#what a little blur and sparkle can do for a piece is so good

[eekonis]

I‘m in love with pandora hearts <3

[lacydollette]

CHERRY PIE ⸻ dean winchester

content / dean winchester x fem!reader, established relationship, pie addicted dean, flirting, intimate touching and kissing, slight fluff, mentions of alcohol, 2.4k words

summary / When joining Dean with a slice of cherry pie turns into something more extensive, unfolding a deeper connection than either one of you had imagined. — inspired by the song “cherry pie” by warrant

The Harvelle’s roadhouse was buzzing with life, a mix of laughter, music, and clinking glasses filling the air. The neon sign above the bar flickered, casting a reddish glow over the crowd as they danced and mingled. Dean sat in a corner booth, nibbling on a beer, his eyes focused on the pool table in the center of the room. He wasn't paying much attention to the game, though. His thoughts were elsewhere—far from the game.

They were on you; you could feel it.

You slid into the booth beside him, a mischievous glint in your eyes, your fingers grazing his arm as you placed a plate of food on the table. "Thought you might be hungry," you said, voice teasing as you pushed the plate toward him.

Dean glanced down at the slice of cherry pie, its filling red against the flaky crust. He chuckled, shaking his head. "You're gonna get me in trouble, bringing me this," he said, but the smile on his face gave away that he didn't mind at all.

You leaned closer, lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "Maybe I like getting you into trouble."

Dean's grin widened, and he turned his head to catch your lips with his in a quick, heated kiss. You tasted sweet, like the cherries from the pie, and he felt a familiar spark of desire flare up inside him. You always had that effect on him—you were wild, unpredictable, and full of life, everything that made the chaos of his world feel a little more bearable.

"So," you said, pulling back just enough to look at him, eyes shining with amusement. "You gonna eat that, or do I have to feed it to you?"

Dean smirked, picking up the fork and slicing off a piece of the pie. "As much as l'd like that," he said, popping the bite into his mouth, "I think I can manage."

You watched him with a satisfied smile, your hand slipping under the table to rest on his thigh. You felt the warmth of his skin through the fabric, and as he leaned in for another taste of your lips, the sweetness of the pie and a slight hint of whiskey lingered between you. You knew you were getting under his skin just as much as he was getting under yours.

"Good?" You asked when you finally broke apart, voice breathy.

"Delicious," Dean replied, his eyes locked on yours. You knew he wasn't just talking about the pie.

Suddenly one of your favorite songs came on, pulsing through the bar, and you grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the dance floor before he could protest.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, body swaying to the music as you pressed yourself against him. Dean's hands settled on your hips, guiding your movements as you fell into a rhythm together.

The room seemed to blur around you, the other people and the noise fading into the background. All Dean could focus on was you—the way your body moved against his, the feel of your skin under his hands, the scent of your hair as it brushed against his cheek. You were intoxicating, and he was completely under your spell.

"You know," you said, lips close to his ear as you two danced, "I've always had a thing for bad boys."

Dean chuckled, his grip on you tightening. "Is that right?"

"Mhmm," you hummed, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Especially the ones who look at me the way you do."

Dean's heart skipped a beat, the words hitting him harder than they should have. You knew you'd struck a nerve by the way he was looking at you, making him feel something deeper than just the heat between you two.

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow, lingering kiss that told him exactly what you wanted. You had a way of getting under his skin, of making him feel things he wasn't sure he was ready to feel. But with you, it didn't seem so scary. It felt... right.

"Can't help it," he murmured, his voice rough against your skin. "You're just too damn irresistible."

Your smile was wicked as you pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes full of promise while the heat between you only grew hotter. "Then show me how much you mean it."

Dean didn't need to be told twice. He tightened his grip on your waist, spinning you around so that your back was pressed against his chest. His hands roamed over your body as you moved together, the heat inside you taking over.

The world outside your little bubble didn't matter anymore—there was only the music, the movement, and the undeniable chemistry between the two of you.

You leaned your head back against his shoulder, your breath coming in short, eager gasps as you let yourself get lost in the moment. When Dean's lips brushed against your neck, trailing down to your collarbone, you let out a soft moan, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer.

You stayed like that for what felt like hours, lost in each other. And when the song came to an end, you were both breathless, bodies pressed close together as if you couldn't bear to be apart.

You looked up at him, eyes filled with a mix of desire and something deeper-something that made Dean's heart swell. You didn't say anything, you didn't need to. The way you looked at him, the way you held him close, told Dean everything he needed to know.

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Let's get out of here," he whispered.

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Lead the way, Winchester."

Hand in hand, you stepped into the cool night air, making your way to the Impala. Dean held the door open for you, his touch lingering as you slid inside.

As he climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine, Dean couldn't help but steal a glance at you. You were leaning back in your seat, eyes closed and a contented smile on your face. You looked so peaceful, so beautiful, that it made his heart ache.

"Where to?" he asked, his voice soft.

You opened your eyes and looked at him, your smile widening. "Surprise me," you said, your tone playful to which he just nodded.

You grinned, as he put 'baby' in gear, pulling out onto the road. You had a feeling tonight was going to be one to remember..

As the car sped down the dark road, headlights cutting through the darkness, you reached over, brushing your fingers through his tousled hair. "You always know how to make a night interesting," you said with a playful smile, eyes sparkling in the dim light.

Dean glanced over at you, his green eyes piercing through you, your heart doing that familiar flip it always did when he looked at you like that. "You haven't seen anything yet," he replied, his voice laced with a teasing edge.

You drove in comfortable silence for a while, the only sounds being the rumble of the Impala's engine and the occasional rustle of wind through the open windows. Dean could feel you watching him, your gaze soft and thoughtful, and it sent a warm thrill through him. He'd never been one for settling down, but with you, everything felt different—like maybe, just maybe, he could finally stop running.

After about half an hour of driving, you came across a small, secluded lookout point just off the road. The view was stunning, with the moon casting a silvery glow over the landscape and the stars twinkling brightly above you.

Dean parked the car and turned off the engine, the sudden silence almost deafening. He looked over at you, who was already gazing out the window, your face illuminated by the soft light of the moon.

"Wow," you whispered, your breath fogging up the glass slightly as you leaned closer to the window. "It's beautiful."

Dean nodded, unable to take his eyes off you. "Yeah, it is."

You turned to him, catching the meaning behind his words, and your cheeks flushed slightly. "You've got a way with words, Winchester," you teased, though your voice was warm with affection.

Dean shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Just calling it like I see it."

You laughed softly, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. You opened the car door and stepped out, stretching your arms above your head as you breathed in the cool night air. Dean followed, walking around the car to stand beside you.

For a moment, you two just stood there, taking in the view and the peacefulness that surrounded you. The world felt a million miles away, and you were grateful for the rare moment of peacefulness.

You moved closer to Dean, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his chest. Dean automatically slid his arms around you, holding you close as you stood together under the blanket of stars.

"You know," you said after a few minutes, voice barely above a whisper, "I never thought I'd find something like this... someone like you."

You felt his heart skip a beat at your words, and he tightened his hold on you, resting his chin on top of your head. "I know the feeling," he murmured.

Looking up, you found something in his eyes that made you smile—a softness you’d barely seen Dean have.

"Let's stay here for a while," you suggested, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. "Just you and me, no distractions."

Dean nodded, his thumb brushing lightly across your cheek. "Yeah," he agreed. "I'd like that."

You two leaned against the hood of the Impala, you nestled comfortably in his arms, and watched the stars twinkle above. The night was quiet, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze and the steady rhythm of your hearts.

After a while, you tilted your head up to look at him again, your eyes gleaming with that familiar mischievous glint. "So, about that pie," you began, your tone playful.

Dean raised an eyebrow, smirking down at you. "What about it?"

You bit your lip, pretending to think. "I don't know... I just figured a guy like you might have something better up his sleeve."

Dean chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "You're never satisfied, are you?"

"Not when it comes to you," you replied, your voice dropping to a husky whisper.

Dean's smirk softened into something more tender as he cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over your soft skin. "Good," he said, leaning in closer until your lips were just an inch apart. "Because I'm not planning on going anywhere."

Your breath hitched slightly, and you closed the distance between you two, your lips capturing his in a kiss that was slow and deep, filled with all the unspoken promises you'd been dancing around for so long. Dean kissed you back with equal need, pouring everything he had into it—every emotion, every unsaid word, every hope for a future he hadn't dared to dream about until now.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were breathless, foreheads resting against each other as you tried to steady your racing hearts.

"I think I'm falling for you, Y/N," Dean admitted, his voice rough with the weight of the confession. "Hell, maybe I already have."

You looked up at him, eyes shining with a mix of surprise and comfort. You smiled, a soft, genuine smile that reached your eyes. "Good," you whispered, repeating his earlier words. "Because I'm already there."

Dean's breath caught in his throat at your words, and before he could say anything else, you pulled him back in for another kiss—this one slow and tender, a kiss that spoke of the future the two of you could have, if you were brave enough to take the risk.

As you stood there, wrapped up in each other under the endless sky, Dean realized that for the first time in a long time, he wasn't thinking about the next hunt. All he could think about was the woman in his arms and the life you could build together—one filled with moments like this, moments where the world outside didn't matter, and all that existed was the love between you two.

It wasn't something he'd ever expected to find, but now that he had it, he wasn't planning on letting it go. Not for anything.

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[anystalker707]

Can you feel it?

Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x [gn, amab] Reader Kinktober prompt: Size kink Tags: bottom luffy / belly bulge / overstimulation / size difference / fingering / cum as lube / riding / cock drunk

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          Yawning, you sat with your back on the pillows against the headboard. It’d been a long day, but partying so much after such a long battle paid off. Now, you were aching for a good night of sleep in that bed. It was far better than the ship’s bunks, making your mind blank out momentarily when you sank into the mattress, staring at the wall until your vision blurred.

The door opening cut through your thoughts, and you blinked a couple of times, furrowing your eyebrows at the sight of Luffy walking in with a plate of food in hand and a piece of meat in his mouth as he closed the door with his foot. He mumbled something that fell incoherent through the food, putting the plate on the small desk in the room along with his hat. You narrowed your eyes at him, shaking your head lightly when his eyes met yours; he practically swallowed all the food at once before he crawled on the bed and came over to you.

“(Y/n),” Luffy hummed softly, making kissy lips, but you held his shoulders before he could do anything. “Aw, what’s it?” He whined.

“Your mouth is all dirty and greasy!” You clicked your tongue and playfully kicked him away, almost chuckling at the pouty face he made. “Come on, Luffy! Wash your face and your hands, at least! They’re gross! You’re even staining the bedsheets! Take your flip-flops off! Gross Luffy! Bad Luffy!” You gently push him away with your foot. It wasn’t exactly your intention, but he ended up just sliding off the bed the way he was by the corner when you gently kicked him again. He was a slumping mess on the carpet. “Luffy!”

“(Y/n) no loves me, can’t even eat,” he whined while walking out of the bedroom again, and it was not news that he was munching on something when he came back. Still, he was quickly grinning again as he kicked his flip-flops off and threw himself on the bed, immediately crawling up to your lap again, all clean, so you wrapped your arms around his waist. “(Y/n),” he mumbled as he rubbed his cheek against yours while throwing his arms around your neck. “Mmm, I think this day will be perfect if I get one more thing…”

Luffy kissed your lips messily, practically shoving his lips on yours until you started kissing him back, groaning against his lips. The positive reaction was a cue for Luffy to start grinding his hips against you, turning the kiss messier as his breathing started growing erratic.

“Please, please,” Luffy mumbled softly but eventually fell silent, grinning victoriously instead once your lips started working on his jaw. A nice sensation spread through his body, and his cock twitched in his shorts. Soft sparkles spread through his body, though they weren’t enough—they were nothing compared to what he felt with your hands all over him, with you deep inside. He hummed, cheeks heating up as he wrapped his arms tighter around you.

“Fuck, Luff’,” you groaned against Luffy’s neck, barely able to breathe; he only loosened up when you started to kiss and nip on his neck, soon enough finding the spot that made him melt more. Your hands slipped into his vest, pressed to his skin, feeling the scars and little bumps that rose with a shiver running down his spine. He pressed himself closer, if possible, gasping at the friction on his cock again—it also made you groan as the blood rushed to your cock.

It took you a solid minute to get Luffy to let go of you so that you’d take his vest off, but the piece of clothing was soon tossed to the ground, and Luffy eventually needed to get up from your lap to remove his shorts as well. He was a little messy with it, so it gave you enough time to undress and still watch him kicking off his shorts. Rolling your eyes, you wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him to your lap; he gasped and soon settled down when his back pressed to your chest.

“There’s my baby boy,” you mumbled against his shoulder with a smile, placing your feet on the mattress and his thighs over yours so that his legs would spread open along with yours.

You looked down, observing Luffy’s flushed, already leaking cock that lined up with your own, which made the size difference even more obvious. It’s not that his cock was small, no; it was very proportional to him, but compared to yours… Well, he was smaller when compared to you, in general, and the disparity did something to both of you in situations like that. Your hands wrapped around his waist, rubbing it lightly and feeling his ribs, while soft kisses were left along his shoulder.

“We don’t have lube here, so we’ll have to improvise,” you sighed in fake disappointment.

“Wh— Mmph!” Whatever Luffy had to say gave space to a moan once your hand wrapped around his cock, hot and tight around it. The first couple of strokes were good, but once you started using the pre-cum as makeshift lube, he whined, body jerking on your lap to seek more of the touches. He couldn’t do a lot, though, not with your arm wrapped around his waist like that. He hummed, holding your forearms.

“Feels good?” You whispered into his ear, twisting your wrist through the motions. Sometimes, it’d make him grind against you, snatching a groan or a hiss, and as much as it felt so good, you tried your best to avoid it, to keep the best saved for later. “How fast can you cum, sweetheart?”

The words alone made Luffy whine, twitching in your hand as you kept the strokes going, while your free hand gently fondled his balls. He tried to take a deep breath, just to be interrupted by consecutive gasps at the way your grip grew tighter around him. Your thumb worked so well on that spot under the head of his cock, stroking it just the way Luffy liked, making his body feel all hot and his mind spin.

“There…” Luffy gasped, letting his head fall back against your shoulder. He rocked his hips into your hands messily, barely able to keep himself together, despite the fact you only gave him a simple hand job. He hissed, arching his back when your thumb pressed to his slit, rubbing it, fuuuck… His breath became more erratic as you swiped your finger across his tip, spreading the pre-cum over it before your hand was rubbing up and down his cock again, so tight, so warm, so good.

Luffy whimpered, arching his back as the knot in his lower stomach tightened. He uselessly tried to warn you: every word that escaped his lips was nothing but a stuttering mess mixed with the moans that filled the room so loudly. Your hand wrapped around him tighter, moving faster, and he was cumming. His mind went blank as he arched his back against you. That was fast and sudden, milking the cum out of Luffy, but he couldn’t have done a lot against it, given the way you’d been touching all of his sensitive spots so fine.

“There it is,” you sighed, hand tight around Luffy as you gave him a final stroke. He mumbled something in a questioning tone, something that didn’t get an answer and that probably vanished from his mind the moment he felt your fingers press to his entrance.

A groan came from Luffy at the soft touch around his entrance, circling it until your finger started to slowly push in. You were fucking using his own cum as lube, and it made Luffy’s mind grow fuzzy—at least fuzzier than it already was, with the recent orgasm. His legs still twitched with the aftershocks of the climax, reacting to every little touch of you, even the shallow thrusts of your finger into his ass.

Since it was just to lube him up, you didn’t linger a lot. Soon, there was a second finger, pushing the cum deep into his hole, making sure to coat Luffy’s warm walls nicely with it, though you had to keep an arm tight around his hips to hold him in place.

“Done,” you said with a soft sigh as your fingers left him with an obscene wet sound. “Now you can have me.” A grin tugged on your lips before you let soft kisses along Luffy’s shoulder. His chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath, so you gave him a little break, letting your hand run along the inside of his thigh soothingly.

A while passed, and you tapped Luffy’s thigh and reached a hand down, guiding your cock into Luffy at the same time he adjusted his hips to lower himself on it. He gasped, feeling his walls slowly adjust around your cock as it pushed in, stretching him so much better than your fingers, sending sparkles through his body with that nice burning feeling. You were so big, making his breath falter just by taking you in.

“Nnngh, (y/n),” Luffy gasped, hips twitching; you were all the way in, cock pressing against all the right spots. He felt like he was unable to even breathe without spilling a moan.

“You’re so tight,” you groaned into his ear. It made him clench around your cock. “Fuuuck,” you gasped and wrapped your arms around Luffy’s hips to keep him in place as you moved your hips lightly, sinking your heels into the mattress. He whined breathlessly, fingers sinking into your forearms. It was a slow fuck, both due to the mood and the position, but it still made Luffy into a stuttering mess. You doubted Luffy was able to chain more than two words to form a coherent thought at all.

Your cock felt so good inside him, rubbing against his gummy walls just the right way, your tip brushing a spot that made his thighs quiver every time you thrust in. Luffy felt so hot—he was hard and leaking again already, practically drooling, all because of the overstimulation, and he loved it. He loved the way you could erase every thought away from his mind, all because you could handle him so well and your cock was so big. He whined when you thrust in a little sharper.

