ministrations to meet his steely gaze. His silence has you unnerved, and you return to your previous work in order to distract yourself from the nerves that begin to settle into the pit of your stomach. “Winter, I don’t want to-“

“It is an order, so we must,” he interrupts. He doesn’t mean to be harsh, but he needs you to understand that even with these new freedoms you are still under Hydra’s commands. He cannot risk you becoming bold, becoming defiant, because he knows better than anyone what Hydra does to those who step out of line. He will not have that for you, and he would rather you understand to comply now than have it beat into you later.

You set the scissors down and step back to admire your work. His blue eyes follow your every move as you begin to clean up the mess, and his chest tightens with yearning as he pictures a life of normalcy. If he tries hard enough, he can pretend that you are a normal couple living a regular life- you’re with him because you love him and not because your biology had been programmed to yearn for him only, and your trimming of his hair is an act of love rather than a necessity forced upon him by his handlers. You’ll never know just how much it pains him to know you will never truly be his, and it is his fault you have been subjected to this life.

“Winter,” you call out gently, breaking the man from his obvious turmoil. You say his name so gently, different from what he is used to. His lips barely quirk into a smile, and for you that is a win. “I love you.”

Placing his metal hand on the back of your neck, he carefully pulls you closer so that your foreheads are pressed together. You can feel the gentle fanning of his breath on your face as his nose gently brushes against your own and inhales your scent. One day he will free you from this cage, even if it is at his own expensive.

“I love you.”

~~~

Your Winter returns to you in shambles and it scares you.

You’ve never seen him so frenzied, so unsure of himself and the world around him. His eyes are welled with tears, and he’s on you the moment he spots you, nearly yanking you out of bed as he pulls you impossibly tight to his chest and begins to comb his fingers through your hair.

“Winter?” You whisper meekly while scrambling to find purchase in his hold. You feel his hot tears trickle down onto your neck and the tremble of his hands as they splay across your back, but his hold never relinquishes.

“There was a man,” he shakily whispers into your hair, faltering to swallow the rising bile in his throat, “a man on a bridge.”

“What happened?”

“I knew him,” he whispers agonizingly, the turmoil evident in his tone. His shoulders tremble with each sob he fights to hold back, but the feel of your fingers gently rubbing circles into shoulders allows him the strength to continue. “He called me- he called me Bucky.”

Your features contort into a frown as you hold the sobbing man impossibly tight. You know just how difficult it is to have no semblance of your past or your identity before Hydra, but you can’t imagine just how awful it is to be given a piece of the puzzle only to have nowhere to place it. You want to help him but you don’t know how, and it pains you to be so useless.

“I think he knew you, too,” you reassure him quietly in case of any prying ears. “Maybe Bucky is your name, and this man is a friend. Maybe… maybe he can help us.”

The soldier stiffens at your words, carefully pulling himself out of your grasp to meet your gaze. You fear that perhaps you’ve misspoken and angered your companion, but once you see the rare glimpse of hope shining through his tears you realize your words have struck a chord within him.

With feverish movements he pulls your body back to him and slams his lips onto your own, swallowing your startled gasp and pushing you back towards the mattress. You accept him willingly and without complaint; you let him take you over and over again to the point of exhaustion until neither of you can hold yourselves up any longer. He worships you, comforts you, ensures to you that he will take this new lead and run with it until he can gain your freedom. His mission has always been you, and you trust him with your entire being to complete it.

They come for him hours later. The door to your room slams open, and two guards stand on the other side. Despite your entangled limbs and state of undress, you know well enough to immediately move yourself out of the way by pressing yourself as far back into the corner of the wall as possible. They grab him roughly by the arms before dragging him out of bed, and you watch helplessly from behind the cover of the sheets as he is taken from you once more. Despite the roughness in which they handle him, his eyes remain gentle as they look upon you fondly, and your heart sinks in your stomach when you note how differently this gaze feels. The door shuts harshly behind him, and a part of you fears that the look on his face wasn’t an expression of love.

It was his way of saying goodbye.

~~~

You haven’t seen your Winter in three weeks, and no one has come to check on you in five days.

You feel like you’re losing your sanity with each second that passes- you never thought you’d miss the interactions that came with your daily injections or the physical touch of the nurse holding you down. You’re thirsty, starving, dirty, delirious, and spiraling in your isolation. What could have happened to make them abandon the Winter Soldier’s pet? What could have happened to make him abandon you? Maybe he’s dead, or maybe he had never truly cared about you enough to get you out of this place, and you’re not sure which is worse.

You think you’re dreaming at first when the door to your prison slowly begins to creak open, and the sudden downpour of light is so blinding you can barely make out the figure standing before you. You whine and tightly shut your eyes, but you’re still able to hear the careful footsteps that approach you as if you’re a scared animal who might bite at any sudden movements.

“I’ve got something,” the feminine voice murmurs. “East Wing, last door to the right. They left someone behind.”

You attempt to open your eyes again and are met with the kind features of a woman. She offers you a comforting smile and attempts to reach for you only to flinch, but she’s quick to immediately retract her hands and hold them up in surrender. It’s clear she doesn’t want to scare you, but your bouts of torture and mental scarring don’t allow you to trust so easily. The Hydra nurses had often smiled at you the same way before strapping you down and aiding in your torment.

“Hey, it’s okay,” she coaxes softly, “I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Are you with Hydra?”