“Ahh, you should feel this, baby,” you groaned. It was a little of a struggle to get Luffy to let go of your forearm, but you could eventually guide his hand to his own tummy. “Can you feel it?” You whispered, continuing with a deep thrust at a time, despite the way the muscles on the back of your thighs already started complaining. “Can you feel the bulge? Can you feel me inside you?”

Luffy gasped as he heard that, whimpering as he focused on the way his skin shifted under his palm in sync with the way your cock moved inside him. His eyes rolled back, his cock twitching between his legs as he felt you start moving a little faster.

You hissed into his ear, wrapping your arm tighter around his waist. “You feel so tight, so good, oh fuck, Luffy,” you gasped, keeping his hand pressed to the bulge. The pressure made him feel better, somehow, so he kept clenching around you; your cock twitched inside him. “Ahh, Luffy,” you groaned, “come on, do something.”

The pain that tugged on your muscles gave you a break when you relaxed against the bed, trying to catch your breath. Luffy didn’t react at first. He needed a few pokes and tugs until he finally sighed in defeat and sat up properly, gulping as he placed his hands on your thighs.

A moan escaped your lips when Luffy started riding you. Your eyes were glued to him, watching your cock repeatedly disappear inside his ass as he whined with practically every movement. He was messy with it, barely able to keep up with a rhythm. Hissing, you took hold of his hips to guide him lightly, at least trying to help Luffy out a little, even more so when your arousal was pooling down more in your gutter. You even pushed your hips up a little to meet his movements once or twice, helping both of you grow closer to the approaching climax.

Luffy let his head hang for a moment before it fell back when he arched his back, gasping and clenching around you, and you presumed he was cumming already, so you did your best to chase your release as well, not wanting to overstimulate him a lot. Your hands were tight around Luffy’s hips, thrusts knocking the breaths out of him, and he whimpered when feeling you cum deep inside him, making sure to rub the cum along his walls in shallow thrusts that didn’t last long.

Once your thrusts stopped, Luffy allowed himself to fall back against you, back pressed to your chest again. You were about to say something, but the words died on your tongue at the sound of soft snoring. Typical. What did you even expect?

“Right,” you sighed, gently placing Luffy beside you on the bed, hissing a little when your cock slipped out and met the cold air again, but you weren’t any better. The sleep tugged on your eyelids heavily, making you yawn again, slowly dozing off as you spooned him.

.𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟.

[danosrosegarden]

(from my phone) nshtn: for the valentines event what about... helping Edward with his self-care routine, by giving him a nice, soothing, warm soapy bath with your own shampoos in your own tub while he flusters and flounders from the sheer intimacy, the act's worth, the fact that he's naked and you're treating him so innocently and gently?

warming up - edward nashton x gn!reader ₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊

{valentine's requests: two ♡}

{contains: mostly just sweet fluff and comfort. mentions of nsfw activities, but nothing in explicit detail.}

Even through the blurred, orange glow of the candlelit bathroom, you could still see Edward’s peachy skin burning with blush.

While the bathtub filled with water–tinted a milky white with bubbling, floral-scented soap–you watched him shed his clothes from the corner of your eye. You had promised to do the same, just to make him more comfortable. It wasn’t as if you’d never seen him naked before. He just got shy sometimes. 

You had suggested the idea of giving him a nice, long, warm, tranquil bath after he’d tumbled in the door of your shared apartment one evening, aching and sallow from another rigorous day of work. Jaundiced bags of exhaustion were painted underneath his eyes. A long, weary sigh snaked out from his throat as he trudged into the bedroom without offering a single word to you. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t hurt by the block of distance he’d placed between you two, but you were determined to make the block melt and evaporate. You simply wouldn’t allow his temporary stress to unravel the stitches that held you two together so tightly.

Edward offered a crooked smile to you as he climbed into the tub. A confirmation, almost. I see you, vulnerable and bare. You see me, vulnerable and bare. We’re here, we’re here together.

The steam that feathered into the air from the hot, soapy water made Edward’s forehead slick. You tucked away the wet strands of hair, your hand traveling down and rubbing the tense muscles of his shoulder. His eyes fluttered shut as a small smile crept across his face.

“You’re so good to me.” His voice was gentle. Soft. As if the quiet aura of glistening comfort that sparkled in the air would shatter into little irreparable pieces if he spoke too loud.

Both of your hands traveled back to Edward’s hair, the pads of your fingers rubbing tender circles into his scalp. It went on like this for a while, you gently fondling his damp hair, him sighing, having fallen deep into a thick, cool serenity.

You took advantage of his eyes being shut and drank his whole body in; Edward would normally shy away and try to cover up whenever he saw your eyes wander. But each curve, each splattered patch of freckles, each dash of a blemish, each roll and wrinkle and inch of his being was breathtaking to you. You wished he’d recognize that. 

You hadn’t noticed that your fingers had stopped their mild circling until Eddie’s eyes cracked open. His smile broke as he caught your stare.

“Hey,” he whispered defensively.

You wrapped your hands around him and rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the coolness of the tub that separated your bodies against your bare skin. “Hey, yourself. I’m just looking. I’m surprised you could even see me staring without your glasses.” Edward’s chest rattled with a high giggle.

You sat together in the warmth of the quiet, dim bathroom. Occasionally, Edward’s legs would twitch and the water would bob with gentle ripples. 

Maybe your fingers had slowly found their way to his sides, your nails brushing up and down against his skin. Maybe you just couldn’t help yourself.

When you’d first met Edward, he clearly had a few layers of protection slathered around him. You can never be too cautious. Each night you spent by his side, though, another inch of wall would crumble. You could almost sense him becoming more comfortable. More him. But when he finally got the courage to take your hand and dive into something more with you, the process began again.

He’d bite his lip to keep from being too loud, no matter how many times you insisted you would like the noises that leaked from him. He wanted to shed his clothing with the lights off. He’d ask to do it under the covers. You’d never push him into something that would make him uncomfortable. That would vacuum-suck any enjoyment out of it. But watching his unease slowly curl away and unravel…that was rewarding. The noises he made. The way his hands roamed your body. The nods of confirmation, the words of encouragement. He was delectable when he felt safe, and you were his home. 

Edward shivered as your nails grazed against his plush skin and drew a sharp gasp as your hands slowly plunged below the water and rubbed his thighs. You planted soft kisses across his round cheeks. He was burning hot, searing with blush.

“S-so good to me,” he repeated, his own hand brushing against yours in the balmy, pearly water.

You thought of the nights you’d spent together in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, the room so quiet that it was as if you could hear the stars twinkling and the fat moon glittering from outside your window. You thought of the times he’d twirl your hair in his fingers or make you dinner or text you silly riddles to solve while he was at work or cuddle you close while you weren’t feeling well. He was so good to you, too.

Maybe he needed to work on his knee-jerk reaction of wanting to hide away in the shadows when you’d look at him, your eyes glazed over with chunky layers of love, but at least he was warming up to that idea that he could be loved wholly. He could be cherished unconditionally. There was no goal he had to achieve, no milestone he had to reach before you’d envelop him in your warm, sweet care.

You’d meet him where he was.

[babymockers]

And, finally, here’s part 2.

"I can’t see what you see in me"

Graham Coxon x female reader.

Prompt: Graham was having a really hard time with himself during a photoshoot and you had a great idea to cheer him up. Heavily inspired by Blair and Serena stealing Eleanor Waldorf's clothing line clothes on Gossip Girl (s1, e4).

Place/time: during the late 90's.

Reader description: reader is a French model trying to make herself a name in the industry, while being reduced to be in her boyfriend's shadow.

Fluff.

Part 1 here

Part 2.

You looked back at Damon and Alex. "I know you won't believe me, Graham, but you'd look so good in one of those suits."

"Y/N, you've got to be joking. They told me not to....

"Uh-uh. You'd look great". The look on disbelief on his face made you stand up, a sudden urge of something you didn't exactly knew made it's way through your mind. You offered him your hand "Come with me, come on". He looked at you hesitantly. "Come on!"

He took your hand and followed you. "Where are we going?" You didn't muttered a word. He panicked. "I can't leave them here. They need me-"

"We're not leaving them. Just trust me. I'm taking care of you right now'. You said.

You walked together through the photoshoot set, passing by numerous photographers, make-up artists, among other workers, until you reached the door of a sort of dressing room, where a variety of suits, shoes, shirts and hats were placed on hangers. At the top of the door, a small sign read: "Blur 1930's England Inspired Photoshoot. Authorized personal only". You turned the handle, mentally praying that the door was open. Luck was on your side, though, as the door opened without any struggle.

You entered the room, Graham right behind you, and you quickly began to inspect the clothes, looking carefully at the sizes. Some of them were even marked with Graham's name. But you ignored them. You went for the expensive ones, the ones designed to be worn only by models.

Real models.

Graham shouted-whispered "What are you doing?W-We're not even supposed to be here, Y/N!"

"Oh but that makes it more exciting, doesn't it?" You said, picking up a few clothes. "I don't see why we shouldn't be here, though. This is a 'Blur' photoshoot".

"Well it is. But we're only allowed to be here when we're needed. I can't put any of this on until Damon and Alex are finished".

"So we're not even stealing. We're just anticipating ourselves".

He looked at you in disbelief "You're insane!".

"And you're too cute to be true". You kissed his nose. "Come on, let's get some clothes for you." He shook his head, unsure. "Gra, trust me. It'll be alright. Do you trust me, baby?" You knew he would melt at the 'baby' thing. Graham loved nicknames.

He muttered something you didn't understand but he was still there anyway, so you thought he wasn't really that mad.

"Ok, ok". You said, placing all the pieces of clothing together in front of Graham. "Ta-da! There you have it, you'll look amazing in this".

He scratched the back of his neck. "I don't know. I shouldn't be wearing any of this by now. I'll probably look bad".

"Honey, you're gorgeous, relax. Besides, if anything happens I'll take the blame here and there.

"I can't let you do that!". He said, frowning.

"Of course you can. You need to have fun. Worry less and look at this hat, isn't it pretty?" You placed the hat on his head, in an unintentionally rough way, making him chuckle. "And it fits your head so well!"

"Love...".

"Just put this on. You know you want to".

"Love, I just don't really know if I should..." He took the clothes in his hands, hesitant. Then he looked at you. And, maybe for the first time in forever, he was able to see in himself a little bit of what you see in him. The way that you looked at him made him feel weak to his knees. And it also made him feel confident, adrenaline rushing through his veins and his eyes sparkling. "Oh, fuck them!".

"Fuck them". You said coming over him and kissing him passionately, his eyes now filled with lust. You detached yourself from his grip and gave him a sweet peck on the lips. "I'll go watch the door. You go change”.

Graham started to laugh, changing himself in a rush. "I don't even know why we're doing this. This is childish".

''Cause it's harmless fun. You deserve to have tun".

Graham looked at himself on the body mirror, a smile coming onto his face while he let out little giggles. He thought this was ridiculous, but, in some sort of way, he was starting to enjoy himself. So, when he was finished, he couldn't help to think that he didn't looked that bad after all.

So you reassured him, knowing exactly what was going through his mind (you've been together for 2 years for god sake!): "You look amazing. You really do. You look better than anyone else in here".

"You think so?" He asked as sincerely as he wanted your answer to be, looking at you with his big eyes, showing all parts of himself through them. The fear, the self consciousness, the crave for validation that he usually hide in drinking evenings and quiet stares. All in his eyes.

He felt comfortable being vulnerable around you. He was a vulnerable soul after all. He needed protection and trust, someone who was able to connect with him and stand by his side no matter what. And, after years of dead end streets and pointless roads, he finally found what he was looking for. Someone as confident, smart, funny, warm hearted and trustworthy as you. For him, you were like a rush of energy in lazy mornings and comfy sheets in a cold evening. He couldn't even try to deny one scary fact: he was head over heels.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, looking up at him with the word "love" written all over your face. "Yeah. You kinda fit the vibe. You're so beautiful, Graham". And you meant it, you really did. Besides, you always thought Graham was like a young boy from the 1930's, so you weren't just rambling. He was a natural with his little hat, his big blazer and his cute shoes, something so romantic about his little funny outfit that made your heart filled with the most intense and loving feeling.

He was truly something else, so different from anyone you've ever met. One of a kind, really.

You both leaned and connected your lips, kissing each other with less passion than most of the times and more in an "old couple" kind of way.

Then, suddenly, Graham bit your bottom lip, deepening the kiss while leaning over your body and holding you in his arms in a very movie-like way, causing your laugh.

"Stop doing that, you idiot! I'm going to fall!" You shouted while laughing. Graham leaned even more, practically making your head almost touch the floor while your legs were up in the air.

"No, you're not, Love". He said calmly, although the smile creeping over his face was apparently impossible to erase. He was making fun of you!

He was absolutely the worst.

"Graham, I'm dead serious!" He leaned over even more (as if that's possible!). "Graham!".

He stopped there, just looking at your mortified face, grinning like an idiot.

"I swear to God, if you don't put me on my feet again I will..."

He gave you a kiss on your neck, causing butterflies to throw a party inside your stomach.

Then he gently did what you asked for, letting your feet touch the floor and helping you stand up, resting his head on yours.

He won't admit it (Graham was such a funny stubborn-ass sometimes) but he secretly wished you were a lot more shorter than him, so he could put his chin on top of your head. It's not like you were the same height as him, I mean, you still had to look up at him and all, but he couldn't do that specifically. So you would usually lower yourself or you would stand on your tippy toes to make you look even taller, depending on your mood. Right now, you went for that second option, pretending to be mad.

He knew you weren't, though. So he bit your cheek, making you laugh.

"Stupid boy" You muttered bitting your own bottom lip, repressing a wider smile.

"I love your accent". He said out of nowhere, catching you off guard.

"What was that for?". You detached yourself from his arms, looking puzzled.

"Nothing. I just really love it". He smiled, holding your waist again and his gaze intensified on your lips. "I really love you". His voice almost a whisper.

You sighed, your heart pounding in your chest "I love you too".

And even though Graham still struggled, those were the most sincere words he ever heard in his life and no one could ever convince him otherwise.

So he believed you. He had no other choice.

"See? Now you can go there and be all this pretty in front of the camera". You said, wide gummy smile plastered on your face.

He melted inside.

And, also, he completely forgot about that.

So Graham, allowing himself to be carried by the moment, said this exact words: "You know what? I don't care about this bloody photoshoot. I don't care about any of this. Let's get out of here". And he offered you a hand, the same adventurous hand you offered him before.

"What? But, you have this photo shoot..." You looked around. Then to him "You want to drop out?" You asked, looking for something in his face that would made you realize he actually didn't want to do that. But there was just Graham.

Soft-spoken Graham, staring at you with his burning gaze and rebellious smile. Asking you to be his partner in that little war he called his work and the aftermaths of leaving it.

So you had no other choice.

After all, it was still raining outside, with a storm coming any time soon. They'll probably have to cancel their plans anyway. And the crew will still get paid, just like Alex will still be an asshole the next morning and Damon will definitely be unpredictable about the situation, but that was just Damon. And then Dave... Dave couldn't care less. As long as he could get some sleep right now, he'd be fine. The manager will be furious, of course, but that was just his work. The world will still be moving and the press will be thrilled.

So there was really nothing new.

The first signs of a big storm started to make it's way through the area. Outside the wind was going stronger and the temperature was dropping colder. Graham looked at you, his body temperature was a warm contrast to the weather conditions.

He quickly took some female 1930's clothes for you that were hanging there. He looked at you.

You looked at your purse, inside it was your camera. You saw his eyes sparkling.

So, again, you really had no other choice...

How could you ever say no?

Then, suddenly, Graham was not alone anymore.

The end.

[vallxlkzal]

Something small for my own pleasure 🥳✨

***

Broken glasses ❤️ (Розбиті окуляри ❤️)

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A crack. One. Two... A few more. Pieces of glass flew down with bright sparkles and in this silence, tense and hot, shattered on the asphalt.

The escape had failed. Such an ordinary, carefree escape with only legs and body. Human style.

And this is where Waldo miscalculated. His smile, always wide and with a touch of sadistic mockery, trembled in surprise at the corners of his plump lips when the Detective's foot painfully stepped on hand. The stick fell out of this hand, and Waldo hissed in pain, still lying on the ground.

For the first time, the Detective saw this invincible creature helplessly stretched out like a striped snake on the ground and smiling evilly.

Waldo simply tripped and fell, as incredible as it may sound. But he stumbled and fell face first onto the hard asphalt, completely breaking his glasses. Waldo didn't want to believe it, he didn't expect such weakness from himself, and even in front of his favorite Detective.

— I've got you, — the Detective wanted to take the handcuffs and put them on those thin hands as soon as possible, but something stopped him. The desire to look at Waldo closer. And not just Waldo, but a shocked and even a little ashamed Waldo... — You have a piece of glass stuck in your face...

Waldo stopped blinking helplessly and touched his face, feeling his own warm blood on his fingers. He looked at the Detective again, but no longer saw the worried face he had fallen in love with, but instead a blur, a vaguely familiar silhouette, something alien and yet close. Because Waldo had never seen the Detective without glasses and didn't know what it was like to be helpless.