She shakes her head. “My name is Natasha, and I’m an Avenger. My friends and I are here to help you. Can you tell me your name?”

The name strikes a chord within you, but it isn’t impactful enough for you to truly grasp her importance or bring recognition to your mind. It is enough, however, for her to gain your trust and answer her with a quiet utterance of the word, “Flower.”

She hums thoughtfully before extending her hand to you again, and this time you take it without trepidation. Natasha slowly helps you to your feet, but your lack of nutrition and dehydrated state causes you to keel over immediately. The woman catches you in her arms and keeps you upright by allowing you to lean against her, but there’s evident worry on her features now that she fully knows the extent of your physical state. You appear weak and frail, delirious, and she hates to even think about what has happened to you during your stay at the Hydra base.

“Nat,” a new voice calls, and you muster up enough strength to lift your head and lock eyes with the man in the doorway. His features are kind and his eyes blue like your Winter’s, and his build nearly takes up the entire frame. His brows are etched with concern once they catch sight of you, and he’s quick to assist Natasha in guiding you out of the room.

“Flower, this is Steve,” she introduces in a hushed tone, “can he pick you up so we can get out of here faster?”

“I can’t leave,” you murmur hoarsely, eyes beginning to well with tears.

“It’s okay, no one is going to hurt you now if you leave,” she tries to assure you only for you to vehemently shake your head.

“If I leave he won’t know where I am o-or how to find me.”

“Who won’t know?” Steve presses gently, catching your figure as you stumble into his grasp before bursting into a fit of sobs.

“Winter,” you choke, too lost in your crying fit to note the way Steve’s body stiffens at the mention of the man. He shares an uneasy glance with Natasha before composing himself and offering you comfort through the careful rubbing of your back. Your cries echo throughout the abandoned Hydra base and send chills through the Captain’s spine.

He isn’t sure what the next step is or what to even make of this situation. They had been sent here to explore the Hydra base in search of any remaining personnel or files after the aftermath of Pierce, and while he had hoped to find some trace of Bucky he hadn’t been prepared for a battered woman to be the only link left to his missing friend.

Carefully lifting your frail body off the ground and into his arms, Steve trails closely behind Natasha as the two make their exit. You’re an inconsolable mess, but Steve does his best to offer the only words he can think of.

“We’ll find him, I promise.”

You never thought you’d ever get to see the sunlight again, but when Steve carries you over the threshold of the base and out into the open world you find yourself being blinded by its brightness. The feel of fresh air is jarring, its warmth kissing your skin as you are carried into their awaiting jet and set on the softest gurney you’ve ever been on. A multitude of voices surround you, but you can’t seem to focus on anything but the simple fact that no longer are you a prisoner to Hydra and their abuse.

You are free.

~~~

It took hours for Natasha to settle you so Bruce could properly examine you, but no one could blame you for your aversion to doctors and fear of needles. No one had ever been as patient or kind with you as they had been during the process of running blood tests, conducting a psychological profile, and settling you in with an IV to get you hydrated again. You clung to the Black Widow like a lifeline, but she never once seemed to mind. You almost got the impression that she understood the horrors that you’d been through, and that was enough for you to put your entire trust in her.

While your tests are being conducted, Tony and Steve sit in the intelligence room staring at the profile before them on the screen. Your innocent face stares back at the two men, a stark contrast to the woman who sits in the exam room with Banner and Romanoff. Your face is youthful and full of life, and the longer Steve stares at your photo the more the knot in his stomach twists.

“Her name is y/n y/l/n. She was a hairstylist in Manhattan before she was declared missing,” Tony reads along solemnly.

“Does she have any family we can contact?” Steve asks only for his counterpart to shake his head dejectedly.

“Parents passed away when she was in college and there’s no immediate family left. Hydra knew what they were doing when they picked her for their program.”

Sighing, Steve pinches the bridge of his nose in rumination before leaning in back into his chair. He felt a sense of responsibility when it came to your wellbeing; though he didn’t know the exact nature of your relationship with Bucky, he knew you must have been important to him considering how worried you were about him finding you, and that mean you were important to Steve now too. But there was so little to work with when it came to helping you enter back into the real world again, and who knew how long it would take for you to reacclimatize to your newfound freedom.

“This poor girl was tortured for who knows how long. If I could have found her sooner-“

“Hey, don’t do that to yourself,” Tony interrupts with a deep frown, “that doesn’t help anyone. We have her here now, and we’re going to get her the best treatment money can buy to help her get through all of this.”

Before Steve can reply, the two men are interrupted by the presence of Dr. Banner who holds a folder of tests results in his hands. The Captain is on his feet immediately, looking at Bruce expectantly with bated breath as he waits for the prognosis.

“As we suspected, there is super soldier serum running through her veins. However, it appears dormant since she showed no signs of increased strength or aggression or any other possible abilities. We’re not sure what effect it has on her, but I think she should be able to live a relatively normal life despite it being active in her system.”

“You couldn’t remove it?” Tony questions.

“She didn’t want me to. She said it’s what keeps her connected to Barnes, what kept him from killing her when Hydra dumped her on him.”

“I didn’t know that was possible,” Steve murmurs quietly. “Will she be okay?”

“Well, it’s going to take some time for her to psychologically recover from the torture and the isolation she endured, but there is a good chance her memories can be restored with time as well. Physically I’d say she’ll recover, and I’ll ask again when she’s in a better mental state about removing the serum, but…”

The hesitation in his voice is clear, prompting Tony and Steve to exchange uneasy glances before urging him to go on.

“What is it, Bruce?” Tony presses. Sighing, Banner adjusts the frames of his glasses and looks between the two men before landing his eyes on your holographic picture. He doesn’t want to voice the reality of the situation, but he knows he must if they want to help you.

Finally, he replies, “She’s pregnant.”

The room becomes deafly silent as the doctor’s words hang in the air, and it feels like ages before Steve finally works up the nerve to speak.

“Pregnant?” He nearly gawks in astonishment, clearly not believing the words he’s hearing.

“The blood tests and an ultrasound both came up conclusive,” Bruce confirms solemnly.

“And the father?” Steve hesitates to ask.

“Based on the details she shared with Nat, I think it’s safe to say that Barnes is the father.”

“So you’re telling me this woman is carrying a baby super soldier?” Tony questions bluntly much to Steve’s chagrin.

“It would be appear that way, yes,” Bruce replies almost annoyed at Tony’s poor choice of words.

“Is it safe?”

“I can’t say for sure, but I think the serum running through her veins increases her chances of survival and the possibility of a relatively normal pregnancy. We’ll just have to keep an eye on her in the meantime and hope for the best.”

“Well, Rogers, it looks like you’re going to be an Uncle,” Tony congratulates with a hearty clap to his back in an attempt to lighten the mood. Though Steve doesn’t exactly appreciate the jokes, his nerves are somewhat put at ease when he continues, “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she gets everything she needs for the super tyke.”

It seems that finding Bucky is more important now than ever, and Steve is determined to do whatever it takes to reunite you with the man you love.

No matter the cost.