Usually eloquent and ironic, Waldo was now silent. The night, which had served as the striped killer's cover and eternal companion in crimes, was now treacherously hiding a stick in its darkness — the only sure way to escape. After all, the Detective would not be far behind now that he had managed to pick up the trail. This man was too smart, too talented.

But now Waldo can't see the Detective's satisfied face, can't see the Detective's victorious look, but can hear his breathing... The breathing is too close. So close, right next to his lips.

The Detective took out a piece of glass from glasses that was stuck in Waldo's face and left a gentle, barely perceptible kiss there, right on the wound. The blood remained on the Detective's lips — Waldo knew this for sure, because he could taste it on his own tongue from the sharp, unrestrained kiss.

The light of the night lamp above them crackled in the silence of the night city simply because the Detective was glowing with happiness instead. And for some reason, Waldo let it continue. He also let the glass above them crack, so passionately and mysteriously.

— You're probably going to arrest me, Detective, aren't you?~ — Waldo smiled weakly, but then his smile cut his long face into the usual black abyss. — You're going to handcuff me... You will take me to the police station... You'll interrogate me and... Oh. And be sad when there's no one else like me?

The Detective listened in silence. Yes, it was true, completely, terribly, and so sweetly forbidden by law. Waldo's smile awakened something animal, furious in the cop.

Uncontrollable.

— Yeah. What do you expect?

— Nothing, Detective, you know I'm a good predictor. I'm always a few steps ahead.

They both knew it was a lie. They both knew that without the stick, even a creature as terrible as Waldo could not see the future. And this absurd situation had its own strange, surprisingly sweet side.

Waldo took off his broken glasses and smiled even wider.

— Do I have any chance of playing fair with you this time, Detective? Honestly and blindly, just like the goddamned justice I've made myself out to be?

The Detective also smiled, because, apart from Waldo's poor eyesight, the cop realized that the killer would not get away.

But for some reason, the Detective enjoyed it immensely.

The tense hands let go of the slender, striped body, and it ran away. Clumsily, stumbling, but... Laughing merrily and bumping into passing benches or night lamps.

It was a stupid and absurd situation, but...

The Detective ran after him.

He laughed too.

***

The original is in Ukrainian:

Тріщинка. Одна. Дві... Ще декілька. Шматочки скла яскравими блискітками полетіли вниз і в цій тиші напруженій і гарячій, розбились об асфальт.

Втеча не вдалась. Така звичайна, безтурботна втеча лишень за допомогою ніг і тіла. Людський стиль.

І саме в цьому Валдо прорахувався. Посмішка його, завжди широка і з нотками садистського знущання, затремтіла здивуванням в куточках пухких губ, коли нога Детектива боляче наступил�� на руку. Палиця випала з руки, а Валдо зашипів від болю, все ще лежачи на землі.

Детектив вперше побачив, як це непереможне створіння безпорадно розтягнулось смугастою змією на землі і недобре шкірилось.

Валдо просто спіткнувся і впав, як би це неймовірно не звучало. Але спіткнувся і впав лицем на твердий асфальт, повністю розбивши свої окуляри. Валдо не хотів в це вірити, він не очікував такої слабкості від самого себе, та ще й перед своїм любим Детективом.

— Впіймав тебе, — Детектив хотів було взяти наручники і одягнути їх якомога швидше на ці тонкі руки, але щось зупинило його. Бажання роздивитися Валдо ближче. І не просто Валдо, а шокованого і навіть трохи присоромленого Валдо. — У тебе шматок скла застряг в обличчі...

Валдо припинив безпорадно кліпати очима і торкнувся свого обличчя, відчуваючи на пальцях власну теплу кров. Він знову поглянув на Детектива, але більше не бачив його стурбованого лиця, за яке покохав, натомість — розмиту пляму, віддалено знайомий силует, щось чуже і водночас близьке. Тому що Валдо без окулярів ніколи не бачив Детектива і не знав, як це — бути безпорадним.

Зазвичай красномовний і іронічний, Валдо зараз мовчав. Ніч, яка слугувала смугастому вбивці прикриттям і вічною супутницею в злочинах, зараз зрадницьки ховала в своїй темряві палицю — єдиний вірний спосіб втечі. Бо ж Детектив тепер зовсім не відстане, якщо вже спромігся взяти слід. Занадто розумна ця людина виявилась, занадто талановита.

Але нехай, нехай зараз і не видно задоволеного обличчя Детектива, нехай видно його переможного погляду, зате дихання... Дихання чутно занадто близько. Так близько, аж біля самісіньких губ.

Детектив дістав шматочок скла від окулярів, що застряг в обличчі Валдо, і залишив там, прямо на рані, обережний, ледь відчутний цілунок. Кров залишилась на губах Детектива — Валдо міг би з впевненістю сказати це, бо ж відчув цей присмак на власному язиці з-за нестримного, палкого поцілунку.

Світло нічного ліхтаря над ними лунко тріснуло в тиші цього нічного міста просто тому, що замість нього вгорі світився від щастя Детектив. І Валдо чомусь дозволив цьому продовжуватися.

— Напевно, ви заар��штуєте мене, Детективе, чи не так?~ — Валдо слабко посміхнувся, але після його посмішка розрізала довге обличчя звичною чорною прірвою. — Одягнете наручники на мене... Відведете у відділок поліції... Будете допитувати і... Ой... І сумувати, коли більше не знайдеться нікого подібного на мене?~

Детектив мовчки слухав. Так, це правда, цілковита, моторошна і така солодко-заборонена законом. Усмішка Валдо розбудила в копі щось тваринне, несамовите.

Неконтрольоване.

— Так. А чого ти ще очікуєш?

— Нічого, Детективе, ви ж знаєте, що я знаю все наперед. Я завжди на декілька кроків спереду.

Обоє знали, що це брехня. Обоє знали, що без палиці навіть таке страшне створіння, як Валдо, не бачить майбутнього. І в цій абсурдній ситуації була своя дивацька, напрочуд мила сторона.

Валдо зняв розбиті окуляри і посміхнувся ще ширше.

— Чи є в мене хоч одна спроба зіграти з вами цього разу чесно, Детективе? Чесно і сліпо, прямо як саме чортове правосуддя, яким я себе для вас представив?~

Детектив теж посміхнувся, тому що, крім поганого зору Валдо, коп розумів, що вбивця далеко не втече.

Але чомусь Детектив отримує від цього несамовите задоволення.

Напружені руки відпустили струнке, смугасте тіло, і воно стрімголов помчало. Незграбно, спотикаючись, але... Весело сміючись і вдаряючись в попутні лавочки чи нічні ліхтарі.

До біса дурн�� і абсурдна ситуація, але...

Детектив побіг слідом.

Сміючись.

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Sorry 👍✨

[verybadatwriting]

The Winged One 2

Summary: Despite safely dropping off Bucky at the Allied base, you come back.

Warnings: Burned village, dead bodies, the bodies of dead parents, guns, injuries, curse word 

Notes: Snake Worshipers = HYDRA. Honestly I’m surprised it only took me a little over a month to write this, I’m normally much slower.

Gn!reader

Word count: 4,733

Part 1

The days were a blur for Bucky. Fever from the infection mixed with days in the freezing wild had made him delirious. He vaguely remembered someone pulling him off the frozen ground and onto a cot in the medical tent. 

After a few more disorienting days spent with the doctors crafting a new arm, and healing him from the infection, he was finally able to rejoin the Howling Commandos. 

During dinner one night, Steve pulled him aside.

“Hey Buck,” He said. “How are you?”

“Still a little out of it.” Bucky shrugged.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, how did you even make it back here? It’s nearly eighty miles through rough terrain from the train tracks.”

“I…” He began, “I’m not entirely sure myself.” Bucky half-remembered an impossibly huge pair of wings and maybe a sled, but he was sure he had just hallucinated them. Well, mostly sure. 

Seeing how truly confused Bucky was, Steve decided to drop the topic for now. After all, his friend had just gone through a very traumatizing time. It was normal for him to seem a bit off.

Bucky knows he’s being watched. He can feel someone’s eyes on him, but when he turns to look, all he sees is empty forest. He tries to shake off the feeling and returns to his first night back on watch duty. He can see his breath in the freezing air, and a chill runs down his spine. Readjusting his rifle, Bucky continued along the perimeter of the camp. With the snow falling on it, his metal arm seems to sparkle.

When he’s halfway around the camp – as close to the forest as he’d get – he sees something move in the shadows. 

“Who’s there?” He asks while taking aim. His voice stays quiet, and he hears footsteps. Following them, he walks deeper into the woods. Suddenly, the sound disappears and he’s in a small clearing. Again, he feels someone watching him. 

“Who’s there?” He asks, more forcefully this time. 

“What is your name?” A voice from the trees asked. It sounded small and scared. Like a lost child.

“It’s Bucky.” He said, slightly lowering his rifle. “I won’t hurt you. Do I know you?”

 Wordlessly you slipped from the shadowy trees above him. He turned, and after a moment, recognition seemed to dawn on him.

“Y/n?” He asked.

“The one and only.” 

“I… I thought I made that up.” He said, “I thought I was just delirious and seeing things, but no. You’re real.”

“Of course I am,” You laughed, “Are you okay? I see you’ve got yourself a shiny new arm.”

“Mhm. It took them hours to attach this thing, but it works surprisingly well and they got the whole infection under control within a few days.”

“That’s good to hear,” You smiled, “Anyway, that’s only part of why I’m here. The Snake Worshipers have been preparing for something. Countless HYDRA trains go roaring over my valley every day. It’s gotten so bad I can barely sleep.”

“That can’t be good. If you give me a second I can write this down.” He fidgeted with one of his pockets, and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. Your eyes widened at the paper, and Bucky remembered how much you treasured the single scrap you had made into a map.

“You know,” He started, “If you keep telling me what the ‘Snake Worshipers’ are up to, then I could supply you with plenty of paper." You perked up, considered it for a second, then agreed. 

You were about to leave for the night, since Bucky had written down all the intel you had to give, when you asked him one last thing.

“You haven’t told anyone about me, right? Not even Steve?”

“Yeah,” Bucky nodded, “None of them know you exist.”

“Good. Let’s keep it that way.”

“Why?” Bucky was taken aback.

“Although I trust you…” You trailed off, trying to find the right words, “There’s just so many people in that camp and I don’t know if they’re all good.”

“I know these guys,” He reassured you, “Nobody's gonna chase you away for having wings. It’s not like your village–”

“Hey!” You cut in, “There are good people in my village. Just a few nutjobs that would follow the Cleric to the end spoiled it all.”

“Okay,” He said, “Sorry, sorry, just please keep your voice down. They’ll hear us.”

“I’m sorry too.” You said, then looked to the sky. “Well, I want to get out of here before midnight, and that’s fast approaching.”

“And my shift ends then.”

“See you in three days?”

“Sounds like a deal.” 

You started on the journey back home, flying so low you occasionally brushed the treetops. At noon you stopped to refill your waterskin in a freezing stream, but aside from that, the whole day was spent flying. It was a wondrous feeling, even though it was quite tiring. In a way, it was a lot like swimming. You were fully in control, every motion affected how you moved. The air rushed by you, icy.

You continued to meet with Bucky every few days. One day, when spring was still weeks away, you were flying home. As the first hints of evening came around, your valley came into view. Diving into it, you soared along the bottom. You saw something strange, slowed down, and grabbed on to a tree. 

There was a large swath of fallen trees, right below the train tracks. You got closer, and saw it was caused by a few railcars. They seemed to have fallen not too long ago, as no snow had settled on them yet.

You launched off the tree, and glided to a tipped over railcar. It was made of a smooth dark metal only interrupted by the large door. With a considerable amount of effort, you managed to unlatch the bolt holding it closed and push it open. You slipped inside. The car was filled with crates. One had smashed open during the fall, and you examined its contents of strangely shaped guns.

You knew this was the type of thing Bucky needed to know about, so you carefully removed a piece of paper from your pocket, and started to sketch out one of the weapons. It had cylindrical barrels, a blue light on top, and a wire connecting the two. After that was finished, you looked at the outside of the crate. On the side there were symbols, but you couldn’t read what they said. Despite that, you copied them down onto your paper.

You looked around some more, and found a dead body. He was dressed in a HYDRA uniform, complete with the octopus-headed arm patch. It looked as though he’d been tossed around and killed by the fall, but that wasn’t the scariest part. If he was on the train, there must be others.

Rushing to put everything back in place, you quickly fled to the trees. From there, you simply watched the train. A few hours later, a team of no more than six trekked towards the fallen train. 

They wore HYDRA uniforms, and carried huge canisters on their backs. 

One went ahead to each train car, dousing it with a shimmering liquid. When he gave the all clear to the group, they opened the valves on their equipment and shot fire at the train. 

Within moments it was up in flames burning ten feet tall. The fire didn’t stay put, embers were already jumping to the nearby trees. With the smoke clouding the sky behind you, you flew home, hoping against hope that the HYDRA men didn’t see you. 

Watching the trees you hunted in for years go up in flames hurt. It was like a part of you was burning.

When you finally touched down at home, you looked back at the looming column of smoke. It was miles away, and still filled half the sky. Was it going to spread this far? You hoped not, but still wanted to be prepared for the worst. 

You packed up your most important things (the papers from Bucky, the map, and some basic survival supplies) and kept them in a bag right by the door. Just in case the fire spread. 

Days later, you arrived back at the clearing where you waited in the trees. Just before midnight, Bucky arrived.

“Hello!” You jumped down from the tree, landing right behind him.

“Jeez kid, do you always have to scare me like that?” He laughed.

“No, but I like to.” You still spoke to each other in the mixed up language made from English, a little German, and your native language. Both of you were much smoother with it now. 

“I found something interesting,” You said, taking out the papers in your bag.

“Right to business, okay.” Bucky nodded.

“What does this say?” You tapped the letters you copied from the crate.

“Arnimhilation 99L Assault Weapon,” He said, “Where did you see this?”

“I found a train that fell from the tracks. There were tons of crates full of these.” You took the drawing you made out of your bag, and showed it to him. After a moment of staring at the paper, Bucky finally said something.

“How… How many of these were there?”

“I only checked one train car, but they were stacked floor to ceiling.” You tallied them up in your head, “There were about 200 crates.”

“With that number of 99L’s…” He trailed off.

“HYDRA… they came back,” You closed your eyes, trying not to remember the flames lapping up the forest that you called home, and took a steadying breath. “And they burned the entire train. There was nothing left of the weapons, just the empty metal shells of the train cars. I checked the day the flames died down.”

“If they can afford to send an entire trainload of them up in flames, then they must have countless…” The implications of that silently hung in the air. 

“This wreck has brought more HYDRA agents into my valley. I don’t… I don’t know if I can go home. I don’t know if I’m going to come home to a burned hole in the ground! I don’t know if they’ll find me in the middle of the night and whisk me away. I- I’m scared.”

A tear slipped down your cheek, and Bucky pulled you in for a hug.

“It’s gonna be alright.” He said, “I won’t let that happen. You’re like family to me, and I protect my family, they’re the whole reason I’m out here.”

“Thank you.” It had been a long time since anyone hugged you, but this felt safe. He would do what your mother couldn’t, and protect you.

“... then we’ll cut them off when they come through the pass here.” Bucky pointed to a small break in the mountains on the map. His fellow Howling Commandos were crowded around a table, along with Agent Carter, Howard Stark, and a half-dozen assorted personnel.

“Any questions?” Bucky asked. A brief pause, then people started to filter out of the tent and towards the mess hall. As he was about to leave, Steve pulled him aside.

“Hey Buck,” He said, “Can we talk?”

“Of course.”

“Privately.” Steve eyed the few people still in the room. Bucky nodded, slipped out of the tent, and went to a secret spot behind the latrines. The smell kept most others away, but not these two. Steve and Bucky would meet there when they didn’t want to be overheard. Today was definitely one of those days.

A few moments later, Steve quietly joined Bucky.

“Is everything okay?” Bucky asked.

“That’s what I was gonna ask you,” He paused, “Among other things. You’ve been a little off since you got back, and you haven’t told anyone about it. Not even me. Did something happen out there?”

Bucky hesitated for a moment, maybe if he told Steve about you he’d understand and want to meet you. Then he remembered how fearful you had looked when he even suggested the idea of meeting someone new.

“No.” He said decisively, “Nothing happened. I mean, it was hellish, don’t get me wrong, but I’ve been trained well, and I got through it.”

“Okay,” nodded Steve, “You sure nobody helped you? You didn’t find an abandoned cabin, or a crate of supplies?”

“No.” He felt terrible lying to his closest friend, but it had to be done. He’d sworn to protect you, and he intended to keep his promise.

“Bucky,” Steve looked into his eyes, “I know you’re lying. I’ve known for a while. You were dropped off outside our medical tent wrapped in a blanket, too sick to even sit on your own. I was willing to let that slide. But now, in there,” He pointed back toward the tent where the briefing had taken place, “You magically know which pass HYDRA is planning on taking.”

“I-” But Bucky had no excuses. He wasn’t supposed to know that. How could he know that? You had intercepted a messenger bird, (which HYDRA used for medium range communication instead of radios, so as to avoid Allies overhearing them), made a copy, and took it to Bucky.

“Buck.” Steve said, “You’re a terrible liar. If you don’t tell me the truth before we leave for the mission, I’ll have to report you. I can’t risk lives to preserve our friendship.”