~~~

It’s been two months since you were freed from Hydra’s prison, but sometimes it only feels like just yesterday you’d been tangled in the sheets with your lover planning your escape. Should you even call him that? You’re not sure anymore. Your new therapist had affirmed you were an unwilling participant in all that had happened to you, but so was he, and he had taken care of you as best as he could given the circumstances you found yourselves in. You think you do love him even if she says you’d only forced yourself to feel that way as a means to survive.

Along with a new therapist, you’d been given all the resources possible to start your life over. Despite their insistence that you were welcome to stay at the Avenger’s compound while you healed, you were adamant about wanting the autonomy that came with having your own apartment. You wanted to learn to be your own person again, to live in your own space by your own schedule, so Tony had helped you find the perfect apartment in a quiet part of town.

Steve visited nearly every day to ensure you and the baby were doing alright considering he felt you were his responsibility now in Bucky’s absence. No leads have been found yet on the whereabouts of the Winter Soldier, but he is doing his damndest to find Bucky by all means. Natasha stops by every once and while when Steve cannot, offering you company and support during your transitional period.

Your body has healed from the grueling abuse you’d endured, but it’s taking your mind a little longer to catch up. You remember your name now, your real name, and vague remnants of your past, but it isn’t enough for you to complete the full picture. Bruce says it will take some time for you to regain your memories, but you’re not oblivious to the possibility that your mind might not ever be fully restored.

Natasha had accompanied you to another ultrasound appointment to check on the health of the baby and your own before taking you grocery shopping. The doctors say you’re almost three months along with a perfectly healthy baby, and Nat had cooed sweetly at the grainy image displayed for you both on the screen. You never knew how exactly to feel every time they showed you the baby- you didn’t hate it or detest the fact that you were pregnant, but the circumstances in which it had all occurred certainly weren’t ideal, and it served as a reminder that you would be going into this alone.

Once you were coherent enough, Steve had sat you down and carefully explained that your Winter once went by the name of James Barnes, though most people just called him Bucky. He told you of their friendship and how he had thought him to be dead all these years until the incident on the bridge, and he assured you he was doing everything in his power to bring you both together again. Of course, that had been a month ago, and Bucky was nowhere to be seen. It pained you to know that he wouldn’t be here to experience any milestones with you, to see his child grow inside you, to hold them and love them and enjoy his chance at having a family. You were supposed to start a new life together, but instead you and your little one are all alone.

You step out of the elevator and head towards your apartment with an arm full of groceries after finally making the trip home. Natasha had offered to help you bring them up, but you insisted you’d be fine on your own. You look forward to the hearty soup you plan to make for dinner and to frame the latest ultrasound on your fridge, and you don’t mind the fact that most days you dine alone. You’ve learned to get used to solitude once more, though it helps when it’s out of your own volition and not because you’ve been locked away in your own personal prison cell.

The apartment is quiet and untouched when you enter and hang your keys on the wall, but it’s only once you make it to the kitchen that you realize there is an intruder standing in your home. Your newly bought groceries fall to the floor with a deafening thud, fruits and vegetables scattering everywhere as you stare at the familiar pair of blue eyes that pierce straight through you. His hair has gotten longer again and his features are covered in stubble, but you know it is him.

“Winter?” You whisper in a trembling voice, afraid that if you speak any louder he might just disappear.

“Flower,” he breathes out, and before you can even blink he’s on you in an instant. Your frame is lifted from the ground when he picks you up in a bone crushing hug, one hand wrapped around your midsection while the other cradles the back of your head. He breathes in your scent as you nestle your face into the crook of his neck and begin to sob with the amalgamation of emotions within you. You missed him terribly, but you hated him for abandoning you and for loving you so much that Hydra had decided you were too valuable a resource to lose, and yet you were so relieved to see him alive and breathing in your little apartment.

“You left me,” you sob into his neck which prompts him to tighten his hold on you in response. “You promised you’d come back.”

“I could never leave you,” he hushes you, trembling lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “I could never ever leave you. I tried to come back for you but you were gone, and I couldn’t risk coming near you with the Avengers around or else they might take me away from you.”

“They wouldn’t do that, Steve has been looking for you. He promised we’d get to be together.”

“That isn’t his promise to make,” the man utters solemnly, finally relinquishing his hold on you so he can step back and admire your beautiful tear stained face. You look so different from the last time he’d seen you; your face was fuller and brighter, and the length of your hair had changed, but you were still just as beautiful as ever. “Flower-“

“Y/n,” you interrupt him. He falters at the name and furrows his brows in confusion until you clarify, “my real name is y/n. And yours is James, but Steve calls you Bucky.”

A look of recognition washes over his features and he nods. “We were… friends.”

“Steve can help us,” you attempt to reassure him again, but Bucky is not so easily convinced.

“No, no, I can’t… I can’t stay here. Many people want me dead, so it’s better to just disappear.”

“Disappear?” You blanch, already feeling the panic beginning to bubble within you. Your hands begin to tremble and you take a step away from him as you desperately try to process his words. “No, you can’t- you can’t leave me again!”

“I came here to say goodbye,” he admits solemnly before gently taking your shaky hands in his own. “You deserve to have a life without me in it.”

“I don’t want that!” You insist through tears only for him to shush you.

“My Flower, the serum bound us together, but it doesn’t mean that I have the right to ruin your chance at freedom. There is no future with me, a life on the run is not what you deserve. I will not put you through torment again. I-“

“I’m pregnant,” you finally blurt to get him to shut up. His wide eyes and stunned silence prove that your methods are effective. You feel his hold on you tighten as he takes a pensive swallow and slowly looks you up and down.

“Pregnant?” He repeats quietly in disbelief.

“I’m pregnant, and that means I do deserve a life with you in it. I deserve to raise our baby with you, to have you by my side. Please don’t leave me again.”

Tears steadily fall down your cheeks, and Bucky is quick to cup your face in his hands so that he may wipe them away. The apartment is quiet as he soaks up the news he’s just been given. He once thought he’d spend the rest of his life a slave to Hydra with nothing to lose and nothing to keep, but then he’d met you and everything had changed. You were his mission, his reason to fight, and now so was this baby. The answer is clear right in front of him, so he takes it.

“Pack a bag,” he urges you gently. “Pack a bag so we can leave and start over somewhere else together.”

Your breath hitches in your throat at his insistence, but you don’t think twice about scurrying off to your room and gathering whatever items will fit in your bag. You did want a new life, a fresh start, but no apartment in New York would fill the hole within you caused by Bucky’s absence if he left you behind. You are grateful to the Avengers, to all they have done for you, but Bucky is right. Your chance at a happy life is not their promise to make.

You leave a note for Natasha and Steve to find explaining that you are safe and will be okay on your own, that they don’t have to look for you and can rest assured knowing you are perfectly happy wherever it is you are. You thank them for everything and leave behind the keys to your apartment, taking one last look at the place before following Bucky to his getaway vehicle.

“Where will we go?”

He rests a comforting hand on your thigh and gives it a gentle squeeze before meeting your gaze. The hopeful glimmer in your eyes fills his heart with warmth and only further fuels his need to protect you and ensure your happiness. He hopes he’s doing the right thing by bringing you along with him.