“I know.”

He’s different today. Agitated. On edge. There’s something gnawing at him from the inside. You were going to ask, then thought better of it. If he needed to tell you, he would. So instead of delving into it, you exchanged food and information. 

“I’m afraid I haven’t got much to say.” You said, “Their formations all line up with the info we got from the bird. Do the Allies have a plan to utilize the information?”

“Yeah,” nodded Bucky, “We’re intercepting them after they come through the pass. Hopefully they won’t throw us any curveballs.”

“When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.” A silence settled over the clearing, which was strange since you and Bucky usually had lively banter. You had just opened your mouth to speak, when you heard something. Someone breathing nearby. It wasn’t you or Bucky, and it wasn’t an animal. 

There was a person hidden somewhere in the leaves, watching the two of you.

You slunk backwards into the forest, and bobbed your head towards the noise to warn Bucky. He turned to look. Almost immediately, the man watching you stepped out from the woods, his hand on the holster on his hip.

“Steve?” Bucky said.

“Bucky,” The other man, presumably Steve, said. They argued for many minutes. You could only make out a few words here and there, but from that and their tone you pieced together that Bucky was trying to convince Steve to go home, while Steve demanded to know who Bucky had been talking to. 

Things got more heated, and Steve took out his gun. Immediately, Bucky’s hands went into the air and he took a step back. 

“Steve, you don’t need to do this.”

“How do I know you’re not selling Allied secrets?” Steve looked deeply betrayed, “Or setting us up for an ambush?”

“I promise I’m not.”

“I can’t just take your wor–” He abruptly stopped talking, and his jaw dropped.

Behind Bucky, you had stepped out of the shadows. Your wings glistened in the moonlight. Bucky dared a glance behind him, and saw you.

“Don’t hurt them.” He turned back to Steve, “Don’t hurt them, they’re just a kid.”

Wordlessly, Steve nodded and lowered his weapon. Then Bucky switched languages and spoke to you.

“Y/n, why didn’t you escape?”

“This man is threatening you. I could not leave you to face him alone.”

“He’s my friend.” Bucky replied. You raised an eyebrow at this.

“Friends do not threaten one another.”

“Yeah, well, these are strange times.”

“Hey!” Steve shouted, “Can we switch to English, please? Bucky, what the Hell is going on?”

Bucky nodded, and explained what had happened after his fall, you saving him, bringing him back to the Allies, and now spying on HYDRA for them.

“They’ve been giving me information on HYDRA movements in the area,” said Bucky, “And I’ve been giving them food and supplies in exchange.”

“Okay.” Steve said. By this time, his gun was holstered, and he was sitting on a stump across from you and Bucky. The log you were sitting on was freshly fallen, and you were running your fingers up and down the bark while the three of you talked. Bucky served as interpreter between you and Steve.

“How long have they been out here for?” Steve asked.

“Five years.” Bucky replied.

“All on their own?”

“They’re one tough cookie.”

Steve agreed to keep your existence secret, but he also made it clear that if you wanted to join them, you were more than welcome. He even said that after the war you could come to America with them. You declined the offer, and explained that in a few years you intended to go back to your home village.

“By then the Cleric should be dead.” You said, “He was old when I left, anyway.”

Steve nodded, “If you ever change your mind, my offer still stands.”

You tagged along from the shadows when the Howling Commandos went on missions, always watching them. When he learned of this, Bucky insisted you learn to shoot and that you carried a gun with you.

“I can’t have you in a battlefield without a weapon!”

“I always stay by the outskirts. So really, I’m not in the battle.”

On one mission, you were in a tree overlooking the battle, and Bucky was directly underneath it. Today he was tasked with being a sniper, so his entire focus was on the battle. Who had a clear shot on Steve? Was someone in that window? 

He didn’t see the HYDRA agent sneaking up behind him, but you did. It felt like slow motion, the man noticed Bucky, drew his gun, and just as he was taking aim, you swooped in. The shot rang out, but the bullet simply glanced off your wings, ricocheting off into some poor tree.

Surprised at your sudden appearance, the HYDRA agent didn’t even see as Bucky appeared from behind you and shot him.

“Are you okay?” Was the first thing Bucky said.

“I think so,” You replied while your fingers traced over your wing, “Could you take a look?”

“There’s barely a mark,” He said, “Does this hurt?” He gently touched the spot the bullet had hit.

“No.” You shook your head.

“That’s incredible!” Bucky mused, more to himself than you. “If Stark could take a look at your wings, perhaps we could design some better armor…”

Ever since that day you’d been a bit bolder in battles, more willing to be in the midst of it, and more thankful that you’d learned to shoot. 

The Commandos were familiar with you, since you followed them around, but none of them really knew you. Bucky introduced you to them one on one and you were able to tie together names and faces, but you didn't interact much. Instead, you focused on improving your English and your physical strength.

While you enjoyed following the Howling Commandos and being closer to Bucky, it meant you didn’t  go home to sleep. Instead you strung up a hammock in the trees past the borders of the camp. 

As you were packing up one morning, Bucky approached.

“There’s a burned patch up ahead,” He began, “And the trees are all dead.”

“Yes. It’s not uncommon for HYDRA to start wildfires for fun.” You said. “What’s the problem?”

“Their roots were the only thing holding the dirt in place. It’s too unstable to drive our trucks over. We can probably walk it without too much of an issue, but it’s huge. Since it’s so dangerous, do you wanna walk by me?”

“I’d be happy to.”

When you first saw the burned area, the contrast between the small buds just starting to appear on the trees behind you, and the crunchy charcoal swath of land in front of you was shocking. The last few living trees were singed on one side, and alive on the other.

As you trekked through the burned landscape with Bucky and his group, it felt oddly reminiscent of going hunting with your father. Even though you’d only known Bucky for a month or two, you couldn’t help but think of him in a fatherly manner.

At nightfall, the Howling Commandos stopped at a burned out village to rest. Since there were no trees standing to hang your hammock from, you reluctantly set it down at the edge of the campfire’s light near the others’. During the night you awoke, and couldn’t go back to sleep, so you stargazed.

Staring up at the stars, you did some mental calculations and came to a gut-wrenching realization. This was your village. You stood, and looked around. To your right was the slope leading to the stream, which meant that your house was just a few moments away.

Filled with fear you half-stumbled-half-flew to your family’s home. All you saw was a pile of rubble. You fell to your knees, but did not let yourself cry. Maybe they had escaped. Yes, your family had been warned and escaped, that must be it!

Digging through the ash, you found bodies. You uncovered two. Both wrapped around each other protectively. They were badly burnt and a little old, but you could tell who they were.

Your parents.

That’s where Bucky found you early the next morning. Kneeling in the ash of your family home, weeping over your parents. Wordlessly, he sat next to you. You leaned over and hugged him, wiping your tears on his shoulder.

“Do you want to bury them?” He asked. 

You nodded. Bucky grabbed a shovel and started breaking through the icy ground near the house. He called over Steve to help him. When the two of them were done, you went to have one final look at your parents. 

Your eyes drifted to a dark chain around your father’s neck. It was the necklace you had gifted him years ago. 

“It’s been years since you’ve seen me.” You said, stifling a laugh, “Why do you still have this?” 

You gently unhooked it from around his neck, and slipped it into your pocket. Steve and Bucky lifted your parents into their grave, and started filling it back in. 

A few days later, when the mission was finally over, the Commandos returned to camp with you trailing along behind. As they all entered the base, you slipped away to the tallest tree you could find. Your legs ached from the long days of travel, so you flew to the highest branches. You found a nice one, where you could lean sideways on the tree trunk and overlook the camp on one side, and the forest on the other.

The sun started to set over the trees, and in its final rays you were able to pick out the metallic glint of Bucky’s arm approaching the camp’s exit. You watched as it came closer and closer to your tree, and eventually Bucky started climbing it. He pulled himself up not quite as high as you and unslung a pack from his shoulder. Opening it, he pulled out a tin. He removed the top off and offered it to you.

You reached down and took it. It was spam and lima beans. Raising an eyebrow, you looked at Bucky.

“Sorry,” He said, “It’s all they had today.”

You nodded and began eating.

“How’re you holding up?”

You shrugged in response.

“Don’t wanna talk about it?”

“Mmhm.”

“Alright.” Bucky nodded. “The view sure is great up here. You can see the trees are just starting to turn green, and the sky is beautiful.”

“Yeah.” You agreed, your voice wavering only a little. “This is the first real day of spring. On the walk back today, I saw a leaf.” 

You smiled, remembering the days of your childhood. 

“When someone found that first leaf, they’d go sprinting back to the village, tell all their friends, all their neighbors, and everyone would go out to see the leaf. The Cleric would declare a feast day, which was always stressful since we sometimes got less than an afternoon of notice, but it was always so much fun.

“It was traditional to give gifts to your father on this day. Little leaf themed things, rags, treats,” Your hand trailed to your pocket, “Jewelry.” Carefully, you took out the necklace that had graced your father’s neck. It was made of thin chain with a small teardrop-shaped bit of metal hanging off of it. It was stamped with the image of a leaf, impossibly tiny and intricate. You sat there for a moment longer, debating with yourself.

“Bucky,” You began, “There is another, much older, tradition that when a child’s parents die, their neighbors and friends all pitch in to raise them. I didn’t get that. My entire village–my whole people–has been wiped out.

“Will you take this necklace,” You held it up. “And be my father?”

He considered it for a moment, then smiled.

“Of course,” He said, but was cut off when you crashed into him, nearly suffocating him with a bone-crushing hug.

“Thank you.”

Later that night, Bucky brought you into camp, and went about getting you your own tent. You had tried to push back on this a little bit, but having your own personal space with protection from the elements did sound nice, so you went along with it. 

When it was finally set up, you and Bucky sat inside your tent drinking some tea. It was furnished with a small cot, a table, two chairs, and a chest. You’d already stashed your few belongings inside it, and found some uniforms. You held one up. The shirt’s sleeves were way too long, and the pants were barely calf-length.

“They just grabbed whatever they had extra of,” laughed Bucky, “You don’t have to wear them if you don’t want to.”

“I might wear the pants,” You said, “In a different size, of course, but the shirts aren’t made right. See?” You pointed to the back, “There’s no space for my wings!”

The two of you laughed for a while, but when silence eventually fell, the tears silently welled up inside your eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Bucky said when the first tear slipped down your cheek. Trying his best to calm you down, he crouched down next to your chair and said, “It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s okay to miss them.”

“It’s just so stupid!” You said, wiping at your tears, “I hadn’t even seen them in years, why is it making me so sad?”

“I don’t know.”

“And this necklace, too. Why does it hurt so much that he kept it?”

“It means they never forgot you.” Said Bucky. “Not when the Cleric chased you away, not during the harsh winter days, when they didn’t even know if you were alive.

“It hurts because they loved you. It hurts because you love them.”

That calmed you somewhat, and after a hug and some more tea you were able to get to sleep. In the morning, you wandered out to the mess hall, trying not to panic at all the people everywhere.

The man dishing out the morning’s stew–bean augmented with freshly caught rabbit–gave you a little bit of trouble for not being on the list. This almost escalated, since the men in line behind you were being held up, but Bucky stepped in and smoothed things over. 

“Being a Howling Commando has its perks.” He said as you followed him to a table. The rest of the Commandos were there, all eating breakfast.

“Everyone?” Bucky cleared his throat, “You’ve all met Y/n before, right?” Heads nodded, and Bucky continued.

“They’ve decided to join the Howling Commandos. Please welcome our newest member.” He nudged Steve, “Steve. The pin?”

Reaching into his pocket, Steve pulled out a small pin and passed it to Bucky. It was of a small yellow wing.

“Just in case you had any doubts about belonging here,” Bucky said, “Our symbol is the wing of the SSR Eagle. You’ll fit right in.”

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[an-angel-in-the-garden]

Not All Lost Hifumi x Male Reader Part 2

First a link to Part 1 if you missed it. Next here are some trigger warnings- Reader gains a shadow, mild violence, mention of assault, self doubt and loathing, harsh language and somewhat dark content. This is hurt with comfort so nothing major but if you're in a bad headspace it might not be great to read. I'm basing all of this on things the requester asked for. 

It felt like it would go on forever at first or maybe that she had found yet another dead end but eventually she reached the top. A large oak door with a shogi king piece carved into it, Hifumi hurried to push the door open. Waiting on the other side was a rooftop looking almost like a chess board , there are wilted flowers that line the walls and a throne that sits in the middle of it all. It's there she sees him waiting. Looking almost sleepy in his thorne was Y/N. A long robe in a dark rich blue, detailed with gold and wearing a crown there's a staff leaning near his side. " Y/N?" His eyes shift to meet hers. " Why..Why do you have a-" Her words get cut off as a sharp pain shoots through her head. Before her body can hit the ground shadows curl and wrap around her to keep her safe and everything fades out to nothing. 

It was hard to get a grasp on everything when she first woke up. Hifumi couldn't remember where she was or what had happened; it was all just a blur. Vision slowly comes back as does the memories of what lead up to now. There's a moment of panic upon realizing she's no longer on the ground. Hifumi has to take a few minutes to process the sight in front of her. Trapped within a floating bubble the world around her almost seems to be glowing with life for the first time since she arrived. The old and worn castle seems a little more put together now with plants that have grown and wrapped around the building. The garden is in full bloom suddenly, sparkling almost crystal like vines that twist around the soft petals of living flowers. The world is devoid of shadows, something Hifumi thought would be impossible.

For an unknown amount of time after that Hifumi just stares, the sights and sounds are so different to everything she's seen in this world. The heart of Y/N may be in turmoil but there's clearly something good he's holding on to. It helps shape his inner world, there's a sound from her left with a startled glance Hifumi comes face to face with Y/N. Still dressed in the same robes as before. " What happened?" Her voice is a near whisper and for a moment she worries he didn't hear her. " I put you somewhere safe. If I didn't you would have just attacked me. You still could, I suppose, though I doubt it would work." He settles back down, leaning into the bubble and looking at the flowers below. " Why would you come here alone, it's not like you to make such a reckless move Hifumi.

" How did you know it was me?"

" How could I not know? We've been friends for a while now, no matter what changes I'll always recognize you. " His words are so simple yet Hifumi feels her heart skip a beat. " Why did you do all of this? If something was troubling you you could have come to me. I would always be there to help-" " Would you really? If you knew why I was hurt would you be there? As is your new friends are already so much better so why would I matter?!" His voice grows louder for only a second. It's clear he has to hold back from screaming. Whatever has caused this was breaking him and it hurts Hifumi to see.

" Please Y/N, please just tell me what's wrong. I thought we were friends? That we could share anything! I was happy like that but then you started pushing me away! Why?!"

" Because you deserve better." His voice now wobbles, its quite and nearly broken. Hifumi shakes her head. " How did you come to that idea. I like spending time with you." He sighs and for a few minutes they sit together in uncomfortable silence. " You have a lot of new friends don't you? They seem nice. The one with glasses seems to really like spending time with you, you two have been playing shoji a lot." Hifumi furrowed her brow. " What does that have to do with anything?"

" You also seem to like spending time with him and don't try to deny it! I've seen how you both look at each other. I knew I never had a chance to begin with but do you know how much it hurts to be pushed to the side. To see my spot next to you taken by someone like that. It makes me want to scream! I thought I was okay just staying friends, as long as we meet up and smile everything would be okay but I was wrong. I love you..I love you more than I even thought and it kills me to think you'll forget about me because I'm not as good as your new friends."

By the end of his rant Y/n is gasping for breath, tears cloud his vision and the world around them shakes as his emotions run rampant. Hifumi is left in shock and for a several minutes everything goes silent. Y/n's breathing seemed to stop as if waiting for Hifumi to say something, anything, good or bad. Finally sound comes rushing back. Hifumi feels like she could cry. " Y/n…It was never like that. I would never replace you! You aren't replaceable, you're my best friend and one of the most important people in my life. I would never want you to leave my side." The world goes still. " Do you mean that Hifumi?" " Of course I do." she reaches up and removes her mask and softly smiles. Y/n relaxes and smiles back mouthing a thank you that can not be heard as the world fades to white.

Hifumi jolts upright unsure for a moment where she could be. As her vision clears the sight of flowers reminds her of Y/N, of what he said and everything that happened. After briefly checking the metanav she finds his palace gone and rushes to find him. Waiting within the church looking more tired then she'd seen him in weeks was Y/n. " Your here?" Hifumi takes a few heaving breaths before plopping down next to him. " I knew you would show up…of course I waited." His words make her smile. " Thank you then. Sorry it took so long but..I'm glad you're here. There's something I need to talk with you about."

" Before you say anything Hifumi may I speak?" There's a pause before Hifumi nods. " I really like you. I think I have for a while and I know you might not feel the same but I want you to know. No matter what I'm supporting you okay!" Y/n smiles seeming completely content now that he's said that. Hifumi turns her head away to compose herself before taking the leap and scooting close. " I like you too Y/n. Thank you for staying by my side. I promise we'll be together from now on." Happy and tired the night continues to drag on, the pair stay sitting in the quiet church and when they part ways both smile ready for tomorrow where they will meet hand in hand.

Well…..this was a very long thing and took a very long time to write. It's been months and I feel so bad it took me this long but thank you so much for being patient with me! This was requested by someone who wanted to remain anonymous but they were so nice to me while requesting. Very thorough and detailed about everything super helpful with the idea and I really hope you like it. Now then have a lovely day or night ~ Lilly

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Break room

The wedding, interlude

[Dany's story] [The wedding, part 1]

Wrote this very introspective piece a while ago, and think I could just post it. Referenced characters Ridley and B are @hackles-up , as always. Bride!Dany, barely holding it together.

Cw - not really. Whumpee giving up, implied non consentual marriage (f/m), implied noncon touch.

It's too much.

The stares, the words, the hands. There's soft music, soft voices, soft colours, soft fabric, but nobody cares about the harshness right under the surface.

People congratulate me with perfect smiles, how beautiful I look, how lucky I am to have found a man like Ridley. I don't know what is worse. The ones who really seem to believe in the superficial lie this marriage is, in the image he wants to paint to the public, or the ones whose lips twitch sarcastically while they hug me and whose hands wander too low on my back, because they know what I am. What he's made me into.

It won't stop. It'll never end. I'm his wife now, but I'll stay his pet. Till death do us part.

Faces blur in front of me, words turn into sound without meaning. Smile, Leo has told me, and I do, I smile and I nod and I nip on the glass of champagne in my hand that someone keeps refilling. Ridley was by my side for a while, but he isn't any longer. Doesn't matter. Someone is always watching.

"Can't wait for the next time he brings you over," a middle aged man breathes into my hair, while shaking my hand very stately. I don't remember his face, but something to his voice lets me shiver. "You were a little... stubborn last time, though. Let's hope marriage made you a little more mellow, hm."

Before I can mumble a reply, the next one in line steps up, the next stranger hugs me.

"Congratulations, Mrs Lordin," she chirps. "You must be so happy. You've won the grand prize, haven't you?"

The world is spinning. "No, I'm..." I shake my head, reach for the corner of the closest table to steady myself. Shakily, I put my glass down. "I'm sorry, please, excuse me, I... I don't feel so well."

I didn't trust my legs to carry me, but they do as I all but flee the ballroom. The washrooms are in the basement, pink marble stairs, chandeliers, and plushy carpets. Golden rimmed mirrors on the corridor walls reflect my face, pale under the precisely applied make up, barely contrasting the white dress. Diamonds sparkle around my neck and from the tiara in my hair, bright enough to distract from the dull void in my eyes.

Danielle Lordin.

A perfect trophy.

They won.

I close my eyes and rest my forehead against the cool glass of the mirror, hoping it could just swallow me, open a portal to another dimension, bring me back maybe, to reality, my reality, my life, out of this nightmare.

There is no portal.

Just me, wearing a too tight dress and a name that doesn't belong to me.

"Fuck," I whisper. It comes out as a sob. "Fuck."

I can hear faint wisps of the music from upstairs and elated voices from the bathroom. Guests, enjoying themselves, celebrating my misery. They're about to step out.

Fuck. Whoever this is, they mustn't see me cry. I hurry forward, down the corridor. "Staff only", the next door says. It opens when I turn the door knob, and I vanish into it just as the washroom door behind me swings open. My ears pressed to the door, I can hear the chattering voices turn louder for a moment and are then swallowed by the carpet, heels clicking on marble stairs, as the guests return to the party.

I exhale in relief.

"Ma'am?" I stare into the wide eyes of a young woman in a catering uniform. "Are you alright?"

For a second, I consider laughing. The last time I've been alright was almost a year ago. Before I've met Ridley Lordin. My husband, as of today.

"No," I admit. "I'm not good at all."

She bites her lip. "Aren't you... You're... the bride, right?"

I manage a smile. "What gave it away?"

She blushes. "Excuse me, ma'am, I didn't... I, uh. Can I help you with something?"

Only now do I take in the room around us. It's fairly spacious, holds some lockers, benches and cabinets. There's a bunch of plastic wrapped uniforms on a coat rack. Changing room for the staff, presumably. The girl has dropped a bag to the ground. I can make out blue jeans and a pair of sneakers in it.

She is about my size, I guess. Little shorter, little more muscular. But I could probably fit into her clothes. Change my appearance, find a back door, just walk out and away. From the ballroom, the wedding, Ridley.

She notices my gaze, I think. She looks me down as well, then frowns, softly tapping her foot against the bag.

She'd do it. I'd only have to ask.

The scars on my hand are itching horribly.

It's too late. I'm Danielle Lordin now. There's nowhere left to go. I wouldn't make it. I couldn't. Not with B on the other side, either the first one to be sent after me, or the first one to pay for my rebellion.

Not with B on the line.

"No," I say, finally, shaking my head. I'm dizzy "No, I... I just need to rest for a moment."

[ddew]

Red - Chapter 1

Kara was running a little late. Well, theoretically at least. She had to be at work in five minutes and CatCo was a 30-minute commute from her apartment. Good thing you didn’t have rely on the sub when you can literally fly at Mach 5.

Theoretically of curse. The sonic boom would kill her neighbors if she tried.

So normally she would be safe, but five (more like four now) minutes was cutting it close, even for her. But for some reason Kara couldn’t get herself to care while she was drying of from her shower.

She was exhausted. Not a physical exhaustion, putting down the alien of the week took all night, but wasn’t a taxing fight. It couldn’t hurt her, but damage control was important and keeping the green blob from destroying apartment buildings hat been very stressful. No, she was in a slump. 

At work she was doing one puff piece after another, James and Winn were grinding her gears, Alex Job as the DEO’s new director pretty much destroyed her private life and the alien-, terrorist- and wierdo-attacks came in at a ridiculous regularity. 

The days started to blur into each other. Everything stayed the same. Was Supergirl still the symbol of hope she was supposed to be, or more like the fire department? Needed, but pretty much ignored unless there’s a fire.

Well, she didn’t have time for those fundamental discussions, she only had … shit two minutes left. In a whirlwind of speed, she dried herself, throw on some clothes and was about to finish what little make-up she needed when she suddenly stopped.

There was lipstick on her dresser. 

That fact in itself wasn’t that unusual. While she was partial to gloss or balm (or perfectly colored, yellow sun enhanced, ideally sculpted natural lips) she owned a few tubes for special events. She didn’t remember to have one in this distinct shape of red so. Normally she wouldn’t care, but this lipstick was calling to her.

Maybe she wanted to do something new. A change from the cardigans and wallflower Danvers. Just to get her out of this slump.

Yes, the more she thought about it, the more sense it made. This color would change her day. Like a new haircut, or a new job, or a new favorite dress.

Slowly she picked it up and opened the tube. The emotional fatigue began to leave her body as she started to hum with an unknown energy. Unbeknown to herself her eyes were gaining a foreign glint as she swore the red cosmetic item was whispering to her.

Putting in on felt sensual and wrong and oh sooooo right. It was like kissing an exotic woman, exploring her mouth. And she felt free, and strong as if everything that drained her left her body accompanied by soft moan … No, this was wrong … very wrong … she knew that feeling. She felt it before.

Red Kryptonite.

Kara opened her eyes in shock, but nothing could have prepared her for her own reflection in the mirror. Ruby red eyes looked back at her. Glowing … waiting … expecting.

This was new. She knew of the veins of kryptonite wrecking her body the last time she was under its influence, but this was different. Almost … symbiotic. But she was sure: This was Red K. But still somehow different. She wasn’t angry, but carefree. Didn’t see the world in a haze of hate. On the contrary, it was like she was never more lucid in her life.

And those red eyes were also new. Like sparkling precious stones. Warm … welcoming … hypnotic.

Slowly she raised her hand again and coated her lips in a thick layer of red perfection. All while looking into her own eyes. Falling deeper and deeper into a trance of her own making.

When she was done, the lipstick fell, its job completed, and Kara stared at her own face, raised a finger to her lips, touching the red paint as if afraid it could vanish any second.

Slowly the finger departed her lips, left a soft trace down her chin, her hand caressed her neck, opened a few shirt buttons all the way down bust where it grabbed her breast in a strong grip.

She moaned loud and deep. Her other hand went through her hair, letting it down while it was there. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more. She ripped her shirt open, her pencil-skirt couldn’t hold her strong legs anymore. Her Bra went the same way and before she new her fingers where at her mouth again … sucking … licking … and finally … entering her. With powerful trusts she rocked herself to orgasm after orgasm to her own perfect reflection.

And why wouldn’t she, she was sin incarnated. Men wanted her, but none could have her. Women wanted to be her but would fail. 

When even her legs of steel started to buckle, she slowly stopped. It would take her a few minutes to come down from her high and when she opened her eyes, she ripped clothing, tangled hair and still was the most perfect female specimen available.

She was a god.

And it was time for the world to see her like that. It was time for her to imprint some of her perfection onto the planet that had hosted her. She was a benevolent god.

But first she needed to find her mysterious benefactor. The one that planted the lipstick in her apartment. It wasn’t difficult the think of the most probable candidate. Very few people hat the knowledge, means and opportunity for this. 

In a burst of speed, she shed her ruined clothing. This was more Kara Danvers style anyway, not something Kara Zor-El would were. She came back in a stunning red dress. Something she bought for a very special occasion. It went well with her red lips, eyes and windswept hair.

One last look and smirk into the mirror and she was gone.

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some supergirl fanfiction with heavy mind control elements I wrote years ago

[sweetnothingtm]

i genuinely need simon to be so mean, like mocking and laughing when reader is is begging to cum and calling her names when he finds out she gets off on it. this man has actually ruined me

awooga!! i would drink his spit w a straw ♡

simon riley has a habit to lose his sense of control.

he’s greedy, overbearing and rough - always waiting for you to crack and shatter beneath him. with his dark and haunting presence occupying the blank canvas of your mind, simon painted the devastating picture of you on your knees for him.

your knew it too - eyes wide with excitement and teeth digging into your bottom lip each time his fingers ghosted over your throat. his gaze would pin you where you stood, full lips drawn into a pout, a violent laugh leaving his lips at the sight.

his hands would yank your hair harshly, head falling backwards and the feeling of his hot breath fanning against your exposed skin as you whined.

aww - am i being too mean, love?

it hurts, simon

that’s a damn fucking shame, isn’t it? maybe you should learn to take it like the filthy slut you are.

simon liked to pull the worst out of you.

he reasoned that you could take it, always worshipping his presence like a lost religion. you were desperate and eager for his attention, catching his gaze in the halls and smiling softly, eyes lit up with mischief each night he opened the door.

months spent finding yourself sprawled against his sheets, breaths heavy and uneven as his head rests between your thighs. his words are burned into your skin, the scars still lingering and tugging at the seams of your sanity.

there’s times where he’s got a boot on your cheek, pressing it further into your jaw until you’re crying out in pain. he’d glance down at you, eyes dark with sinister intent as your lips wobble and vision began to blur with tears. simon would sigh, shaking his head in disappointment as tears rolled down your swollen red cheeks.

shut the fuck up and stop fucking crying - it won’t do you any good. get on your knees, sweetheart

yes, sir.

you never did learn how to behave.

and it’s so hard - almost impossible when he seems to abandon all rationality if he catches you slipping up. a missed report, a quick remark, even looking in the wrong direction can trigger an onslaught of his rage.

his presence drowned you out - like a siren lost at sea, you desperately tried to regain ground each time he has a hand wrapped around you, eyes sharp and haunting.

simon savored the nights you spent lying on his bed, figure twisted against his own and back arching at his lingering touches. his voice would whisper devastating and filthy secrets to you, and they stuck to you like shards of glass. he’d come to find out you liked it just as much as him - if not more.

you spoke out of turn one night, hot-faced and receding into yourself, you looked to simon with wide eyes and waited patiently for his punishment. his fingertips brushed his belt, his laugh dark and mocking as you begged for forgiveness.

i’m so sorry, simon - i didn’t mean it

i don’t give a fuck what you meant - i hope you pray to god that i don’t ruin that pretty little face of yours.

he fed you every shattered piece of his heart, lips pulling into a smirk and eyes sparkling with intensity of a forest fire only he knew how to snuff out. you’d follow him like a lost dog, always trying to catch up and gain his attention.

he never made it easy on you.

when you’re pinned beneath him, hot moans and desperate begging filling the room, he’d wrap a hand around your neck and press you further into his sheets. his voice, dark and persuasive, would push you to the edge until you’re clinging on with eyes squeezed shut and body reeling from his greedy touch.

he’d press himself further into you, harsh laughs echoing throughout the room when you’d look up to him and plead. simon became the worst version of himself just for you, his dark chuckles mocking and eyes ablaze with pleasure when you’d moan out his name, clawing at his back in a desperate attempt to regain a sense of control.

he always saw that little sparkle in your eyes, pure ecstasy crossing your features as his thrusts became sloppy against you. simons a glutton for punishment, and you take it like a champion.

you like that, little slut? gonna make me forget you ever tried to disrespect me?

simon - please, i can’t take it anymore

yes you can - i know it. what makes you think you deserve me anyways? nasty fucking bitch

please. please. please

there’s my good whore - so needy and desperate. better be on your best behavior, love. i’m not finished with you yet.

you never meant to give yourself to him in your entirety, but he took it like a stolen vow.

i promise, simon.

[starryhyuck]

danger. (m)

pairing: alpha!johnny x omega!reader x alpha!jaehyun

words: 2.5k+

summary: your mother has always warned you about the dangers of an alpha. she never realized how lethal two of them were.

genre: smut

warnings: dom!johnny, dom!jaehyun, double penetration, knotting, creampies, multiple orgasms, manhandling, the reader is basically johnjae’s personal whore

For over ten years, the existence of omegas have become nearly extinct.

Alphas have been forced to settle with betas who have not yet presented themselves, causing massive displeasure across many households worldwide. The decline of omegas was due to the careless possessiveness of an alpha, driving most of these creatures to murder their omega out of pure rage. Since the body counts of omegas began increasing, very few betas have stepped out to present themselves as omegas. In fact, many betas have gone missing.

Your parents were an alpha-omega pairing, up until your father attempted to murder your mother after spotting her chatting with a male co-worker. Luckily, your mother was able to escape with you before she lost her life.

You’ve both lived in seclusion since then, rarely going out in fear that another alpha would mark his claim. The only person you’ve ever been spoken with was your mother, and most of her stories of the haunting alphas who would kill you at first sight were honestly boring you to death already. Once you had reached the age where your sexual desires were beginning to take over any competent part of your mind, you began taking more and more risks.

It was quite easy for alphas to sense when an omega was near — the mere scent alone could send a frenzy in a crowded area. Your mother drew up maps to avoid any alpha infested areas, and the both of you frequented beta hangouts with no issue.

One evening, you were desiring a drink at one of the beta owned clubs down the street. You were celebrating a surge of customers that flooded into your self-owned business, feeling the heavy weight of cash in your pockets. Working from home meant celebrating victories alone, and tonight, you wanted a different change of scenery. The club was packed with betas who danced happily with one another, which you assume was because of the lack of alphas. Too many alphas in a crowded place presented a huge issue in terms of dominance. Their instincts drove them to physical fights if they felt other alphas were trying to claim territory.

You’re lucky that there aren’t any alphas present tonight, knowing your fate if there was. You slide onto one of the barstools, grinning happily at the bartender.

Taeil laughs. “Good day at work?”

“The best,” you smile. “Can you whip up something to take my mind off of things?”

He nods before grabbing a concoction of different alcoholic beverages and mixing them together. You sip happily at his creation when you feel a warm body spin towards you.

You’re taken aback by the handsome man in front of you, eyes sparkling and dimples appearing. If you weren’t so certain that everyone in this club was a beta, you would immediately assume the man in front of you was an alpha. His smile puts your mind at ease.

“Haven’t seen you here before. Celebrating something?”

You grin flirtatiously at him. Your mother never warned you about handsome betas, after all.

“A good day at work. Treating myself to a nice night out.”

He hums lowly, and the sound shoots straight to your core. His fingers tap his glass full of whiskey, chuckling to himself.

“Sounds nice. Just enjoying the evening by yourself?”

You could hear the implication in his tone and if anything, it just made you more wet. You gulp down another taste of Taeil’s unknown mixed drink, rubbing your thighs together to try and gain some friction.

“It’s how I usually spend my evenings. Although, I’m not opposed to spending it with a partner.”

He grins. There’s something about his smile — something so minuscule that you feel as if you’re missing some part of this equation. The man swallows the rest of his drink before slamming his glass back down on the counter.

“My place is only a few blocks away, if you’re up for it.”

You were definitely up for it. You both stumble to Jaehyun’s apartment, learning his name along the way as you enjoy the way yours sounds rolling off of his tongue. Everything seems perfectly fine until he locks his front door.

Then, your omega can sense it. Danger.

Jaehyun chuckles, but this time, it doesn’t send the feeling of warmth through your heart.

“Silly omegas. So gullible.”

There’s a ringing sound in your ears. All you can think about is your mother, and how impossibly right she was about alphas.

“Y-You c-c-can’t be-“

“I can’t be an alpha?” He smiles mischievously, circling your body in the middle of his hallway. “I’ve gotten good at hiding my identity ever since I discovered omegas were only comfortable around betas. I spent months visiting that bar, hoping to catch a vulnerable omega in need of her alpha.”

“I-I don’t need an alpha.”