“Romania,” he finally answers. “I think you’ll like it there.”

~~~

The soft cries from the bassinet rouse you from your slumber, but Bucky is gently pushing you back into bed before you can even remove the covers.

“I got it,” he murmurs hoarsely, sleep still evident in his voice when he speaks. The sun is barely beginning to rise as its warmth seeps through the curtains, and you comfortably stretch yourself awake in bed as Bucky brings the mewling infant to your awaiting embrace. “Hungry again.”

“It feels like she always is,” you jest with a fond smile while lifting your shift and allowing the infant to nurse. Bucky presses a kiss to your temple and repeats the act to your child before retreating into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee for the start of your day.

Your life in Bucharest has been relatively quiet for the past year. As Bucky had promised, you’d made a fresh start in a new home for yourself, a home of your choosing where you could live in peace with your daughter and without worry of anyone finding your hidden paradise. Time had helped heal you both, and though there was still much progress to be made, becoming parents had softened you both and given you all the more motivation to be better versions of yourselves for your daughter.

Natalia Rose Barnes had been born eight months ago in a small hospital room and was deemed perfectly healthy despite your initial concerns of how the serum might affect her growth. She was the most beautiful little creature Bucky had ever seen, and his heart had bursted with pride when you’d handed her to him for the first time. He never once thought it possible for him to have a family, to take part of the creation of something so innocent and sweet after years of atrocities committed by his own hands, and yet here he was watching her tiny hand wrap tightly around his metal fingers.

Your days consisted of staying home to take care of Rosie while Bucky completed odd jobs around Bucharest to earn money. You practiced journaling often to keep track of old memories that would resurface with time to allow you to continue piecing your life together, and Bucky did the same. The thought of the Winter Soldier reawakening always lingered at the back of his mind, but he made it his mission that he would never show that part of himself to your daughter or to you ever again. You were no longer Winter and Flower but Bucky and y/n, and he was determined to keep it that way at all costs.

“I have to go out into town for groceries today,” he informs you whilst holding the cup of coffee to your lips and allowing you to take a drink. “Rose needs diapers, and we’re out of plums.”

You hum thoughtfully in response and reply, “If there is enough money leftover can you stop at the bakery for muffins?���

“Of course,” Bucky replies with a gentle grin, gently brushing his knuckles against your chin. “Anything you want.”

“I think Rosie and I will go for a walk in the park today,” you tell him. “Maybe you can join us once you’re done and we can walk home together.”

“I’d like that,” he affirms. You know how paranoid Bucky gets when you and Rose are alone, especially when it’s out in public, but he tries not to restrict your freedom too much and allows you to do certain things on your own.

You both prepare separately for your days and accompany one another out of the apartment. Bucky assists you in setting up the stroller and strapping a sleeping Rose in her seat, and he gives you a tender kiss before parting ways with you. The day is bright and beautiful, and your heart is content as you walk through the streets of Bucharest and to the local park.

You don’t have any friends or family in Romania, so you appreciate the friendliness of locals that greet you in passing or simply offer a smile your way. Many people especially like to stop and fawn over Natalia, so your guard is down when a woman seats herself next to you on the park bench and interrupts your journaling by cooing at your daughter.

“She’s beautiful.”

“Thank you, I-“ you begin to say only to freeze once you look up from your writing to acknowledge the stranger. She gives you a pointed look, but her smile is playful as she watches you process her presence before you. “Natasha?!”

“You’re hard to find, you know,” she quips with a raised brow, but she isn’t given a reply when you instead choose to throw yourself into her arms and hold her impossibly tight.

“I-I can’t believe you’re here,” you breathe in disbelief, eyes welling with tears at the comfort that comes with seeing a familiar face.

“I can’t believe you already had the baby,” she replies before pulling out of your hold to take in your face. “Are you alright? Banner was worried it might be hard on you because of the serum.”

“It was perfectly safe, Rose and I made it out fine.”

“Rose?” Natasha repeats before casting her gaze to the cooing baby sitting in the stroller.

“Well, her middle name is Rose, but her first name is Natalia,” you correct with a sheepish smile after seeing the way Natasha looks at you in surprise. “I wanted to name her after someone important, and after everything you did for me it only felt right.”

“I’m… honored,” she expresses, still getting over the initial shock. A new emotion flashes across her face for a split second before becoming unreadable again, but you detect the change before she can hide it.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that without asking you first,” You immediately jump to apologize in fear of upsetting her. You’d been so excited to see her you hadn’t even considered the fact she might be irritated with you for leaving without a trace and not bothering to reach out with your new location.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… well, it makes this next part a little harder,” she admits mournfully, taking in the way your eyes widen slightly and lips begin to pull into a frown at her sudden change in demeanor. “As much as I wish I could say I’m here for a friendly visit, I’m actually here to bring you in for questioning.”

“What?” You gape in quiet bewilderment. You can already feel the unease beginning to grow at her serious tone, and your mind is racing with possibilities of what you could possibly be in trouble for.

“A bomb was recently planted at the Vienna International Centre and killed several UN representatives including King T’Chaka of Wakanda. Security footage revealed that the person responsible for this was Barnes.”

“That’s… that’s impossible!” You immediately argue, mind scrambling to catch up with the news Natasha has just dumped on you. Your heart is racing in your chest and body beginning to feel the oncomings of a panic attack when you realize your peaceful little life in Bucharest has been abruptly ended by a false accusation. “He couldn’t have done that, we’ve been together almost every day with Rosie.”

“They have him on camera, y/n. My hands are tied. I’ve been asked to bring you in because of your connection to Barnes, but if you can honestly say he’s been with you here in Bucharest this entire time then that might help him out. Steve and Sam should be with him right now.”

You can almost feel the hope draining out of you as you process the fact that the life you’d built for yourself was crashing down all around you. No matter how far you run, the past continues to catch up to you both. Bucky isn’t the Winter Soldier anymore, he’s trying to be better, and you wish others could see him for who he is rather than for what he has done.

“I’ll go with you if you promise they won’t take Rosie away from me,” you urge her. Natasha frowns.

“I can’t promise that, but I can promise that no matter what happens she’ll be safe. Can you trust me on that?”

You do, and that’s why you follow her willingly to Berlin for questioning. Bucky is already there when you arrive, and your heart breaks when you see how they have chosen to restrain him. His eyes are filled with sorrow at the sight of you and Rosie being escorted to a separate room, and he wants nothing more than to be there for you both, but he can do nothing as you are taken from him once again.

The prime focus is on Bucky, so you sit alone in the interrogation room for some time before the door finally opens and Steve enters. He has a tired smile on his face meant to hold up his facade while he hands you a glass of water.

“I thought you might need this,” he offers before taking a seat across from you.

“Are you here to question me?”

“No, I’m here as a friend. I don’t think you should be locked away in a room like this on your own.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” you offer bluntly. You don’t mean to be crass, but you’re beginning to become fed up with constantly having your life uprooted without any consideration of your feelings or autonomy. You didn’t choose this life for yourself or plan for it to be this way, yet it seemed you were always being punished for loving a tortured man who was trying to do better.

Despite your brashness, the air is void of tension and instead filled with the happy babbles of Rosie who continuously tries to reach across the table for Steve. She has Bucky’s eyes and his smile, and Steve feels a sense of protectiveness wash over him every time he looks at her. He has a duty to you and to Rosie to help prove Bucky’s innocence, and he hopes you’ll be able to see that he is on your side no matter what.

“Would you like to hold her?” You ask him after noting the way he eyes her so intently. He happily obliges, and you’re filled with a sense of ease to see your baby being coddled by Captain America. At the very least Rosie has a super powered support system, and this fact helps alleviate some of your stress.

“She’s gorgeous,” Steve compliments, allowing the girl to press her hands against his face in exploration. “This is all I ever wanted for Bucky. A chance to have the life that was taken from him, to start a family with a nice girl who loved him despite all he’s endured. I just wish it could have happened differently.”

“I know,” you reply solemnly before casting your gaze to your hands resting in your lap in order to hide your welling tears. “I do too.”

Steve opens his mouth to reply only to be interrupted by the blaring sounds of an alarm. The interrogation room is coated in red, and Rosie begins to shriek at the assaulting noise. You look to Steve with wide and fearful eyes when he quickly rises from his seat and hands you back your daughter. The alarms are reminiscent of the ones at the Hydra base, and it takes everything in you not to fall apart for the sake of your baby. Steve rests a gentle hand on your shoulder and provides you a reassuring squeeze before instructing you to stay put.

“I’ll be right back, I promise,” he avows before bolting out of the room. Your breathing comes in quick gasps as you press yourself to the furtherest corner of the wall and slowly sink to the floor with a crying Rosie to the floor. Your mind attempts to retrieve the therapeutic techniques you’d been taught to help you deal with such episodes, but none of them come to fruition fast enough for you to settle. You feel like you can’t breathe, and the blaring alarm has turned into a distant ringing as you curl in on yourself with the baby pressed tightly to your chest.

You don’t know long you’re stuck waiting in that room, unable to differentiate between minutes or hours, but you’re finally freed from your prison when the door swings open and Natasha rushes to your side.

“We gotta go,” she urges you whilst helping your trembling figure off the ground.

“Natasha, what’s going on?! Where’s Bucky?!” Your press for information falls on deaf ears as she uses one arm to keep you close to her form while the other holds out her gun for potential attacks. “We can’t leave him!”

“Someone activated the Winter Soldier,” she finally answers you after ensuring the area is secure and urging you forward. “It’s not safe for you or the baby.”

“No…” you breathe out before stopping in your tracks, “no, that’s not right.”

“Y/n, we don’t have time-“

“He wouldn’t hurt me, Natasha. The serum, it-“

“I’m not taking any chances,” she states adamantly before forcing you along with her to the exit. You can only stumble after her quick pace and follow her to safety while Bucky wreaks havoc on the building. The next few moments are a blur once you’re shoved into the back of a military van and sped off to a secondary location. The building grows further and further away, separating you and Bucky once more.