Then, there’s another laugh that echoes the room, and it’s not Jaehyun’s. A taller man steps out from the shadows, smirking at the sight of you.

“It’s not nice to play with food, Jaehyun. They get too talkative.”

Jaehyun laughs dangerously close to your ear. “But she’s so sweet, Johnny. Haven’t seen one this pliant in a while.”

Jaehyun’s hand slides up your arm as his body presses against your back. You jump at the sudden contact. His touch ignites something within you, a deep feeling of lust building in your stomach.

“Can you feel that, baby? That’s what it’s like to be touched by an alpha.”

Suddenly, the nerves that were engulfing your mind before were gone, only filled with the urge to submit to your alpha. Your eyes roam to Johnny’s figure, who’s been observing the both of you this entire time, eyes swimming with lust.

It was rare for two alphas to get along, especially when it came to omegas. Their quest for dominance and protection usually overrides anything else, and similar goals shared with other alphas caused them to clash. Johnny, however, did not seem the least bit perturbed when Jaehyun’s hands began roaming the expanse of your body.

“Never been touched before, have you?” Johnny smirks.

You shudder when Jaehyun begins pressing kisses onto your neck. “N-No, alpha.”

He smiles. “Looks like she’s learned her place.”

“Deserves a reward, don’t you think?” Jaehyun questions, gazing at Johnny with the ask for permission.

He nods once, and before you know it, you’re being pulled into a bedroom and shoved face down on the mattress. You whimper, feeling your underwear dampen when Jaehyun’s hands roughly grip your hips. Your fingers tighten around his sheets, breathing in his scent. You don’t even know where Johnny has gone but Jaehyun makes sure he has all of your attention.

“Look at you,” he chuckles darkly. “Just in the right position to breed your little hole.”

You’ve lost all dignity at this point — your mother’s warnings becoming a distant whisper. Jaehyun pushes you farther down until your back aches from the arch, ass high up in the air for everyone to see.

“Want to go first?���

You know Jaehyun’s no longer speaking to you, and you assume Johnny’s decided to join. His presence causes you to grow wetter, which you didn’t think was possible at this point.

“Depends. Are we letting this one live?”

Then, the fear strikes through your heart once again. You’re suddenly reminded of your mother’s words as you struggle to breathe. You’ve heard stories before of omegas being found on the streets, necks sliced open with blood surrounding their bodies.

Jaehyun and Johnny continue to converse as if you’re not even there. You wonder if you can escape in one piece before they get a chance to maul you.

“Doesn’t seem so bad this time. Looks like she’s never taken one before.”

“You know that for sure?”

You feel someone grip a handful of your hair and pull you up so you can make eye contact with him. Jaehyun grins at the terror swarming your eyes.

“Tell me, little omega. Have you taken another alpha’s knot before?”

You’re not even sure what that is. Your mother left you clueless on all basics of sex, especially when it came to alphas.

“A-A what?”

Johnny laughs. “You can go first, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun shoves your face back into the mattress and situates himself behind you. Your fear is once again taken over by arousal, and Jaehyun snickers at your predicament. You jump when he runs his finger over your clothed core, practically dripping down your thighs. You cry out when two fingers dip inside of your sopping hole, the squelch of your wetness echoing throughout the room.

“I think our little omega hasn’t taken a cock inside of her yet, not even from a beta,” Jaehyun comments. You’re blinded, not knowing what’s coming next as tears blur your vision.

“Why don’t you show her what it’s like, Jae?”

“My pleasure.”

A loud tearing sound echoes throughout the room and you realize that Jaehyun’s just torn your underwear in half, tossing it across the room while he flips up your skirt. You whine when his hand slams down on your right cheek before he soothes the sensation with his fingers.

“Let me hear you, omega. I want to know how much you need this.”

And as much as your head is screaming that you are in imminent danger, the words come tumbling out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“P-Please alpha, I n-need you.”

“Do you now? How much?”

You grit your teeth at his endless teasing. You just want to be fucked already, but your instincts are telling you that you shouldn’t disobey your alpha.

“So m-much. I’m so wet for you, alpha, please.”

Johnny chuckles. “She can be good when she wants to be, huh?”

“Looks like it.”

He sinks into you and it’s the biggest stretch of your life. You release a flurry of garbled noises as Jaehyun impales you with his cock, the sheer size of him tearing you in half. You gasp when an unknown feeling of pleasure overtakes your body — so strong and violent that you nearly collapse.

“Wow. She came already, such a pliant little doll. Why don’t you shut her up, Johnny?”

“Sounds like a good idea.”

Another fist tangles in your hair and your jerked up again, locking eyes with Johnny’s dark orbs. He smirks at your fucked out state, hand jerking his cock as he watches you. He nudges the tip against your mouth and you obey, parting your lips to take his cock.

“See? Such a good little whore for us already,” Johnny remarks, hands still tangled in your hair when he begins thrusting into your mouth. You choke, trying to loosen your jaw.

All coherent thoughts are thrown out the window when Jaehyun starts fucking you into the mattress. You gasp, Johnny’s cock falling from your mouth as you try to catch your breath. He isn’t pleased, nails digging into your scalp.

“Suck my cock. You need to learn how to take the both of us.”

He pushes himself back into your mouth, ignoring your whimpers as Jaehyun pistons in and out of you. “Fuck,” he grunts. “She’s so fucking wet.”

You shudder when another orgasm passes through you, clenching down on Jaehyun’s cock and moaning when he continues to fuck you ruthlessly. Drool begins to pool at the sides of your mouth as Johnny rams his cock down your throat.

“You like this, don’t you?” Johnny teases, observing as you struggle to swallow him. “Never been fucked before and yet, you’re taking two cocks at once because you’re so desperate.”

“Fuck, Johnny, you need to get under her. I’m gonna cum soon.”

Johnny finally lets you breathe, retracting from you while you pant, trying to catch your breath. You barely get a chance before Jaehyun is slipping out of you with Johnny manhandling you into a new position. Your muscles are pleading for you to stop, but your mind is fuzzy when Johnny slides underneath you, your back to his chest. Jaehyun positions himself above you once again, his cock slick with your combined juices. You feel Johnny prod against your other hole and you gasp.

He laughs darkly against your ear, the sound vibrating to your core. “Didn’t I say you had to learn how to take both of us?”

Jaehyun pushes a finger inside of you again, collecting your juices from your two orgasms before inserting it into your other hole. You cry at the intrusion. Even though you’ve never been taken like this before, it feels exhilarating.

“She’s ready for you.”

You want to protest that you clearly are not, only being stretched out by one of Jaehyun’s fingers. They both ignore you, lining up to your entrances and pushing in slowly.

You think that the searing pain will fill your senses shortly, but you take them surprisingly well.

Johnny whispers lowly. “Why are you so shocked? A little omega like you was born to take her alphas.”

You learn quickly that Johnny is filthier than Jaehyun, hissing profanities into your ear as his cock thrusts up into your tiny hole.

“Look at how much Jaehyun’s enjoying your tight little pussy,” he says, your eyes following his line of vision. Jaehyun’s eyes are closed, fingers digging into your hips as he indulges himself in you. “Has no idea how good your ass feels. You’re in for a treat, baby. Two knots in one day? It’s an omega’s sweetest dream.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, the pleasure of their thrusts taking a toll on your train of thought. You think you have another orgasm but you’re not sure, the nonstop pleasure clouding your judgment.

“Fuck. Gonna knot your sweet pussy,” Jaehyun grunts, cock pushing harder and deeper inside of you.

“I’m close too,” Johnny smiles against the shell of your ear. “Ready, baby?”

You don’t have time to respond before Jaehyun spills inside of you, ribbons of white coating your insides. Johnny hisses and follows after, emptying out inside your ass. Minutes pass and they’re both still cumming, most of it dripping out of your holes and coating the sheets. You think it’s over but you nearly scream when you feel their cocks grow bigger, the girth stretching your holes farther and farther.

“Please, please,” you whimper, trying to reach for Jaehyun. You don’t even realize you’re convulsing again, cumming around Jaehyun while his knot continues to grow.

He laughs. “She likes being filled to the brim, Johnny.”

“I can tell. Her cute little ass is squeezing my cock so hard.”

It feels like hours pass until they finally deflate, their cocks returning to their normal sizes. They stay buried inside of you, Jaehyun groaning as he collapses next to you. Johnny moves you to your side so that you’re stuck between them.

You’re still struggling to catch your breath when Johnny sighs.

“We should keep this one. A lot tighter than the other ones.”

Jaehyun nods, eyes fluttering closed. His fingers slither around your waist to pull you closer to his frame.

“Sounds good. I like her cute noises.”

Johnny huffs before leaning closer to you. “What do you say, little omega? Want to run home?”

You ponder over your answer for a few minutes before Johnny grows impatient, taking an experimental thrust. You whimper when you realize he’s already hard again.

“Answer me,” he growls.

“N-No, alpha. I’ll stay.”

“Good girl.”

And you lay there, gasping for breath as your alphas fuck you until the sun rises.

[danosrosegarden]

bark like you want it - edward nashton x fem!reader (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day nine. prompt: squirting. 🎃}

{contains: dom edward, vibrator torture/overstim, mentions of multiple orgasms, and descriptions of squirting.}

There came a point where everything fuzzed together and blurred into one ecstatic haze. You'd lost track of the amount of times you'd felt the tight, knotted ball of heat burst and scatter in your gut, that warm fever shimmering throughout your limbs all the way down to your curling toes.

Eddie was normally sickeningly sweet and preciously soft, always so willing to get to his knees and bend to your will. He'd get into moods, though; it was like you could sense a bug had crawled underneath his skin, cravings festering in his blood cells, and the thirst couldn't be quenched until you were a trembling, sweat-slicked disaster.

Whatever it took, he'd do, even if that meant he had to enlist the help of a toy. The first time you'd brought up introducing toys to the bedroom, his stomach lurched with a wild species of...what was it, jealousy? He felt small and stupid, his heart growing green with envy because of a piece of buzzing silicone. But damn if that little guy didn't get the job done. He'd never seen your back arch or heard your syrupy moans pour from your mouth the way they had when he pressed the fluttering vibe up to your twitching clit. It brought you pure, unfiltered bliss, and he couldn't handle ripping that away from you because of his own insecurities.

Besides, it didn't matter what was making you soak his sheets...he just needed to see you gush for him. It felt so intimately dirty, to watch the excruciatingly pleasurable waves of shock roll through your quivering body. He'd hold you tight through the overwhelming, intoxicating euphoria. Though he did enjoy torturing you with nonstop currents, never-ending waves of orgasm after orgasm, he still was that sweet, soft man you knew deep inside. When each glimmering sheet of ecstasy washed over your body, he'd press the vibrator even closer against you and coo into your ear.

"There we go. Just like that. Good, good."

Despite how it looked (your nails clawing against the wet sheets underneath you, your poor, weak legs shaking, and the nearly pained moans escaping from your gritted teeth), it wasn't about inflicting hurt. It was about hand serving you so much pleasure, you wouldn't know how to consume it all in one serving without bursting.

Think of all the times you'd pumped at him with a steady, firm hand after he pleaded for no more, please, I can't take any more! Wouldn't you like to feel what it was like? Weren't you curious to experience those sparkling spirals of paralyzing paradise twirling around in the pit of your stomach, even just once? It was only fair that he got to toy with you a bit, too.

He couldn't give it to you right away, though. That wouldn't be a fair game. When you did this to him, your smirk was condescending and in your pupils swam a power-drunk swirl. He wouldn't forget how you'd make him beg for it, and he wouldn't let you get off the hook without asking nicely for it, either.

He'd wait until the high was so close, you could taste it on the very tip of your tongue. He'd help lift you up to grab it, sure, but not without permission.

"Why should I let you cum again, huh? Tell me, baby, and you can have it."

His voice was thick and husky, glazed over with scorching, scintillating lust. It all brought him just as much delight as it did you, you squirming, skin slicked with your own juices while his hand reached around to rub buzzing circles onto your throbbing clit.

"B-been so good for you. Please, please!"

You hardly recognized the squeaking squeals trickling from your open mouth. Jesus, that's my voice?

But oh, you really had been so good for him, taking everything thrown at you in such diligent, devoted stride.

His mouth bent in a devious but proud, oh so proud curve. Didn't you deserve one more reward?

[angryschnauzer]

Undercover Honeymoon

Summary; Having survived a helicopter crash that killed off the gang you and your senior agent had infiltrated, you hide out from the storm that brought the aircraft down by pretending to be Honeymooners at a boutique hotel... but what will 24 hours with August Walker bring you? Trouble, that’s what, and the best possible kind.

Pairing: August Walker x Female Reader (no race or body type specified)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, honestly this is entirely smut, its a crack fic too. Sigh, here goes: face slap, murder, August in a hoodie and grey sweatpants, oral sex (female recieving), blowjob, drunken antics, impared judgement, titty fucking, fingering, unprotected sex, anal sex, inappropriate lube, multiple orgasms, dubious consent, choking, dom-vibes, Sugar Daddy arrangement (but no Daddy kink).

I do not run a tag list, but if you go and follow @angryschnauzerwrites​ and hit notifications, you’ll get an alert to any new stories i post. All previous fics can be found on there or on my Ao3

Undercover Honeymoon

The helicopter spiralled out of control, the tall pines looming through the storm of the century rain, screaming filled your ears, unsure if it was the sound of the engines failing or coming from your own lungs. The aircraft made contact with the trees and everything went black.

-

“Agent… AGENT!” a slap across your face sprang you from your unconscious state, your vision blurred and you winced at the sharp pain that shot through your temple as the face before you came into focus.

“Walker?” you muttered; “Can’t blow our cover…”

Strong arms gripped your shoulders;

“Wake UP! Everyone else is dead”

The next hour was surreal. Agent Walker - your superior officer - had pulled you from the wreckage of the helicopter, past the lifeless bodies of the gang you’d infiltrated, some of which had injuries that looked suspiciously like gunshot wounds. Either way you were alive and so was the other undercover agent, and having spent the last four days running bank robberies you were relieved to be rid of the brutal gang.

Agent Walker had half dragged half carried you through the forest, and even though it was the middle of the day, the torrential rain and dark storm clouds above made the way feel like you were travelling at twilight. When you stumbled on some roots he caught you, his arm firmly around your waist;

“C’mon Agent, not much further now…” his voice softer than usual, reassuring even.

“Where’re we going?”

“Out of season ski lodge… should be quiet this time of year, just a couple of wildlife watchers no doubt”

-

What you’d been expecting was a cute little place with checkered curtains and cutesy decor, what you’d arrived at was a luxury boutique hotel. Agent Walker had managed to spin a very convincing tale of your car leaving the highway due to the weather and he’d arrange to get it recovered after the storm so you could continue your ‘honeymoon’. The receptionist had smiled warmly and offered the pair of you the luxury suite, August merrily peeling $100 bills off a stack he’d produced from his pocket, the paper band that held them together from the robbery slyly crumpled up and you quietly picked it up from the floor, a tiny smirk on the corner of his face when he spotted you covering his rare mistake.

-

Ten minutes later you were settled in your shared room, starting to peel yourself out of your soaked boots and clothing as you eyed the enormous bathroom and ultra fluffy robes that were provided.

“I’m going to go to the gift shop…” he announced, breaking the silence; “They do hoodies and stuff, i’ll grab some dry things to change into…”

“Thanks Agent Walker… I’m going to take a bath…”

He nodded quietly, standing at the door;

“It’s August… call me August”

You must have fallen asleep in the bath, as the next thing you know there is an insistent knocking on the bathroom door;

“Honey? Honey, everything ok in there?”

“Y-yes, Sorry, fell asleep…”

“Ok Honey, just got room service here delivering some lunch”

“Thanks Aug… Augie…”

Augie? Where the hell did that come from? You mentally chastised yourself. An hour ago he was your senior agent and all round grumpy supervisor, now he was ‘Augie’? You actually facepalmed yourself before taking a deep breath and climbing out of the bath. A few moments later once you were dry, wearing the fluffy robe you stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, your breath catching in your throat;

“Augie… we have company?”

Agent Walker was standing in the middle of the room in his shirt, underwear and socks, talking to the room service attendant as he tipped the young man;

“Darling, lunch is here, you must be famished” he let a warm smile spread over his face as he turned to the staff member; “We must have a bite to eat… expending lots of energy, it is our honeymoon after all…”

Once he’d ushered the man out of the room he cleared his throat and his expression dropped, his face serious again;

“I got your new attire… it fits more with the location” he motioned for you to follow him to the bed where there were a number of things laid out, however your feet were rooted to the floor; “What?”

“You’re… you’re in your underwear…”

He looked down, almost in shock to discover he was without his cargo pants;

“Yes? And you’re completely naked beneath that fetching white robe” he motioned to a side of the bed where a bunch of things were sat on the pristine white duvet; “So unless you wish to eat lunch having me know you are naked save for a glorified towel with sleeves - and that would be a delightful thought - you may want to get changed whilst i shower”

Without another word he smirked, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and grabbed a pile of clothing on the bed, before sauntering into the bathroom, leaving you open jawed at both his sassiness and his tight ass in snug jersey boxers.