~~~

A warm breeze brushes through the grass around you, serene and comforting while you stare pensively at the lake before you. You’d sat at a lake like this once years ago with your parents when they were still alive, and it brought you the same comfort then that it did now. The world is calm here in your bubble, and you think you can finally breathe.

Rosie sits a few feet away from you in the grass playing with two of the local girls from the nearby village. The children adore your toddler and flock to visit her nearly everyday, but you don’t mind. This is what you had always wanted for her, to see her play with other children and know a world of peace where no harm could come to her. This was the most relatively normal childhood she could have, and you were grateful to be here in Wakanda.

After the Winter Soldier had been activated that fateful day, Natasha had stashed you and Rosie into a safe house while she dealt with the aftermath. Days passed before Steve finally came to get you, and you were promptly taken to be reunited with Bucky in Wakanda where T’Challa had granted you both asylum. They would work to erase his programming while you were there, and you would get to raise Rosie without the fear of having to up and leave at a moment’s notice. You’ll be forever indebted to the King for his kindness towards your family, and you truly think this could be the end of all your worries.

Your rumination is interrupted by the shifting of the grass when a new presence joins your side, and almost by instinct do you immediately lean into his side and rest your head upon his shoulder. You sometimes still expect to feel the sensation of cool metal against your cheek, but his appendage is gone now along with the Winter Soldier. Time has healed your husband, and there is no chance of anyone using him as a weapon now.

“I never thought life could be like this,” he voices aloud, a small smile forming on his lips at the sound of Rosie’s echoing laughter.

“It’s nice here,” you agree quietly. “Peaceful. We don’t have to run anymore.”

There’s a pause of silence following your words before he speaks again. “I don’t think I ever thanked you.”

His comment has you turning to look at him in puzzlement, your brows furrowing with uncertainty at what he’s trying to convey.

“Thanked me?”

He nods before shifting his gaze to you. His face is melancholic and full of sincerity when he reaches for your hand to take in his own. His eyes are swimming with devotion and admiration, and it has your stomach doing a nervous flip at the sudden shift in his demeanor.

“For giving me this second chance, for giving me a family. Hydra brought our paths together and the serum bonded us to one another, but Banner could have removed it from your system so you could live a normal life in Manhattan without a connection to me. You refused it. And when I returned you followed me to Romania despite me trying to set you free. You loved me anyway despite all you’d been through with me, you never gave up on me. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”

You smile up at him with complete adoration and devotion before resting a hand upon his cheek. He immediately melts at your touch, eyes fluttering shut as he releases a relaxed breath and savors the feel of your palm against his skin.