Turning back to what was laid on the bed you looked over what he’d managed to get in the hotel’s boutique; a daringly short floral summer dress, a hoodie with the Hotel’s logo on, a pack of novelty thong panties also with bears on, and the highest heeled wedge sandals you’d ever seen. Although none of this surprised you, it was after all the kind of hotel where in good weather, the rich and famous could have cocktails on the deck as they overlooked the Rocky mountains, the fact he’d managed to find your exact size in everything was impressive.

Leaving the heels off for now, you pull the panties and dress on, throwing the hoodie on unzipped to cover up a little, before going to investigate the food, realising that you probably hadn’t eaten for close to 24 hours. You were bent over the service trolley scrutinising the various dishes that had been delivered when you heard his voice;

“Huh, didn’t need to buy you a wallet, those tiny panties show off your silken purse beautifully Princess”

Spinning around you gasped, about to give him a piece of your mind but your train of thought stopped like a record scratch. There before you stood Agent August Walker, grey sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips, chest bare as he pulled a khaki green hoodie over his still damp curls. You noticed how his beard was a little beyond stubble, his mustache curling as a small smile tugged as his lips. Your gaze unashamedly ran down the length of his entire body, emphasis on length as it was clear he was without any underwear, and those rumours that were quietly whispered in the ladies room at the Pentagon were looking to be true as to exactly why they called him ‘The Hammer’.

Still holding a cooling French Fry he sauntered over to you before grabbing a sandwich from the platter;

“My apologies… that was inappropriate” he took a bite, before talking with his mouth full; “Been a crazy 24 hours huh?”

“Y-yeah, you could say that… so, what’s the plan?”

Just at that moment an incredible gust of wind rattled the windows to the point you thought they would blow in, the lights overhead flickered before settling back to bright as he answered;

“Eat, Drink, Sleep. We’re stuck here at least overnight. We don’t have any cells or electronics people can trace, and having checked the map this is not the closest civilisation to the crash site so even if people did come looking for us, this isn’t the first place they’d think of… however in this weather the roads are impassable, at least two rivers have breached their banks, we’re basically cut off from the rest of the world here in our own little bubble” he took a bite of sandwich before grinning at you; “So eat up, the bar downstairs is well stocked, dinner is apparently served in about 4 hours, and there’s a game room if you’re up for a round or two of pool…”

-

Giggling you both tumbled into your suite, August flicking the light switch up and down before realising the power had gone out at the exact moment he’d unlocked the door;

“Oooh dark… are you afraid of the dark Princess?”

The pair of you stumbled and turned, pushing the door shut and you found yourself pressed between it and August’s body, his lips finding your neck as he pressed kisses along your jugular, his facial hair leaving behind a trail of tingling skin in its wake;

“Depends who i’m in the dark with…”

He was so close, in the faint last traces of daylight as the storm took hold of the night you could see the outline of his face, how his long eyelashes rested against his cheeks as he closed his eyes, his breath warm on your skin as you were surrounded by his scent, pine soap and single malt whiskey;

“A monster…”

“I was never afraid of monsters…”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, pressing a kiss to your clothed stomach before his hands were beneath the skirt and pulling your novelty panties down;

“Hold your dress up Princess, show me that pretty pussy”

Doing as he told you, you gripped the pretty fabric in your hands as he hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, pressing kisses to your inner thighs before his thick fingers parted your folds and he dived in. His mustache and light beard pricked at your sensitive skin, but his tongue and lips soothed your aching core, desperate for attention and dripping with need as he went to town on you. He quickly brought you to orgasm before pushing you on for the next, his fingers now knuckle deep in your velvet walls, curling just right to find that spot that had you dripping, his tongue working against your clit to the point where you had to steady yourself by curling one hand through his soft chestnut curls, riding his face as you cried out his name.

Now over sensitive, you pulled his curls to get him to relent, a grunt of frustration coming from between your thighs;

“Augie… please… too sensitive…”

He quickly stood, lifting you to kiss you roughly, his tongue pushing into your mouth and you could taste yourself on his tongue as he gripped your ass as he carried you across the room before unceremoniously dropping you on the bed;

“Strip” he commanded as he staggered to the bathroom. 

You ignored his request, instead reaching for a bottle of water at the side of the bed, taking a drink from he as he returned holding a bottle;

“August… what’s that?”

He looked down at the bottle, almost surprised he was holding something and blinked a few times before looking back at you;

“Baby oil. Its... Baby oil”

“Why do you have Baby oil?” you asked, already knowing the answer but with a sly streak wanting to get him to admit it

“Because they didn’t sell condoms in the gift shop so i cant fuck your pussy because i can’t check to see if you’re on birth control” he blurted out quickly.

Whatever you had been expecting, it hadn’t been that, and as you coughed on the water you had been about to drink, August got distracted and moved to light the candles that sat on the table in the centre of the room now that the only available light was the tiny light over the sink in the bathroom that was battery operated. You watched as he somehow managed to strike the matches and light the candles even though he was visibly drunk, before returning back to the bed and standing over you;

“Why aren’t you naked?” he frowned at you; “Don’t make me rip that pretty little dress off of you Princess”

Shimmying out of your dress you bit your lip as you watched him watching you, the low light dancing over your body and enough for you to see the obscene bulge barely contained by his sweatpants. He stood at the edge of the bed, towering over you before he took hold of your ankles and roughly pulled you to the edge of the bed before he pulled the grey sweats down and you finally got sight of his legendary hammer;

“Fuck…”

“We’ll get to that Princess, but first, suck”

Taking him in your hands he was hot and throbbing at your touch, his thick shaft patterned with veins, heavy and virile. You pumped your fist, your fingers unable to meet as you worked his uncut dick. You felt his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer until you had no choice but to open your mouth and take him as deep as you could, gagging as he immediately hit the back of your throat and started to fuck your mouth.

Holding your head in place with both hands he rocked his hips back and forth, groaning as he stretched your lips almost uncomfortably. Soon you had spit running down your chin as he rained down a stream of degrading compliments;

“Cock hungry slut, look at you with my dick in your mouth… does it taste good, Jesus christ your tongue is perfect, yeah do that thing again, fuck, i can feel your throat tight around me…” with a gasp he pulled out, a trail of spittle hanging from your lips to his angry red tip, before he grabbed the baby oil and pushed you back until you were laying flat on the bed;

“Push your tits together, i’m gonna fuck them and cum all over your pretty face”

He climbed on the bed, straddling your lower torso as you found yourself pushing your breasts together. The click of a bottle of baby oil and it was being poured in the valley of your chest, before he settled his dick against the slick skin. He dropped the bottle and with a grunt pulled his hoodie over his head, revealing his glorious chest, covered in dark hair and thicker than you had realised. 

His dick was heavy against your chest as he took your hands in his and showed you how he wanted you to hold your titties for him, rocking his hips bath and forth as his hot flesh slipped through your soft pillows, the angry tip poking out at your neck with each thrust;

“So fucking pretty, gonna cum all over that face… you wanna taste my cum you little slut? Yeah? Cock hungry slut, can’t get enough of my dick, can you?”

You didn’t answer, the lust in his eyes making you drunk with desire, instead you tipped your head to your chest and opened your mouth, letting August’s dick slide into your mouth, the salty tang of his precum hitting your senses.

His thrusts were becoming rough and violent, his hips squeezing your ribcage as he fought back against the urge to cum, but you wanted it, needed it;

“August, will you cum on my face, pretty please?” you batted your eyelashes at him innocently and it was the final straw, and you watched as he threw his head back and thick ropes of his creamy seed spurted over your mouth and cheeks as he groaned so deliciously. On the last spurt you leaned forwards and took his tip into your mouth, gently laving your tongue over the leaking slit, before releasing him softly. August had eased his gasp on your tits, and using his thick finger he scooped the cum from your cheek;

“Open wide Princess”

Sticking your tongue out you sucked the bitter treat from his finger, before he repeated it with the other cheek. Finally swallowing you grinned at him;

“Thank you August”

His hand paused on your cheek, softly cupping it;

“Anything for you Princess… now scoot up the bed, i wanna eat that pussy again whilst i get you ready for my dick”

He swung his leg over so you could wriggle up the bed, and immediately he was laying between your legs, both of your thighs over his shoulders as he started to sloppily eat you out again, except this time his lubed fingers strayed to your asshole and he already had one knuckle deep in your back entrance. You were writhing against his tongue, and although not as accurate with his targets this time now that the alcohol in his system was taking hold, that wide tongue was driving you to heaven as his fingers pulled you down into the dark pits of depravity that hell could only contain. You were uttering almost incomprehensible gibberish, begging for more which he eagerly gave, a second and soon a third finger stretching your ass as he prepared you for what was yet to come. You came with a scream as his wide tongue tormented your pussy until you had to physically pull him by his curls to stop, breathless as you watched him kneel on the bed and grab the baby oil, pouring some onto his hand to lube his dick before smoothing a considerable amount over your asshole and lined up his now raging hard on with your stretched hole. He paused, looking down at you;

“Final chance to back out… do you want me to fuck your ass?”

“Yes… please August, i want your dick in my ass, i want you to cum in my ass, treat me like a dirty anal slut”

With a groan he pushed forwards, slowly breaching your body and you felt the uncomfortable stretch of having a dick slide into your ass. Even with the prep and the oil it still took a while for your body to relax enough for him to push in, but when he eventually was balls deep in your ass you felt so full you were sure you would burst;

“Oh my god… You’re so big…”

“Taking me like a champ Princess, even with the oil your ass is so fucking tight i’m struggling not to blow my load right here and now”

“Fuck my ass August, do it hard, i wanna feel it in the morning…”

With a roar he started to fuck into you, holding himself up on his massive arms as his hips pistoned into you, filling your barren depths as his pubic bone rubbed against your empty pussy and your juices flooded his crotch;

“So fucking wet Princess, leaking all down your ass, its only adding to the lube so i can fuck you harder. Your poor little battered asshole, you’re barely gonna be able to sit tomorrow… apart from back on my dick as we have breakfast, don’t think this is the only time i’m gonna fuck your ass, i’m gonna use this hole until you’re loose and stretched, so i can just bend you over and slide my dick into your ass. Gonna hide those stupid panties i bought you, i want you walking around bare, my cum dripping down your legs where there’s so much inside you, you can barely keep it inside… shame the gift shop didn’t sell plugs, i woulda’ filled you with my load and have you plugged and ready lubed for me to use whenever i pleased…”

August’s dirty talk had you cumming hard, squeezing him tight and yet he fucked you straight through it. Laying limp as he continued to fill your ass he slowed and moved, kneeling on the bed as he moved your legs from either side of his lips until both your feet were over one of his shoulders, pushing and pulling you until he had one arm firmly wrapped around your knees and he could fuck into your ass as he held you like a rag doll. The new position was tighter, deeper, and as you started to pant out with lust his free hand rested on your throat, squeezing carefully but firmly;

“Harder…” you panted out, your head swimming as your airway was restricted, and as he pounded into your ass you were both getting close.

“Gonna cum in your ass, fill you up with a massive load, you want that Princess?”

You tried to say yes, but all that came out was a tiny croak as his massive hand gripped your throat. Before you could even try again your orgasm hit, your eyes rolling back in their sockets as you squirted, your body gripping him so tight he reached his peak, pushing in as deep as he could as he pumped your ass full of his cum.

August released his grip on your neck, pulling out gently as he softly lay your legs on the bed;

“Did so well Princess, such a good little slut…”

You could only hum out a response, your mind as used as your body was.

-

You woke to the sound of soft rain falling against the window, peering out from beneath the duvet you could see that the grey light of morning was filling the room, the storm seemingly blown mostly through with just a persistent rain now dampening the earth. Shifting on the bed you winced, everything was sore, but especially your ass. But then a warm body pressed to your back, a large hand smoothed over your stomach and a familiar voice spoke softly in your ear as stubble brushed against your bare shoulders;

“Rise and shine…”

“Hmmmmm no, i don’t wanna get up” you grumbled

“But…”

“Noooo. If we get up then we’ve got to think about things going back to normal, i just wanna pretend i’m able to stay in a hotel as nice as this when i’m not trying to escape a dangerous gang… too many responsibilities, too much stress… i just want another half hour of being treated like a Princess” you grumbled.

A quiet chuckle came from behind you;

“There’s no reason why we can’t do this again”

Turning in his arms, you looked at August;

“How? You’re my superior Agent, the CIA pushes and pushes and pushes, I never get enough time off to do something like this, If i had known i was literally signing my life away i would never have signed up for the academy. What’s the fucking use of earning a good wage if i can never enjoy it… and its not even that good of a wage to be honest…” you paused and narrowed your gaze; “Have you showered?”

“Yes. And i have a proposition for you…”

“Keep talking…”

August started to move, slowly climbing between your legs and you felt his hard dick resting against your folds, your pussy instinctively growing wet, slowly rubbing against you as he smiled down at you;

“As a senior agent i get a considerably better wage than you do, but i don’t have anyone to share it with, anyone to treat like a Princess and spoil with gifts that they deserve… but i also want someone that will be agreeable to my darkest desires…” he rocked his hips back before slowly parting his thighs, and you felt the nudge of his tip at your soaked pussy; “... someone, a woman i can treat like a Princess but will let me fuck them like a whore… can i fuck your pussy like a whore?”

The gentle nudge of his dick just stretching the ring of muscle that granted access to the heaven between your legs had you begging, pleading to be August’s Whore. He let out a sigh of pleasure as he slowly sank into your pussy, bare and unprotected filling you with his virile shaft;

“You’re my Slutty Princess…taking my dick like a pro”

In that hotel room August Walker became your sugar Daddy, and over room service breakfast you agreed the details of your arrangement as you sat on his lap, his dick in your ass as he fed you strawberries, before he grew impatient and bounced you on his dick until he came in your barren depths. Resting back against his chest, his softening dick still inside you he played with your pussy as he discussed the next step, trying to decide if a trip to an adult store or a jewellery store should be the first stop after returning to DC;

“How about a jewelled plug?” you suggested; “That’s the best of both worlds”

Holding your jaw he turned your head so he could kiss you, pulling away and grinning;

“See, that’s why you’re the perfect Princess, smart and sexy…”

You felt him start to harden in your ass again, wriggling and letting out a giggle as you felt him stretch your insides;

“Over the table or out on the balcony in the rain?” you asked

“Oooh lets do the balcony… its check out time so a few other guests will be able to see my little slut have her battered asshole filled with another load”

There on the balcony that overlooked the serene mountains August filled your ass again, your naked bodies soaked with the rain as he gripped your breasts whilst he fucked you from behind. 

You couldn’t wait to be August’s play thing.

[doctorcrowleywho]

Born to make history (Aziraphale x Crowley) Chapter Two

Pairings - Crowley x Aziraphale

Warnings- Angst and some bad language here and there

Summary  - Once upon a time, there was an angel and a demon and they went  through a 6,000 year strangers to friends to lovers slow burn. This is  the untold story of the in-between bits, or better yet - what happened  before armageddon was even a concern? 

Master list

The next few months ran together in a wonderfully colored blur. The angel couldn’t help but fall in love with being able to practically raise Moses with Crowley by his side. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Crowley wasn’t like how he thought he’d be at all. He was gentle, funny, caring, really good with kids, and one of the most kind-hearted people he’d ever met. Dare he say, everything was going really well, but that’s always when the darkness likes to creep in. Slowly snuffing out the light without you noticing, so by the time you do-you’re surrounded by darkness.

Unfortunately, this angel and demon were far too drunk to even notice the light slowly dimming on that night. “Oh my dear,” the angel's laughter echoed throughout the entire room of their little house. They didn’t have the pleasure of living at the palace as Crowley did. But, the angel was surrounded by the almighty’s people in the small city by the palace, it was quiet (most of the time), and he even somehow managed to run a small library. He often found himself telling the kids in the town nightly bedtime stories around a campfire. He really was a big old softie.

 Most nights they’d meet at the angel’s place to talk about the boy, the ineffable plan, and mostly to get drunk. Tonight was no exception. “, as beautiful as you are I don’t think you’d stand a chance of being a tutor! You’re better off being worshiped as a god!” the wine loosened up the angel's tongue quite a bit on nights like these, and honestly they didn’t mind.  

Crowley let out a chuckle flopping down on the angel's bed and he let his thin long fingers draw patterns absentmindedly along Azriaphale's thigh. “That may be true, but think of all the things I could teach him! The stars and galaxies for one. I could tell him all about the ones I helped make.” he nodded his head as if he was confirming the memory in his head. It was so long ago, and he never ever wanted to forget. His eyes sparkled with a certain shimmer that only joyous memories could create. Although, he quickly reminded himself of what he was now and would always be. “Oh, you’re probably right, the humans have decorated me in far too much gold anyways, it would look odd if I went out looking as adorable as you do.” he smiled to himself lazily flicking his eyes over to his angel who looked delectable in the moonlight shining through the makeshift windows.   

With a soft and gentle hum, Aziraphale plopped down right beside Crowley on the bed with a sleepy smile on their lips. Even without the wine, Crowley would still be the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. “Although I wouldn’t mind your necklace though, that small one here,” He whispered gently taking the small pendant in between his fingers, funnily enough, it looked like a golden snake wrapped around a feather. He had no idea he had taste for such simple things. It made him wonder what other things he had a taste for.  