“You’ll never have to thank me for that,” you assure him with complete sincerity. “I will love you for the rest of my life with or without some stupid serum. We came into each other’s lives for a reason, and this is it.”

You pull him towards you for a passionate kiss that both of you ensure to savor before returning your gazes to the landscape before you. The sun sparkles on the water while the wind rustles through grass, and Rosie begins to make her clumsy ascent towards you both with hands outstretched for her father. Bucky is quick to pull her into his chest and hold her securely in his lap as your little family enjoys a peaceful afternoon in Wakanda.

Life is still and perfect, and for now you can continue to remain in your peaceful bubble blissfully unaware of the dangers yet to come.

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Calm and Serenity (Part 3)

Sylus x Non!MC

summary: you didn't know what sylus saw in you. he said you were calm, quiet and serene and that's what he needs. you believed it. he showed it. not until little miss hunter came. she's everything you're not. news that she's in danger can make the ever so calm sylus to run and leave everything behind. it made you think, would he do that for you as well?

tags: angst, romance, hurt and comfort, confused sylus, non-mc reader (this is it for now)

taglist: @fcknblsht @aboobie @nin10doo @ixloom819 @damatically @sylusgirlie7 @stellisangelicus-world @kira-loves0905 @wanderlustingcastaway @browneyedgirl22 @lumieresdreams

notes: thank you for the love in the last chapter 😭😭😭 I WAS SO OVERWHELMED OMG though I can't reply one by one, i read them all and thoroughly enjoyed and basked in them ❤️ hope you enjoy this.

Series Masterlist

Sweet Evil Trap

Pepper walnut tart, rosemary gelato, pomegranate jelly, red wine marshmallow, and 10.5 grams of soul.

Description:

I'm waiting for you

You're pathetic.

That's what you tell yourself as your hands tremble at Elysium's menu. The one that is always unavailable whenever you go there and rumors say that it was never available at all.

Now you understand why.

After reading everything in Sylus's journal, you started investigating the things that don't make sense to you. You already know that they spent past lives together and their souls are tied with each other. Everything makes sense except this one.

There was no context about Sweet Evil Trap in his notebook but your memory took you back to countless night outs here in Elysium to recall the name of this dessert.

10.5 grams of soul.

You chuckled bitterly. Half of his soul is hers. Always for her. In every goddamn lifetime.

Where were you in this narrative? What piece of him do you have? Certainly not his heart if there are still traces of Miss Hunter in every corner of N109 Zone.

I'm waiting for you.

Yeah right. He's been waiting for years, lifetime even. So what were you doing here? What's your role in this?

A past time?

Someone to warm his bed?

Did he truly love you in the span of your relationship? You tried to keep your tears at bay, but they fell one after the other.

You and Miss Hunter are entirely different. She's fun, bright, and full of sunshine. She can even hold herself in a fight.

You?

You're just you. A jack of all trades. Can do everything but not the best at anything. You can fight, but surely after two or three wanderers you're gone. You're funny at best, but even that you're not that sure because she can make Sylus laugh more than you did.

In short, she's everything you're not. She's everything Sylus wanted and it really really pisses you off because you fucking loved him and yet …

yet …

Even if you gave it your all, he doesn't really see you. He's with you but he's yearning for someone else. And you're so so stupid because you're still staying. You're still hoping that even if she has returned, Sylus will see your worth. That he will change his mind.

That maybe he will choose you.

Maybe he realized you're the one he loved, not her. That maybe, he's willing to defy fate just to be with you.

It was a small hope. But it's there. Because you wanted to hold on for as long as you can. You wanted to love him until it hurts. You want to stay for as long as he doesn't let you go.

And even if you will scold yourself in the future when you remember what you're doing now, you will still try.

You can feel that he sensed that something is off with you; he is perceptive after all. Because after that night, no matter how much you try to hold yourself together, the cracks in your soul still manifest.

If it were before, you're sure that as soon as he woke up you will be all over him taking care of him and making sure that he is well-fed. But after that incident, you just can't seem to stay close to him. Not for now, at least because you're sure that you will just cry and break.

“What's wrong Little fox?" He asked you one night. You tried to avoid him and planned to hide in the guest room and sleep there, but he looked for you and now he's right there looking at your soul.

“Nothing." You avoided eye contact. You can't. It physically hurts whenever you and he meet gazes. It's as if your mind kept replaying all the things you read in his journal.

He reached out for your hand but you flinched and avoided his touch. His hand paused midair because of it. You don't know what he's thinking now. You don't want to know. You're afraid that what you'll see is insincerity.

“Tell me, sweetie. What's wrong? What happened? You're worrying me," he persisted.

"It's nothing, Sylus. I'm gonna head to bed later. You go ahead first and rest." you turned your back at him and pretended to do something.

You wanted to ask him. You wanted to know.

But you're afraid.

Because what if he tells you the truth and leaves you? Can you bear that?

No. Not yet. Never.

So you kept silent. You won't ask questions that you're not ready to face the answers of.

“My sweet little fox, tell me anything and I will listen. I will do anything for you. Just ask." He kissed your temple before leaving.

His words are so sweet but is there really anything behind it? Is there love? Is there anything real with what you two have?

You kept avoiding and hiding from him. He got enough after two weeks. He backed you in a corner, his large frame making it hard for you to escape.

“Something is definitely wrong and I don't know what it is. It's killing me to see you like this, darling. If you're not gonna talk, then let me take your mind off of things. Go out to dinner with me." He held your chin to make you look at him.

You're trying to avoid his gaze. The fear is consuming you at every second that he is staring you down. Your insecurity and jealousy is winning and your mind can't process that this is real and that this is for you.

“Sy—"

“Shhh," he gave you a quick peck to shut you up. “It's not a request. That's an order. Dinner later. I miss my little fox,"

And thus, here you are at Elysium waiting for him with tears in your eyes. You decided to go ahead. You're sure you can't bear the car ride alone with him and even if he won't press you to open up, you can sense that he wants you to.

Your phone blows up. It's surely him inquiring why you went without him. You can't find it in yourself to even read his messages. It's all too much. Everything is too much.

10.5 grams of soul.

Those words kept ringing in your head. Half of his soul. Half that is not yours. You wiped your tears. You need to calm down. He might be here in a few minutes. You need to at least look presentable.

“Sweetie, why did you leave me?" You heard his voice from your back before his lips were on your cheeks already. “I want to spend some time with you during dinner, yes, but also before and after it."

“Sorry," that's all you can say afraid that he might hear the hoarseness of your voice.

He sighed, “Fine, but you're going home with me."

You didn't reply and he took that as a cue to get your orders ready. The food is good but every bite you chew, you can sense his eyes on you.

“I will melt if you keep staring at me,” you commented. He just smirked.

"Let me enjoy the view.”

You just shook your head. You can't form a reply because the fear and insecurity is kicking in again.

The two of you are silent for a while until Sylus's phone rang. You looked at him, really looked at him for the first time tonight.

There's that glint in his eyes again so you immediately knew who it was.

Miss Hunter.

Your suspicions are proven right when he answered the call. “Hello, Miss Hunter, what can I do for you?"

You bit your lip. You were expecting it but damn it hurts. Not even an apology towards you for interrupting your dinner by answering that call.

"What!? Where are you!?”

Your heart breaks every second. There he is again. Choosing her. That's for sure. You know what will happen next. He will leave, say sorry, and run to her side.

"I'm coming, wait for me! Don't you dare move a muscle.” he ended the call in a haste he was getting ready to leave if he didn't see you across the table.

“Darling, I-I need to leave, she needs me. She's in danger. I will make it up to you, I promise. I'm so sorry,”

But no amount of “sorry" can make up for everything that you're feeling now. Of course, he will go to her. He will always run to her.

His 10.5 grams of soul.

You sighed. You have made up your mind. You will free both of you from the burden of this relationship.

You stood, pulled him for a hug. You hugged him as tightly as you can. “Go, Sylus. I'll be fine."

He hugged you back, and oh god how you will miss that warmth. You can feel your breath getting caught in your lungs, but you have to hold back. Until he turns around at least.

“I'll make it up to you, darling. Wait for me okay? I love you. Luke and Kieran will be here in fifteen minutes. Wait for them. Don't go home alone." That's the last thing you heard from him before he stormed out.

You finally let your tears fall.

It's enough. You had enough.

You will leave his life calmly, quietly. You moved and walked away fast hoping Luke and Kieran won't see you on the streets of N109 Zone.

Part 4

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𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓:

♡ Aimée likes to present herself as an 'it' girl at school. She is a known exhibitionist in town, and is rumored that she gets around.

♡ Kleptomaniac. Pickpockets people during work hours and even during encounters. It gives her a little extra cash but she does have multiple jobs. Prefers stealing things rather than actually paying for them. Has been caught before but usually with a little bit of 'persuasion', she's able to get away scot-free.

♡ A sweet talker. (turns out paying attention in English class does have its benefits) She oftentimes tries to get out of a situation by finessing people. Her mouth is probably her best asset, in more ways than one :)

♡ While Aimée doesn't outwardly harass others, she enjoys teasing and messing with them. Silver-tongued, playful and witty, she finds that she enjoys pushing peoples' buttons, and seeing how they react after a measly few words is always a fun time. And if they fall for her somehow, then that's a major plus, breaking hearts is her favorite past time ♡

♡ In private, she is actually meeker than how she shows herself to be. However, she finds comfort in this persona she's created. Everyone knows that you're easy prey if you act shy and show any vulnerability, so she's learned the hard way to always take the first bite.

♡ By being promiscuous herself, it gives her a sense of autonomy in a way. In her mind, if she objectifies herself first, then she's taking away that decision people have over her body.

♡ Her arousal is kept high at all times so she can avoid overthinking, its a way to cope from everything. Sex is a great distraction. It makes her feel good, and all she needs to do is just focus on the what was happening during the moment, and on giving the person she's with pleasure that she's very happy to provide.

♡ Can't find herself to commit to anyone due to her fear of opening herself up to others. Sex is easy. To her, it's simple. And it's something she knows she's good at. Meanwhile, feelings and emotions are messy. It complicates a lot of things. But she can't help but get attached to some people. Whenever she realizes that she's getting too close, she distances herself and quickly moves on to a new person, minimizing the chances of any feelings developing further.

♡ This is where her reputation as a heartbreaker comes from. It's not actually something she actively likes doing, but it's a way for her to get even for what they had done to her.

♡ But no matter how many times she tries to convince herself, deep down, she knows this isn't how she wants to be. She does want to make genuine connection with someone. And despite being surrounded by (mostly unwanted) attention, there's still this lingering sense of loneliness that, no matter what she does, she can't seem to get rid of.