Now if Crowley were to tell the angel the truth he’d tell him how that was his favorite piece of jewelry he owned. That every time he glanced in the mirror and saw it sparkling proudly in the light, he couldn’t help but smile. That pendant was the only reminder that maybe he was a good person, that there was still someone out there who cared for him. Aziraphale wasn’t just a work acquaintance, he was his best friend, his partner in crime, and the only immovable thing in his life that didn’t constantly remind him of how much he hated himself.

 It was as if time had stopped in that moment, and the two beings were stopped in stunned gentle silence. “You can have it, in fact here.” Crowley got out before anything could be taken back, because honestly he was terrified this was all some sort of dream. Gently he took the pendant off, inching even closer to Aziraphale and wrapping his arms around his neck. Keeping his wide eyes on the angel's sky-blue ones he clasped the necklace shut. Although he didn’t dare move from where he was, he couldn’t even if he wanted to.  “I could never take something so precious from you.” Aziraphale shook their head feeling their shyness take the lead. “You can have anything you want, angel.” How beautifully true that statement was. If Aziraphale asked he’d give up everything just to be with him and only him. Crowley opened his mouth to say more, something, maybe to say everything that he has been feeling for the past hundred years. But, he closed it, his inner thoughts getting the best of him yet again. With a soft defeated sigh, he moved back to where he was originally. 

Now Aziraphale prided himself on sensing love, being a being of love himself it came rather easy to him. But, why was he ignoring the rapid flashes he was feeling right now? They crept up inside of him like the soft licks of a campfire. A soothing type of warmth you can only associate with the kindest and most wonderful thing. What the angel didn’t understand is why were the flashes of love coming from Crowley of all people.

“Crowley?” he piped back up turning on his back, after a moment or two of comfortable silence.” Yeah?” the demon replied shutting his eyes picturing the stars and galaxies he’d take Aziraphale to if he was brave enough. He stared up at their little wooden ceiling trying to imagine everything that could be instead of everything that was. It was hard, but they got there in no time.”, you ever wonder what would have happened if I fell instead of you? Or if you didn’t fall at all?” they asked so softly you could barely hear them even if you tried. However, he never got the chance to answer the question as two voices rang through the streets of the city “MOSES WAIT!” The angel sat straight up in bed his heart already racing. Moses can’t be out here, he’s supposed to be back at the palace getting ready for bed with his brother.  

Without thinking he slipped back on their sandals and ran out into the night and sure enough, he saw Moses running towards the palace in tears. His heart broke for the child, the one they helped save is now hurting once more. “Crowley, it is Moses! His real sister and brother have found him, and I think they told him everything. I have to go check on him, I’ll be back soon alright?” He sighed giving him a soft kiss on the head before running after the boy. “Angel I-” Crowley reached out for him but failed to catch him. Damned angels with their big hearts. Shakily he brought a hand up to his forehead and smiled softly. Did his angel just…kiss him, and did he like it? Something exciting fluttered in the demon's heart. Something he hadn’t felt since before the fall. Two questions rang out in his head as he watched the angel run away. ‘Was this mutual?’ and ‘Why the hell was he not chasing after him?’ 

 As Aziraphale ran memories of the night at the river flashed before him at unknowing speeds. However, he pushed passed them, Moses was in trouble and he wanted to help. He was an angel, it's what they did. Once he got back to the palace, he followed the boy into the construction site where slaves were building more unnecessary pyramids for the pharaoh. It took everything in the angel not to roll his eyes right then and there, sometimes he swore they were more dramatic than the almighty was.  

“You! Slave! Get back to work!” one of the Egyptians growled at him causing him to stumble backward a couple of steps. His eyebrows furrowed together, surely they didn’t mean him right? He’s done absolutely wrong, they must be mistaken. A trembling smile came to his lips as he tried to correct him. “I’m looking for prince Moses, I’m his teacher- I saw him running this way and I-”

“Did I say you could speak??” They growled right back causing the poor angel to start trembling in fear. It was then he realized they were uncoiling a whip in their hands and a flash of pure terror rippled through him. “W-what are you doing? I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong! It would be completely wrong to harm me I-” He tried his very best to explain, to get out any kind of protest, but he was cut off by a loud ‘CRACK’. Sudden violent flashes of pain ripped through his body, but he kept himself as strong as he possibly could. “P-please I don’t understan-” ‘CRACK’ this time the angel let out a yelp as two sharp flicks of the whip dragged across his skin.  It was clear now that no matter how hard he protested this man wouldn’t listen. With his knees turning to jelly he crumbled to the ground clutching his now crimson-stained robe to his chest praying to whoever would listen to at least make the pain go away. Tears prickled in his eyes as another few lashes of the whip were set down upon his skin. At this point, he was seeing white, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could possibly take. It was only seconds until he passed out, his head already spinning round and round. Until suddenly, it all stopped. Was this what it was like? Was this what it felt like to discorporate? Well…fuck.  

Sudden giant wings as dark as the midnight sky viciously swooped in shielding the angel's body. “Who did this?” the demon demanded his voice barely sounded like his own anymore as his wings took out every form of light surrounding them. Leaving the guard to tremble in terror. Crowley’s body was submerged in darkness, but his snake eyes were glowing with the power of hellfire itself. Someone hurt his angel and the rage he felt bubbling inside of him could easily take out entire civilizations. “It was you wasn’t it, puny human.” the demon growled stalking closer to him like a lion sizing up his prey. Wicked sharp nails raised to the guard's throat as he stared him down practically making him burst into flames then and there. “P-please I didn’t know, please be merciful great god Crawley.” the pitiful human mustered out falling to his knees in a pathetic excuse to bow down to him.

 A wicked cackle fell off of Crowley’s lips as looked down at him as if he was the vilest thing in existence, and at that time he was. He hurt the most precious thing in existence to him, and for that, he needs to pay. “Like you showed him mercy? How dare you insult me like this I-” everything stopped, the one voice that could snap him out of anything broke through the clouds. “C-Crowley?” his angel coughed out.  

“Angel! Angel, I’m here it’s alright!” Crowley's voice broke through the ringing in Aziraphale's ears and he collapsed into his arms. At this point, the angel was far too weak to even open his eyes. But, he knew it was him, and he was more than comforted by the fact that he came to his rescue. Shaky, vengeful arms wrapped around him as Crowley scooped him up carrying him to his chambers. There were already whispers of the prince who killed a fellow Egyptian, and he knew his angel would find out soon enough. But, he just wanted to climb one mountain at a time. Someone hurt his angel, and he wanted them to pay for it. However, right now he’d settle for making sure Aziraphale was okay. That’s all that mattered in his eyes, the world could be burning to bits and the only person he’d bother saving would be Aziraphale. To hell with everyone else. 

Quiet painful whimpers fell out of his lips as Crowley gently set him down on his bed. Crowley’s snake eyes were wide as he hurriedly searched through his chambers trying to find anything to help his angel feel better. “Crowley…darling?” he whimpered reaching out for him. For the demon that saved his life, now at least they were even. Crowley was quick to run to his side gripping his hand in between his. He held Aziraphale’s hand as if it was the most delicate piece of glass in the universe. Laying soft kisses to his knuckles he watched as Aziraphale opened his eyes as best he could. “I’m right here angel, you’re going to be okay…I’m making it better.” With a soft snap of Crowley's fingers, a bowl of warm water and a washcloth appeared.   

“Crowley I-” the angel groaned as a fresh wave of pain rippled through his body. Crowley bit his lip as he cupped the angel’s cheek gently. “Shush, don’t speak just….let me take care of you alright?” he whispered out gently as he slowly got behind him dipping the rag in the water. Hesitantly he worked carefully at cleaning Aziraphale’s wounds, trying his best not to focus on the shudders from the angel in front of him. Every shudder, every whimper, and yelp of pain that came from his angel broke his heart over and over again. What was worst was he blamed himself. Aziraphale got hurt by one of the people Crowley was in charge of, the people he tempted. If this is what demons do, then maybe he didn’t want to be this anymore. 

“There all done,” he shakily whispered out snapping the washcloth and bowl with crimson-stained water away “, and now….” Crowley stood up straighter sitting on his heels. Right now he wasn’t thinking what heaven or hell would think, all he wanted was for his angel to be alright. That’s all he’d ever care about, Aziraphale was in pain and he wanted-no needed to fix it. No matter if it risked him getting in trouble or not. Gently he waved his hands over Aziraphales back and a soft glow appeared, slowly his wounds began to heal. Leaving scars as beautiful as the finest gold behind. A demon was healing an angel with his love, and instead of leaving a mess, it left a beautiful piece of artwork. Almost like someone was showing the two beings that you could create beauty from even the most broken things.

“Did you just…save an angel?” Aziraphale murmured with a soft smile on his face as he tried his best to be the angel everyone was used to. Crowley let out a small chuckle as his fingers brushed against his angel's cheeks, that moment more beautiful than anything the two have ever witnessed. The throbbing pain coming from Aziraphales's back was nothing compared to the thumping in his heart. “Perhaps I did, but let’s not shout it to the world eh?” he chuckled before turning bright red as the angel buried himself in Crowley’s chest.

Gently, Crowley wrapped his arms around the angel holding him close to his chest as Aziraphale let out a few heart-shattering sobs. Aziraphale's body trembled in Crowley’s arms as his mind forced him to relive the events that just happened. “I-I just wanted to help-I love them all so much and they-I-” Aziraphale stuttered shaking his head trying to bury it deeper in his chest. He wanted to silence all the other voices that told him he was a terrible angel, that he wasn’t doing his job correctly, that at the end of it all it wouldn’t be worth it. The only time he ever got any peace was around Crowley. For tonight he’d take refuge in his demon's arms, and Crowley was more than fine with that.

 “Shush, none of that, the humans don’t know how lucky they are to have you in their lives,”  and neither do I sometimes the demon thought smiling softly to himself as the angel relaxed in his arms a bit more. At that moment everything felt okay again, and Crowley would do anything to make sure it never ended.

[majestyeverlasting]

Hi! Congrats on your one month tumblr anniversary!! Could you please do prompts 30 and 49 with tfatws!bucky x reader? Thank you!

♡ Hi! Thank you so much!! I've been taking my time with these requests in hopes of making each of them special, so I appreciate your patience. In this one, Bucky and the reader travel down to Delacroix, Louisiana to meet up with Sam, Sarah, and the boys at a nice vacation rental on the lake. There's road trip vibes and reunion vibes with cute moments sprinkled in throughout. I hope you enjoy!

♡ Prompt 30: "How many of my hoodies have you snatched up at this point, hmm?"

♡ Prompt 49: "I've never noticed these freckles on your back."

♡ To make a request for my One Month Tumblr-versary, check out my Fluffy Prompt List :)

I Can Feel It Too

Moment after moment, the world outside passed by in a colorful blur; everything from cityscapes, to green pastures, to the low, rolling mountains of the Appalachian. Evening had fallen, and the two of you were approximately two hours away from Delacroix. As you gazed out the passenger window, the clouds above appeared to be rosy as the sun crept further towards the horizon. Bucky’s hand rested on your thigh as he drove, a pair of sunglasses perched on his head. You guys had been taking turns driving the entire way.

Upon reaching the halfway point the previous night, the two of you had booked a hotel room to rejuvenate before setting back out for second day of traveling. Despite how endless the journey had grown to seem, nothing beat being on the road with Bucky. Perhaps, it would’ve been easier to hop on a plane, but there was an undeniable intimacy to only having the road and each other for miles on end.

A few weeks prior, Sam had told him that he was going to Louisiana come the end of the month. That’s what sparked the idea of meeting him there. It had been a while since the two men had seen each other, and even longer since Bucky had been around the community he carried so much gratitude for. The people of Delacroix had lifted his spirits and made him feel at home when he needed it the most. So after you and Bucky confirmed that you’d be driving down as well, Sam booked a vacation rental to accommodate everyone.

Looking away from the pink clouds, you began to play with Bucky’s fingers. There were a couple of rings adorning them—rings you had gotten him. You twisted them idly. For the longest time, the only “jewelry” he wore were his dog tags. You insisted that he started wearing other small pieces, so he wore the rings to appease you. They looked good on him. Enough so that he grew to like them himself after a while.

You brought his hand to your lips and kissed over his knuckles. “Love you,” you spoke into his skin.

He briefly looked over at you. “Love you too, doll.”

The sound of the tires spinning against the asphalt eventually lulled you into a dreamless sleep. Bucky no longer had anyone to talk or point things out to, but he couldn’t bring himself to mind. Especially if it meant that you’d be getting some extra rest. He simply listened to the soft music playing from the stereo and watched the scenery continue to shift. Later, when more marshy bodies of water began to appear alongside the road, it was evident that you two had made it into Delacroix.

When your eyes fluttered open, it was darker than before. The headlights were illuminating a dirt driveway that winded towards a colonial-style home. A few of the curtained windows glowed with warm light coming from the inside. There were also a couple of lights on the porch to prevent the property from looking too dim.

Upon getting closer, Bucky slowed the vehicle to a stop, and cut the engine with a sigh. Then, he looked over at you with a small smile. “We made it,” he said softly.

You returned his smile. “We made it.”

The front door of the house opened when the two of you got out of the car and began stretching. A familiar face appeared, and his voice pierced the symphony of chirping bugs. “Aye! The Brooklyn crew’s here!”

“What’s up, man?” Bucky called back. You gave a happy wave.

Sam jogged over and pulled Bucky into a hug, patting him on the back. Then he wrapped you in a more gentle embrace, giving you a squeeze. He was warm and smelled earthy. The night air was crisp and there was a pleasant stillness to being out in the woods.

Sam shook his head as he looked over the two of you. “It’s been too long.”

“Tell me about it.” Bucky ran a hand through his hair. Then his gaze turned curious, more genuine. “How’ve you been?”

“Good, man. You know I can’t complain,” he said, nodding along with his words. “How ‘bout you two?”

Bucky pulled you closer to his side. “Never better, thanks to this one.”

“Ditto,” you said. That earned a laugh from them.

“But, for real though,” Bucky continued. “I don’t think I’ve ever been better.” You gave a hum of agreement.

“I’m really glad to hear that,” Sam said. A couple seconds passed before he clapped his hands together. “Well, let me go ahead and help y’all bring your stuff inside. You guys probably wanna turn in early tonight.” He looked between you and Bucky with a smile. “I know that drive from New York was no joke.”

“It definitely felt like forever,” you agreed, laughing. “But it feels so good to finally be here.”

Sam sighed. “Well, hey. We appreciate you guys for making the trip. It’s gonna be a chill two weeks,” he promised. “Sarah’s making breakfast in the morning and we’re gonna eat out back on the lake. It’s gonna be great.”

Upon entering the house with your bags and suitcases, you and Bucky were greeted by Sarah, AJ, and Cass, who had been awaiting you in the living room. They’d already changed into their pajamas. A loving round of hello’s and hugs were exchanged. In the background, a cartoon show that the boys had been watching ran quietly. The interior of the house was furnished beautifully with neutral tones and pops of bolder colors.

“I’m so glad you two made it in alright,” Sarah said afterwards. “I’ll go ahead and show you which room is yours.”

The bedroom was at the back of the house with a view of the lake. The pale moonlight reflected in the water with a sparkle. Later, after everyone had retreated to their own rooms for the night, and you and Bucky were alone, you gazed out at it. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Isn’t it pretty?” You asked.

“Mhm.” He pressed a kiss to the shell of your ear. “Wait a minute…”

“What?” You turned around to face him. His eyes looked over you.

“Is this mine?” He gently pulled the drawstrings of the dark gray hoodie you were wearing. You had dug it out of your suitcase to ride out the slight chill passing through the house. Someone had set the AC a notch too low.

Bucky didn’t seem to mind the temperature, however. He had yet to pair a shirt with his black basketball shorts.

“It’s yours,” you admitted, giving him a playful bat of your eyelashes.

He cupped your chin with his real hand. “How many of my hoodies have you snatched up at this point, hmm?” You couldn’t help a little laugh. And you were humming a second later when he leaned in to kiss you.

“I don’t know,” you said after he pulled away. “I had to pack at least one of them. They’re cozy and they smell like you.”

“And I bet it’s never gonna find its way back onto my side of the closet.” He tapped your nose.

You grabbed his hand and kissed his finger. “It might.”

“We’ll see about that, pretty girl.” You watched as he went to start pulling back the covers on the bed in preparation for you two going sleep. The comforter was a deep olive that matched the color of the abstract leaf painting that hung over the wooden headboard.

When he finished, he laid horizontally across the bed, letting his head fall lax. “Mmm. It's as comfy as it looks,” he murmured. “M’gonna sleep so good tonight.”

You crawled onto the bed to lay beside him. It was extremely comfortable. When he gave you a tired smile, you propped yourself up and began tracing sweeping lines along his broad back. His muscles relaxed even more beneath your touch. You smiled when your fingers came to a particular place near the bottom of his spine.

“Aww,” you cooed. Bucky lifted his brows. “I’ve never noticed these freckles on your back before.” You brushed your fingertips over the tiny brown spots.

“Surprise,” he teased.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled wider. “You’re annoying,” you quipped lightheartedly. A comfortable silence settled between the two of you for a few moments. The sound of the bugs chirping outside was faint but audible. Finally, you said, “Being here is gonna be so much fun. I can already feel it.”

“I can feel it too.”